Somewhere in the ancient bamboo forest, an old figure cursed angrily because he had just been at a disadvantage in a head-on physical strength competition and took two steps back than his opponent.
If someone is not far away from here, they will find that the aura of the old man at this moment is extremely majestic, even much more tyrannical than the geniuses from the three top forces.
Not far in front of the old man, there was also a fire-wood phantom with an extremely terrifying aura. The power emanating from it was much more powerful than those of the seventh-grade immortals.
The reason why this old man is so angry is because he is very good at physical strength, and now he has lost to a shadow of the same level. This is simply unbearable.
This powerful old man came to the Ancient Bamboo Forest not for the sake of Wood Extreme Fire, but for Yunxiao.
Ran Hao, who took the initiative to befriend Yun Xiao, was his secret arrangement.
But he didn't expect that coming to intercept Yun Xiao in the Ancient Bamboo Forest this time would lead to such an unexpected surprise. His focus now has shifted from killing Yun Xiao to collecting the Extreme Fire of Wood.
No matter how hateful Yunxiao is, it is not as alluring as a divine object like the Wood's Extreme Fire, not to mention that it is very possible to kill two birds with one stone, kill people and seize treasures at the same time, why not do it?
The man behind the scenes, who had great confidence, did not neglect too much after the end of the ancient war phantom. Unexpectedly, he accidentally fell into the big formation, and now he is still in this dilemma.
That powerful fire-wood phantom was not at all inferior to the old man in strength. He had been at a disadvantage in the few physical strength competitions just now. This was the real reason for his bad mood.
But with the shadow of fire and wood blocking the way, it was impossible for the old man to get rid of it, so he could only actively accept the challenge. In his opinion, this should be an important step to enter the ruins of the ancient battlefield.
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In the ancient bamboo forest, screams could be heard one after another.
At this moment, almost all the powerful fourth-level immortals, except Ran Hao who was protected by Yun Xiao, were dead. Some practitioners of the fifth-level immortals were also killed after persisting for a period of time.
Because they were far apart from each other, the surviving human cultivators only heard some vague screams, but did not discover anything deeper.
Those human cultivators who were bombarded by the phantoms of fire and wood were not directly burned into a pile of ashes like some low-level immortals before, but fell to the ground below.
Under these human corpses, countless green bamboo roots broke out of the ground, and then inserted into the bodies of those corpses, as if they were absorbing the power of blood from these corpses.
A series of red lines like blood vessels, using green bamboo rhizomes as the medium, flow rapidly towards a certain direction underground. Every time a human cultivator dies, the flow rate of these red lines will become a little faster.
Especially when a strong man of the sixth level of Immortal Lord was killed by a fire-wood shadow, it made the entire green bamboo forest feel excited.
The rich smell of blood permeates the core of the ancient bamboo forest, and some astonishing changes will occur at some point. And the existence in the dark obviously needs more human blood as nourishment to restore its strength.
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"Damn it, when will these ghosts disappear?"
Somewhere in the ancient bamboo forest, Qingzhu was once again blasted several steps away by the fire and wood shadow of the seventh-grade Immortal Lord. His face was distorted with anger. This was perhaps the most frustrating fight he had fought since he cultivated his spiritual wisdom.
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However, the lessons learned from Yun Xiao's killing of the fourth-grade Immortal Lord just now made Qingzhu understand that even if he killed the shadow of the seventh-grade Immortal Lord, another seventh-grade Immortal Lord would still appear and continue to attack him.
However, this endless battle consumed a lot of power in Qingzhu's body. He knew that if he continued like this, he might really be at the mercy of others.
"Soon!"
Just when Qingzhu asked this question, Yun Xiao suddenly said two words, attracting the eyes of Qingzhu and Ran Hao.
Yun Xiao was seen casually resisting the phantom of the sixth-grade Immortal Lord with powerful attack power, and at the same time, he had turned his gaze to the bottom of his feet and lightly pressed his right foot, as if he was sensing something.
"It should be almost consumed, right?"
With Yun Xiao's sensing ability, he can naturally sense the energy of those fire and wood shadows, which is not endless. After this period of fighting, these fire and wood shadows have also been greatly consumed.
Yun Xiao has been waiting for a critical point. If these phantoms are really created by Mu Zhihuo, there must be a limit. Otherwise, the one who will suffer the big loss in the end is probably Mu Zhihuo himself.
Others can't sense the strange movements under the ground, but Yun Xiao's soul power is so powerful that even if it's just some obscure sensing, he can guess some real things.
