However, what Wei Wuya answered was a pink tentacle protruding from the black door.
The tentacles, which were thicker than thighs, slammed into the crowd like a battering ram.
It's just that none of the people present were of Yi's generation. As early as the time when the tentacles struck, they had already scattered into the sky, and body protection auras of various colors were emitting from their bodies.
second root.
third root.
…
Countless tentacles scrambled to get out from behind the door, squeezing the door burning with black flames until it was completely twisted and deformed.
That is the enemy of all living things.
In the minds of all monks, this concept appeared for no reason.
In just a few breaths, the gate, which was originally only as tall as one person, was squeezed into a passageway enough for ten people to pass side by side.
"kill!"
"We must destroy that monster before it comes out completely!"
"Catch the thief first and capture the king first, let's kill the source that summoned this monster!"
"..."
The huge pressure coming from behind the black door made it impossible for them to calm down and wait for the changes.
Regardless of whether you can beat it or not, you must make the first move!
In the blink of an eye, more than 20 monks who transformed themselves into gods completed the division of labor.
They were divided into two teams, one team was preparing a powerful true meaning Taoism to aim at the monster behind the black gate, and the other team was like an arrow leaving the string to kill the white ink on the ground.
Bai Mo slowly opened his eyes, and with mixed eyes of black, white and silver, he glanced at the black gate, and then at the white gate.
Then a white ink came out of the white door.
It's just that compared with the other Bai Mo, the expression on this Bai Mo's face is colder and more ruthless.
Bai Mo, who walked out from behind the door, raised his right hand lightly without saying a word, and a colorful crystal wall was instantly formed in the void, blocking the attacking group of monks who were attacking Bai Mo with three-color pupils.
"Just trying to stop me with such a small trick?!" Everyone cast spells casually, and broke the crystal wall in front of them, and the scattered fragments fell to the ground.
"Zhenjun Xuanhe, would you like to take a look at the fragments of this crystal wall?" Just as the others were about to attack again, the voice of Ji Xuande, the Great Elder of Yanghuo Palace, attracted their attention.
"Aren't these just fragments of spirit stones? What's so interesting about them?"
"They're all low-grade spirit stones."
"..."
"Wait, spirit stone fragments? That Bai Taoist actually used spirit stones for earth wall art?!"
"About thirteen thousand spirit stones."
How powerful is the divine mind of the cultivator who transforms himself, but in just a few moments, he has reversed the number of fragments on the ground and deduced how many spirit stones were used to build the "earth wall technique" that just intercepted him.
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"Thirteen thousand spirits..."
There are more than 10,000 spirit stones, not to mention the cultivator of Huashen, even the cultivator of Nascent Soul, but it is one thing not to take it seriously, and it is another thing to throw it casually as a move.
It feels like a billionaire watching someone throw a wad of 10,000 bills as a weapon at him, and then he takes it backhand to cook mung bean paste.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom boom boom!"
"Boom boom boom boom..."
"It's raining?"
"Or hail?"
When they were still wondering why the opponent used such a prodigal and powerless trick, something seemed to fall from the sky, hitting everyone's aura time and time again.
The impact was so slight that it was no different to them than rain falling on them.
What's more, the foreign objects that collided with the aura of body protection were directly pulverized by the aura of body protection.
"Not hail."
"It's a spirit stone."
"Spiritual Stone Rain?!"
The pattering rain of spirit stones not only hit the cultivators who were dealing with Bai Mo's side, but even the monks who had been holding back their big moves and were about to hit the black gate monster ruthlessly were also caught by this inexplicable spirit stone rain. The rain was puzzling.
…
The rain is getting heavier.
From the drizzle at the beginning to the pouring rain now, the fine and dense spirit stones kept hitting everyone's body-protecting aura.
Of course, this wasn't even an attack, but what happened before them was so weird that they couldn't help but slow down.
With every breath, hundreds of thousands of spirit stones fall like rain.
"White Taoist?"
"Don't you want resources?" Bai Mo, who walked out of the white gate, said the first sentence in a slightly stiff voice after fighting so far.
"It's all for you."
Between the words, the rain of spirit stones became heavier.
"..."
Now everyone is confused.
At one time it was a world-destroying monster who wanted to put them to death, and at the other it was a great benefactor who crazily sprinkled spirit stones. Could it be that this white Taoist is one body and two souls
There is no such thing as schizophrenia in Yuanyang Realm, but there are similar situations where two or more personalities share one body, which they call one body with two souls or one body with multiple souls.
"There's the last silver door, what's behind it? Could it be his third soul?" Wei Wuya came up with such a conjecture by making a little analogy.
Compared to the first two doors, one evil and the other cold, this silver door, which has never responded, exudes an inexplicable kindness.
"Slay the three corpses?" Wei Wuya suddenly remembered that he had read a collection of ghosts many years ago, in which there was a description of the immortal's practice of cutting three corpses.
It's a pity that there are no real immortals in Yuanyang Realm, so there is no way to verify the authenticity of the cultivation method of killing three corpses.
…
The mighty rain of spirit stones never stopped.
"Already close to 300 million spirits..."
With 300 million low-grade spirit stones, the net worth of ordinary Huashen Zhenjun may not be so much.
However, it is difficult to calculate the price of many high-level treasures with ordinary spirit stones, so the things in the hands of Huashen Zhenjun are actually not easy to value, but in any case, these spirit stones are a treasure for a Huashen Dazong. A very impressive figure.
All the high-ranking Nascent Soul Transformation God cultivators were present, and they were all people with some face. No matter how many low-level spirit stones there were, they couldn’t hold back that face for a while. They collected piles of low-grade spirit stones like tatters in the bag.
These chores will be done by the low-level disciples of each sect after they are done.
"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"
A violent thought turned into an almost substantial wave of mental attack, sweeping towards the cultivators who were still being baptized by the rain of spirit stones suspended in mid-air.
Noticing this thought, they came back to their senses, and beside them was a monster exuding the true meaning of infinite destruction...
No, there was not one of them anymore. During the half tea time when their attention was temporarily attracted by the Lingshi Rain, more than ten tentacle monsters had already crept out from behind the "door".
These monsters have dozens of tentacles with sickle blades all over their bodies, and only one big mouth on the top of their heads.
If there are old people in the empire who have experienced the lunar age, they may still remember their existence.