"That's right! That's right. Although this demonized body is not as good as my real body, it can take one of my blows without dying. It seems that you are not a low-level monk. I will give you a blood sacrifice first!" "Nanlong
"Hou" he said grimly.
I saw that the black air on his face was three points thicker than before, and a pair of silver-white eyes were extremely cold, staring at the old man like a dead man without blinking. The old man felt very cold in his heart.
As soon as "Nanlong Hou" finished speaking, his body moved, bringing out a series of phantom remnants, and he rushed towards the old man, not wanting to say more nonsense.
The old man surnamed Lu was so frightened that he wanted to get out of the stone wall, but it was too late. The opponent's movements were too fast, and he was in front of him almost instantly, like a ghost, and a claw wrapped in black energy had already rushed towards him.
He stabbed the old man's head straight down.
The old man was so anxious that he had no choice but to panic, his whole body flashed with white light, and he poured all his mana into the fiery red gauze in one breath.
Suddenly, the fiery red light curtain in front of him suddenly rose to a height of half a foot. The black claw was driven in hard under the expressionless gaze of "Nanlong Hou".
A strange sound of "Zila" came out. The light curtain was dazzling. In the old man's fear, the ghost claw finally stopped after penetrating into the light curtain for a few feet.
Seeing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and the color on his face returned a little. The spiritual light on his body flashed again, and he would use the protective spiritual light to break out of these hard-iron forbidden stone walls.
The "Nanlong Marquis" across from him raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
There was a loud noise, and Nanlong Hou waved his other arm and hit the red light screen.
The spiritual light that the old man had just released from outside his body was shaken, and for some reason, most of it immediately disintegrated.
The old man was stunned for a moment. Before he could understand the other party's intention, Nanlong Hou's arm that penetrated the light screen suddenly twitched, and then he punched him with the same lightning-like punch.
The light curtain shook again, and the remaining body-protecting spiritual light on the old man was also shattered by this blow. At the same time, his body sank and fell into the stone wall again for several inches.
"not good!"
When the old man surnamed Lu saw this scene, he finally remembered something and his face changed greatly. He hurriedly shook the white Dharma flag in his hand, wanting to sacrifice the treasure.
But "Nanlong Marquis" waved his two fists and hit them one after another without haste, without giving the old man a chance to sacrifice the Dharma flag. Each punch injected exactly half of the power that the old man had just injected into the flag.
The spiritual energy spread out forcefully, and the blows became faster and stronger, and the force became stronger and stronger. The rumbling sounds continued for a while.
The old man was horrified and wanted to use other secret techniques, but the same mana was dispersed after only half of it. He could not gather the mana at all.
As a result, Lu Wei Yingkong, who had immense magical power and supernatural powers, was trapped alive in the stone wall and could not use it at all. He could only watch the red light curtain in front of him become thinner and lighter.
, with a look of despair on his face.
The old man surnamed Lu looked frighteningly blue. After he looked at "Nanlong Hou" with cold silver eyes, his heart became even more intense.
There is no doubt that if this happens to the end, he will definitely end up with his treasure broken and his person being smashed into a pulp.
Thinking of this, the old man gritted his teeth in his heart and shouted loudly. The white glow flashed above his head, and a Nascent Soul with a face that looked exactly like the old man suddenly appeared at the Tianling Cap. The Nascent Soul looked a little panicked, but he held a mouthful of blue with both hands.
Misty little sword.
Almost at the same time, the sound of cracking came from the light curtain transformed by the ancient treasure of Haoyang Sha.
The last trace of Yuanying's hesitation disappeared without a trace, and it suddenly stamped its feet. The Yuanying disappeared out of thin air on the spot, and the next moment it appeared directly at the entrance. Then the Yuanying would use the sword to escape into the passage,
Run away for your life.
But at this moment, a strange scene occurred.
"Nanlong Hou" still had his back facing the entrance and seemed to have not yet reacted, but the robe on his back burst open in an instant, making his back naked, and revealed a grimace that was exactly the same as the Blood Curse Gate.
His eyes were closed and he stood there. It was no different from the real thing.
The ghostly face suddenly opened its eyes, revealing the same silver-white eyes. At the same time, a purple shadow flashed from its mouth, as if something was sprayed out of its mouth.
At this time, the old Yuanying had just thrown out the flying sword in his arms, and was about to fly up and merge with this natal magic weapon to run away desperately, but he seemed to hear some wind in his ears, and then he felt a heat in his head, and between his eyebrows
Something jumped out and stretched out a long way.
Nascent Soul just stared blankly at the long object between its eyes. After a moment, it let out a sharp scream, and then it instantly lost all its strength and fell from the air, falling to the ground motionless.
At this time, if there are other monks nearby, they can see a long purple strip as thick as a thumb extending from the mouth of the ghost face to the back of Nascent Soul's head, and then passing through the front of the eyebrows.
It's as long as a foot.
