Wu Sheng's heart suddenly trembled. Dao Gong's cultivation level is so high, but he has kept it secret, which shows that he is deep, arbitrary and suspicious. Now that he knows Dao Gong's secret, he is laying the root of disaster... Many thoughts went through his mind at once
, responded as usual: "Since the Immortal Palace is in the Eight Diagrams format, you should turn around the four images, follow the two rituals, and enter the middle palace. Although there are many treasures hidden in the corridors of the palace, they are all side details and I don't pay too much attention to them.
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The two quickened their pace and walked straight through the palace corridors. Along the way, there were more and more corpses, and the scene was chaotic. There were loud killings in golden pavilions, silver platforms, jade towers and palaces, and the colorful lights of treasures and splattered blood appeared one after another. All ethnic groups
You fight for it, fighting to the death, sometimes entangled fiercely, sometimes shouting back and forth to chase...
"Bang!" Lao Shaodaozi casually punched several barbarians who were blocking the way with axes. Wu Sheng saw a giant pool revealed behind: white jade walls, green dragon carvings, the water color shimmering with light, and floating golden lotuses, faintly
A green shadow can be seen swimming under the lotus leaf.
"Master Dao, this pool should be the Qinglong position of the Four Symbols, but..." Wu Sheng hesitated and said, "It lacks some of the meaning of the cycle of the Four Symbols, and it does not fit with the previous Fire Leaving Gate." "There are always things that cannot be seen through in the treasure land of the Immortal Family." Lao Shaodaozi disagreed. How can an armchair scholar understand the real mysteries of the Immortal Family?
Wu Sheng silently shook his feather fan, considering the past friendship between host and guest, he had hinted it many times. However, Dao Gong was obsessed with greed and could no longer listen to offensive words.
He looked around and saw that there were crowds of people beside the pool, eager to try, and their faces were glowing red with excitement. If he looked closely, they looked like the red faces of those evil spirits.
A strange fragrance suddenly wafted out, and the golden lotus shrank at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye, and there were numerous silver lotus pods inside. "Beep beep..." The lotus pods split open one after another, revealing fiery red lotus seeds, crystal clear.
Transparent, full and tender, the rich fragrance seems to make the pores of the whole body relax and open. Even if Wu Sheng is far away, his mouth and tongue can't help but feel refreshed, and his heart and spleen are refreshed, as if he has been washed by the sweet rain.
"Plop!" Someone jumped into the pool desperately and stretched out his hand to pull the lotus pod. Biying rushed over and grabbed it with his claws. The man's neck was broken, his head fell into the water, and he sank. Biying stirred up a bunch of waves,
With its neck raised and roaring loudly, its antlers and camel head, and its carp scales and eagle claws, it was clearly a small green dragon with a splendid steed.
"It's a dragon! Isn't this thing extinct long ago?" "I heard that if you eat a dragon, your body will have the power of a dragon!" "You idiot! You should keep it as a pet!"
Everyone stared eagerly, gearing up, and the greed in their hearts became even more fierce. "Boom!" The water surface exploded, and no one knew who hit out a burst of energy first, and then nearly a hundred energy flames fired wildly, making the waves roaring into the sky, deafening, and the little green dragon threw up
It rolled down again, flicking its tail and roaring in pain.
"The lotus seeds are withered!" a Yaksha woman screamed.
On the water surface, the silver light of each lotus pod became dim, the skin began to wrinkle, and the lotus seeds shriveled up little by little, gradually turning into blue-gray dirt.
Everyone shouted and rushed into the pool. Some rushed to the little green dragon, and more went to pick the lotus pods. A man from the Quan Shu tribe broke off the lotus pods and stuffed them into his pocket. He was shocked to find that the lotus seeds were still shrinking. "Crack!"
He simply bit into the lotus pod and devoured it.
Traces of fishy mucus seeped out from the pores all over his body, his hair gradually became shiny, and the irrepressible Qi and blood seeped out of his body, stirring up waves of water.
"Cut the hair and wash the marrow, reborn!" The minions on the side were so surprised that they grabbed a handful of lotus seeds and stuffed them into their mouths. Everyone followed suit, and sometimes fought to the death for the lotus seeds, stalking and killing them endlessly.
