Chapter six hundred and sixty, ask the wishful bottle
It is naturally an exciting thing to finally see the holy land.
But people are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless?
Too many people died, which made many monks feel heavy, especially those who were exploring the way forward were almost killed or injured, with less than twenty people left.
Among these less than twenty people, they are basically lucky enough to survive.
It has nothing to do with strength.
No matter how high your strength is, you will die if you choose the wrong route.
Even if a monk who stays firmly behind and does not have to take risks, he may not have any fluctuations in his heart at this moment.
Of course, the little god Qin Zhao seems to be fluctuating.
His eyes were cold and calm, and he kept staring at the fairy bridge. Everyone did not see any greed expression, but his expression was clearly full of greed.
When we arrived here, everyone couldn't help but subconsciously disperse.
Because everyone knew that their alliance had actually died in name only.
The distance from tearing the skin is actually just a thin layer of window paper.
As long as something treasure appears.
It will definitely collapse completely.
"The holy land is right in front of you. Friends, please do whatever you want." Qin Zhao actually said this first.
Everyone was stunned.
Don’t the little god want to fight?
No, he must have had any conspiracy.
Everyone immediately became alert.
For a moment, no one dared to approach the Immortal Palace first.
"Why, no fellow Taoist wants to see the beauty of the holy land?" Qin Zhao asked back.
The holy land in front of us is grand and magnificent, mysterious, and wisps of holy power permeate, isolating the great way and the law, as if a brand new rule has been formulated.
But in front of such a trembling grandeur, they chose to remain silent.
Finally, a monk took the lead in action.
He was a young monk with a strong name, named Lu Yejun, who also came from a big family and relied on his own outstanding strength to find clues to the holy land.
He has been waiting behind him, and now he is naturally unwilling to wait.
"Since everyone is so humble, let me enter the Immortal Palace first." Lu Yejun's face showed an unpredictable smile.
Everyone looked at Lu Yejun one after another.
Isn't this person afraid of traps?
No one stipulates that there will be no danger in the immortal palace left by immortals.
Besides, some things are probably not arranged on purpose, and monks at low levels are not qualified to touch them.
It's like this sea of stars.
It's not a bad place at all.
But for them, it is too dangerous.
So everyone looked at Lu Yejun, but no one expressed any opinions, just wanted to see what he would do and what would become after he did it.
Lu Yejun couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Everyone wants to reap the benefits of the fisherman, so just eat dirt behind me.
He pinched the magic trick and sacrificed a small jade bottle. The jade bottle was extremely mysterious and emitted a clear warm light. The moment the jade bottle appeared, even the great way couldn't help but tremble.
The jade bottle was suspended above Lu Yejun's head, rising and falling in a misty spiritual energy. The mouth of the bottle was facing down, as if it had the divine power of swallowing the sky and devouring the moon, emitting powerful energy.
Lu Yejun strode towards the Immortal Palace with a jade bottle on his head, and he was as fearless as a god of war.
"Ask Ruyi Bottle!" Everyone was shocked.
This is the Lu family's treasure.
It is a real Tongtian Spiritual Treasure.
It is said that it can disrupt the great way of heaven and earth, and countless changes will be generated according to the user's intentions, which can activate to the extreme, and can swallow the sun, moon, stars, and destroy the vast mountains and rivers.
Although the true power is not considered powerful among the Tongtian Spirit Treasure, after all, it is the Tongtian Spirit Treasure, and the meaning it represents is completely different.
Who would have thought that Lu Yejun, who had never been revealed, would bring out the treasures heired from his family.
Although he could not fully urge the power of the Ruyi Bottle, it was enough to be the leader among his peers.
Even the little god Qin Zhao frowned.
It will be too much trouble to deal with such monks.
Because no matter what force it is, this kind of treasure will not be assured to be brought out by a junior. What if it is lost or robbed?
The Qiyin Sect is a lesson. The treasure of the sect was lost. Not only did it greatly reduce its strength, but it was also ridiculed for many years.
So no one would have thought that the Tongtian Spirit Treasure would appear.
Lu Yejun walked towards the Immortal Palace, extremely powerful, looked down on the heroes, and strode towards the gate of the Immortal Palace.
One foot stepped out, and a rich golden holy light shrouded in it.
It seems like it is going to cover the entire world.
Everyone used their means to block the light, but even so, they still couldn't see clearly what was going on.
But soon, the golden light became cool.
Everyone saw that Lu Yejun had already walked into the Immortal Palace, but his brows were frowning tightly: "Hmm? Nothing happened, there was no danger?"
Yes, there is no danger at all.
This made him look a little stunned when he sacrificed the Tongtian Spiritual Treasure.
Everyone also discovered at the first time that nothing happened.
They no longer hesitated and rushed over with their means. The rich holy lights rose and fell one after another. Although they were constantly rippling, they did not bring any harm.
On the contrary, everyone seemed to have been baptized, their souls were clear, and their inner distractions were eliminated one after another. They were completely reborn and reborn.
Everyone did not expect that they could enter the Immortal Palace so easily.
Is all the danger over?
Is it time to harvest next?
The Immortal Palace was filled with rich light that everyone could not see through, but there was a mysterious immortal light sign pointing in a certain direction.
Everyone was moving forward involuntarily.
On both sides of the Taoist Mark are magnificent sculptures, not only the human race, but also the demon race, the living race, and even the ghosts and monsters. They are lifelike, and even the dead objects show a trembling power.
It is obvious that these statues must be carved with all the most powerful terrifying creatures.
Finally, everyone came to a place that seemed like a gate again.
This door is very mysterious. It seems to be a special door condensed by the power of space, with strange fluctuations, but the huge holy power it reveals makes people feel numb.
This must have been deliberately left by the saint.
Just don't know what it is.
"I'll go first." Lu Yejun took the lead, rushed into the rushing bottle with a terrible chaotic aura, as if he wanted to isolate the holy power.
But just as he approached, he felt the huge holy power pressing heavily on him.
"Open!" Lu Yejun immediately pinched the special method and drove the Wendao Ruyi Bottle. The mouth of the bottle was facing down, and the vast divine power surged out to resist the holy power.
boom!
The Immortal Palace shook, as if it was irritated.
The power of the entire world seemed to be condensed and suppressed heavily.
boom!
boom!
Everyone's faces changed drastically and they all dispersed.
Such a collision of power is not something that ordinary monks can approach.
Lu Yejun's pupils suddenly shrank, his body shook wildly, and then he sprayed a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backwards as if he was about to be torn apart, and his soul was densely filled with cracks.
Asked the Ruyi Bottle actually trembled in fear at this moment, then trembled for a while, and slowly shattered and dissipated.