The Blood Tower is towering, the divine light is lingering, and its majesty is unstoppable. It has not been seen for several months, but suddenly there are additional rounds of magic circles here. They are arranged from the bottom to the top from the largest to the smallest.
Twenty-fold magic circle circulates, with rich spiritual energy and green grass, like a paradise. A monk is chatting and laughing on a grassy slope, where tamed spirit riders are kept. A few miles away is a wide lake.
, Surrounding the lake, there are thick soil and fertile fields, with many medicinal herbs planted, the aura is shining thinly, and the spiritual mist is swirling.
In just a few months, the surrounding changes have been astonishing. The lake is like a mirror, the flowers are blooming like brocade, and the surroundings of the Blood Tower, which was originally built on a deserted land, have turned into a peach blossom garden. It makes people forget to leave.
If a monk who didn't dare to step into the Blood Hell saw this scene, he might regret it for several lifetimes.
"This is the Snow Forbidden City! You bastards, leave!" the people from the Snow Gate shouted.
Zhuo Yifan looked at Le Shi and understood the big stone. He raised his knife and slashed. The wide nail gate and the plaque with the "Xue Gate" shattered into pieces with a "bang" and turned into a handful of dust.
"you……"
All the monks who had joined the Xuemen were retreating. The newcomers were unkind and directly blasted the plaque on the city gate. They were obviously here to cause trouble.
"Are you looking for death?" Monk Xuemen was furious. One of the three leaders was injured, and the other two, who only had a golden elixir, dared to come here to cause trouble. They really despised the power of Xuemen! Although Xuemen was established
It won't be long, but it is by no means a soft persimmon to be pinched.
The several monks guarding the door, led by the master of the eighth level of the Golden Core, all used their fairy swords and hammers to hit him like a meteor shower.
Zhuo Yifan didn't care, because these weapons had not yet entered, and suddenly turned around halfway. The Golden elixir monks who had not even activated the Three Flowers Gathering. Even if a hundred more people came, they could not compete with the monks based on the demon clan.
Poof! Poof! Mu Mu glared, and all the weapons rushed towards his master with an unquenchable offensive. In an instant, all the monks guarding the door were killed by his own weapons and fell into a pool of blood. Now his mental power has long been gone.
Things are different now. After his ability was first activated, he went through months of hard training and developed the magical power to control up to a hundred weapons in an instant.
"Level 1 alert! Go and ask for the elder!" At this moment, the Xuemen monks finally realized that they had hit an iron plate. These people are not ordinary strong people, and they are definitely not ordinary madmen.
"No need, I'm coming!"
A majestic voice sounded, and suddenly heavy snow fell in the sky, and a figure enjoying the throne suddenly descended with a canopy above his head. It was a young man who was surrounded by four demon clan Golden Core seventh-level monks. As soon as he appeared, it was like winter.
When the sun comes, white snow dances wildly for hundreds of miles around, exuding endless cold air.
"Yifan, this person..." Black Dragon was shocked: "He is the inheritor of the Taoist lineage! He owns the Snow God Taoist lineage!"
Zhuo Yifan didn't notice the tyrannical power of this young figure. He could see it just by glancing at it. This person was very strong. If he was given more time, he could keep pace with Fang Wei.
If those with the divine body are born nobles, then the inheritors of the Taoist tradition are undoubtedly nouveau riche. Although there are differences between the two, they are essentially the same. They both inherit the obsession of God!
Zhuo Yifan didn't expect that Xue Wulai, whom he hadn't seen for several months, would actually become the inheritor of the Snow God's tradition.
Although he had countless adventures in the Monster Mountain, none of them were obtained after experiencing a life-and-death struggle. How many times did he accumulate strong capital at the cost of death?
But the man in front of him is different. As long as he accepts the baptism of Taoism wholeheartedly, he can get everything he wants. Time is his capital.
"Sect Master!" Seeing Xue Wulai's appearance, the Xue Clan people suddenly knelt on the ground. They looked at the few people who broke into this place in surprise. These people were really not easy to mess with. Even the Sect Master personally took action.
"Everyone, get up! From now on, I will be your sect master." Zhuo Yifan walked forward, walking slowly, clearly without murderous intent, but it made the temperature around him a little colder.
"You... are bold!" Behind Xue Wulai, a sect elder pointed at him, and cold sweat broke out on his back. The person in front of him was the fierce talent in the human realm that the sect leader said?
Many people in the field have heard about the battle between the strongest boys, but very few people really know the inside story. Most people have only a partial understanding of it, and they don't even know the true face of the fierce talent.
These elders recognized Zhuo Yifan because Xue Wulai had shown them a portrait. They only knew that this young man was a piece of iron and was not easy to mess with, but they knew nothing about the amazing combat power he contained.
Know.
"The inheritor of the Taoist tradition is really unbelievable." Zhuo Yifan looked at Xue Wulai and sighed in his heart. The inheritance of the Taoist tradition is indeed the most convenient shortcut to becoming a strong person. There is no need to consider the dangers of impacting the realm. As long as you accept the inheritance wholeheartedly and increase your cultivation, you will be ready.
But in the end, I was able to ask for help from God.
These are all destiny.
Even though he was injured, he still couldn't help but make some calculations. In the dark, he seemed to feel the resonance of heaven and earth, and he worshiped Xue Wulai.
"I didn't expect to bump into a Taoist inheritor. This is not an ordinary person. It was impossible to calculate at first, but unfortunately, this person was too anxious and had not grown up, so he couldn't help but take action. In this state, if dealt with
If you do it right, you can steal his Taoist inheritance." The black dragon uses his spirit to transmit his voice, Yin Xie Dao.
Between heaven and earth, there are many people similar to those with divine bodies and heirs to the Taoism. However, among these people with golden keys, there are also those who are lucky and those who are not. Those who are lucky can activate their potential and shine for a lifetime, and those who are not lucky
Okay, like Xue Wulai, if you rush to take action, you often go in the opposite direction.
In fact, this is also a part of fate, which is difficult to predict. Even gods from ancient times cannot guarantee that they are completely free from the shackles of fate.
"He's very strong. But that's where it ends."
"That's right. As a successor of the Taoist tradition, the most important thing you need to have is patience. If you don't have this point, it will be meaningless no matter how strong the Taoist tradition is." Black Dragon nodded.
The two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and there were faint sparks. Zhuo Yifan felt a mighty spiritual power surge through his body, illuminating his whole body.
He did not conceal his injuries and allowed the other party to investigate.
After checking Zhuo Yifan's body, Xue Wulai showed a faint sinister smile: "Zhuo Yifan, you are here to cause trouble just because you are so injured?"
It's no wonder that Xue Wulai despises Zhuo Yifan. After the battle, Zhuo Yifan's injured body has not yet recovered, and a curse has been added to him. No matter how terrifying the rumors are, it is not necessarily what big waves he can make with this injured body.
Zhuo Yifan's mouth started to bleed again, and everyone behind him trembled. Shitou and Mu quickly supported him, but he broke away.
He walked forward step by step without hesitation, climbed the hundred steps, and walked towards the main hall. Step by step, flowers bloomed step by step, and there were endless lotus under his feet, just like the banished immortal who drifted in the world.
Finally, he climbed to the entrance of the palace and looked level with Xue Wulai.
"Xue Wulai, even if I am injured, I cannot be bullied by you, the inheritor of the small path. Everything in the human realm now was established by my brother. How can I allow you to be so presumptuous! Get out of here!"
Zhuo Yifan roared, and with a bang, the shadow of his fist flew out along with the endless talismans, flooding the Jinluan Hall.)