According to Yun Xiao's guess, the bloody aura underground was extremely strong, and it was probably the blood aura of the human cultivators who died in the ancient bamboo forest, which made him feel a faint sense of uneasiness.
"Could it be that the Extreme Fire of Wood wants to use these human bloodlines to restore its own strength?"
Thinking of this possibility, Yun Xiao's face turned a little ugly again.
Because he had seen the phantom in the previous battle with his own eyes. If the Wood Extreme Fire was really restored to the level of a first-grade God Emperor, then they should go to bed early.
This may be the biggest conspiracy hidden under the ancient bamboo formation. During this period of time, an unprecedented number of human cultivators have come to the ancient bamboo forest. How effective can these powerful bloodline powers be?
Bang!
The thoughts in Yun Xiao's mind were spinning, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all. When he struck another blow with the phantom of the sixth-grade Immortal Lord, his eyes froze.
"Disappeared?"
It turned out that under Yun Xiao's punch, the phantom of the sixth-grade Immortal Lord, who was knocked back several steps, swayed for a while and finally dissipated, as if it had never appeared in the ancient bamboo forest.
Phew! Phew!
At the same time, the two fire and wood phantoms fighting against Ran Hao's green bamboo also exploded into a breath of energy, but this breath of energy did not dissipate, but returned to the green bamboo.
Yun Xiao clearly sensed it, or he deliberately sensed it. The phantom energy that returned to the green bamboo branches fell directly to the ground along the green bamboo trunks, and dispersed into countless roots. Finally,
Disappeared.
"You really don't want to waste a single cent!"
Yun Xiao, who sensed this, was undoubtedly more confident about his guess just now.
At the same time, his heart became a little gloomy again, because he didn't know how much strength the extreme fire of wood would regain?
As the shadows on Yunxiao's side dissipated, the shadows in the entire ancient bamboo forest also dissipated. This made the cultivators who were on the verge of life and death breathe a huge sigh of relief.
However, they can all imagine that with the appearance of three consecutive murderous formations, there is no longer any low-level immortal cultivator, or even a fourth-level immortal cultivator, left in this ancient bamboo forest.
Among the remaining cultivators, apart from Ran Hao, who is extremely lucky, they are at least strong among the fifth-grade immortals, and even the best among the fifth-grade immortals.
Even the sixth-grade Immortal Lords had several deaths at the hands of those previous phantoms. It was like a big brush stained with blood, brushing all those people who did not know their own abilities into hell.
Xu Liang and Cao Xiwen, who were originally confident, no longer had the same arrogance as before. The shadow of the seventh-grade Immortal Lord also caused great trouble for them.
Therefore, the geniuses of these three top forces are all extremely wary.
Because they are not sure whether something that poses a fatal threat to them will appear again in this ancient bamboo forest formation.
Hua Hua Hua...
Just as the cultivators in various parts of the ancient bamboo forest were breathing heavily, guarding against possible dangers, the entire ancient bamboo forest was blown by the breeze, causing the bamboo branches to sway and make a special sound.
A super genius like Xu Liangyi immediately sealed his ears with a solemn expression, fearing that it was a different kind of sonic attack that might even affect his soul.
However, the sound of these swaying bamboo forests was actually not offensive at all. Under the solemn and alert expressions of the cultivators, the entire ancient bamboo forest underwent great changes.
The green bamboos in front of each cultivator were suddenly separated quietly under the rustling of bamboo leaves. After a moment, a path several feet wide appeared in front of them.
This weird path stretches toward the depths of the ancient bamboo forest, with no end in sight. Since most of the sky is blocked, it looks a little lifeless.
"This is... Huangquan Road?"
One of the fifth-level immortal cultivators who was lucky enough to survive couldn't help but shudder when he looked at the ghostly path.
The first thing that appeared in his mind was the legendary road to the underworld that people only walk after death.
None of the cultivators, including the geniuses of the three top forces, or Yun Xiao, set foot on that path for the first time.
After the previous events, they had a natural fear of this ancient bamboo forest.
Who knows if it is a real road to hell. If you step into it, the world will spin and you will be lost in this ancient bamboo forest. I am afraid it will be even more unacceptable than the previous tragic battle.
Buzz!
And just when everyone was cowering, a majestic and somewhat familiar energy wave suddenly came from the other direction of the deep path, making them all think deeply.
"This is... the breath of extreme fire of wood?"
Zhao Songbai, who had been following Xu Liangyi, couldn't help but exclaimed.
He was no stranger to that aura now. It was the divine object that his uncle had dreamed of.
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