Fu Canglu

Chapter 427

Hiding in the immortal stele?
His Royal Highness frowned, looked at Ye Shisan, and saw a solemn look on the tread, without the slightest hint of mischief.

This Nanhai senior brother, although he was on the road of stealing heaven on the way of cultivation, Liang Liang secretly ridiculed him as a "fake saint", but he was really not sneaky, he could not be regarded as upright and frank, but even if he was a thief Dao is merciless and upright.

There is nothing intriguing about this sentence, either.

Ye Shisan held his chest in some pain, and said dully: "I know what you are worried about. The gate of the immortal tablet before Zhong Er, the people who lured in the Jianghu people said that they would surely die, but inside the immortal tablet , good fortune and chance coexist, even the master can't spy on it, so how can he say anything?"

He slowly shook off a blue slender jade tablet from the skirt of his clothes, "This jade tablet is a bit of vitality I collected when you stepped into the fairy island. Those who were reckless in the rivers and lakes and entered the door, none of them died now, and their lives were broken and dissipated, all of them died at the hands of others when they entered the door to fight for good fortune."

Ye Shisan crushed the long sapphire tablet, and the space in front of him trembled in an instant, and a long and narrow crack appeared beside him. On the altar, the ancient aura of the immortal stele seeped out of the crack like a dark wind, still carrying a rich The meaning of good fortune, but now it seems that it is no longer as attractive as before, but it makes people feel frightened and dare not set foot.

Ye Shisan looked at the Qi, Liang, Northern Wei, and Xiguan camps who were still indifferent, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "I know that this accident was caused by Nanhai's fault first, and I am afraid that you will not believe what Ye said at this moment. Now that the wasteland is changing and the devil is recovering, Ye Shisan is willing to stay here with you, if you really can't think of a better countermeasure, then consider hiding in the immortal stele to save your life."

His Highness was thoughtful, looking at the mountains in the distance, one after another bloody rain fell on the mountains of different sizes, and his blood soared into the sky in an instant.

The closest to this mountain is a demon cultivator who was at most a master in his lifetime. In ancient times, he could barely be called a demon head. Standing up, regardless of the broken body, the soles of the feet stepped on the top of the mountain, and the whole body rose up from the ground, turning into a blood-colored rainbow, and rode extremely bravely in the lead.

Before His Royal Highness could make a move, Dong Jun, who had been standing on the top of the hill looking out, looked calm. At this moment, he slowly pointed out his finger, and he didn't even use the Chunlei Qin, the relic left by Mr. Qin.

A wave of distortion suddenly exploded
The blood-colored Changhong collapsed in an instant, even if it was exploded by Dong Jun, half of the body still fell down, and fell hard on the altar. It was extremely resilient, and jumped high again like a spring. After the blood light collapsed , revealing a distorted and ferocious face, the lower body has been crushed by Dongjun's "sonic boom", and the upper body is left with two arms, teeth and claws, and after jumping up, it will smash into the Xiguan camp, a piece of corrosion that fell from the sky He spat out scarlet corpse liquid and bit the sleeve of a ninth-rank general in Xiguan.

Dong Jun frowned. The speed of this figure's attack was too fast. He never thought that even if half of his body was crushed by his own sonic boom, he still had the remaining vitality to make a bite movement.

The reaction speed of that Xiguan general was extremely fast, the sword came out of its sheath with the vibration of vitality, and the head shattered directly, and the moment the blood rain was about to splatter, a slender object lay across in front of him extremely quickly.

General Xiguan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Every drop of the corpse blood that dripped on his arm penetrated into the arm bone, scalding so fiercely that his soul almost split apart. Even the man from Xiguan couldn't bear such a heart-rending pain.

Fortunately, the slender thing lying in front of him blocked the rain of blood on his cheek.

Ren Pingsheng's expression was indifferent, and the sword energy came faster than his favorite general of the Xiguan Barrier. He chopped off the head in mid-air, and shattered it to almost "nothingness". The sword energy gathered the blood of the corpse, and instantly Like wearing a big sleeve, he ruthlessly threw the blood stream as thick as a thumb out of the hill.

Not only that, after the Nine Hate Sword Qi circled the beam for a week, it directly cut off one arm of his favorite general from the shoulder to the shoulder without any hesitation.

With a slap, the arm fell to the ground, and hot breath splashed and boiled on the ground.

General Xiguan, who had lost an arm, knelt down hard on the ground. The acupoint where the broken arm was sealed was sealed by sword energy. He tried his best to tear off a piece of cloth to wrap the wound, and large chunks of blood surged up, staining the broken arm red.

Sweat dripped down his forehead like a shower, and his cheeks were bloodless. Jiang Qingyi gently held his powerless body, and finally lay down slowly on his side, gritted his teeth and glanced at his "alive and lively" body at the moment. The whole arm was in pain.

The Xiguan general closed his eyes for a while, and after a while, he felt more relieved.

The pain of a broken arm was actually a little easier than the heart-wrenching pain.

"It's a life saved."

Ren Pingsheng's expression was indifferent, he took a step forward, stepped on the scarlet arm that was still bouncing around, and said coldly: "In a moment at night, the whole person will be thrown out of the mountain."

General Xiguan looked pale and watched as Ren Pingsheng kicked his arm away, but there was no sword in the air. Countless sword qi dismembered that arm and threw the blood rain in the same way.

