high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 420

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In the dead silence, the rattling sound of stiff joints came suddenly, at first it was only for a moment, but after two or three breaths of work, it almost became one piece, converging into a trill that enveloped the entire sea area.

In full view.

In the severed head of the god, a humanoid creature with a height of ten feet and covered in white hair slowly stood up. It seemed to have pulled itself out of the severed head. The white hair was still stained with black blood and flesh, which was strange and inexplicable.

"One, two, three..."

Some knights were still counting with a pale face, but after a moment, his voice stopped abruptly, trembling and cut off.

It's too much.

The number is endless, no matter how you can count it, you can't count it——

Countless humanoid creatures with white hair pulled themselves out and severed their heads one by one. Their number seemed to have no limit and could never be exhausted.

This scene.

Just like in the wet woodland after the rain, the spring bamboo shoots all stand out——

"Damn it! We've stayed for too long and alarmed these ghosts!"

Daoist Feixuan suddenly changed his face: "Be careful, there is a ghost here!"

Yin god? !

"Hahahaha……"

The cold laughter was fleeting in the air, and then there were screams and screams.

Song Chi and others looked back in a panic, only to see a knight from the Yan family next to him being thrown down by a white-haired ghost, and his body and head were separated instantly!

Minced meat and blood floated on the surface of the sea, and as the black sea water swayed gently, excited by the blood and screams, the body of the white-haired ghost that was standing stiff on the severed head flickered, and instantly moved in unison !

It's like rain!

The shrill screams sounded one after another, and the great turmoil broke out in an instant, causing everything to collapse.

All kinds of magic tools and supernatural powers are useless at all, falling into the empty space, even the shadow of the white-haired ghost can't touch them, let alone cut them.

Countless white shadows move like lightning on the black sea area, so fast that it is unimaginable. Every movement lifts the caps of people's spirits and removes the heads, leaving only the unbearable corpses that sink and float.

Soon, amidst countless shouts and screams, the thick black sea water was stained with spots of red, taking on a tinge of desolate crimson.

Seeing his followers and soldiers dying in front of his eyes one by one, Pang Qing roared angrily and forced the Yin Gods away from him. He threw the broken spear in his hand vigorously, penetrating dozens of miles, parting a row of deep sea water!

But when the broken spear hit the body of a white-haired ghost, it made a sound of clanging metal and stone, like striking iron.

Under the astonished gazes of the people, the white-haired ghost who was stabbed by the broken spear slowly stood up, shaking his head as if nothing had happened.

There was only a shallow pit on its chest, with a little hair falling down. Pang Qing's powerful blow, not to mention breaking its flesh, didn't even shed a drop of blood...

"How?"

Pang Qing stared blankly at this scene, his eyes were dumbfounded. When Song Chi waited for the warning sound to sound in the distance, the man was still in a daze.

puff!

A white shadow swept across the sea, and Pang Qing, who was caught off guard, was hit in the neck from the front, his head tilted in a strange arc, and he fell into the depths of the sea completely, without breath.

Everyone was terrified.

"Damn it!"

"I can't fight anymore!"

"Die to Daoist!!!"

Daoist Feixuan, who was entangled by several white-haired ghosts, screamed wildly, and desperately took out a yellow clay pot from the Niwan Palace. He hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and smashed the mud seal.

brush--

A blazing glow rose into the sky like a scarlet phoenix, broke through the earthen pot in the blink of an eye, and rolled towards the blood-stained black sea indiscriminately.

"Dry!"

In the distance, Mr. Gongyang was struggling to support under the siege of several white-haired ghosts, and suddenly he was approached by a surge of sunlight, which made him seldom curse and sweat rolled on his forehead.

The glow that flew out of the earthen jar, shining like a rainbow, was not a candle, but a mysterious stream of fire that shone with ancient symbols!

The black water sea area boiled and bubbled under the steam of the fire, and in an instant, the whole world was scorched.

"What is this, congenital fire essence..."

The fire swept across all the sea areas in sight in an instant. In the high temperature and heat waves, the white-haired ghosts wailed and retreated one by one. Their roars were like the laughter of a baby, which made people shudder.

Mr. Gongyang, who had to catch his breath for a while, didn't dare to stay for a long time. He picked up Song Chi and several nearby Yan family knights, and rushed into the sky,

"How could you have such a killer move?"

Staring at the sea of ​​flames under his feet, Mr. Gongyang asked Taoist Feixuan who was panicking to stand on the Hongqiao, "Why didn't you come out a few days ago when you were intercepted by the Assassin of Wushengfu?"

"Yin gods have no brains, but assassins have brains..."