It looks like a ghostly face and tongue. But it's so long, it's really weird.
When Ghostface saw the Nascent Soul falling to the ground, he smiled ferociously. The long-tongued beast opened its mouth wide and rolled the old Nascent Soul into its mouth. After chewing it for a few times, he swallowed it directly. Then Ghostface slowly showed a satisfied look.
He closed his eyes. At this time, "Nanlong Hou" finally turned around. He looked at the blue sword that had lost its owner expressionlessly, and a sharp look flashed across his face. He grabbed it with his backhand and tore the old man surnamed Lu into his flesh.
He took out the heart from the body. Then he squeezed it gently, and the heart turned into a mist of blood.
The vitality of this physical body was immediately cut off.
After doing all this, "Nanlong Hou" glanced at this place expressionlessly, then turned into a ball of black air and flew into the passage.
A moment later, he appeared at the bottom of the pool. After looking up at the unattended magic circles, a sneer appeared on his face and he flew directly to the surface of the pool.
After a cup of tea, the figure of "Nanlong Hou" appeared on a certain rocky mountain, floating more than a hundred feet above the mountain, looking around.
Flying so high, it naturally triggered the restrictions of Falling Demon Valley, and countless blood-red lightnings continued to fall from the sky, all aimed at this person.
However, these lightning bolts had not even come close to the front of "Nanlong Hou". They all suddenly swerved and dodged around a corner, leaving him as safe and sound as a mountain amid the numerous lightning and thunder.
After "Nanlong Hou" looked at the surrounding environment for a long time, he finally recognized the direction. He suddenly looked in a certain direction and narrowed his eyes slightly, and the silver light flickered in his eyes.
Suddenly, his body transformed into a streak of black energy, shot through the air, and soon disappeared without a trace in the horizon.
At this time, in the basin, Wei Wuya, the master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and others were fighting at the edge of the altar. They looked up at the almost endless stairs, their faces filled with wonder.
We should have arrived here a long time ago, but when we walked more than ten miles close to the altar, a large-scale restriction began to appear. This restriction must be broken to continue moving forward.
As a result of this delay, it naturally took most of the day for them to arrive at the altar.
Now that they were close, they could see clearly. Although the altar looked extremely majestic, it was unknown how long it had been built. Not only were the steps covered with all kinds of weeds, but some places had begun to deteriorate.
"Let's go! As long as we reach the top of the altar, we can find traces of Lingmiao Garden and find a way to enter. According to what the remnant soul said, the entrance to Lingmiao Garden is right here." The master of the Ghost Spirit Sect said carefully.
After looking carefully for a long time, he finally spoke and urged. Then he took a few steps forward and stepped onto the altar first.
But immediately the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect couldn't help but curse loudly, making the others startled.
"Everyone, be careful! There are other restrictions on this staircase. It seems that it is not easy to climb to the top of the altar." Looking at the almost invisible steps above, there is a ghost gate with yellow aura around it.
The door owner gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
When Wei Wuya heard this, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Although he didn't care about any restrictions, as a result, they had to drag themselves back when they reached the top of the altar. This made Wei Wuya feel helpless.
In fact, not only Wei Wuya, but other people's expressions were not much better either. After knowing the existence of Lingmiao Garden, these people had already focused on it and were impatient with the various restrictions that had recently appeared.
"Let's go!" Wang Tiangu sighed, and then stepped onto the stairs. A yellow light flashed nearby, and he suddenly felt his body sinking, and his shoulders suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds.
At this time, the rest of the people also stepped onto the stairs and encountered the same situation. Among them, Wei Wuya remained motionless, as if he didn't care. However, the three disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect who had formed pills were trembling.
After a few moments, his face turned pale.
The group of people slowly climbed to the top of the altar.
"Is this the Lingzhu Fruit?" Han Li was in an oasis covered by a ban. He looked at the green lake in front of him and murmured.
Outside the restriction is an endless earth-yellow color, a huge desert that is tens of thousands of miles wide.
"That's right, it's definitely this fruit. No matter the appearance or the mark it refers to, it's true!" Zi Ling stood about a few feet away from Han Li and said with a hint of excitement on his face, a pair of bright eyes.
Flashing, looking at the green lake ahead without blinking.
In the middle of the lake a hundred feet away in front of the two of them, there was a small patch of mud above the water, where a emerald green spiritual grass grew.
This grass is several feet tall and covered with thumb-sized oval leaves. At the highest point of the grass, there are four strange fruits growing alone.
These fruits are fiery red in color, thin at the top and wide at the bottom, with a faint red light shining at the top, just like a red candle lit on a candlestick, and exuding a strong medicinal fragrance.
Han Li was also sure that this thing was the Lingzhu Fruit. When Zi Ling said this, he just smiled slightly.
"I'll go over and pick this fruit right away. It will save you a long night and a lot of dreams." Zi Ling took a deep breath, turned her head, and suggested to Han Li.