Blood splattered, and Lao Shaodaozi punched the Hui tribe woman opposite him to death, and snatched the lotus pod from her hand. "Master Dao, this is an unknown object, so be careful when proceeding!" He turned around and saw Wu Sheng.
His face was anxious, he shook his head and waved his hands.
Lao Shaodaozi hesitated for a moment, but still swallowed the lotus seeds. The lotus seeds melted when they hit the liquid, and it was like a thin stream of fire rushing into his lungs. The energy and blood in his body immediately rose, a red light appeared on his face, and his limbs were full of strength. p>
Wu Sheng opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing. He stood blankly, with a crowd of people in front of him, all of them were frantically grabbing for food. His face was red, and even his skin showed a faint blue. In a trance, he seemed to be alone.
In the murals standing in the palace corridor, evil ghosts dance around, flying and howling...
"Boom!" The flames flashed, the air waves stirred up, and hundreds of weapons struck the little green dragon again and again, making it roar and roll, and its sharp claws pounced wildly. The blood dyed the water red, and people kept falling down.
More people rushed forward...
"Pfft!" A burly Kunlun slave fought back before his death, and stabbed the little green dragon's belly with the tip of his knife. No dragon's blood spattered out, but a section of hard, cold and shiny bronze scales appeared on the dragon's belly.
Horcrux! Lao Shaodaozi's body was shaken, and his heart was hot. What kind of green dragon is this? It is clearly a Horcrux that has not yet matured!
The so-called Horcrux is a weapon that is born with soul and consciousness: it is familiar with changes, is good at magical powers, can sit up, walk, and knows joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. It is more like a special creature between a human and a weapon. Even if it is
Among the high-ranking Jin and Chu families, a single Horcrux is enough to be regarded as a treasure handed down from generation to generation!
"Peng!" The water column rose high, Lao Shaodaozi stepped on the waves, and his fists were as powerful as a mountain, like a tiger charging into the sheep.
The weapon was broken under the fist! The head was shattered under the fist! Blood was thrown under the fist... In the end, Lao Shaodaozi was covered in blood, stepped on the pool of corpses, grabbed the little green dragon with one hand, and let it twist desperately in the palm of his hand.
, until it slowly transformed into its original shape - a bronze wave moon dragon head sword.
"Hahahaha!" He laughed and waved his knife, the sound was like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking, and the giant white jade pool was split into two in the cold light of the knife.
"Follow the two rites and enter the middle palace." Lao Shaodaozi glanced at Wu Sheng, who was in a state of despair, and said with a frown. I thought this person was quite courageous and insightful, but I didn't expect that he was also a waste. He will be removed afterwards.
Wu Sheng followed Lao Shaodaozi as if he was sleepwalking, staggering all the way. On the way, corpses were strewn on the ground, blood flowed into rivers, and all ethnic groups were killing like crazy, beheading people when they saw them, and robbing treasures when they saw them.
"The leader of the Ghost Cult, Yin Jiuyou, is dead!" "The news came from the 'Grass Rat', and the news leaked out last night!" "The Ghost Cult is finished, kill the minions!"
Wu Sheng suddenly heard someone shouting, and a group of horses turned into a whirlwind and chased after them, surrounding several tiger minions and beating them to death. More people joined the ranks of surrounding and suppressing the tiger minions, and the chaotic killing scene became more and more intense like a raging fire cooking oil.
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"Boom!" Lao Shao Daozi carried Bo Yuelong's first sword on his back and punched a tiger minnow until the flesh and blood flew everywhere. Blood splashed on Wu Sheng's forehead. He was suddenly startled, came back to his senses, and looked at Lao Shao Daozi sadly.
An arrogant figure.
Mr. Dao, the relationship between you and me as host and guest is over.
He slowed down, quietly turned into a corridor, and followed the induction of the Qiqiao Exquisite Heart to escape.
The flow of people fighting for each other flows from all directions like a lantern. This is the rolling torrent of people's hearts. Anyone who blocks it will be shattered to pieces.
Outside the Nightmare Lake, Zhi Shou was really asking Qingfeng for sword skills. He suddenly raised his head and frowned slightly.
A beautiful figure dressed in red as bright as fire ran towards the lake like flying.