Panting, Taoist Feixuan, who managed to get out of the sea of ​​flames under his feet, was trembling in his limbs. When he broke the mud seal of the earthen jar, he was the closest to the fire stream, and suffered the most serious injuries. He was almost burned to a mummified corpse.

"This fire is so strong!"

Daoist Feixuan, who was covered in burns and bruises all over his body, chuckled, he tentatively dropped the rainbow light under his feet by several tens of feet, but was forced by the stinging heat wave, so panicked that he hurriedly raised the rainbow light again.

"This is not an innate fire essence, it is a treasure that Pindao obtained from an ancient cave the year before last. Although it is both fireworks, but judging by its power, it is even more domineering than an innate fire essence!"

Countless white-haired ghosts howled and struggled in the sea of ​​flames, their flesh exploded, exuding a stench like rotting corpses, and dripping out green, gruel-like pus.

Although these yin gods with diamond-like physiques move like lightning and are so fast that people can't watch them, but because of the characteristics of yin gods, they can't stand the light and cannot fly.

Daoist Feixuan grasped this point and set off a big fire in a risky manner, only to let everyone get away by chance.

"How does Pindao feel..."

After a short period of complacency, Taoist Feixuan looked at the unquenchable sea of ​​flames under his feet, and then at the few people around him, with a worried expression on his face:

"Is it true that there are still a few Dao brothers missing?"

Ignorance.

people...

No, he was also burned to death by this fire, right?

After another half a cup of tea, Taoist Feixuan, who was trying to stay calm, finally started to panic. He licked the corners of his chapped mouth, and was about to speak.

Below, a road of pure light rolls towards the sky in an instant.

"The fire of Daoist Master is really fierce." On the Jingguang Avenue, Wuming raised his head in embarrassment, and behind him, there were countless Yan family knights who were still in shock:

"I don't know where the earthen pot was produced? It has such supernatural powers, which is even better than the innate fire essence that exists in the world."

"It was in an ancient cave in Zhongli County. At that time, there were 23 earthen pots, and all of them have been robbed now."

Seeing the Jingguang Dao roll away like a rainbow, Taoist Feixuan heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes stopped strangely on Wuming's hand, and then silently staggered away.

Xie Fanjing was grabbed by the collar by Wuming, and she was lifted up like a cat. Her face was dusty and full of smoky marks, like a cat that accidentally fell into a chimney.

"Pindao still remembers that at that time there was a dead bone beside the earthen pot, full of jade color, which was intrigued by many people." Taoist Feixuan said with some embarrassment:

"The withered bone hand-carved characters in front of the corpse, and I couldn't make out what was written. It was vaguely ancient characters such as 'light', 'field', and 'heart'... Pindao also robbed it at that time, but The dead bones were taken away by a wealthy clansman, the poor Taoist gave up his life, and only took one earthen jar..."

"Amount of light... field?"

Wuming was silent for a moment, then looked down.

The sea of ​​fire under my feet seems to be intensifying, and the radiant stream of fire is like an unquenchable creation, cooking the world, tempering the void, and even the deep abyss, being illuminated and ignited by the fire one by one... …

Countless white-haired ghosts howled and struggled in the sea of ​​flames. They couldn't fly, and even if they were as fast as lightning, they couldn't escape the candle flames that spread hundreds of thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

Those howls gathered miserably together, just like the cries of ghosts in hell in the magma lake, the sound was harsh and creepy.

"The fire will be extinguished in half a cup of tea time."

Taoist Feixuan's eyes were full of pride and full of heartache: "The poor Taoist has always used it as a life-saving card, and every point is saved. I didn't expect to break the coffin today."

"..."

Mr. Gongyang shook his head, feeling a little helpless.

"It's strange to say that these things..." He looked at the white-haired ghost twisting and struggling in the sea of ​​fire, and frowned, "How could they live on the severed head of the god? Why can't they fly?"

"After all, the old man is a Taoist master. After all, there are some insidious things. I am more familiar with poor Taoists who make their living by digging graves."

Taoist Feixuan also cast his eyes on the white-haired ghost struggling in the sea of ​​flames, and sighed.

Yinshen is the detached god in the yin, who can not escape the disaster of thunder, light and wind, but can manifest his holiness in the daytime.

This kind of Yin Yin creature is often born out of resentment and hatred. Once it is born, it will be slaughtered and drink blood.

Taoist Feixuan once saw Yin Gods in the ancient tombs. The life masters or life treasures of these Yin creatures, and even human immortals... They were born from the resentment and hatred of these great monks before they died, and they are extremely sinister , Dirty and dark.

"Why can't the yin gods fly away? I don't even know this poor man. There is a saying that these detached gods in the yin are formed into a form due to a mouthful of hatred. .”

