Lin Chen shook his head: "It's not asking us for help, it's asking us for help."
"Help?
Help?"
Li Feng frowned slightly: "What's the difference?"
"This is the Immortal Road, which was created by the joint efforts of many powerful Immortal Emperors. These strange creatures are all inferior to the Supreme in strength. A group of powerful Immortal Emperors stand at the pinnacle of the universe. Even if they are already dead, they will disappear.
, but it’s easy to deal with this group of weird creatures.”
Lin Chen explained: "I think the reason why Xianlu did not eliminate these weird creatures is because doing so would have an impact on Xianlu itself, so it asked outsiders for help."
Hearing Lin Chen's explanation, Li Feng nodded slightly: "You mean, even without us, Xianlu can destroy these weird creatures, so it's not a call for help, it's just a request for help."
"Um."
Lin Chen nodded.
Li Feng suddenly said impatiently: "Why do you like to pick out words like a girl?"
Lin Chen smiled faintly and replied: "Because of what you said just now, you look down upon the Immortal Road too much, or in other words, you look down upon the powerful Immortal Emperors who created the Immortal Road."
"boring."
Li Feng rolled his eyes.
Then the conversation changed and he looked Lin Chen up and down and asked: "Your strength is at the eighth level. You should have developed the ability to detect deceit, right?"
Lin Chen shook his head: "Not yet."
"waste."
Li Feng retorted angrily, and at the same time formed seals with his hands, the speed was dizzying, and said: "Then! Leave it to me!"
"Snapped!"
He clapped his palms together, making a crisp sound, and then slowly pulled his palms apart. There were traces of golden thunder and lightning between his palms, like sticky threads.
And in the center of the golden thunder and lightning, there is a golden pin suspended. Although they are all gold, the gold of the pin is deeper and easy to distinguish.
"Bah, bah, bah!"
The golden thunder and lightning flashed violently, causing a sharp sound, while the pin slowly rotated, as if it was looking for something.
The final needle point points to the right rear.
Seeing this scene, Li Feng's face was instantly filled with murderous intent, and he shouted: "Sure enough, there are still fish that have slipped through the net!"
Before he finished speaking, Li Feng took long strides and rushed towards the right rear! "You have just recovered 30% of your strength, and you are so powerful?"
Lin Chen raised his eyebrows when he saw this.
This Li Feng's character is really smelly, tough and tough. No wonder he offended so many people in his last life... Lin Chen didn't say much and quickly followed Li Feng.
... And now, in a dark dead end.
The dead end is very narrow and the floors on both sides are very high.
The moonlight doesn't come in.
The smell of blood spreads in the cold air.
I saw a man in yellow clothes, with a pale face full of fear, leaning against the wall and shivering.
He had a broken arm, and blood was gurgling from the place where it was broken, and it couldn't be stopped.
Although his aura was very disordered, it was the real Ninth Realm of Great Perfection! And in front of him, there was a dead body floating with drooping limbs, water flowing all over the body, and long hair covering his face, as if it had just been fished out.
.
It was getting closer and closer to the man in yellow, and the sinister breath, mixed with the fishy smell of water plants, hit the man's face and condensed into droplets of foul-smelling water.
The corpse's strength is only at the eighth level of Dzogchen, which is nearly an entire realm weaker than the man in yellow.
However, upon seeing this corpse, the man in yellow's eyes could not stop trembling due to extreme fear.
"You...what are you?
!”
The man in yellow yelled at the corpse, hoarse.
However, the corpse didn't reply, didn't even pause, and got closer and closer to the man in yellow.
Every time he got closer, the man's legs trembled more violently.
Finally, the man could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, and roared with red eyes: "I...I will fight you!"
"Bi Luo Holy Fist!"
Boom! All the spiritual power poured out from the Dantian of the man in yellow! I saw him clenching his only remaining fist, with a ferocious look on his face, and blasted forward fiercely! In an instant, a bright holy white light flashed forward.
It burst out, blooming like the sun! And in the light, a huge fist roared out, and infinite holy power soared into the sky, as if it could reach the blue sky, roaring towards the corpse! This is the name of the man in yellow.
A full blow, even a strong man at the peak of the ninth realm must be treated with caution! And the corpse is only the eighth realm of great perfection. Logically speaking, facing such a fierce blow... How can it block it?
Death is inevitable.
However, a wisp of black gas, mixed with fishy water droplets, floated out of the body of the corpse and landed on the holy fist.
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound.
The holy fist erupted with endless light and instantly fell apart.
There was no resistance! Only a strong wind was left, hitting the body but unable to cause any damage to it.
"This is impossible!"
The man in yellow's pupils shrank to the shape of needlepoints, his face was full of disbelief, and he exclaimed: "How is this possible?
!What the hell are you?
!”
The corpse still didn't reply, it was extremely strange, and it floated in front of the man in yellow.
"Don't come over! Don't come over!"
The man in yellow had exhausted his spiritual power and could only push the corpse away with his hands. However, the moment his fingers came into contact with the corpse... it exploded! Blood residue, flesh residue, and bone residue were splashed! "Ahhhhhhh--!"
"
The man in yellow let out a shrill scream.
The corpse slowly raised its swollen and ulcerated hands, grabbing the man in yellow's head bit by bit.
The man in yellow could not hide or run away. He could only watch the corpse's hand getting closer and closer to him. Because of despair, his eyes gradually lost their luster and his face was full of fear.
It's over... I'm going to die... I'm no match for you at all... "Alas, a cultivator of the ninth level of Dzogchen was beaten by a strange creature of the eighth level. It's really sad and deplorable."
A sigh suddenly sounded from the entrance of the dead end.
As soon as these words came out.
The corpse stopped moving.
"There is no way. Weird's suppression of immortal cultivators is a 100%, absolute suppression, just like... the attack of higher civilization on lower civilization."
Another voice sounded, saying: "How can ordinary cultivators deal with strange creatures?
Unless you are two or three levels higher, you will not be your opponent at all."
Hear this conversation.
The corpse floating in mid-air slowly turned around.
I saw two men standing at the entrance of the dead end.
The man on the left raised his sword high, and a layer of golden power surged on the surface of the blade. The light became more and more dazzling, gradually lighting up the night.
Suddenly, the man holding the knife got a sharp look in his eyes.
The next moment he shouted: "Give me...die!"
Holding the knife in both hands, he slashed through the air! Swish! The sword flashed! The tall buildings on both sides of the dead end were directly cut in half, neatly! And on the neck of the corpse, a neat circle of cracks appeared in view.