For countless years, as long as you reach the realm of soul fusion, you can reach the inner mountain to obtain the best soul gathering liquid.
Although every time I arrive, I have to withstand unparalleled pressure, but it is never as powerful as this time.
Now, nearly a thousand powerful monks who have reached the fifth level of transformation have been marching for several days in order to get close to the foot of the mountain.
Behind Huo Lingzi, the monk Mu Xianyuan looked at the mountains with constant pressure and asked the doubts in the hearts of all the monks: "Ancestor Huoyun, when our four gatekeepers came last hundred years, the pressure here was not as strong as it is now.
One percent, what’s going on?”
Huo Lingzi Diandian, he always likes others to call him Huo Yun Patriarch, but he not only likes the word Huo Lingzi.
These junior figures naturally also know his preferences, so except for Tianjizi and others, they are all called Ancestor Huoyun.
He looked at the towering mountains, looked back at the black mass of monks, and said loudly: "You are the strongest monks selected by various sects. I believe it is not the first time to enter the second floor of Tongtian Pillar, and it is not the first time for this inner mountain.
times to enter.”
Having said this, he paused slightly and scanned the crowd.
The monks nodded, feeling a little tearful at the changes in the mountain.
"Crossing this mountain is the blood plain of Fangyuan, which is a thousand miles away." Huo Lingzi continued: "I believe that you must have seen the people of the blood plain. However, I don't know if you have seen it in the center of the blood plain.
There is a huge tower.”
"All the pressure here comes from the tower. Now we can't resist the pressure here, so there is no need to go to the Blood Plains. Because the pressure in the Blood Plains is hundreds of times stronger than here.
.Even a hundred years ago, when the pressure was not strong, I could not get close to the 100-foot radius of the Blood Tower."
Hearing this, nearly a thousand monks were horrified.
They know best about Huo Lingzi's cultivation.
Now, if Huo Lingzi hadn't opened the way ahead, everyone would have been afraid that they wouldn't be able to approach the inner mountain that had been here many times before.
Seeing the horrified expressions of the monks, Huo Lingzi smiled disdainfully and said: "No matter how strong the pressure is, what we monks are fighting for today is the chance to survive. And this chance is in the Blood Tower. Even if we risk our lives,
, we must also step into the blood plain and destroy the blood tower."
As soon as these words came out, all the monks' blood boiled with excitement. They all clenched their fists tightly and stared at the sky angrily.
Soul flag!
Two words weighing more than ten thousand kilograms weighed heavily on them.
Who wants to live in a magic weapon?
Who is willing to be someone else's puppet?
Who is willing to cultivate for a lifetime, but only to make wedding clothes for others?
I hope I can control my destiny!
It is precisely because of this that they have to fight and break free from the shackles of fate.
Even if it means destruction, even if it means never being reincarnated, I don't want to continue to sink.
However, the answer is never unique.
Among the people of the world, there are always some people who are inferior to pigs and dogs.
They sold their personality, sold their souls, sold their dignity, sold...
What they do is nothing more than some material benefits, or they may be ethereal things.
Just like the people of Ling Sect, just like the people of Tianmo Sect...
Huo Ling glanced at the excited crowd, raised his head, glared at the sky, and shouted: "Break through the inner mountain."
After saying that, with a movement of the magic formula in his hand, a stream of spiritual power roared out, and a hissing sound merged into the illusory fire dragon opening the way.
groan,
The roar of the dragon sounded, and the illusory fire dragon solidified a little, surged forward, and galloped forward.
The fire dragon clears the way and the pressure is reduced.
The four Heavenly Secret Gate guardians mobilized their spiritual power with all their strength to continuously strengthen the huge defensive shield in the void.
All the monks showed determination on their faces and urged them forward.
"Red-haired ghost, long time no see!" Suddenly, a roar came from Neibei Mountain.
Two figures passed through the air and were within a hundred feet of Huo Lingzi and the others in an instant.
"Devil, you are looking for death," Huo Lingzi was furious, his red hair moving without wind, and he was so majestic.
For him, what he hates most in his life is that others call him a red-haired ghost.
Many years ago, when he sensed that the ancient world was extraordinary, he walked around. When the monks saw his red hair and his advanced cultivation, they called him a red-haired ghost.
However, for many years, he hated these three words the most. Therefore, almost everyone who screamed like this was killed by him.
Gradually, in the ancient world, there are very few people who dare to call it this way.
He who dared to shout like this now, just by listening to the sound, he knew that the person coming was none other than the leader of the Demon Sect, Helian Hengyue.
"Haha, it seems that the temper of the red-haired ghost cannot be changed," Helian Hengyue stood in the void with his sword, his robes were slicking, and his face was extremely delicate.
At first glance, he looks handsome, a little bit like a boy or a girl.
However, in the ancient world, absolutely no one would dare to underestimate this harmless-looking face.
"Yes, he really is a red-haired ghost," the man next to Helian Hengyue said gloomily.
"Big Longshu?" Huo Lingzi's eyes were red, burning with anger. When he looked at the man with deer eyes and rat brain next to Helian Hengyue, a light flashed in his eyes.
"Is he the Long Shuda?"
"Look, this is the cunning, cunning, ungrateful, grave-robber and grave-digger rat."
