Wu Shangzhen wanted to put the futon away, but he was suddenly grabbed by someone's hand. His heart rose with anger, and his eyes were sharp, only to find that the other party turned out to be just a monk in the middle stage of the transformation realm. He sneered and said: "Boy, do you want to die?"
Wu Shang was really strong, and wanted to use the futon as a medium to shake Di Jing into a serious injury. However, after the strength was released, he entered the sea like a clay cow and was instantly swallowed by the futon. He was ecstatic, that this futon had such a miraculous effect that he couldn't lose it anyway.
"I don't want to die, I just want this futon!" Di Jing also looked cold, his pupils contracted slightly, and an invisible sharp light flashed out like a blade.
He had the same idea as Wu Shangzhen, trying to secretly hurt the opponent with strong fortune, but found that this futon could not transmit power at all, and all the power would disappear the moment it entered the futon.
Wu Shangzhen glared at him, and there were faint electric lights flashing in his eyes, and two subtle but powerful forces rushed out of his eyes.
The distance between the two of them was less than three feet, and the four gods fought against each other, like swords and swords, facing each other. There was a constant burst of noise in the space. Although the two of them hadn't moved their bodies, their spiritual consciousness had already fought together.
The sound of the air bursting louder and louder, getting denser, and it was already flying out in the back! The monk next to him hurriedly dodged. These two people are not simple characters.
"Who is this person? How could he slam the Dzogchen monk in the middle of the Huamai realm?" A monk looked at Di Jing and asked in surprise.
"Don't you know him?" Someone next to him gave him a look and said, "He is Di Jing of Zongling Dongtian, and the ancient races are not his opponents!"
"It turned out to be him!" The monk suddenly became excited, "I don't know who is better than the monks outside the territory?"
"I don't believe that these extraterritorial cultivators can be comparable to ancient races!"
There was a lot of discussion among the cultivators nearby, hoping that Di Jing could suppress the cultivators outside the territory, otherwise, the hearts of everyone would be extremely heavy.
Suddenly, Wu Shangzhen's body shook, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The big beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his breath became thicker, and it seemed that he could no longer support it.
On the other hand, Di Jing's eyes became sharper and sharper, and a powerful aura enveloped the surroundings, giving people tremendous pressure.
"puff!"
As Di Jing glared out, the powerful force rushed out, the space bursting sound continuously, went straight to Wu Shangzhen, and finally rushed into his body, causing huge damage.
Wu Shangzhen spouted blood, staggering backwards, his face turned pale in an instant, and he had obviously injured his internal organs.
"Your name!" Wu Shang really endured the pain and forced a sentence.
"Zongling Dongtian, Di Jing!" Di Jing shook the futon in his hand, without even looking at the other person.
Wu Shangzhen swallowed two pills, adjusted his breath for a moment, and said, "Is the young god king in the rumors? I remember, you will not be so easy in this underground palace!"
"Still worry about yourself." Di Jing turned his head, said lightly, and then put the futon into the magic treasure bag and walked out of the secret room.
"Young God King? Haha, this title will bring you endless troubles, and you will not be at peace!" Wu Shangzhen thought of the few people in this underground palace, with a grinning smile on his face, but this smile suddenly Affecting the injury, another blood spurted out.
"His divine consciousness attack is very strange. It has both the secret power of thunder and the might of the sword. How did he do it?"
When Di Jing left the secret room, he saw that there were many roads around, like a maze, the place was quite big, and he didn't know where Zhang Yuan and others were. Since he was separated during the teleportation, other people should be the same. It shouldn't be too difficult to find a few acquaintances.
Di Jing took Yun Qian and looked everywhere in this underground palace. There were almost a thousand monks who entered the underground palace this time, but the underground palace was so big that I couldn't meet a single person for a long time. Even if there are monks infested, they are still on guard. Some people have wounds and blood stains on their bodies, obviously after a fight.
And this underground palace has been buried for countless tens of thousands of years, and there will definitely not be any evil creatures. This is naturally caused by the cultivators who entered this place attacking each other.
"It seems that the opportunity in this underground palace has slowly appeared." Di Jing thought of the futon he had snatched from Wu Shangzhen. This is probably used by the monks before the underground palace to meditate. If it hadn't had a magical effect, it must have been. It absorbs the breath of the predecessors and becomes extraordinary.
"As soon as external power enters it, it will be swallowed and cannot penetrate. If this is a garment and worn on the body, you will not be afraid of any attack." The treasure in the underground palace is naturally quite magical, although it is only a futon, but it is also Can't underestimate.
