A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"That's right! That's right. Although this demonized body is not as good as my real body, it can take one of my blows without dying. It seems that you are not a low-level monk. I will give you a blood sacrifice first!" "Nanlong "Hou" said grimly.

I saw that the black energy on his face was three points thicker than before, and a pair of silver-white eyes were extremely cold, staring at the old man like a dead man without blinking. But the old man felt very cold in his heart.

As soon as "Nanlong Hou" finished speaking, his body moved, bringing out a series of phantom remnants, and he rushed towards the old man, not wanting to say more nonsense.

The old man surnamed Lu was so frightened that he wanted to get out of the stone wall, but it was too late. The opponent's movements were so fast that he was in front of him almost instantly, like a ghost, and a claw wrapped in black energy had already penetrated straight down towards the old man's head.

The old man was so anxious that he had no choice but to panic, his whole body flashed with white light, and he poured all his mana into the fiery red gauze in one breath.

Suddenly, the fiery red light curtain in front of him suddenly rose to a height of half a foot. Under the expressionless gaze of "Nanlong Hou", the black claw pierced hard.

A strange sound of "Zila" came. The light curtain is dazzling. With the old man on tenterhooks, the ghost claw finally stopped after going a few feet deep into the light curtain.

Seeing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and the color on his face returned a little. When the spiritual light on his body flashed again, he would use the protective spiritual light to break out of these hard-iron forbidden stone walls.

The "Nanlong Marquis" across from him raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

There was a loud noise, and Nanlong Hou waved his other arm and hit the red light screen.

The spiritual light that the old man had just released from outside his body was shaken, and for some reason, most of it immediately disintegrated.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and before he could understand what the other party was up to, Nanlong Hou's arm that penetrated the light screen suddenly twitched, and then he punched him with the same lightning-like punch.

The light curtain shook again, and the remaining body-protecting spiritual light on the old man was completely dissipated by this attack. At the same time, his body sank and fell into the stone wall again for a few inches.

"not good!"

When the old man surnamed Lu saw this scene, he finally remembered something and his expression changed greatly. He hurriedly shook the white flag in his hand, wanting to sacrifice the treasure.

However, "Nanlong Hou" waved his fists and hit them one after another without any haste, without giving the old man a chance to raise his Dharma flag. Each punch happened to disperse half of the spiritual energy that the old man had just injected into the flag, and the punches were getting faster and faster, and the force became stronger and stronger, and the rumbling sound continued continuously for a while.

The old man was horrified and wanted to use other secret techniques, but the same magic power was dispersed after only half of it. It was impossible to gather mana at all.

As a result, Lu Wei Yingkong, who possesses immense magical power and supernatural powers, was trapped alive in the stone wall and could not use it at all. He could only watch the red light curtain in front of him become thinner and lighter. , with a look of despair on his face.

The old man surnamed Lu's face was frighteningly green. After he looked at "Nanlong Hou"'s silver eyes with cold eyes, his heart became even more intense.

There is no doubt that if this goes to the end, he will definitely end up with his treasure broken and his person smashed into pulp.

Thinking of this, the old man gritted his teeth and shouted suddenly. A white glow flashed above the head, and a Nascent Soul with a face resembling an old man suddenly appeared at the Tianling Cap. The Nascent Soul looked a little panicked, but held a small blue sword tightly with both hands.

Almost at the same time, the sound of cracking came from the light curtain transformed by the ancient treasure of Haoyang Sha.

The last trace of hesitation of the Nascent Soul disappeared without a trace. It suddenly stamped its feet, and the Nascent Soul disappeared out of thin air on the spot. The next moment, it appeared directly at the entrance. Then the Nascent Soul would use his sword to escape into the passage and run away for his life.

But at this moment, a strange scene occurred.

"Nanlong Hou" still had his back facing the entrance and seemed to have not yet reacted, but the robe on his back burst open in an instant, leaving his back naked, and revealed a grimace that was exactly the same as the Blood Curse Gate. With his eyes closed, he stood there clearly, and it was just like the real thing.

The ghostly face suddenly opened its eyes, revealing the same silver-white eyes. At the same time, a purple shadow flashed from his mouth, as if something was sprayed out of his mouth.

At this time, the old Yuanying had just thrown out the flying sword in his arms, and was about to fly up and merge with this natal magic weapon to run away desperately, but he seemed to hear some wind in his ears, and then he felt a heat in his head, and between his eyebrows Something jumped out and stretched out a long way.

Nascent Soul just stared blankly at the long thing between his eyes. After a moment, a sharp scream came out, and then it instantly lost all its strength and fell from the air, falling to the ground motionless.

At this time, if there are other monks nearby, they can see that a long purple strip as thick as a thumb extends from the mouth of the ghost face to the back of Nascent Soul's head, and then passes through the front of the eyebrows. The feet are long.

