Wu Liang shouted lightly, his voice seemed particularly vicissitudes, and his palms instantly slapped dozens of palm prints...
The five innate faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly avoided the palm prints that were densely packed all over the sky. The formation was broken in an instant. Even so, they could not completely avoid Wu Liang's palm prints.
"puff!"
The two weaker innate seventh-level warriors were hit by the palm print, and flew backwards with a bang, and their heads tilted and fainted on the spot.
Without giving them any chance, Wu Liang waved his palms again, and dozens of palm prints flew out.
The face of the innate ninth-level warrior changed drastically and he shouted: "Old Ancestor!"
"Hmph! It's useless to shout again!"
The old voice sounded again, and Wu Liang's feet moved and appeared in front of him, slapped his forehead with a palm.
The pupils of the innate ninth-level warrior instantly dilated, and his head tilted and slowly fell down.
The other two eighth-level strong men had already been hit by the palm print and flew backwards and fainted on the ground. At this time, Wu Liang took a breath and took off his head hood.
When you are a thief, you must not be without preparation. Black hood is essential, and changing the sound is also easy for Wu Liang.
But it's really uncomfortable to wear this hood. Wu Liang began to miss the magic weapon mask he made. It is a must-have for home and a good thing to rob. Not only can you breathe without any obstacles, but you can also change your breath.
Even if you look like a rook, you can't recognize who is who.
Apart from the mask, if you can restore your strength, it will be no difficulty to change your appearance. It is not like a thief now.
Although I am indeed a thief, this feeling is really unpleasant.
There was no time to feel sad, and time was urgent. Wu Liang quickly opened several portals according to the morning route and appeared in front of the Chuangong Loft.
After covering up the fluctuations of his aura in his body, Wu Liang stepped into the attic.
Perhaps because he felt the fluctuation of space, Zangtian Jian, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a stranger wearing a black hood and a black hood.
Nonsense, of course, it’s a stranger, isn’t it necessary for strangers to dress up?
The Zangtian Sword is worthy of being a powerful man who has been famous for many years. Without saying a word, he punched out without any reservation. Even if the space in the small world is stable, this punch also made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
"die!"
Wu Liang roared violently, and turned his palms to suppress the Zangtian Sword. An illusory white jade flower actually condensed above his head.
Zangtian Jian's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "Three Flowers!"
The mind and spirit were lost in an instant. Although the Three Flowers Venerables were only one step away from the Three Flowers, their combat power could not be the same, and the difference was more than ten times.
The Zangtian Sword was completely confused. The one who broke into this place was the Sanhua Venerable. I am afraid there is no way out now.
Just as the Zangtian Sword was lost, Wu Liang's eyes flashed with joy. He suddenly withdrew his palm and avoided the fist of Zangtian Sword. His body twisted and appeared behind the Zangtian Sword, and he slapped his head with a palm.
Although the Zangtian Sword lost its mind, it was a powerful man who had been a half-step three-hua for many years. He felt a strong wind coming from behind his head, and he had to avoid it when his head tilted.
However, before he could still be glad to avoid that palm, the Zangtian Sword felt a flash in front of him, his head buzzing, and his body slowly softened.
"call!"
Wu Liang took a long breath and put the big hammer in his left hand into the storage ring.
The previous palm was just a bluff, and its real killer weapon was the third-level magic weapon hammer weighing a thousand pounds.
If you really fight, although the Zangtian Sword is not his opponent, it will definitely be fine to entangle hundreds of tricks. This guy is several times stronger than Nanquan. If he is really entangled, Wu Liang is sure to kill him.
But it will be difficult not to reveal your identity.
As for the white jade flowers that made the mind of Zangtian Sword lose their minds, it is naturally fake. Although Wu Liang could not condense the true essence flower like the original Venerable of the World Protection, it was still not difficult to create some fake ones.
Although he knocked out the Zangtian Sword, Wu Liang was still worried and slapped dozens of palms on the old ghost before he breathed a sigh of relief.
The warrior is strong in body and has extremely strong recovery. Even if the hammer goes down, it will be unconscious of the Zangtian Sword, and this old ghost can recover without using it.
He lifted the old ghost up, walked out of the Chuangong Pavilion and walked to the hall, piled up dozens of unconscious guys together, and put a ban on them one by one, Wu Liang had time to carefully look at the small world.
If you want to refine the small world, you must find the core array eye of the small world.
In this small world, the Sumi space has hundreds of sizes, and the opening techniques of each space are different. Otherwise, the Shenwu Shishi would not give Wu Liang a chance to find a bargain even if he had obtained the small world for decades.
It is very difficult for others to find the place where the array eye is in a short time.
You should know that it is not that simple to use the magic tricks of the immortal way to replace them with internal strength, otherwise the few old ghosts in the Divine Martial Arts would not have opened four or five spaces for decades.
But it was simply easy for Wu Liang. Not only because he had a fairy power in his body, but more importantly, he had a small world before and knew this thing very well.
After a brief observation, Wu Liang did not go to the surrounding walls to open the illusory space, but turned his gaze to the dozens of towering pillars in the hall.
