The Original Seeker

However, the answer to Wei Wuya was a pink tentacle protruding from the black door.

The tentacles, thicker than thighs, slammed into the crowd like a siege hammer.

It's just that none of the people present are the easy generations. As early as the tentacles hit, they were scattered into the sky, and their bodies glowed with aura of body protection of various colors.

The second root.

The third root.

...

Countless tentacles rushed to get out from behind the door, squeezing the door that was burning with black flames completely twisted and deformed.

That is the enemy of all living beings.

This concept appeared in the minds of all monks for no reason.

In just a few breaths, the gate, which was originally only as high as one person, was squeezed into a passage that was enough for ten people to pass side by side.

"kill!"

"It must be eliminated before that monster comes out!"

"Catch the thief first, capture the king, let's kill the source of this monster!"

"..."

The huge pressure from behind the black gate made them unable to calm down and watch the changes.

Whether you can play or not, you have to shoot first!

Between the electric light and the flint, more than 20 cultivators of the **** of transformation have completed the division of labor.

They were divided into two teams, one team was ready to aim at the monster behind the black gate with the powerful Daoshu, and the other team slammed into the white ink on the ground like an arrow from the string.

Bai Mo slowly opened his eyes, and with mixed eyes of black, white and silver, he glanced at the black door, and then at the white door.

Then a white ink came out of the white gate.

It's just that compared to the other Bai Mo, the expression on this Bai Mo's face looks more cold and ruthless.

Bai Mo came out from behind the door without saying a word, gently raised his right hand, and a luminous crystal wall instantly formed in the void, blocking the team of the cultivators who attacked the tricolor pupil Bai Mo.

"The mere vulture trick wants to stop me from waiting?!" Everyone cast a spell at will, and then broke the crystal wall in front of them, and the scattered fragments fell to the ground.

"True Monarch Xuhe, you come to see the fragments of this crystal wall?" Just as the others were preparing to attack again, the voice from the Grand Elder Ji Xuande of Yanghuo Palace attracted their attention.

"Aren't these just some spirit stone fragments, what's so interesting."

"They are all low-grade spirit stones."

"..."

"Wait, spirit stone fragments? That Taoist Bai actually uses spirit stone to do soil wall art?!"

"It's about 13,000 spirit stones."

How powerful the spiritual mind of the cultivator is, but within a few moments, he has already reversed the number of debris on the ground to deduced the "earth wall technique" that just intercepted himself, and how many spiritual stones were used to pile it up.

"Thirteen thousand spirits..."

More than 10,000 spiritual stones don't say that the cultivator of the gods, even the cultivator of the Nascent Soul, would not take it too seriously, but it is another matter to throw it out as a move if you don't take it seriously.

It feels like a billionaire, watching someone throw a stack of ten thousand dollars as a weapon, and then being taken backhand by himself to boil mung bean paste on fire.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom boom..."

"It's raining?"

"Or hail?"

When they were still wondering why the other party used such a prodigal and powerless trick, something seemed to fall from the sky, hitting the aura of everyone's body again and again.

The impact is very slight, for them no different from rain falling on their bodies.

Moreover, the foreign objects that hit the body protection aura were directly beaten to dust by the body protection aura.

"It's not hail."

"It's a spirit stone."

"Lingshiyu?!"

The pattering rain of spirit stones not only hit the cultivators who dealt with Baimo, but also the monks who had been holding big moves, preparing to give the black gate monster a ruthless mind, were also affected by this inexplicable spiritual stone. The rain was smashing to the point.

...

The rain is getting heavier.

From the initial drizzle to the current pouring rain, the fine and dense spiritual stones kept hitting the aura of everyone's body guards.

Of course, this wasn't even an attack, but what happened before him was so weird that they couldn't help slowing them down.

In every breath, there are hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones falling like rain.

"White Taoist?"

"Don't you want resources?" Bai Mo, who walked out of the white gate, said the first sentence in a slightly stiff voice since the battle.

"All to you."

With words, Lingshiyu rained even more.

"..."

Everyone is confused now.

One is the world-destroying monster who wants to put them to death, and the other is the great good man who madly throws spirit stones. Is this white Taoist person with one body and two souls?

There is no such thing as schizophrenia in Yuanyang Realm, but there are similar situations. Two or even multiple personalities share the same body. They call it one body with two souls or one body with multiple souls.

"There is also the last silver door, what's behind it? Is it his third soul?" Wei Wuya had such a conjecture after a little analogy.

Compared with the first two doors, one evil and the other cold, the silver door, which has never reacted, exudes an inexplicable kindness.

"But the three corpses?" Wei Wuya suddenly remembered a collection of essays he had read many years ago ~www.readwn.com~. There was a description of the practice of the fairy beheading the three corpses.

It's a pity that there are no real immortals in Yuanyang Realm, and the authenticity of the cultivation method of slashing the three corpses cannot be verified.

...

The mighty Lingshi rain has never stopped.

"It's close to 300 million spirits..."

With 300 million lower-grade spirit stones, the net worth of the ordinary God Transformation True Monarch does not necessarily have that much.

However, many high-level treasures are difficult to use ordinary spirit stones to calculate the price, so the things in the hands of the gods are actually not easy to value, but anyway, these spirit stones are a lot for a big god. A very impressive number.

All present were high-ranking cultivators from the Yuan Ying Huashen, and they were all figures who needed more faces. Even if there were more low-rank spirit stones, they couldn't pull that face down for a while, and they would collect the low-grade spirit stones piled into mountains like they were broken In the bag.

After waiting for these chores, my own low-level disciples will complete them.

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

A violent thought turned into a nearly substantive wave of mental attacks, sweeping towards the cultivators who were suspended in the air, still receiving the baptism of the spirit stone rain.

When they noticed this thought, they came back to their senses. There was also a monster exuding the true meaning of infinite destruction...

No, it's not one anymore. During the half-tea time when their attention was temporarily attracted by Lingshiyu, there were already ten-headed tentacle monsters quietly crawling out from behind the "door".

These monsters have dozens of tentacles with their own sickles all over their bodies, and there is only a big mouth of blood on the top of their heads.

If there are old people in the empire who have experienced the moon age, it is hard to say that they can still remember their existence.

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