The Second Immortal Road

"Hmph, the vast upper realm, how can you be here!" The old zombie snapped at the **** clock, and suddenly a handful of three-color powder was spilled out and scattered with the wind.

After another shock, the dark green wooden sword fell out of the **** clock, and then was gently moved by the old zombie and grabbed it in his hand, his eyes full of joy.

After looking at it for a while, the old zombie would put the wooden sword in his storage bag as soon as he flipped his hand, but he flipped twice in a row without any effect. The dark green wooden sword was still held in the palm of his hand. Heart.

"I can't put it in the storage bag. It seems that this thing is more extraordinary than imagined. Forget it, let's talk about it when I go back!" The old zombie muttered to himself, then dropped it slightly, and the dark green wooden sword flew back again. In the **** clock.

But at this time, Bai Ni also leaned forward, and respectfully handed over the bowl of Heavenly Desolate Spirit Earth, untouched.

The old zombie did not refuse, turned his hands and put away the spiritual bowl and spiritual soil, and the mandala flowered the holy spirit's plan to make wedding dresses for him.

After packing everything up, the old zombie opened his mouth and swallowed the **** clock into his mouth, looking at a group of dumbfounded monks around with a smile but a smile, his eyes turned back and forth in front of everyone, and a trace of abuse flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know how far you intend to imprison the disciple of this sect!" The old zombie's eyes finally fell on Yiling, turning twice and staring at Han Ming's mutilated right palm.

"Guizong disciple? What is the fellow Taoist talking about, why Yuan Mou can't understand, when Yuan Mou imprisoned Guizong disciple, this little monk voluntarily worshipped Yuan Mou as his teacher, he is Yuan Mou's disciple!" He spoke with a sneer, and put one hand on Han Ming's shoulder as he spoke.

"Junior is indeed Senior Yuan's disciple!" Han Ming said intermittently. Anyone who looked at it knew that these words were controlled and spoken, not from Han Ming's original intention.

"Okay, that's the case, it's easy for you, Daoist Yuan, that kid of Taiyi Sect, it's your turn!" The old zombie sneered, and sat on the ground with his eyes closed and meditated.

Yi Ling didn't care about the coldness of the old zombie at all, smiled gently at Feng Qingyang, and looked at the dead corpse in the middle of the altar and the rest of the spiritual objects in the altar.

Feng Qingyang returned a friendly smile to Xi Ling, and then slowly stepped out, sitting crouched in front of the altar, opened his hands and took out a red-golden lotus flower, holding hands with all his strength to urge it to move.

As soon as Fang saw this red-golden lotus flower, Yi Ling couldn't help but whispered out softly, "Listen to Buddha Golden Lotus!" Then she looked at Feng Qingyang with weird eyes. At this time, the old zombie looked here with some surprises in his eyes. Although he could not recognize the origin of the golden lotus, he could naturally see that the golden lotus was extraordinary and should be some kind of secret device based on its insights.

"What is listening to Buddha Jinlian? Do you know it!" Han Ming asked Yiling silently through the blood soul card.

"The golden lotus of listening to the Buddha is a kind of secret treasure of Buddhism. It was the master skill of the mud bodhisattva of the seven radiances and eight sons. At that time, the mud bodhisattva was the first of the seven radiances and eight sons. The top five masters! The 9th grade listens to the Buddha's golden lotus to be strong and yang, and it does not invade all the ways, especially to restrain the Yin attribute powers such as the evil spirits and demons. It is a powerful secret treasure of Buddhism!" Yiling secretly told Han Ming cautiously Soundtrack.

"Although this golden lotus from Fengqingyang is not the 9th grade, it has already reached the 6th grade. It is very good and has good cultivation potential!" Yiling added.

Han Ming nodded silently, and continued to look at the scarlet golden lotus in Feng Qingyang's hand, wanting to see what kind of means the number one cultivator of the Netherbone Continent had, and whether it could shake the spiritual object on the stone table.

With the activation of Feng Qingyang, the red-gold lotus flower slowly unfolded, six petals with metallic luster slowly vibrated, and faint light from the Buddha was scattered, gathered at the lotus platform, condensed. A little man sitting cross-legged.

The little man Baoxiang sitting in the middle of the lotus platform is solemn, holding the magic pestle in one hand and a small bowl in the other. There is a special halo floating behind his head, just like the phantom of the Buddha manifesting in the world.

