This is an old man, wearing a sheepskin jacket and old-fashioned cotton shoes, holding a stack of ancient scrolls in his hands, standing behind Bi Ningshuai, staring at him with a smile, "Little boy, you are not a student of Lingbao Pagoda. Bar?"
The old man and Bi Ningshuai were close in size, standing there tremblingly, looking a little old-fashioned.
"This..." Bi Ningshuai's heart trembled, and he felt an evil aura covering him, making him shudder.
The old man just stared at him with a smile.
Bi Ningshuai smiled with a stiff face, and suddenly shot, a large piece of spiritual light flew out from his fingers, and pressed down on the top of the old man's head with a palm.
Now that it has been discovered, it is best to start with it first.
"boom!"
Not seeing how the old man made his move, Bi Ningshuai was knocked to the ground by his fist, and he lay on the ground with a bang, with a blood bubble the size of a copper bell popping from the sky above his head.
The old man is still smiling!
Feng Feiyun also noticed the change here, and rushed over quickly, staring at the old man, the opponent's dantian was chaotic, he couldn't see the cultivation base, and those old eyes were full of dazzling rays of light.
"I'm relying on your sister, can you not hit the head?" Although Bi Ningshuai was yelling, he still fled back in a daze, hid behind Feng Feiyun, and whispered in Feng Feiyun's ear: " This old man is not easy to mess with, he should be the guardian of the eighty-first floor."
Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai are both serious, they plan to join hands to sacrifice Miaogui's finger, with the power of the spirit tool, maybe have the power to suppress the old man.
The two looked at each other, and at the same time released all the spiritual energy in their bodies, slammed into Miaogui's finger, and sacrificed it, triggering six ancient pictures, intending to make a quick decision, even if the guardian cannot be suppressed, it must be as soon as possible. Escape from Ling Pagoda.
"boom!"
A ray of light flew out from Miaogui's finger, thousands of statues, combined with the power of the two, the power of Miaogui's finger is far more than doubled.
"It's really bad comers!" The old man threw the stack of ancient scrolls in his hand, and the ancient scrolls were stained with a layer of brilliance, as if they had turned into iron books and copper scrolls made of fine iron, but in an instant It was crushed by the power of the spirit tool and turned into wisps of flames.
The old man showed a slight surprise, and then a smile appeared on his face. With a flick of his sleeve, a blue fire flew out. The power of this fire was very scary. Flying out, there are both cold air and heat waves.
The power of the spirit tool was unable to block the flame, and it was broken layer by layer.
"This is... Ermeiming Fire!" Feng Feiyun said solemnly.
"The little guy has a bit of knowledge, this wisp of ignorant fire, but the old man spent sixty pieces of Zhenyao Lingshi on the ancient tea-horse road leading to the underworld, and bought it in the hands of a third-rank ghost, even if it is a spirit The weapon can't stop the power of Ermei Ming fire." This old man is the predecessor of the treasure hunter, and it is not difficult to enter the underworld.
"Not necessarily!"
With one hand of Feng Feiyun, he raised Miao Gui's finger, and the other hand, condensed the red fire technique, trying to counteract the fire of Ermei.
The power released by the spirit weapon was shattered layer by layer by the wispy flames. Feng Feiyun and Bin Ningshuai could feel the flames.
The scorching cold air mixed with it and the flesh and blood began to crackle.
"Red Fire Technique!" Feng Feiyun finally used the Red Fire Technique and wanted to sacrifice Ming Huo.
"Blood Man God Jar!" Bi Ningshuai also played a jar. This jar was very reminiscent of a human skull. There were bone scum with white bones on it, and blood essence and rotten flesh wrapped around the jar. You can see black hair fluttering.
But this is indeed a divine jar, with the smell of earth on it and the veins of the earth.
A jar that looks like a human head, although it is not as powerful as Miaogui's finger, but it blocks Ermeiming fire, and the impact of Feng Feiyun's red fire technique directly drives Ermeiming fire into blood. In the jar of human beings.
Ermeiming fire has the power to burn the spiritual weapon, but it was collected by the blood man god pot and could no longer be rushed out.
This jar gives people a kind of magic, the breath is flat, and the inner terror.
"Where did you get this jar?" The old man was shocked, seeing this jar, he thought of a very terrifying character.
Looking at Bi Ningshuai again, his old face has turned pale.
"I picked it up!" Bi Ningshuai took the Blood Man God Jar back.
Naturally, he didn't pick up this divine jar, but he touched it on the body of a man in blood, so he named it "Blood Man's Divine Jar".
This jar has an unbelievable magical nature, which made him think of the name involuntarily.
He thought it was fun at the time, but when he took the jar with him, he felt an unprecedented terror. Every night, there would be a magic sound that he couldn't understand, making him unable to sleep. It felt like the head would fly out of the bag, hovering beside his pillow, staring at him with blood on his face.
"Impossible, this is the first weapon of the king of the Yang Realm 'blood-clothed king', the blood man jar, which is made from the head of an ancient great sage. There is absolutely nothing wrong."