Taoist Feixuan smacked his lips, and raised the rainbow light under his feet by tens of feet again.

The sea of ​​fire under my feet was supposed to be extinguished, but it burned even more vigorously at the last moment. Even if I stood in the extreme sky, a wave of heat still hit me, making my blood boil with steam.

"This god..." Daoist Feixuan's eyes were inexplicable: "Before he died, there must have been great resentment..."

A mouthful of hatred before death has produced so many detached gods in the underworld, and the flesh shells of all of them are so strong that they can't be touched by the attack of the diamond realm, and they are unparalleled in strength!

Then what kind of mighty power should he have been in before he was alive?

Take the stars and take the moon, move mountains and change lands.

I'm afraid it's nothing more than that——

It was too late to sigh, and in an instant, Daoist Feixuan's originally loose pupils suddenly froze, and Wuming and the others beside him also changed color.

The sea of ​​flames was still there, and in the raging flames, neither the severed head of the god nor the ancient stele engraved with the sun disc was shaken by the flames at all.

now--

The rattling of the knuckles sounded again, like a howling ghost.

Under the astonished gaze of countless people, a twenty-foot-long creature covered with white hair slowly snaked out of the empty eye sockets of the god.

Not in human form.

That head is twenty feet long, almost like a hill-like Yin God, although it is also full of white hair.But the lower body has a thick and long snake tail...

half human.

The lower body is like a dragon and snake!

As soon as it swam out of its eye sockets, it was forced back by the sea of ​​blazing rays of light, and let out a strange laugh.

It was like some kind of unknown signal.

At the moment when the strange laughter sounded, there were rustling sounds.

Countless white-haired dragon snakes swam out of the god's eye sockets, ear holes, and nose orifices, sticking out their heads.After being touched by the flames, these Yin gods who grew up in the mountains silently rolled up their bodies and retreated, staring at the ignorant people in the extreme sky.

They were also afraid of the fireworks that swept across the sea, but the snakes still stood upright, curled up in the depths of the severed head of the gods, and silently waited for the fire to dissipate.

"There's still..." There seemed to be an invisible cold air slowly spreading from the soles of the feet, Wuming's pupils were locked instantly, and his hair stood on end.

"Go!" He shouted in a low voice:

"Come on!"

Just stretching their bodies, this group of white-haired dragon snakes is twenty feet long, and the fire that trapped them has been exhausted and will eventually dissipate.

that time……

"Go! Go!"

"Fast back!"

"I can't stay!"

Taoist Feixuan and the others were all terrified, they set up their escape lights in horror, and frantically fled towards the distant sky.

However, after half a cup of tea, the surging sea of ​​light and flames suddenly stopped, then slowly stopped, and completely dimmed.

puff!

The sea water suddenly rose up, and a white shadow swept across the newly extinguished sea at high speed, and the waves along the way shook the sky.

puff!puff! !puff! ! !

Countless white shadows sprang out from the head of the god at high speed, the sea boiled and exploded, huge waves the size of mountains lined up in all directions, violently churned, and the wind and thunder blew up!

……

……

……

Lotus market.

On the yin mountain where bones are piled up, two fifth-level giants sit cross-legged in the void, with solemn treasures and endless auspicious colors.

"Well……"

Suddenly, one couldn't see his true face clearly, the venerable of Landa Temple moved slightly, he took out a crystal jade cicada, and several characters were slowly emerging on the cicada.

"Did ignorance go to the sea area where the head of the god is? I really don't know how to live or die."

He smiled: "This lotus market is really weird. The message came half a day ago, but it's only arrived at this moment."

"Brother."

The Venerable of Landa Temple smiled at a blurred figure beside him: "Since the news has been sent to me, it must have spread to other places. We'd better behave early, so as not to be robbed by others."

The field in the Lotus Market is chaotic. Even if the monks of the fifth realm can break through the void barrier and travel thousands of miles in an instant, in this Lotus Market, one still has to control the light and measure the world with steps.

"it is good."

The fuzzy figure nodded.

The two great masters of the fifth realm traveled hand in hand, and the immeasurable light surged so powerfully that the mountains and rivers trembled, and all the cunning things were hidden like insects and ants.

In just a few hours, they crossed half of the Lotus Market and approached the sea area where the broken head of the god was located.

And it is at this time.

The fuzzy figure groaned softly, and the Venerable Landa Temple also frowned slightly and stopped.

In the sea ahead, on top of a weird cliff.

The handsome black-clothed monk leading the sheep lowered his head, as if he was dozing off, but unexpectedly, he blocked the way of the two of them.

　Two in one.

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