Gently raised his hand and listened to the Buddha's golden lotus slowly rising into the air, a strong golden flame was burning around, and suddenly disappeared in the original place with a red golden tail flame, rushing into the altar. .

I don’t know what the golden flame outside the Buddha Jinlian is. It actually competes with the surrounding corpse energy. It doesn’t retreat, and the two phases are consumed. Both are rapidly decay. Not long after, three strands of golden flame and one strand of corpse energy dissipate at the same time. .

From the time the treasure was collected to now, more than a dozen monks have started to collect the treasure, including the old zombies and the mandala flower holy spirit, but no one can actively destroy the black corpse energy. All are passively accepted. The erosion of corpse gas.

The Golden Lotus of Listening to Buddha was the first method to destroy a ray of corpse energy.

Seeing this scene, the old zombie stood up, and for the first time there was a look of surprise on his face. The corpse energy on the altar was burned and melted. It was unimaginable. At the same time, the other monks around also looked different. All the minds were concentrated on the golden lotus.

"Go!" Feng Qingyang pinched the seal in his hand, and the golden flames around the golden lotus of listening to Buddha flourished, pushing back the corpse qi that was blocked around it, and quickly approached the stone platform a hundred meters away, just a breath away. On the stage, during this period, the golden flame melted two more corpses.

When listening to the Buddha Golden Lotus cast a light of Buddha to cover the dead corpse, the vestments on the dead corpse and all the spiritual objects on the stone table were swept out, the many corpses on the altar seemed to be Being irritated, he shuddered slightly at the same time, and more than 70% of the corpse energy gathered.

** Ten strands of corpse energy gathered at the same time and surrounded the listening Buddha golden lotus. The number was nearly double that of the mandala flower holy spirit.

Although this golden lotus for listening to Buddha is a forbidden device re-refined from the remains of Fengyuan Liu from the Demon Pool, the golden flame in it is also the remnant fire of the 9th-rank golden lotus in ancient times, but after all, it is outnumbered by many corpses. Under the siege, it faded without a breath.

Six golden petals fell from the lotus platform, turning into a little golden aura and disappearing around the stone table, but without the petals blocking, the corpse qi surged onto the lotus platform, covering the golden little Buddha in the middle.

The corpse qi came to his body, and the little Buddha on the lotus platform turned into a ray of scarlet golden flame with a sound of "puff". Then the flame's end slightly swung, pulling the surrounding five corpse qi into it, and directly exploded.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang's face was instantly as gray as death, and his fists were clenched tightly together. Seeing its sorrow, it was no less than the grief of Nangong Wen when Bingnan Palace died in the cold, everything was beyond words.

The other monks of Taiyi School were also downcast, such as the mourning concubine, and their emotions fell to the extreme. The other Yuan Ying looked forward to this side, their faces were different, some frowned, some shook their heads, some sighed silently, of course this was only on the surface. , Except for themselves, no one knows what they think in their hearts.

Although this golden lotus for listening to Buddha dissipated, it also ruined nearly ten wisps of corpse energy!

The face of the old zombie in the distance was very ugly. He looked at Feng Qingyang coldly, and his killing intent was unconcealed. Although it is still impossible to completely conquer the corpse energy on the altar, it can only be refined in a century, but the old zombie He had already regarded these corpses as his own.

It is precisely because of these original corpse qi that it does not care about the temptation of the space node, and chooses to shoot the mandala flower, because it is confident that it has these corpse qi, it is enough to cultivate to the later stage, and soar on its own!

This one case of Feng Qingyang ruined nearly ten wisps of corpse energy, that is, ruined its future cultivation base, it is definitely an unforgivable sin!

The old zombie was angry, but he hadn't directly acted on Feng Qingyang. After all, there was an antelope beside him who was gazing at him, and he might join forces with Tai Yizong. In this case, the eight achievements of the plan to continue to obtain treasures would be lost.

If you can’t bear it, you’re going to make big plans. Don’t worry about it now. Let Tai Yizong continue to jump around. Even if you don’t have a chance to kill him now, if you leave the Land of Fallen Immortal, there are many chances that a golden corpse wants to kill a big monk. Laborious!

The old zombie let out a sigh of relief, sat back in his original position, and looked at Yiling. Now, except for the monk who appeared to be a ghost infant, everyone else has done it!