The old man knew more or less about the yin and yang worlds, and knew the horror of the king of the yang world better than anyone else, and was shocked by the bloody god pot in front of him.
"Ni... Nima, that person is... the King of the Sun Realm!" Bi Ningshuai was so frightened that his hands softened, the blood-clothed jar in his hand almost fell to the ground, and churning blood overflowed from it, braving a red mist.
His legs were also a little weak, and he had no strength all over his body, so he could not stand firm, and leaned directly on Feng Feiyun's shoulder.
It's a big game now, the man in blood turned out to be the king of the sun world, and he stole the king of the sun world by himself. It's over, it's over, Bi Ningshuai rolled his eyes and felt a little suffocated.
"I... can I go back?" Bi Ningshuai had never been so frightened before.
Feng Feiyun was also sweating wildly in his heart. This guy is really a fork. He stole all the kings of the Yang Realm. If this important thing is spread out, he will definitely be famous all over the world, and it will make many self-proclaimed gods of thieves ashamed to death.
"It's better to suppress the breath of the blood-clothed god pot first. If it is sensed by the King of the Yang Realm, then it's really hard to think about not dying." Feng Feiyun reminded.
When Bi Ningshuai was beaten, he hurriedly used the forbidden method, and once again covered up the breath of the blood-clothed god jar, he secretly vowed to find a place to bury the blood-clothed god jar. This is a spiritual treasure, it is simply a reminder 's spell.
This guy steals first-class things, and he is also very good at concealing the breath of Lingbao. He is worthy of being a professional.
"The old man thought you were the descendant of the King of the Yang Realm, but it turned out to be just a thief, hand over the blood-clothed divine pot!" The old man snorted coldly, stretched out a dry eagle claw, and sparks burst out of the air. To capture the blood-clothed jar.
This is the first killing weapon of the King of the Yang Realm, and it is one of the top killing weapons in the entire Shenjin Dynasty. Its power is many times more terrifying than ordinary spiritual weapons. Will have the strength to shake the giant.
Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai wanted to sacrifice the blood-clothed god pot, but a fire wave suddenly flew over their heads. It was a scarlet fire cloud, and the person wrapped in it was the mysterious master. He also came. .
"The old man will be handed over to me, you can quickly find the hidden silk silk." The mysterious master stretched out a flaming hand and repulsed the old man, and the old man's sleeves were all burned to fly ash by the flames. A withered arm was exposed.
"Who are you?" The old man was startled. Looking at his burnt arm, he felt that this mysterious master wrapped in flames was very powerful. If Ermei Minghuo hadn't been taken away by the blood-clothed divine pot, he might have returned. There is a fighting force.
But without Ermei Minghuo, his strength is greatly reduced, and he may not be able to stop this mysterious master.
"The one who killed you."
The mysterious master's voice dried up, and as soon as he pointed out, his body turned into a sword intertwined with flames, piercing the air, piercing the universe, and in an instant, he directly pierced the old man's body.
puff!
This flame was as hot as a demon furnace, and its breath was extremely sharp. It penetrated through the old man's body, directly splitting his body into two halves, and was instantly killed.
"Vulnerable!" The mysterious master snorted coldly.
Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai both looked at each other in dismay, their hearts pounding, this mysterious master is not ordinary, and killing a monk in the realm of destiny only needs one move, which makes people shocked.
"Fucked, she escaped again!" Feng Feiyun found that Ji Cangyue had taken the opportunity to slip away again and disappeared on the eighty-first floor.
There are several terrifying powers, rising in the Lingbao Pagoda, just like above the night sky, a few more suns suddenly appeared, and they all came towards the eighty-first floor at the same time.
"Dare to break into the Lingbao Pagoda, die!"
"die!"
"die!"
…
There are five sounds of the word "death", and each one is stronger than the other.
The strong man of Lingbao Pagoda has already noticed that there is a change in the eighty-first floor. One person shot from the air, and a palm hit, the power of nine unicorns flew, and nine cow shadows suddenly rushed out of the void, as if there was a The door was smashed.
"boom!"
The nine-headed unicorn was annihilated by the mysterious master, and the flames on his body burned even more powerfully, covering the entire eighty-first floor, and at the same time fighting against the five supreme powerhouses.
None of these people came with their real bodies, but their combat power was not much weaker than their real bodies. Some hit an ancient cauldron from the air, some condensed sky-shattering palm prints and fell from the sky, and some even sacrificed black pens and flew from outside the tower. Come, like a spear breaking through the water curtain.
"Boom!"
The mysterious master stood in the center of the tower, standing still, with one enemy against five, a sea of fire rushed out of his body, and countless waves of gods rushed towards him, but they didn't even fall below.
Hurry up!
Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai were on the 81st floor looking for the hidden silkworm salo, and they both used their strongest tricks. Feng Feiyun's phoenix eyes and Bi Ningshuai's wonderful hand were empty, and they cooperated seamlessly. The eighty-first floor was turned upside down.
One is a blind eye, and the other is stealing from the sky, even if they don't admit that they are the two heroes of stealing, no one will believe it.