One emperor

Chapter 1897 Soft Persimmons

Ye Dong was very surprised, he didn't expect that the first person to attack him was not Xiao Wuyi, but such an inconspicuous monk.

But this is also normal. In this place, everyone is actually hostile, so it is not surprising that anyone takes action against anyone, especially some monks who are regarded as threats, such as Xiao Wuyi, who are arrogant, will definitely There are many people who are willing to join forces at this moment and kill them.

This middle-aged monk's realm is at the fourth level of Xuanxiao. He is one of the second batch of people who took the first step besides Xiao Wuyi and the other three. His strength is indeed very strong.

At this time, he didn't know what strange method he used, but he was able to integrate his attack into the restriction, and launched an attack on Ye Dong.

People with weak spiritual sense may not be able to detect this attack, but Ye Dong's spiritual sense is so strong that he saw the black ripple at a glance, and his eyes lit up, and a smile flashed on the corner of his mouth, What a coincidence, what the middle-aged monk used to attack him turned out to be an illusory beast!

Illusory beasts have no entity and are completely illusory existences. Naturally, they are not affected by the restriction. I am afraid that this is also the reliance for the middle-aged monk to survive the restriction, and according to Ye Dong's estimation, there should be more than one illusory beast on the opponent.

Although within a year, Ye Dong almost died under the phantom beast, but it also gave him a deep understanding of this special beast.

Phantom beasts feed on divine thoughts and souls, and similarly, they can also be absorbed by divine thoughts and consciousness.

Therefore, when this thin phantom beast came to Ye Dong, a golden light flashed between Ye Dong's eyebrows, and the phantom beast disappeared without a trace.

The speed was so fast that even the middle-aged monk didn't notice it, but suddenly felt that the phantom beast was gone. Although he also suspected that it might be Ye Dong's shot, he was more likely to be swallowed by the forbidden force.

In this way, he no longer dared to attack Ye Dong, but tried to find a way to protect himself first. As Ye Dong guessed, the phantom beast was his biggest reliance on survival in the restriction.

Originally, Ye Dong thought that no one would bother him for the time being, but he didn't expect another disdainful voice to come from beside him: "Get out of the ten-meter range around me immediately, or you will be killed without mercy!"

It was an old man with a black face who was speaking, his eyes gleamed sharply, and Ye Dong just noticed that the distance between himself and him was indeed within ten meters. Obviously, this distance is not safe for the old man.

Everyone is now under the restriction, and it is extremely difficult to move a step. Now the old man wants Ye Dong to retreat ten meters away. This request is really a bit unreasonable.

Ye Dong suddenly let out a sigh and said: "Pick the persimmon softly, it seems that you all regard me as a soft persimmon!"

After the words fell, Ye Dong's face suddenly lost expression, and he stretched out his index finger at the old man with a cold face. A ball of golden gas floated from the fingertips, like a small snake, above the index finger Circling and winding.

"Shangyang Sword!"

A dazzling golden light suddenly shot up from the tip of Ye Dong's index finger, like a flash of lightning, it disappeared in a flash!
And as the golden light disappeared, a bloody light shot up into the sky, and a finger-thick blood hole appeared on the black-faced old man's brow.

With a "plop", the old man's body fell down like this, and within a few breaths, his body seemed to disappear without a trace, completely swallowed by the prohibition.

This is Ye Dong's perception over the past year. He feels that although all the combat skills he knows are powerful, they are not created by himself. Calm down, combine your own situation, and create some combat skills.

The Shang Yang Sword just now belongs to the Six Finger Blood Sword created by combining the six acupuncture points on his fingers.

In fact, simply shooting out spiritual energy from the fingertips to launch an attack, let alone a celestial being, even a mortal monk can do it, but what Ye Dong shoots out from his fingertips is not spiritual energy, but a combination of acupoint energy and indestructible gold. Qi, even magic weapons can penetrate, extremely powerful.

Naturally, other people didn't know this, so all kinds of surprised voices naturally rang out.

"One finger, just, killed Xie Lao? This, Xie Lao's realm has reached the fourth level of Xuanxiao!"

"His realm must be stronger, but who is he? It stands to reason that I basically know the strong people in Xuan Xiaotian, but I have no impression of him at all!"

"Who knows, but let's not provoke him."

Amidst the discussion, Xiao Wuyi, Arrogant, Xuan Ming, and several other monks all looked at Ye Dong heavily, obviously remembering Ye Dong.

Ye Dong just smiled slightly, didn't care, and continued to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

Of course, he wasn't adjusting his breath, but was comprehending the dao patterns in these restrictions. At the same time, he was trying to observe and simulate the huge palm print with his powerful divine sense.

In fact, after Ye Dong absorbed the Dao pattern in the restriction, he knew that the restriction was completely ineffective for the Dao creator, so as long as he wanted to, he didn't have to go forward step by step like others, he could take it step by step. to the edge of the city wall.

However, he is more interested in the palm print left by another Taoist. Although the traces have gradually faded, the Tao of that Taoist can still be vaguely felt in it, and what Ye Dong wants is to grasp This way.

If it can be done, it will definitely take a bigger step for Ye Dong on the road of creating Tao!
In this way, outside Xuanxiao Xiongguan, nearly [-] monks were immersed in the long qualification battle, and in the blink of an eye, a month and a half had passed.

In the past half month, it seemed peaceful here, but at least a quarter of the monks had died. They were either attacked by others and died, or they could not continue to resist the prohibition as they got closer to Xiongguan. power, was devoured to death.

After everyone dies, whether it is a corpse or blood, it will be swallowed by the prohibition, so it looks like this place is clean.

The other surviving people have different distances from Xiongguan. The closest one is still the seven people who are one body, only one step away, followed by Xiao Wuyi, three people, and nineteen monks. two steps away.

The real strength of these nineteen monks is no lower than that of Xiao Wuyi and the others, but they have always kept a low profile, but as time passed, they had to speed up, otherwise, if they fail to obtain the qualification after three months , it will be erased.

Originally, according to Xiao Wuyi's estimate, with his strength, he could walk the ten meters in about half a month, but later he realized that his idea was a big mistake, because the further he walked, the restraining force The stronger you are, the more you can even take a step at the end, you need to divide it into two steps, take the first step, adjust the breath for three days, recover all your strength, and then let your feet hit the ground.

As for Ye Dong, he was still sitting cross-legged nine meters away, motionless!
(End of this chapter)