Soon, Di Jing saw someone with a burly figure, turning from the road, facing Di Jing. It was when he was outside, the first man to take out the key.
This man had a violent breath at this time, revealing a terrifying aura. There are still some blood stains on his body, but this blood stain is obviously not his own.
Di Jing was alert, but looked at the opponent's blood-stained hand, and suddenly found that the ten fingers had long claws that were quite sharp. When Di Jing looked at it, the paw on his finger instantly retracted.
The two had their eyes on each other, one was jealous, and a few were on guard. Both sides knew that the other was not mediocre, and would not easily make a move when it was not critical.
Di Jing did not speak, and the burly man was speechless. He looked at each other quietly for a moment, and the burly man finally left in the other direction.
"Is the body an orc? I didn't even see it before!" Di Jing muttered to himself. If the opponent is an orc, then this race should be quite powerful. It can transform into a human form without any orc characteristics. Moreover, the breath on the body is also well covered up, and no one else can detect the details.
"The physical strength is very strong, even stronger than the Golden Eyes and Four Arm Eyes. Which race is this kind of race?" Di Jing became more and more curious. Turning to the way the opponent came, he found a corpse lying on the ground. , "It's a monk outside the territory."
Di Jing squatted down and saw the corpse's chest and head were caught with a move. The wound was extremely deep. A skull was caught directly on the head, which was a fatal blow.
"Huh? This person seems to have a key!" Di Jing recognized his face and was startled, "The magic bag is still there!"
Beside the corpse, there was a magic treasure bag scattered with blood stains, and many things scattered all over the place.
Di Jing picked up the magic treasure bag and found that all the contents in it had been poured out, but on the ground, there were only some ordinary things, precious things had been collected.
"There is no key." In the mess, there is no trace of the key.
"Is he looking for the key?" Di Jing frowned, thinking a lot in his heart, looking at the scars on the corpse, and suddenly startled, "Is it a legacy of the ancient times?!"
Di Jing was very uneasy. The other party came to the underground palace alone with the key and knew how to open the door of the underground palace. After entering the underground palace, I started searching for the key again, so the key has other uses behind it! And this kind of information, in the underground palace that has been buried for countless years, there should be very few or no people who know it.
Unless, there is record information handed down from the ancient times!
Adding up all kinds of information, 70% of that burly man is a legacy of the ancient times! There have been rumors before that this time the fate of the wasteland has changed, and there is a unique opportunity to be born, and even lead to the Primordial Race! Many people just treat it as an exaggeration, and now it seems that it is not groundless.
"I also have the key, will he take action against me?" Di Jing's heart was stretched, and it was a headache to be worried about by the Primordial Relics. Because the races passed down from that era have too domineering bloodlines and too deep foundations, no one can match them in the same realm.
"He was a little jealous of me, so he couldn't figure it out. I am now only in the middle stage of the transformation realm. If I reach the later stage or the Dzogchen realm, my strength will be even higher. The Primordial race is not invincible! "
Di Jing is very confident in himself, and if his cultivation level is further advanced, his strength will skyrocket. He can sling ancient races, and he can also crush the Primordial Legacy Seeds.
"Squeaky! Squeaky!"
Just when Di Jing was in deep thought, Yun Qian on his shoulder suddenly screamed and jumped into Di Jing's arms, his expression was very flustered, and his small body was shaking.
"What's the matter?" Di Jing asked hurriedly. Since knowing Yun Qian, he has never seen it like this.
A paw in the depths of Yun Yi pointed in a direction, and her voice was trembling.
"So scared, have you seen a ghost?" Di Jing joked.
However, when he talked about ghosts, Yun Qian screamed even more miserably, jumping up and down in his clothes, seeming to be quite scared.
"Did you really see a ghost?"
Doubts also appeared in Di Jing's heart, and he hurriedly ran in the direction Yun Qian pointed out. Vaguely, he saw a white shadow drifting and drifting away. At the beginning, Di Jing thought it was just a cloud of smoke, but the scene that appeared next made Di Jing almost lost his soul.
I saw the white shadow floating up and down, but at the moment Di Jing observed it carefully, the white shadow flickered and headed straight for Di Jing. That illusory body, with scattered hair and feet hanging in the air, is undoubtedly exactly the same as a ghost!
At this moment, not only was Yun Yi trembling with fright, he didn't dare to move, even Di Jing felt goose bumps all over his body.
There are ghosts in this underground palace!