"The demon just now doesn't seem to have any intelligence at all." Dong Jun frowned: "If you have a cultivation base that is as high as the sky, it is considered a ninth rank. It should be that you have fallen so badly that you shouldn't be afraid, but your vitality is too tenacious. The remaining half of the body has to be bitten."

His Highness narrowed his eyes, but did not answer.

Xi Yao lazily walked towards the extreme corner of the hill, and stood side by side with Dong Jun.

After Qingshi and Ye Shisan were injured, they were the only monsters and masters present.

Xi Yao watched from a distance, casually watching the blood energy rushing up from the ground one after another, and said softly, "Are you afraid? The little devil of this level just now was the first one, but it will never be the last." One. There will be riots in the whole wasteland in the future. There are countless monsters like this. You have no Void Flame, and the sound path cannot restrain the magic path. Even if there is evil erosion, it is absolutely impossible to get away, and when a few more old devils in the realm of masters come, this piece of spring thunder will be completely buried in the barren land."

Dongjun didn't nod or shake his head.

He just looked at the tallest magic mountain.

In his opinion, these little devils are nothing to be afraid of. He has the ability to cross the wilderness. Even those big devils can't stop him from escaping after they have really figured out the means of attack.

It's just that the blood on that magic mountain is starting to move around now.

A truly majestic blood.

With a disgusting aura, even if you take a look at it, you will feel disgusted in your heart.

The ancient big devil.

I don't know how many murders have been made, how many souls have been eaten, and how many white bones have made the throne, to achieve this state.

"I thought that cultivating demons was just a means."

Dong Jun sighed softly: "Mo Dao is really a derogatory term."

Xi Yao added: "That was in the past."

She slightly turned her head and looked in the direction of the little highness: "Nowadays, cultivating demons is just another shortcut for those who cannot cultivate. The mountain master of the Holy Island is the biggest demon today. , but I prefer to come to the Central Plains and sell masks in crowded places to amuse children."

The corners of Liang Liang's mouth curled up slightly.

Dong Jun didn't understand why the master of the Western Regions would speak for the Demon Dao, he frowned, and suddenly saw the woman beside him raising her arms, and two beams of light that were much stronger than his previous aura burst out in the distance.

Like the sun bursting.

Liang Liang restrained his expression, raised his arms, and clenched his five fingers together. The two pillars of blood rushing in from a distance were directly pinched and exploded by him with "virtual flames" from a very long distance, and burned into nothingness.

"These monsters are actually not a problem."

Liang Liang's voice was calm.

"Come one and I'll kill one, come a pair and I'll kill the other."

"I can even kill all the big and small demons in this wasteland by myself."

She raised her eyebrows and pointed to the tallest mountain in the distance.

That is the highest magic mountain, and the blood rain clouds have been brewing for a long time.

Relying on Xuyan and "Shan Hai Jing", Xi Yao can kill wantonly in the wilderness. Even if he meets the devil at the peak of the master realm, he at least has the power to protect himself.

But anyone can see the difference in the tallest magic mountain.

The second highest magic mountain is extremely evil. Before the devil is born, there is already a cloud of blood congealing, and the vision of heaven and earth is born.

And the Great Demon Mountain, which can be compared to the final peak of the South China Sea, is more than a hundred times stronger than the previous one?
The little highness, who was also looking at the highest magic mountain, rubbed the center of his brows at this moment, and the scene deduced by the remnants of Yan Lu in his mind flowed back countless times.

"Houqing."

The princess uttered these two words in his ear.

Wei Lingshan frowned beautifully, there was such a vague image in the incomplete memory fragments in his mind.

She murmured: "The Yaozu seem to be afraid of him?"

Your Highness has heard of this great demon god who only appeared in ancient legends.

The few ancient scrolls enshrined in the holy island today, some of the lost exercises were passed down from Houqing.

It is said that this demon god practiced extremely weird skills and was proficient in heresy, especially refining corpses. He could be regarded as a different kind of manipulative puppet.

Refined into a puppet by Hou Qing, his spiritual wisdom has not diminished, and his cultivation has greatly increased, but he has fallen into the devil's way. After that, he will not enter reincarnation, neither life nor death, naturally immortal.

At this moment, Xi Yao's finger pointed in one direction.

On the magic mountain, in the direction of the mountainside.

Very far away.

Only people with excellent eyesight can clearly see what Xi Yao is pointing at.

His Highness's pupils contracted.

Scarlet blood envelops the Demon Mountain, and at the belly of the mountain, there is a tiny figure struggling to climb up under great pressure.

It was a figure shrouded in a black robe. The reason why it was called "difficult" was because its climbing posture was extremely weird.

Instead of climbing the mountain, he turned his back on the mountain and faced the direction of His Royal Highness.

A painted mask is revealed.

He is like a puppet master being carried on his back. On the high mountain behind him, there are three strange figures climbing the mountain at an extremely fast speed. They are more like puppets under control. They move in unison with each other. Leaping up, dropping your finger and then smashing it down, it is considered to have climbed a certain distance, constantly reciprocating, and constantly climbing.

He turned his back to the Magic Mountain and faced His Royal Highness.

On the bumpy road, the green ghost's fangs on the painted mask grew wildly, and his expression gradually changed.

Show a bright smile.

(End of this chapter)