Although the strength of the monks in the ghost world has skyrocketed, it will still take some time to break through the precious light of the magic medicine White Lotus.
Hua Jieyu was about to refine the magic medicine White Lotus. At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, and the words were clear.
"All the monks in the ghost world are like you, are they so promising?"
I saw a monk in white clothes who had arrived in front of the dark lake of filthy divine blood and said calmly towards the back of the ghost monk.
"It's him!"
After seeing the monk in white in the light of the magical medicine, Hua Jieyu's face showed surprise, and the action of refining the magical medicine stopped.
For some reason, Hua Jieyu felt that although the monk in white was from the Eight Realms, he was different from the people from the Eight Realms!
Moreover, Hua Jieyu had seen Zhang Yao's methods, and she had a vague feeling that since the monk in white had appeared, even if the monks from the ghost world could draw on the power of the filthy divine blood lake, they would still be no match for the monk in white.
Hearing the sarcastic words that suddenly came from behind, the ghost monk was shocked. Who on earth came to the lake of filthy divine blood quietly without arousing his alertness. If the person had just taken action, he would
The opponent will definitely be caught off guard!
The ghost realm monk paused, stepped on the black divine blood wave, and turned around slowly.
Although the monks from the ghost world are hidden in black robes, those green eyes cannot be hidden no matter what.
Green eyes stared at Zhang Yao, and the monks from the ghost world recognized Zhang Yao's origin at a glance, a man from the immortal world!
Before entering the Shangu battlefield, the ghost monks had seen the portraits of various sects and had some impression of the fairies of the eight sects of the immortal world. The monk in white was obviously not a fairy!
The reputation of Mo Yao, Li Daodao's direct disciple, is only famous in the immortal world. Not many people in other worlds know Zhang Yao and have seen Zhang Yao's appearance.
The ghostly monk's green eyes rolled around, and his spiritual consciousness spread out. After confirming that there was only Zhang Yao nearby, the ghostly monk showed a sneer on his face and said slowly: "Monk from the immortal world, hehe, you are so brave!
I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of scream you will make when your soul is swallowed up later?"
In ancient battlefields, people do not look at their status, but only based on their strength. If there is a treasure, fellow monks who usually respect and love each other may fight for their lives, not to mention that Zhang Yao and the ghost world monks belong to different worlds. Since Zhang Yao appeared,
When he was ridiculed and obstructed, the ghost monks became murderous towards Zhang Yao.
"Um...be careful. He is a monk from the ghost realm and can mobilize the power in this filthy lake of divine blood." When Hua Jieyu started to remind him, he wanted to call out the name of the monk in white, but after the words came out of his mouth, he couldn't.
Suddenly she realized that she didn't know the name of the monk in white at all.
Zhang Yao nodded towards the woman who was sitting cross-legged in the light of the magic medicine, thinking in his heart: "Although this woman is already in danger, she still reminds me that her character is not bad, and it is not in vain for me to save her."
Of course, saving the woman in purple is only one of the reasons why Zhang Yao showed up.
Zhang Yao had no intention of letting go of the ghost monks who were alone.
"Hehe... little lady, you are still worried about yourself. No one can save you today! As for him, he will become a dead person soon!" The monk from the ghost world turned his eyes upward, his nostrils turned to the sky, with an arrogant expression.
The divine blood in the filthy divine blood lake is vast and powerful. The monks in the ghost world feel stronger than ever before.
This feeling of overwhelming power brings unprecedented self-confidence to the monks in the ghost world.
The ghost monk was convinced that even if the fairies from various sects came here at this moment, they would not be his match, let alone an unknown monk from the immortal world.
"Really? Someone will indeed die soon, but it won't be me!" Zhang Yao said coldly.
That's it, no need to say more. The blood escape technique was used, and Zhang Yao appeared in front of the ghost monks in an instant, and it was at this time that Zhang Yao's words came from the place where he came from.
The two of them were so close, Zhang Yao showed no signs of making any move, and punched out, hitting the head of the ghost monk!
"What a fast speed!" The ghost monk was shocked, but then his face showed joy.
The lake of filthy divine blood cannot flow and is fixed here. If the white-clothed monks distance themselves, it will be difficult for the monks from the ghost realm to use the power of the lake of filthy divine blood to attack.
But the monk in white actually chose to get close!
The monk in white clothes is now completely on the lake of filthy divine blood. As long as he blocks the punch of the monk in white clothes, the monks in the ghost world will have a hundred ways to kill the monk in white clothes!
"Ghost hit the wall! Block me!" The monk from the ghost world roared, and the lake of filthy divine blood under his feet seemed to be boiling. The black divine blood surged up and instantly turned into a solid black blood wall blocking the way.
Between myself and the monk in white.
In the light of the magic medicine, Hua Jieyu saw this scene, her face changed, and she sighed in her heart, how could the monk in white be so reckless and rush into the lake of filthy divine blood!
The Filthy Divine Blood Lake is the home ground of monks from the ghost world!
In the lake of filthy divine blood, the monks in the ghost world are almost invincible. How can the white-clothed monks defeat them?
"The monk in white is about to die here. He showed up to save me. He died because of my involvement. It's a pity that I can't protect myself and may not have the chance to avenge him. Miracle medicine, miraculous medicine, if you mature earlier,
There wouldn't be the current crisis. No...it's my greed for the magic medicine that leads to the current crisis." Hua Jieyu sighed in her heart, but it's a pity that it's too late to realize that her greed is causing trouble.
"Haha, if there is a road to heaven, you won't take it, but if there is no door to hell, you have to break through it!" The monk from the ghost realm laughed wildly, as if he had a plan in mind.
The huge wall of blood blocked Hua Jieyu's sight, and also blocked the sight of the monks in the ghost world.
The other side of the bloody wall.
Zhang Yao's demeanor remained calm, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his attacking posture remained unchanged.
Just when the bloody wall was erected, the figure of a woman who was alluring to the city and the country suddenly appeared in Zhang Yaomei's heart.
The woman's figure is looming and beautiful. She is the first spiritual totem that Zhang Yao cultivated based on Li Nanjia's blueprint.
Powerful spiritual power surged out, communicating with the elements of heaven and earth, and the elements of thunder gathered together, condensing on Zhang Yao's fists and around his body.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yao stood in the sea of thunder, like a peerless thunder god who controlled the nine-day thunder!
The punched fist and arm have been completely swallowed up by the thunder, and now they have turned into a thunder spear. The thunder is swirling, the sun is strong, and the sharp edge is revealed, destroying all evil spirits in the world.
"puff!"
The thunder spear pierced the solid and solid wall of filthy divine blood, and a soft sound came from the void.
The solid and solid wall of divine blood was like paper, torn in half by the thunder spear, and fell to both sides. A monk in white rushed out from behind the broken blood wall.
Seeing the white-clothed monk tearing apart the wall of divine blood and bullying him in front of him, the ghost world monk's eyes widened, his mouth could fit a fist, and his face was full of horror.
He originally wanted to block the white-clothed monk's move, and then kill the white-clothed monk however he wanted.
But the monk from the ghost world didn't expect that he couldn't even block a move from the monk in white!
"I hate it!" the ghost monk yelled before he died.
If he could completely refine this lake of filthy divine blood, he would be able to enter the alchemy path in the future. Unfortunately, a white-clothed monk killed him halfway, causing his success to fail.
As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost monk's head was exploded by a punch, and his headless body sank into the lake of blood.