"Yuanmou said, I just came to watch, do you still need to take the treasure? If no one wants to take the treasure, then Yuanmou will go!" Yiling stretched out a palm fan-sized palm, holding Han Ming's neck The collar at the back, scanning the surroundings, hehe with a smile.

Everyone looked up, puzzled, they didn't believe in the words of Yiling, how could someone come here but didn't use any means to get the treasure, after all, the world of immortality grows and restrains each other, but it is not someone whose cultivation base is high. Bao's, before Feng Qingyang, Nangong Leng is an example, both of them shook the spiritual objects on the stone table.

A low cultivation base doesn't mean that treasures cannot be taken out. In case there is some way of not being monitored by the corpse qi, it is not known to come and go freely to collect treasures at will!

"None of you want to take treasure anymore? Then Yuanmou will not accompany him. If you leave, there will be a period of time later!" Yiling strode, pilgrimage to the bottom of the holy mountain.

Xi Ling really intends to leave here, which makes everyone even more puzzled.

The old zombie thought for a while, focused on Han Ming's right hand, then looked at the dead body behind the stone table in the distance, and snorted coldly: "Want to go? There are no doors, just stay with you!"

The old zombie spit out the corpse-driving bell and turned it into a **** clock, slamming it directly at the antelope, and started to make a disagreement.

"Yuanmou won't play with you anymore, there will be no time limit!" Yiling laughed twice, turned into a black light, and flew away under the pilgrimage mountain with Han Ming.

"Where to go!" The old zombie shook his arm, and two huge wings covered with golden hair spread out from behind, flapping continuously, and hurriedly chased the antelope.

The antelope and the old zombie turned into two escapes: one black and one gold, chasing and fleeing at an unattainable speed in the primordial infant stage, disappearing in the square on the top of the mountain, and disappeared completely in the eyes of everyone before long.

Bai Ni looked at the ten Nascent Souls around him, was stunned for a moment, did not even think about it, and chased the old zombie aura down the holy mountain. None of the Nascent Souls cultivators present did anything to him, neither Dare, after all, the old zombie just left, maybe it will be back in a quarter of an hour.

"It's scattered, the treasure is in front, and it's impossible to see it. It's better to take advantage of the last time to collect some spiritual objects. Concubine is no longer here to accompany you to waste time!" The nameless sister of Xiling giggled and floated. Pilgrimage to the bottom of the holy mountain.

"Wei won't stay anymore, you will have a period later!" Wei Tianya smiled, and also turned around and left.

Looking at the direction of Nangong's cold death, Nangong Wen closed his eyes, sighed to the sky, said nothing, and left in the footsteps of the first two.

Everyone left one after another. The monks of Taizong looked at each other, and they all saw the sadness in the other's eyes, all like eating a dead child, but after this kind of sorrow remained two sticks of incense, it changed at the same time.

The corners of the monks of Taiyizong all slightly curled up.

"Okay, they have already left, no one for at least twenty miles!" Feng Qingyang squinted his eyes, and said slowly.

"Wow, the acting is so tired!" Tai Yizong complained that barefoot sister.

"We have to continue the performance. At least we have to let those people know that we are really at a loss and we are leaving!" Feng Qingyang glanced at the direction in which the six petals of the Buddha's golden lotus were falling ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Qi: "Go, we will also'leave' here, otherwise it will make those lives suspicious!"

"Yeah!" All the monks of Taiyizong nodded, and under the leadership of Feng Qingyang, they walked under the sacred mountain one after another.

After half a stick of incense, there was no one in the square at the top of the holy mountain!

But at this moment, the black and golden bugs that had been ghosts and brains came out of the dead body in the middle of the altar, stuck it on the index finger of the dead body's right hand, and screamed sadly, like no one else.

The extremely poisonous corpse qi around it didn't seem to perceive the existence of the black and gold bugs, and none of them gathered around.

After screaming for a long time, this black-gold worm opened its small mouth full of fangs and bit the index finger of the dead corpse's right hand, like a python swallowing a large prey, slowly swallowing it.

At this time, the fingers of the dead corpse's right hand trembled slightly, and it turned into another spirit worm similar to the black and gold worm, but at this time the spirit worm had already lost its vitality, and the dead could no longer die. If you want to chat with more like-minded people about "Second World of Immortals", follow the "hot web article or" on WeChat and chat about your favorite books with more book friends