I saw that the black fog in the distance began to roll slowly, and a ray of light gradually emerged, and then the voice sneered: "What the hell are you calling, disturbing my dream!" As he spoke, the black fog gradually receded, and the ray of light shone brightly.
Getting bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer, and an illusory figure appeared.
Linghu Heng was stunned. It turned out that the person in front of him was not a flesh and blood body, but a phantom spirit!
This man is quite burly, with an unruly face, a rosaceous nose and a big mouth. Although he is not ugly, he has an air of calmness and dignity. Coupled with his messy white hair, he looks like a lion with a stern look.
The arrogance of the world. Even if the soul is like this, one can imagine how arrogant and majestic this person was in the past.
Linghu Heng wandered in the black mist for many days, and finally saw a "person" who could speak. Well, although this person did not have a complete body. Although the other person seemed to have an unkind expression, and he might take action if he disagreed, but
There was still a hint of surprise in his heart. After all, he was not the only one being imprisoned in this hellish place, but there were also the same unlucky people, which gave him some psychological comfort.
Seeing that the other party's tone was unkind, he said without any sign of weakness: "What does it have to do with you if I call you mine? If you don't want to hear it, just plug your ears!"
The man burst out laughing: "This is the first time in so many years that I heard a voice other than my own in this ghost place. Although it's not much worse than the howling of ghosts and wolves, I still can't bear to plug my ears!"
Linghu Heng felt the same way, and couldn't help but feel a little fond of that person, and asked: "Who are you?"
After hearing this, the man's face showed a trace of self-deprecation, a trace of melancholy, and more of an anger, and he said: "Who am I? I have almost forgotten who I am!" After that, he raised his head and laughed,
There is desolation in the laughter.
The man laughed fiercely for a long time, which made Linghu Heng's eardrums numb. He had to use his spiritual power to protect his ears. Linghu Heng said in his heart: "This old madman's cultivation is so amazing!"
After the man laughed until he felt a little embarrassed, he slowly stopped and asked: "Little boy, looking at your young age, have you heard of the time when one demon picked five saints and was the number one master of the devil's way in the sky?
, Xiong Heng, whose nickname is the Great Sun Demon, is me!"
Linghu Heng frowned slightly: "Are you the Great Sun Demon who caused trouble in Gujian Mountain forty years ago?"
This statement made Xiong Heng stunned, and he asked: "Are you saying that it was forty years ago that I broke into the Ancient Sword Mountain to compete for the "Heaven Eye Technique"?"
Linghu Heng snorted coldly: "I can't lie to you, it's up to you to believe it or not."
Xiong Heng stood blankly for a long time, then suddenly his long hair trembled, his face was excited, he raised his head and laughed and said: "For more than forty years, I have been imprisoned in this dark and dark abyss of magic for more than forty years! What an ancient time.
The Sword Sect, what a "Sky Eye Technique", actually made me float in this ghost place like a lonely ghost for more than forty years!"
The thick light and shadow kept vibrating, and the harsh and high-pitched laughter oscillated back and forth. Linghu Heng looked at Xiong Heng quietly, and his heart also surged: "Trapped Demon Abyss, this is actually the trapped demon
Abyss! It seems that I did fall into this place in the end, but I heard that there are no less than a hundred demons in the Demonic Abyss. Why can't I see any other souls except Xiong Heng?"
He waited until Xiong Heng laughed enough before asking: "Old madman, is this the Demonic Abyss?"
Xiong Heng was extremely dissatisfied with Linghu Heng's title. He snorted and said, "Boy, you'd better call me Heavenly Demon. Otherwise, I'll be angry and I'll cramp your skin and make you worse than death!"
After he finished the warning, he said: "Yes, this is the Demonic Abyss. Didn't you hear what I said just now?"
Linghu Heng's heart sank: "The tall and short old man once said that there is a Nine-Nine Xuantian Demon Entrapment Formation in this trapped devil abyss, and even Xiong Heng's level of cultivation cannot escape. Do I want to be like this old madman?
Trapped here for more than forty years?"
Linghu Heng looked around and said doubtfully: "Why are you the only one here? Didn't it say that there are no less than a hundred demons here, as well as the souls of our ancestors who were defeated by the soldiers?"
When Xiong Heng heard Linghu Heng said "our sect", a fierce light flashed in Heng Heng's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Are you a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect? Who is your master?"
Of course Linghu Heng knew that Xiong Heng and the Ancient Sword Sect were on the same page, but how could he be afraid of this? He raised his head and said, "My master is a Taoist of Silence. Unfortunately, I am no longer a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect..."
Xiong Heng was stunned for a moment, looked at Linghu Heng, and sneered: "The Ancient Sword Sect is really short-sighted. How can you be so talented and willing to give it up? Boy, I see that you are so talented that you can't help but worship me."
Master, if I pass on my skills to you, isn’t that a beautiful thing in the world?”
Linghu Heng also smiled and said: "Old madman, you haven't been able to go out, so what if I learn all your skills? Besides, I only have one master in my life, so it is absolutely impossible for you to ask me to become a disciple.
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Xiong Heng was hurt by his words, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually became stronger. Linghu Heng clenched the "Wufeng" sword and was secretly on guard. If Xiong Heng hurt someone, he could escape into the black mist.
Even Xiong Heng's soul may not be able to catch up.
