After neatly killing Mu Qiu, the white-haired old man looked at Zuoqiu and Qin Tian again. With his thoughts, the tornado became more and more powerful. Smaller mountain peaks were swept over, shattered and disintegrated, and some rivers were
It rolled up and fell into a tornado like the Milky Way.
Soon!
Soon!
Feeling that the suction force of the tornado was becoming more and more terrifying, Qin Tian had no choice but to overload the prototype of the sword hun and encourage the sword intention to increase its speed. Fortunately, the sword intention was indeed a powerful weapon in increasing the speed. As soon as the suction force of the tornado was wrapped around him, he was taken advantage of.
Cutting it open gave Qin Tian more room.
Nine miles!
Five miles!
Three miles!
One mile!
There is still one mile away from the top of the mountain. Qin Tian has clearly seen the patterns on the teleportation stone gate and the imprints left by the years. Zuoqiu is closely behind him, the distance is no more than 150 meters. The three of them are two in front and one behind.
Race against death.
snort!
Several miles away, with the help of the tornado of thoughts, the white-haired old man easily sensed the three people. He slowed down the tornado of thoughts slightly, and then suddenly increased the speed. This slowdown seemed insignificant, even unnecessary, but it could have caused
The effect is extremely huge, just like fishing. If you hold on to the fishing line, the fish will be deadlocked with you. But if you loosen the fishing line and suddenly pull it up, the fish will be pulled instantly.
Come up.
The situation of Qin Tian and the others was similar to that of Yu'er. With the clever use of the white-haired old man, their feet actually lifted off the ground and they retreated instead of moving forward.
"Heavenly Demon Mahamudra, annihilation!"
A black light flashed in Murong Qingcheng's eyes, and he turned around and struck out with a palm, eliminating a full 30% of his suction power.
The Demon Mahamudra Annihilation Style can annihilate all things, but not the will. Unfortunately, thoughts are not wills. Although thoughts are many times more powerful than wills, it is precisely because of this that they are no longer pure and traceable. Murong Qingcheng directly
After breaking up some of the thoughts and transforming them into pure will, the suction power will naturally be eliminated. Of course, it is also related to the distance being too far and the white-haired old man's extended thoughts are relatively weak. After all, the gap between the two is too big.
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With a slight movement on his body, Qin Tian seized the opportunity, ducked to the teleportation stone gate, and then led Murong Qingcheng into the teleportation whirlpool.
"You are dead. When you go to the outside world, I want you to die without a burial place." Zuoqiu gritted his teeth, threw two high-grade treasures, and shouted: "Explode!"
Boom!
The high-grade treasure did not explode, but the will belonging to Zuoqiu stored in it exploded. This explosion of will did not pose much threat at all, but the stalemate situation was imbalanced precisely because of this explosion of will. Zuoqiu was right.
One high-grade treasure is not enough at all. Two high-grade treasures can break the balance. The reason why the will can explode is because the high-grade treasure has the function of storing a little will. Otherwise, Wuhun will completely collapse if his own will is exploded.
, the dead cannot die again.
Whoosh!
Not caring about the two high-grade treasures, Zuoqiu's figure flashed away and disappeared into the teleportation stone door.
The tornado of thoughts dissipated, and the white-haired old man came over with a pale face. He reached out and grabbed the damaged high-grade treasure, with a livid face, "I don't believe that every outsider can pass the test of the Holy Land. If you can't,
Each of you will become a new stone statue."
The holy land is not the holy land of the saints, but the holy land on the first floor of the underground world. It is said that it is inextricably related to the holy land on the second floor of the underground world. A year ago, Saint Youxin was originally going to marry the second floor of the underground world.
At that time, she and the outsider young man left the Holy Land, causing the Bolan Saint Clan to lose face.
The Holy Land is very dangerous. If underground humans enter it, they will escape death. No, if a hundred people enter it, one may not survive. But what puzzles the underground humans is that outsiders have a much higher chance of surviving in the Holy Land. At least there have been cases where
Many examples.
How great the danger is, how great the benefit is. The Holy Land has existed since ancient times, and there are many secrets and treasures hidden in it. The Bolan Saint Clan will organize troops to enter the Holy Land every hundred years, and so will some of the surrounding Saint Clan. This time they also
In less than a hundred years, a white-haired old man would not dare to enter it alone.
"Great Elder, have they gone in?"
The three saint sons rushed over.
The white-haired old man said expressionlessly: "This matter is over, let's go back." No matter how unwilling he was, this operation had failed.
"They are lucky, but I don't know how long this good luck will last. Maybe next time we enter the Holy Land, we will see their statues."