It looks like a ghostly face and a tongue. But being so long is really weird.

When Ghostface saw the Nascent Soul falling to the ground, he smiled ferociously. The long-tongued beast opened its mouth wide and rolled the old Nascent Soul into its mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it directly. Then he slowly closed his eyes with a satisfied look on his face. At this time, "Nanlong Hou" finally turned around. He looked at the little blue sword that had lost its owner expressionlessly, and a sharp look flashed across his face. With a backhand grab, he pulled out the heart of the old man surnamed Lu. Then with a gentle squeeze, the heart turned into blood mist.

The vitality of this physical body was immediately terminated.

After doing all this, "Nanlong Hou" glanced at this place expressionlessly, then turned into a ball of black energy and flew into the passage.

A moment later, he appeared at the bottom of the pool. After looking up at the unattended magic circles, a sneer appeared on his face and he flew directly to the surface of the pool.

After a cup of tea, the figure of "Nanlong Hou" appeared on a certain rocky mountain, floating more than a hundred feet above the mountain, looking around.

Flying to such a height naturally triggered the restriction of Falling Demon Valley, and countless blood-red lightnings continued to fall from the sky, all aimed at this person.

However, these lightning bolts had not even come within a few feet of "Nanlong Hou" when they all suddenly swerved and dodged around, leaving him as safe and sound as a mountain amid the numerous lightning and thunder.

After "Nanlong Hou" looked at his surroundings for a long time, he finally figured out the direction. He suddenly looked in a certain direction and narrowed his eyes slightly, silver light flickering in his eyes.

Suddenly, his body transformed into a streak of black energy, shot through the air, and soon disappeared without a trace in the horizon.

…

At this time, in the basin, Wei Wuya, the master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and others were fighting at the edge of the altar, looking up at the almost endless stairs, their faces filled with wonder.

We should have arrived here a long time ago, but when we were more than ten miles away from the altar, a large-scale restriction began to appear. This restriction must be broken to move forward.

As a result of this delay, it naturally took most of the day for them to arrive at the altar.

Now that they were closer, they could see clearly that although the altar looked extremely majestic, it was unknown how long it had been built. Not only are the steps covered with all kinds of weeds, but some places have begun to lose their splendor.

"Let's go! As long as we reach the top of the altar, we can find traces of Lingmiao Garden and find a way to enter. According to what the remnant soul said, the entrance to Lingmiao Garden is right here." The master of the Ghost Spirit Sect said carefully. After looking at it carefully for a long time, he finally spoke and urged. Then he took a few steps forward and stepped onto the altar first.

But immediately the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect couldn't help but curse loudly, making the others startled.

"Everyone, be careful! There are other restrictions on this ladder. It seems that it is not easy to climb to the top of the altar." Looking at the barely visible ladder above, there is a ghost gate with yellow aura around it. The door owner gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

Wei Wuya couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard this.

Although he didn't care about any restrictions, as a result, they had to drag themselves backwards when they reached the top of the altar. This made Wei Wuya feel helpless.

In fact, not only Wei Wuya, but the others' expressions were not much better either. After knowing the existence of Lingmiao Garden, these people have already focused on it and are impatient with the various restrictions that have recently appeared.

"Let's go!" Wang Tiangu sighed, and then stepped onto the stairs. There was a flash of yellow light nearby, and he suddenly felt his body sinking, and his shoulders suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds.

At this time, the rest of the people also stepped onto the stairs and encountered the same situation. Among them, Wei Wuya didn't move, as if he didn't care. The three disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect who had formed pills trembled a few times and turned pale.

The group of people slowly climbed to the top of the altar.

…

"Is this the Ling Candle Fruit?" Han Li was in an oasis covered by a ban, looking at the green lake in front of him and murmuring.

Outside the restriction is an endless earth-yellow color, a huge desert tens of thousands of miles wide.

"That's right, it's definitely the fruit. No matter the appearance or the mark it refers to, it is definitely this spiritual object!" Zi Ling stood about a few feet away from Han Li and said with a hint of excitement on his face, a pair of bright eyes. Flashing, looking at the green lake ahead without blinking.

In the middle of the lake a hundred feet away in front of the two of them, there was a small piece of mud above the water, where a green spiritual grass grew.

This grass is several feet tall and covered with thumb-sized oval leaves. At the highest point of the grass, there are four strange fruits growing alone.

These fruits are fiery red, thin at the top and wide at the bottom. The tops glow with a faint red light, just like a red candle lit on a candlestick, and exude a strong medicinal fragrance.

Han Li was also sure that this thing was the Lingzhu Fruit. When Zi Ling said this, he just smiled slightly.

"I'll go over and pick this fruit right away. It will save you a long night and many dreams." Zi Ling took a deep breath, turned her head, and suggested to Han Li.

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