Pursuing Immortality

After the high priest had spoken, he disappeared quietly.

There are more than 30,000 pits on the ground with silver rays, and the silver liquid inside them starts to swell and change into various shapes. It's like a living egg, breeding a strange creature.

This area was originally infinite, but at this moment, Gu Yi felt that the space above his head was slowly sinking, and the space around him was squeezing toward the center.

Darkness devours darkness, abyss devours abyss, and he can only descend as the space shrinks until his feet land.

When he was re-stabilized around him, he seemed to be wrapped in an oval eggshell, without substance, without everything, only himself and those weird potholes.

"..."

Gu Yan, carrying the Chiyang sword, walked to a pothole and was surprised to find that the silver liquid was actually alive. It does not refer to a living activity, but a living form of life.

It has a "human" atmosphere, but it is unconscious, like a fetus sleeping in amniotic fluid, full of the most primitive instincts.

"This is ... a concrete soul?"

He was guessing, and the woman's voice came again, "At this time, there is still feeling to think about something else. It seems that we have been stunned. Yeah, let you see our real ceremony!"

Hum!

Buzz!

When the words fell squarely, I heard a very slight buzzing sound, followed by the larger and larger, tens of thousands of silver liquid trembled together, such as the waves on the water surface, stacked up layer by layer to form a complete human shape profile.

The silver body of the whole body seems to have liquid flowing in the body, no facial features, no hair and flesh, only one body is elongated, and both feet are still stuck in the pit.

They were about three feet tall and raised their heads to look up. The whiteboard-like faces turned to Gu Yan, apparently without expressions, but with a strange and longing smile.

The immense soul power of human immortals is like a good treasure on a table, which attracts them to enjoy it.

not good!

An extremely strong sense of crisis breeds from the bottom of my heart, sneaks into the brain, and spreads to every nerve cell, more prosperous than when he first entered the Eagle's Nest.

In an instant, the golden sky rose slowly in the dark sky.

Darkness was suddenly dispersed, the sky was shining and the sun was shining. Jin Ri, consisting of thousands of swords, rose to the highest point and began to turn suddenly.

The flames of Jin Yan's sword flew in all directions, densely packed with majestic and mighty might, and seemed to tear this space to pieces.

boom! boom! boom!

That weird silver villain, like a snow sculpture in the Siberian snowy field, instantly melted under the hot sun, and turned into a puddle of silver liquid again.

At the same time, this area was attacked by a continuous stream of sword air, and it was also shaking and there was no sign of it.

"Well……"

In front of a grotto a little above the pit, the high priest who presided over the ceremony was shocked, his body was shaking, his pupils flickered, and his silver light was unstable.

"What is the high priest now?" The four men asked.

"Don't panic! The altar of the Firehawk Nest was laid by 岱 Neal, in order to attract the gods and open the soul world. We just have insufficient soul power to collect, and we can increase the weight. This person is a huge threat. Keep him! You are ready to go in! "

"Yes!"

The four were madmen, and after hearing the fear of death, they were full of enthusiasm.

Immediately, instead of summoning the "God", they jumped down and dropped into a dome-shaped black ball with slight fluctuations.

The bodies of the four were rapidly liquefied and exploded in the air. Numerous powerful pure silver liquids were pasted into a black film and merged into one. The effect was immediate, and the altar, which was a little trembling, immediately stabilized.

The high priest squinted his eyes and continued the ritual. He first said a few obscure ancient mantras and said, "The great Sophia-Achamot, we offer a powerful soul ... to guide us from pain and sin, and to purify and live forever!"

boom!

Gu Yan fell on the ground, and he took two steps, his mind was briefly scattered.

That blow, just on the output, can be regarded as his strongest move. As a result, the space just wobbled, not only recovering smoothly, but also stronger than before.

Even more frightening is that the silver liquid began to surge again, turning into a human form, with his feet pierced in the pit, the body suddenly skyrocketed, and stretched out his arms to embrace himself.

More than 30,000 villains surged wildly and drowned them in an instant.

"..."

Gu Yan was surrounded by many things. First, he couldn't hear the sound, then he couldn't see anything, and then all the five senses were deprived. It seemed as if he had become a blind, deaf person, without any feeling, shrouded in darkness.

Immediately after that, he was shocked, and his spirit was suddenly restless, as if there was a powerful force that hit Xuanqiao crazy.

He quickly mobilized Reiki, but found that the breath was stagnant and stopped working. The sword species was mobilized, and the sword species floated quietly above the sea of ​​air, which also cut off the connection.

That power is not any kind of aura, art, or magic. Its power is inscrutable, but pure and clear. It seems to be able to shield all the basic breath components and directly connect with the soul.

"Well……"

Gu Yan could not help but utter a groan, and felt a pain like never before. He turned his mind sharply and gave up the move decisively ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, only holding Lingtai a little quiet fire, and closed the mysterious door.

The gate of Xuanzang is the root of heaven and earth.

Above the immortals, the origin of everything lies in the mystery. He learned the method taught by Wu Shan, gathered the cluttered consciousness inside, and slowly nourished.

The spirit strength is stronger than before, it is not the same. But at this moment, not only is that strength not weak, it actually has to win.

It is like an axe like a hammer, violently attacking Xuanqiao, and every time it hits, it brings incomparable pain, more than a hundred times more than the physical pain.

This power comes from those villains, and even more from this altar.

The villain's energy is created by the altar, but the altar's energy is like a bridge between heaven and earth, as if connected to a void, exuding faint waves.

"..."

Gu Yan closed his eyes tightly. For the first time, he felt incompetent. Although his muscles were relaxed, his spirit was about to be stretched out.

Once slack, the other party may take advantage of the imagination, break into Xuanqiao, and pull out his own soul.

I do not know how long, the two sides are still deadlocked.

The high priest's face became more startled, because she felt that Gu Ji was gradually familiar with the rhythm, but she could not sustain it for too long.

"I didn't expect to underestimate you!"

Her expression changed, and she finally settled on the final touch.

To be honest, the two sides suddenly encountered each other, both unexpectedly. After she guessed the identity of the other party, her first reaction was to burn the jade!

So she didn't hesitate, the silver light in her pupils skyrocketed, filled with madness and fierceness. At the next meal, the thin body fluttered down and rushed into the altar into a silver light.

"We are dead, but we have lost a parish! You are dead, what do you think of Xia Guo?"

(Happy Lantern Festival, dear everyone!)

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