"That's right! That's right. Although this demonized body is not as good as my original body, it can take a single blow from me and survive. It seems that you are not a low-level monk. I will sacrifice your blood first!" "Nan Long Hou" said grimly.
I saw that the black air on his face was three points thicker than before, and a pair of silver-white eyes were extremely cold, staring at the old man unblinkingly like a dead man, and the old man's heart was filled with cold.
As soon as the "Nanlonghou" finished speaking, a series of phantom remnants appeared in a movement of his body, and he rushed towards the old man, as if he didn't want to talk nonsense.
The old man surnamed Lu was so frightened that he wanted to get out of the stone wall, but there was no time at all. The other party moved so fast that he came to him almost instantly, like a ghost, and a claw entangled in black air rushed Seeing the old man's head go straight down.
The old man was so anxious that he had no choice but to panic, his whole body flashed with white light, and poured all the mana into the fiery red veil in one breath, and the fiery red light curtain in front of him suddenly swelled into a red color that was half a foot high. Light. Under the expressionless gaze of "Marquis Nanlong", the black claw slammed down fiercely.
The strange sound of "Here" came, and the light curtain was dazzling. In the fear of the old man, the ghost claw finally stopped after going deep into the light curtain. Seeing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, the color on his face returned a little, and the aura on his body flashed again, and he was going to drive the aura of body protection to break out from these hard-as-iron forbidden stone walls.
The "Nanlonghou" on the opposite side raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm. There was a loud noise, and Nanlonghou swung his other arm and smashed it on the red light curtain.
The aura that the old man had just emitted out of his body was shocked, and for some reason, most of it collapsed immediately. The old man froze for a moment, before he understood what the other party was trying to do, Nan Longhou's arm that had penetrated into the light curtain suddenly twitched, and then struck down with the same punch like lightning.
The light curtain was shaken again, and the remaining aura of body protection on the old man's body was also crushed and wiped clean by this blow. At the same time, his body sank, sinking several inches into the stone wall again.
"Not good!" The old man surnamed Lu finally remembered something when he saw this scene, and his face changed drastically. He hastily shook the white French flag in his hand, intending to sacrifice this treasure.
However, "Nanlonghou" waved his fists and smashed down one after another in a calm and unhurried manner. He didn't give the old man a chance to sacrifice the French flag at all, and every punch happened to inject half of the old man's flag The aura was scattered abruptly, and the strikes became faster and stronger, and the rumbling sound continued for a while.
The old man was horrified and wanted to use other secret techniques, but half of the magic power was scattered, and he couldn't gather the magic power at all.
As a result, Lu Weiyingkong possessed enormous mana and supernatural powers, and was trapped alive in the stone wall, unable to use it at all. He could only watch helplessly as the red light curtain in front of him gradually became thinner and lighter. , with a look of despair on his face.
The old man surnamed Lu's complexion was frighteningly green, and after looking at each other coldly with the silver eyes of "Marquis of Nanlong", a cold war shivered in his heart. There is no doubt that if this happens to the end, he will definitely end up with the treasure shattered and his body smashed into meat paste.
Thinking of this, the old man gritted his teeth and shouted suddenly, a white glow flashed above his head, and a Nascent Soul with a face resembling the old man suddenly appeared on Tianling Gai. The Nascent Soul looked a little panicked, but held a small blue sword tightly with both hands.
Almost at the same time, there was a cracking sound from the light curtain transformed by the Haoyang Yarn Ancient Treasure. Nascent Soul's last hesitation disappeared without a trace. It stomped its feet suddenly, and Nascent Soul disappeared out of thin air on the spot, and appeared directly at the entrance the next moment. Then the Nascent Soul would flee into the tunnel with the sword and flee for his life.
But at this moment, a strange scene appeared.
"Nanlonghou" still had his back facing the entrance, but he didn't seem to have reacted yet, but the robe on his back burst open in an instant, causing his back to stand up, and a grimace exactly like the door of the blood curse appeared, tight The closed eyes are impressively present on it, and it is almost the same as the real one.
The grimace suddenly opened its eyes, revealing the same silver-white eyeballs. At the same time, it opened its mouth, and a purple shadow flickered, as if something was ejected from its mouth.
At this time, the old man Yuan Ying had just thrown the flying sword in his arms, and was about to fly up and merge with this talisman to escape desperately, but he seemed to hear some wind in his ears, and then felt a heat in his head, and the brows Something jumped out and stretched out a long way.
Nascent Soul just stared blankly at the long strip between the eyes, and after a while, it let out a sharp cry, and then it lost all its strength in an instant, fell from the air, and fell to the ground without moving.
At this time, if there are other monks nearby, you can see that a long purple strip with the thickness of a thumb sticks out from the mouth of the grimace and extends to the back of Nascent Soul's head, and then pierces through the front of the eyebrows and sticks out. It's about as long as a foot. It looked like a grimacing tongue, but it was so long that it was extremely weird.