Forty-nine towering giant pillars support the entire small world. The warriors in the Divine Martial Arts may ignore these giant pillars, but Wu Liang will not.
After looking at the forty-nine giant cylinders for a moment, Wu Liang soon stopped in front of a golden giant cylinder.
"Treat!"
Wu Liang shouted lightly, his palms flipped constantly, and handprints condensed by immortal power reflected into the giant pillar.
The golden giant pillar slowly shrank, from dozens of meters to more than ten meters, and then to five or six meters.
Wu Liang's face was also red, and hot air came out from his head, and the immortal power continued to gush out from his body.
After a long time, the towering pillar had shrunk to the size of a fountain pen. Wu Liang patted his chest with his palm and spit out a drop of golden blood from his mouth.
As soon as the blood came out, Wu Liang's face turned pale. This was the essence and blood in his heart. Even if he lacked this drop of blood, he would have to suffer great damage to his vitality.
The essence and blood in ordinary people's mouths are completely different from those in the air of warriors and monks. Ordinary acquired warriors are not qualified to condense essence and blood in their hearts. Only by reaching the innate realm can they be condensed.
This essence and blood not only contains their qi and blood, but more importantly, their cultivation and life span.
The stronger your strength, the more important your essence and blood are. It doesn’t matter if you are injured and bleeding. If your essence and blood are lost, not only will your cultivation be greatly reduced, but your life span will be greatly reduced.
Wu Liang has been experiencing a lot of money in order to refine this small world. If he can still grind slowly in normal times, he will always be able to refine the core of this formation after spending more time.
But now the time is urgent, and he doesn't care about so much. It's no big deal for him to reduce his life span by one year, but it will be difficult for him to improve his state if he doesn't replenish his qi and blood.
As soon as the golden blood drip touched the pen-shaped iron rod transformed into the giant pillar, it quickly merged into it. Wu Liang's heart moved and immediately felt that he could control this small world.
However, just after he controlled the entire small world, Wu Liang was a little stunned. His feelings were really the territory of his old acquaintance.
Venerable Qingtian, a powerful person who overcomes tribulation.
Back then, Wu Liang and Venerable Qingtian could not be said to have a good relationship, and of course it was not bad. This guy was both good and evil, had a strong temper, and was not much more famous in the Taoist world than Wu.
Wu Liang had fought with him several times when he was over the tribulation. Qingtian still had two tricks, and with Wu Liang's combat power, he couldn't deal with him.
But at that time, this guy seemed to have no small world. Maybe he opened it up later, maybe he picked it up there. Anyway, this guy should be dead now, and it's a bargain..
Wu Liang was not very worried and didn't have time to check whether there were any treasures in other spaces one by one.
He directly moved dozens of fainted warriors in the hall, and he also moved his mind and left the small world.
It was still calm outside the palace, just like when Wu Liang first entered, although Wu Liang had knocked down so many warriors, he also refined the small world, which was only about ten minutes together.
In such a short time, I'm afraid no one would have thought that Wu Liang had already obtained the largest treasure in the Divine Martial Arts.
"receive!"
Wu Liang's heart moved. The palace, which had just covered an area of nearly 100 square meters, suddenly shrank and soon turned into a mini palace the size of a palm.
Wu Liang did not dare to stay for too long, so he waved his hand and put the palace in his arms, and jumped and merged directly into the soil above his head.
As for those unconscious guys, if no one notices, they will not wake up in three hours.
Wu Liang's consideration is no longer that old ghost of the Zangtian Sword can hide his breath from the pursuit of the venerable protector. This guy is not weak, plus two masters and dozens of innate ones, if that three
Hua Qiangzhe has no help, so it is a bit difficult to deal with him.
...
Racing along the way, Wu Liang did not hesitate to his immortal power, and his speed increased greatly. He returned to Zhenlong Hall in less than an hour and a half.
It took only four hours to travel back and forth between Demon City and Kyoto, and also collected a small world. Not to mention the master, even the three-flower strong man could not do it.
He fell silently in front of his room door. As soon as he pushed open the door, Wu Liang's face turned green.
"Bang!"
He kicked Huang San, who was still drooling with a sweet kick, and Wu Liang lowered his voice and scolded: "Fatty, that's how you guard the door!"
The third master, in a daze, wiped his saliva and came to his senses for a while. He didn't care about Wu Liang kicking him, and he got up and was about to touch Wu Liang.
"roll!"
"No, Master, have you got a baby? For the sake of my visit, I'll give you some soup."
The third master pulled Wu Liang's clothes with a smile. When he saw a palace model as big as a palm appeared in Wu Liang's hand, his eyes lit up, but he quickly said with a disappointed look: "No, Master, don't tell me you."
I got this broken thing all night."
"But why does it look familiar?"
The third master muttered, and was about to pick up the palace and take a closer look, but he pulled it twice but didn't pull it.
"Master, show me a lot of fast meat, why are you so stingy?"
"Get out! You can pick up this baby?"
Wu Liang looked disdainful. Not to mention Huang San, he would not even think of picking up the small world if he didn't refine it.
Unless he can reach the realm of the soul, otherwise it is impossible to pick it up, even if it moves it. (To be continued.)