Seeking the Way of Immortality

After fighting for about half an hour, Wu Zheng was covered in blood. There were piles of bones around him. Countless Yinfeng Demon Qi was absorbed into his body, tempering his own meridians and acupoints.

Only a strong man like Wu Zheng who had gone very far in the body refining would dare to absorb the Yinfeng Demon Qi, a force with a very negative aura, into his body.

Wu Zheng had just absorbed half of the Yinfeng Demon Qi around him when a dark and huge Qilin came walking over. The Qilin was all black, and there was a flash of magic fire in its eyes, which was terrifying.

The huge Qilin was ten thousand feet long, and its four hooves stepped on the ground, shaking the ground of the mass graves and making a buzzing sound.

"Human ants." The black Qilin made a sound, shaking Wu Zheng's eardrums, and blood flowed out of his ears faintly.

The black Qilin in front of him gave him great pressure, like a mountain, which was even stronger than the pressure given to him by the sitting deer arhat.

Wu Zheng stood up despite the pressure, his eyes fixed on the black unicorn. His body was emitting a monstrous brilliance at this moment, and the precious light soared into the sky, and his bones made crackling sounds.

At the same time, Wu Zheng's eight gates of the body opened for the first time. The eight gates opened in the precious light, emitting endless brilliance, surrounding Wu Zheng, and the blood and qi that rushed into the sky flowed out from the eight gates.

Wu Zheng's body swelled to a thousand feet in size at this moment.

Wu Zheng had already had the cultivation method of the eight gates of the body, and he had already practiced it successfully, but he had never used it before.

The black unicorn in front of him no longer allowed him to hide his shortcomings, and at this moment his true essence and the power of the law could not be operated, and the power of the soul was also greatly suppressed. If he continued to hide his shortcomings, it would be tantamount to seeking death.

"Interesting." The black unicorn's voice was loud, but slightly hoarse.

Wu Zheng did not dare to be careless. As soon as the black unicorn finished speaking, Wu Zheng had already made a move. He retreated his right foot, then suddenly kicked the ground, and rushed towards the black unicorn like a huge cannonball.

The black unicorn showed a disdainful expression in its eyes, and its huge front paws pressed towards Wu Zheng's body.

Even if Wu Zheng used the eight-door physical training magic of the flesh, it was only a thousand feet in size. Compared with the ten-thousand-foot unicorn, it was like a puppy and a big tiger.

The silver-white light and the black Yinfeng magic energy collided together. Without a doubt, Wu Zheng flew back at a faster speed.

The bright light lingered around Wu Zheng, and the eight portals of the flesh kept rotating, absorbing all the power from the heaven and earth, and strengthening its own power.

The black unicorn took advantage of the situation and slapped Wu Zheng away with a slap. With a roll of its tongue, Wu Zheng was directly sucked back by the huge tongue, and then before he could get close to the black unicorn's mouth, he was blown away by the airflow from the black unicorn's nostrils.

The airflow was completely black, not only with a foul smell, but also extremely corrosive. The black airflow passed through the eight gates of the physical body. Even though the eight gates of the physical body exuded endless power, it was still corroded by the black airflow. Some black airflow fell on Wu Zheng's body, corroding Wu Zheng's skin on the spot, and bleeding continuously.

With Wu Zheng's abnormal recovery ability of the physical body, these injuries could have been recovered quickly, but this time it failed. Not only did the wounds on his body not get better, but there were signs of continued deterioration.

Before he could think about how to recover from the injuries, the black unicorn's tongue swept over again, and the stench hit him in the face. Wu Zheng wanted to vomit, and his whole body was stained with the saliva of the black unicorn. After being swept by the black unicorn's tongue again, the eight gates opened by the physical body finally couldn't bear it and shattered.

Without the eight gates of the physical body, Wu Zheng was slapped to the ground by the black unicorn like a dead dog.

The palm of the Tathagata God failed to break Wu Zheng's defense, but was beaten to pieces by the black unicorn in front of him. This shows how strong this black unicorn is.

His bones were broken in many places, his internal organs were bleeding, his true essence could not function, and the laws were out of the question. His soul was directly suppressed by the evil spirit of the battlefield ruins of gods and demons. Even the lights of thousands of houses were extinguished, let alone the stone tablet.

It only took a cup of tea for the eight gates of the flesh to open and close. Wu Zheng never thought that the eight gates of the flesh, which have always been regarded as trump cards, would be so unbearable in front of the black unicorn.

At this moment, Wu Zheng was in great pain. It was the first time he was so embarrassed since he started practicing. Although he had life-and-death crises before, he at least had a glimmer of hope, but today he had no way to deal with it.

The power of the two sides was too unequal. The black unicorn was definitely an existence above the Mahayana realm. Wu Zheng even speculated that the black unicorn might be an existence above the Mahayana realm.

Fighting against a being above Mahayana with a tribulation, if Wu Zheng's true essence could be mobilized and the power of the law could be exerted, he could only choose to escape, not to mention the current situation.

Seeing Wu Zheng lying on the ground motionless, the black unicorn did not slap Wu Zheng to death, but rolled Wu Zheng into its huge tail with its tail, and turned to go deep into the mass grave.

Along the way, Wu Zheng's mind remained clear and his eyes could see things. Wherever he passed, there were thousands of dead spirits. All the dead spirits were in awe of the black unicorn, and some of them even trembled.

From the edge of the mass grave to the center, the unicorn and Wu Zheng walked for half an incense stick of time, covering a distance of nearly 100,000 miles.

Wu Zheng suddenly realized that this black unicorn was the king of this mass grave.

After entering the central area, Wu Zheng was thrown to the ground by the black unicorn, and then five black chains were condensed to lock Wu Zheng's wrists, ankles and neck.

Wu Zheng was like a prisoner, being pulled on several huge stone pillars that connected the sky and the ground, towering and endless.

The thousand-foot real body had long disappeared. At this moment, Wu Zheng was only the size of an ordinary person. Each chain on the iron chain was bigger than Wu Zheng. Wu Zheng was in the middle of the iron chain. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't see his existence at all.

After locking Wu Zheng, the black unicorn lay lazily on the ground, and several powerful undead spirits spewed unknown flames at Wu Zheng. The flames melted his blood and bones, and Wu Zheng was in pain.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Wu Zheng's soul was like an old monk sitting still, without a word, and the lights of thousands of houses were burning under Wu Zheng's buttocks.

A golden thread appeared between the eyebrows of Wu Zheng's soul, and then the lights of thousands of houses turned into a palm-sized flame, spewing towards the golden thread between the eyebrows of Wu Zheng's soul.

About three days passed, and the golden thread was finally melted and turned into endless soul power, entering Wu Zheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness that was close to withering, after the addition of the golden thread, also had the source of water, and Wu Zheng's soul also recovered a little bit of agility.