Unexpectedly, Xiong Heng stood frozen for a moment, and the fierce light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he sighed in a low voice: "That's it, I've almost forgotten what it's like to talk to people, so I'll keep you for a few more days. When will you, kid?"
If you make me unhappy, it won’t be too late to kill you. Hehe, I have never seen anyone who dares to refuse my kindness. Boy, you are the first!"
Linghu Heng also sneered and said: "Old madman, it's hard to say whether you have this ability or not. No matter how bad I am, I won't let you slaughter me."
Xiong Heng chuckled and said: "Your arrogant temper is somewhat similar to that of your master. He was no match for me that day, but he resisted desperately and refused to retreat. I still admire his backbone."
When Linghu Heng heard that he actually praised the old Taoist priest, he couldn't help but feel a little more favorable to him. He felt that although he was murderous and an old devil, he was not a hypocritical hypocrite.
He smiled slightly and said: "Don't pat the old Taoist priest's horse randomly. You haven't explained why you are the only one left?"
Xiong Heng heard the words and cursed a few times, but Linghu Heng ignored him. After a while, Xiong Heng said angrily: "Every once in a while, a cloud of blood mist will suddenly appear in this damn place.
He will not stop until he reaches the Nine-Nine Xuantian Demon-Entrapment Formation. No matter whether the spirit or the body in the Demon-Entrapment Abyss, let alone the lonely ghost, as soon as he touches this blood mist, his body will be gone.
, the soul was scattered, not even a trace was left. I encountered the blood mist as soon as I came in, and it took me two hundred years of cultivation to keep the soul. How could you be so lucky as you? I was originally so trapped.
There are still some old demons in the Demon Abyss, but after more than forty years and hundreds of rounds, I am the only one left here to hold on."
Linghu Heng frowned slightly and asked strangely: "What is the origin of this blood mist, so it is so powerful?"
Xiong Heng said angrily: "If I knew, wouldn't I be able to go out? Several times I wanted to sink to the bottom of the abyss to explore, but every time I went down to more than a thousand feet, I was blocked by the damn black fog.
No matter what, I can't take a step forward. Although I have kept my soul, my appearance is not much better than death."
Linghu Heng took a breath of cold air. According to Xiong Heng, even he couldn't resist the blood mist. Wouldn't his life be in danger? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask: "Since this place is so dangerous, why don't you
Try to get out?"
Xiong Heng let out a "poof" and said: "You don't want to take me for granted? Don't say that I can't break that bullshit formation. Even if I go out, I only have this soul that is neither human nor ghost. If I don't do it well, I will fall apart."
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After a pause, he cursed again: "After all, it's still that damn blood mist. It has consumed most of my accumulated spiritual energy before it attacks. If I know who did this, even if he
Once he climbed into the coffin, I would extract blood from him, skin him, and throw him into a frying pan to fry him for forty years!!!"
Linghu Heng was not in the mood to ask how to suck the blood of a dead person. He pondered for a long time before saying, "So, I just need to break out of the trapped demon formation to escape. Although it is a bit dangerous, there is still a glimmer of hope."
Xiong Heng suddenly laughed, his voice full of contempt. Linghu Heng's cheeks heated up from his laughter, and his heart became angry, and he said angrily: "Old madman, are you laughing so hard?"
Xiong Heng did not care about the title of "old madman" this time. He pointed at Linghu Heng and said: "I am laughing at your arrogance and ignorance. Your cultivation level is not even comparable to that of my toes, and you still want to crack the Nine-Nine Mysteries."
The Heavenly Trapped Demon Formation really makes me laugh to death! I have been attacked countless times over the past 40 years, and every time I was close to death, with your little cultivation, you are not afraid of making people laugh?"
Linghu Heng was aroused by him, and the stubbornness in his bones emerged: "Old madman, you have brute strength, what's so surprising even if you can't break the formation? But I am different, I learn the authentic ancient sword style skills
There is always hope for breaking the formation!"
The muscles on Xiong Heng's face were twitching. He stared at Linghu Heng fiercely, trying his best to suppress the murderous intention in his heart. Instead of getting angry, he smiled and said: "Okay, I want to see how you can break through the magic trap and escape."
Trapped in the Demonic Abyss!"
After saying that, he suddenly bullied him in front of Linghu Heng. Linghu Heng was startled, and before he could react, Xiong Heng grabbed his pulse, forcefully grabbed his arm and flew upwards.
Linghu Heng couldn't free himself from Xiong Heng's clutches, and with a slight movement of his body, he flew upwards. After a moment, he saw that the surrounding black fog was getting thinner and thinner, and there was a strange red and blue light above his head.
Xiong Heng stopped, let go of Linghu Heng, pointed upward and said: "Did you see, those are a few old immortal guys from your Ancient Sword Sect, who forcibly transformed their cultivation into the Nine-Nine Mysteries before the soldiers were dismissed?"
The Heavenly Entrapment Demon Formation, let alone me, even if the Sanxian comes here, he may not be able to break through this formation and escape!"
Linghu Heng stared and watched, but because of the black fog, he couldn't see clearly. Unknowingly, he raised his energy and flew up a certain distance. Unexpectedly, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart. Before he understood what was going on, there was a bright red and blue light above his head.
It suddenly turned into a six-color halo, and several muffled sounds were faintly heard. Immediately afterwards, three bucket-thick electric lights suddenly fell from the halo, which was actually almost the same as a natural disaster! (To be continued)