"I heard that he dug countless graves in his life and owned many treasures."
Helian Hengyue laughed after hearing the discussion of the monks, turned to look at Long Shuda, and said: "Xiaoxiao, I didn't expect that you are more famous than me."
Long Shuda smiled sinisterly and said: "Hey, leader, even if you are famous, your reputation is equal to zero. You have to cultivate to a high level."
Helian Hengyue was slightly startled and did not say much.
He knew in his heart that the guy in front of him, who was hated by all the monks in the ancient world, seemed to have only the fifth level of incarnation, but he dug countless graves and stole many magic weapons, cultivation techniques, etc. There were even rumors that he had stolen
Ascend to the monk's tomb and obtain the supreme treasure.
With this treasure, I have defeated many monks who reached the tenth level of transformation.
However, rumors are rumors. Who is Helian Hengyue? He is the leader of the Demon Sect. How can he believe it?
Because he didn't believe it, he used the internal test as bait to fight against Long Shu.
It was precisely because of that fight that I got to see the huge treasure in the latter's hand.
From then on, I didn't dare to say a word in front of the latter.
Thoughts flashed through my mind, and I felt helpless towards this freak-like guy.
Turning his head to look at Huo Lingzi, he smiled lightly.
This smile made Baihua shy and Huo Lingzi got goosebumps all over.
Helian Hengyue smiled lightly and said leisurely: "I'm talking about red-haired ghosts. My master said that as long as you are willing to serve the master, you can cultivate in the ancient world forever in the future. After reaching the tenth level of the transformation body, the master will give you
The opportunity to leave can even help him settle down."
"Bah," Huo Lingzi roared, and the magic formula in his hand suddenly changed, and a flame roared out.
Helian Hengyue shook his head, waved one hand, and a golden light shot out from his fingertips.
In half a breath, a golden skull condensed in front of him.
Jie Jie,
The skull let out a red-eared laugh, opened its mouth wide, and easily swallowed up the flames offered by Huo Lingzi.
"This," Huo Lingzi's face changed drastically, and he was horrified in his heart.
Although the previous one-finger flame was fired randomly, there was also a trace of spiritual power mixed in it.
However, this finger of flame was easily swallowed up by the golden skull.
In the past, this would never have happened.
"Oh, red-haired ghost, you are too stubborn," Helian Hengyue shook her head and continued: "Do you know what level Anding is?"
Before Huo Lingzi could ask the question, Long Shu Shi, who was beside Helian Heng Yue, said first, "Red-haired Ghost, let your Master Shu tell you. My master said that the whole journey of cultivation begins with body refining, and then he settled down."
Cauldron. A truly strong person is one who can turn the immortality in his lower dantian into liquid and condense it into a cauldron."
Helian Hengyue glanced at Long Shuda. Although he was dissatisfied with him, he did not dare to say anything. Not only was this son a powerful weapon in his hand, but he was also appreciated by his master.
"Anding?" Huo Lingzi, as a powerful person in the ancient world, had reached the peak of the tenth level of body transformation many years ago.
Over the years, I have been forcibly suppressing it, not daring to break through, because I am afraid of ascending.
Now, when I suddenly heard the word Anding, I was shocked and at the same time, spiritual power suddenly flashed in my mind.
Suddenly, I understood how to take the path after incarnation.
However, due to the lack of cultivation techniques, it is impossible to implement Anding's theory.
Looking up at Helian and Hengyue, it was undeniable that the confidence in his heart was shaken.
"Anding? It turns out that there is still a realm after transformation."
"Haha, in that case, we don't need to ascend."
"Yes, if you don't ascend, you won't suffer."
"In this case, why are we looking for death? We might as well seek refuge in the Ling Sect and seek the art of An Ding."
While Huo Lingzi was thinking deeply, the nearly a thousand monks behind him were already boiling.
For them, the reason why they followed Huo Lingzi and others was just to seek a better way to survive.
Find a way not to be someone else's puppet, find a way not to be someone else's wedding dress.
But now, all this is before our eyes.
The crowd was boiling, and within a few breaths, several monks began to stop their spells and loudly said: "I am willing to be loyal to the master."
"Hey, he who knows the current affairs is a hero," Helian Hengyue laughed loudly. What he wanted was to capture everyone without even using a single soldier.
He stopped laughing, glanced at the other cultivators who were still wandering, and continued: "As long as you are loyal to your master, your future cultivation will be limitless."
"Devil, please stop deceiving people's minds. We monks are afraid of death. How can we become puppets like you." The wavering in Huo Lingzi's mind was suppressed in an instant, and he roared, and the techniques in his hands changed rapidly.
Yin, the fire dragon that opened the way let out a shocking dragon roar, soared into the sky, and rushed straight towards Helian Hengyue.
"Humph, in the Tongtian Pillar, the master has activated the God-eating Formation. Without the jade talisman given by the master to protect him, he cannot exert the power of the soul at all. You fire dragon, I will break it for you." Helian Hengyue's delicate face changed.
Leng, his hands changed and pointed directly at the golden skull.
The skull quickly grew in size amid a burst of strange laughter, reaching a size of dozens of feet in half a breath.
A giant skull lies across the sky, its golden mouth wide open, and the golden light it shoots out is like golden thunder and lightning falling from the sky.