Seeing the Nascent Soul fall to the ground, Grimace gave a ferocious smile, the long-tongued beast opened its mouth wide, and pulled the old man's Nascent Soul into its mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it directly, and then Grimace showed satisfaction slowly. Close your eyes. At this time, "Nanlonghou" finally turned around, looked at the blue sword that had lost its owner expressionlessly, a flash of sternness flashed, he grabbed it with his backhand, and ripped out the heart of the old man surnamed Lu Come out, and then pinch lightly, the heart turns into a blood mist, and the vitality of this fleshy body is decisive.
After doing all this, "Nanlonghou" glanced at this place expressionlessly, then turned into a cloud of black air, and flew into the passage. After a while, he appeared at the bottom of the pool. After looking up at the unattended magic circles, a sneer appeared on his face, and he flew directly to the surface of the soaring Benshui pool.
After a cup of tea, "Nanlonghou" appeared on top of a certain rocky mountain, floating at a height of more than a hundred feet above the mountain, looking around. Flying to such a high altitude, it naturally touched the restriction of Falling Devil Valley, and countless blood-red lightnings fell from the sky, all aimed at this person.
But these lightning bolts hadn't even approached "Nanlonghou" about ten feet in front of him, they all swayed suddenly, making a detour and flashing past, making him safe and sound as Mount Tai among the numerous lightning and thunder.
"Nan Longhou" looked around for a long time, and finally recognized the direction. He immediately looked in a certain direction and narrowed his eyes slightly, with silver light flickering in his eyes. Suddenly his figure turned into a jet of black air, shot through the air, and soon disappeared without a trace in the sky.
At this time, in the basin, Wei Wuya, the master of Ghost Spirit Sect, and others were standing on the edge of the altar, looking up at the almost endless stairs, with amazement on their faces.
I should have arrived here a long time ago, but when I got closer to the altar for more than ten miles, a large-scale restriction began to appear, and I had to break this restriction to continue moving forward. As a result of this delay, it took more than half a day for them to arrive at the altar.
Now that they are getting closer, they can see clearly that although this altar looks magnificent and huge, it has been built for some time. Not only are there all kinds of weeds on the steps, but some places have begun to be dilapidated.
"Go! As long as we get to the top of the altar, we can find the traces of the Lingyuan Garden, and we can find a way to enter. According to the remnant soul, the entrance to the Lingyuan Garden is here." The master of the Ghost Gate looked carefully. After waiting for a long time, he finally opened his mouth to urge, then stepped forward a few steps, and stepped onto the altar first.
But immediately, the master of Ghost Spirit Sect couldn't help cursing loudly again, making the others stunned.
"Everyone, be careful! There are other restrictions on this ladder. It seems that it is not an easy task to climb to the top of the altar." Looking at the stairs with almost no edge, there are ghost spirit gates with yellow aura around them The door master gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
Hearing this, Wei Wuya couldn't help frowning slightly. Although he didn't care about any restrictions, in this way, when the group of them reached the top of the altar, they had to drag them backwards, which made Wei Wuya feel helpless.
In fact, not only Wei Wuya, but other people's complexions are not much better. After knowing the existence of Lingmiao Garden, these people have already put their minds on it, and they are very impatient with the various restrictions that have appeared recently.
"Let's go!" Wang Tiangu sighed, followed by stepping up the stairs, a yellow light flashed nearby, and he suddenly felt his body sinking, and his shoulders were as heavy as a thousand catties.
At this time, the rest of the people also stepped up the stairs and encountered the same situation. Among them, Wei Wuya didn't move, as if he didn't care, while the three ghost disciples who formed alchemy trembled a few times, and their faces turned pale.
A group of people slowly climbed to the top of the altar.
"Is this the Spirit Candle Fruit?" Han Li murmured as he looked at a green lake in front of him in an oasis covered by the ban. Outside the restriction is a boundless earthy yellow color, a huge desert tens of thousands of miles wide.
"That's right, it's definitely the fruit. Regardless of its appearance or the sign it refers to, this spirit is true!" Zi Ling stood a few meters away from Han Li's side, and said with a hint of excitement on her face, her pair of bright eyes were shining brightly. Blinking, looking at the green lake ahead without blinking.
And in the middle of the lake hundreds of feet away in front of the two of them, there is a small piece of mud sticking out of the water, where a green spirit grass grows. The grass is several feet high, covered with thumb-sized oval leaves, and at the highest point of the grass, there are four strange fruits growing alone.
These fruits are all fiery red, thin at the top and wide at the bottom, with a faint red light shining at the top, resembling a red candle lit on a candlestick, and exuding a strong medicinal fragrance.
Han Li was also certain in his heart that this object was the Spirit Candle Fruit. Hearing what Zi Ling said, he just smiled slightly. "I'll go there right away and pick this fruit off, saving land and long nights and dreams." Zi Ling took a deep breath, twisted her head, and said to Han Li's suggestion.