"Poof!~~" A mouthful of blood essence suddenly spat out from Sansha Holy Lord's mouth the moment he captured Tang Furen's Danying. His body trembled and Sansha Holy Lord fell to his knees.
On the rocky ground.
Sansha Shengzun is far from being as relaxed as he appears.
When the soul treasure self-destructed, the huge power of the soul swept over and impacted, which was not without danger for the Sansha Holy Lord who had just regained consciousness.
Swept up by the raging huge energy, he fell down towards the mountain stream outside the cave, and then the icy hurricane roared in, making the situation even worse for the Sansha Holy Lord who was already in danger.
Having reached such a state, Sansha Holy Lord was also frightened in his heart.
He was extremely afraid of the bottom of the mountain stream. What he encountered at the bottom was the closest thing to death he had ever encountered since he developed spiritual intelligence. The extremely cold energy, even if he had ice-cold supernatural powers
It's hard to resist even if it's in your body.
If you fall into it again, you can say that falling will be the only result.
The last time he fell into a mountain stream, he was attacked by Ye Hua and fell into a brief faint. This time, although his own state was difficult to compare with before, he was finally awake.
Under the violent surge of magic power in his body, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. A ball of blood wrapped his body under the flash of light, and under the flash of extremely mysterious mantras, he
Integrated into the mass of blood, the Sansha Holy Lord was suspended in the mountain stream as the curses in his body hurriedly shot downwards.
He used some kind of strange secret technique to force himself to withstand the force of the extremely majestic hurricane.
But this stalemate only lasted for a moment. The body of Sansha Holy Lord trembled, and it seemed that it was difficult to resist the huge pulling force that was everywhere in the mountain stream.
Clenching his teeth, Sansha Holy Lord spat out a mouthful of blood again. His body swayed and he began to drift towards the cave with difficulty.
At that time, the Sansha Holy Lord was in an extremely bad state. Facing a powerful late-stage infant transformation monk, he did not dare to support him anymore, so he hid in a depression under the cave.
At the same time, a restriction was carefully arranged.
Sansha Shengzun also knew that after suffering the huge soul power explosion attack just now, after spitting out two mouthfuls of essence and blood, there were not many opportunities for him to attack with all his strength. Therefore, he waited for Tang Furen to come to the cave entrance to investigate, and then suddenly
Take action.
After finally capturing the enemy's Danying, Sansha Shengzun could no longer suppress the injuries in his body and fell to the stone ground.
He moved his hands, and a pill appeared in his hand. He opened his mouth and swallowed it into his belly.
After half an hour, the Holy Lord Sansha opened his eyes again after suppressing the injuries in his body.
Without hesitation, he directly grabbed the Danying in his hand. Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and directly swallowed Tang Furen's Danying into his mouth. After chewing vigorously, he was a dignified mid-stage Convergence monk.
His clone completely fell into the mouth of Sansha Holy Lord.
Monks in the demon world practice a lot of side skills, and it is the most common thing to swallow the monk's elixir baby and use it for their own cultivation.
That is to say, with the existence of Tang Furen's Dan Ying, the Sansha Holy Lord, who had survived for who knows how many thousands of years, finally slowly repaired his injuries.
But this process also took him three years.
The Sansha Holy Lord who escaped from the trap did not enter the labyrinth cave that Qin Fengming and Fu Qiong entered, but entered another path that Qin Fengming and Fu Qiong had not traveled.
Naturally, Qin Fengming and others had no idea that a more powerful true demon master had suddenly appeared in the Immortal Mountain. At this time, everyone was speeding towards the path marked with the words "Fengbao Pavilion".
Along the way, everyone did not encounter any restrictions and obstacles. Shortly before Motian stopped in a vast land shrouded in white mist, Qin Fengming and nine people also arrived at the scene.
Turning around and taking a look at everyone, Motian's face suddenly flashed with a ferocious aura.
"Fairy Yin, why did you follow the demon here? Could it be that the fairy wants to do something wrong with the demon?" Mo Tian just glanced at the faces of Qin Fengming and looked at the Holy Lord Yin Luo on the other side.
.A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke in a very unkind tone.
"Giggle, it's not impossible to be unfaithful to you, but I'm here this time just because I'm curious. I want to see what kind of treasure is sealed in this treasure pavilion, which can make Taoist friends from Demon Heaven spend a lot of money.
I tried my best to come to the human world to seek for it."
If the true body of Holy Lord Yin Luo meets that of Motian, Motian would never dare to face one of the ten holy masters of the real ghost world with such cold words.
But at this time, both sides are clones in the lower realm. In terms of their respective strengths, it is difficult to say who is stronger and who is weaker.
After testing by both sides, Motian was not too afraid of the clone of one of the ten holy masters in front of him. Upon hearing this, he snorted coldly in his nose and said nothing more. Instead, he turned around and looked at the white layer in front of him again.
On the mountain road shrouded in fog, there seems to be a sense of meditation in the eyes.
Qin Fengming knew that it was impossible for the two sides to fight at this time. Although the Demonic Heaven had used the Twenty-Four Heavens Demon-Destroying Formation to attack everyone, the current situation was not the time for everyone to take revenge.
Looking ahead, the mountain road shrouded in white mist looks very quiet. When the spiritual consciousness sweeps across it, no energy fluctuations are revealed, but the feeling is not what it seems on the surface.
Qin Fengming always felt that there was an extremely thick aura contained in the white mist in front of him.
The restrictions in the Immortal Mountain are set by the powerful power of the Immortal Mountain Sect in the upper realm and circulated on the lower interface. They are many times more mysterious. The lack of energy fluctuations in the prohibition shows how terrifying the restriction in front of them is.
The reason why Mo Tian stopped here was because there was a stone tablet sitting on the side of the road next to him. There were three words carved on the stone tablet: Honghuang Road.
"Grrrr, fellow Taoist Motian, is it possible that a mere primitive road in front of you has blocked my fellow Taoist? Haven't you, fellow Taoist, heard of the Hongmeng Miasma?"
When everyone was scanning the mountain road shrouded in white mist, the laughter of Holy Lord Yinluo suddenly sounded. As soon as his words came out, the expressions of everyone present suddenly changed.
Although no one has seen Hongmeng Miasma with their own eyes, everyone has heard of this name from some ancient books.
Hongmeng Miasma is an extremely powerful poisonous miasma that arises from the beginning of chaos when the heaven and earth begin.
This kind of poisonous miasma is said to be colorless and odorless, and does not contain any energy. However, the danger it contains is that even the powerful spirits of heaven and earth, such as true dragons and phoenixes, will be affected by the powerful energy it contains.
Infested by hallucinations and poisons, even those who fall into it are often spread.
The mountain road shrouded in white mist in front of us, according to what the beautiful female cultivator said, turned out to be a place shrouded in such poisonous mist. Almost no one could remain calm.
"The fairy is saying that the white mist in front of you contains a small amount of Hongmeng Miasma?"
Mo Tian only trembled, and then his eyes suddenly froze, he turned to look at Holy Lord Yin Luo, and asked in his mouth.
It is true that he is a Mahayana master in the real demon world, but his advancement was only tens of thousands of years ago. In terms of knowledge, even if he is a flatterer, it is difficult for him to catch up with the Yin Luo Saint Lord.
Hearing the words of the demon clan, everyone present felt relieved and understood.