Wudang Mountain signed for 60 years

Chapter 159, Nether Appearance

The three of them finally saw what a secret realm was.

The richness of spiritual energy inside is ten pieces higher than that outside. No wonder some people say that if you come in and kick casually, you may be able to kick the Stone of Dao Luck.

Yao Qingqing asked: "There are also monsters here?"

Ming Haitang nodded: "Of course there are, and the level of ancient monsters is very high. If you come here, you may be a ninth-rank demon master. You must be extra careful here."

Zhang Fan: "Let's go!"

The two followed behind Zhang Fan.

"Go away, this is what I saw."

"You see it is yours. I saw it before you came here. Whoever holds it in his hand belongs to him."

"You want to court death."

"Hmph, I was afraid you would fail."

The dozen or so people in front were arguing endlessly for the two Dao Luck Stones. Just as the two were about to draw their swords to fight, a few strands of white hair wrapped the two Dao Luck Stones around their hair.

Ming Haitang snorted coldly: "Now it's in my hands, who has any objections?"

More than a dozen people looked at Ming Haitang, took a step back, crying and scolding their mothers in their hearts, how could it be her, a white demon celestial master, a sixth-grade cultivation base of a celestial master, and even comprehended the small achievement of the great way.

The crowd shook their heads.

"No one is the best. If anyone has an opinion, I don't mind if you come and snatch it." A dozen people fled immediately.

Ming Haitang followed Zhang Fan to the depths.

"You're pretty quick."

Ming Haitang smiled: "Can you hurry up, I will snatch it for you if you don't hurry up, but we agreed in advance that I snatched these two Dao Luck Stones, and I am not going to distribute them, you have no objection! "

Zhang Fan shook his head;

"No problem, it's just two stones, I don't care."

Just as the three of them were on their way, more than a dozen corpses were scattered in front of them. The corpses were scattered around, and the corpses were broken into hundreds of pieces. It was obvious that they were dismembered.

Yao Qingqing frowned;
"What's the situation? What monster did it, so cruel."

Zhang Fan squatted down and checked the wound. A black handprint appeared on one arm. The whole body of the handprint was black, obviously poisonous, and the wound was messy, so it was obviously not caused by a sword.

Ming Haitang's face was serious: "Someone just tore them apart, tearing them in half."

"What monster is that?"

Zhang Fan said: "You'll know what a monster it is when you meet it!"

Tear the Heavenly Master?How much strength is required? Could it be that the cultivator is standing there and tearing you apart alive? Obviously, this monster is very fast. After tearing one person to pieces, it grabs the rest.

Along the road, corpses were constantly mutilated, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Zhang Fan frowned when he saw such a scene.

Ming Haitang said: "Did you find it?"

Zhang Fan nodded: "Well, their hearts are all gone. This man tore them apart to eat their hearts, but why didn't he use a sharp tool to cut them!"

The three continued on their way.

"Devil, it's too scary!" A cultivator trembling all over, ran towards Zhang Fan, followed by a black shadow behind him.

Only then did the three of them see clearly that the black figure had horns on its head, sharp claws on both hands, humanoid appearance, sharp claws, and blue-faced fangs...

What is this monster?
The speed was so fast that he caught up with the cultivator in a moment, stabbed his chest with one hand, grabbed the heart out, and ate it alive. He grabbed the arm with both hands, and tore the corpse apart with a random tug.

Ming Haitang trembled slightly: "This should be Netherworld."

Yao Qingqing said: "You Ming, what the hell is that?"

Zhang Fan remembered that when signing in, many cultivators had been killed by Nether, and it seemed that this was Nether, tearing up the fourth-rank cultivation base of a celestial master, which completely overturned Zhang Fan's cognition.

"The Nether is a kind of creature. I don't know where it lives. I also read it in an ancient book. It said that the Nether eats people's hearts. It tears up the human race with its hands. It has a cruel personality. Its body can't even break through mana. Only the Dao can harm him. .”

Zhang Fan was taken aback: "I'll try first."

Zhang Fan casually slashed at You Ming with a sword, and the magic sword pierced You Ming's body, leaving a light-colored mark without even a wound.

"This sword didn't cause any harm to him." Zhang Fan was also taken aback, this one has at least fifty dimensional combat power.

Roar·····

You Ming roared and rushed towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan slashed away with a sword again, this sword contains the Dao of Ten Thousand Swords and one hundred dimensional combat power.

Thorn...
A light-colored bloody mouth appeared on You Ming's body. This piece cut You Ming's wounds. You Ming lowered his head and looked at his chest, and then his chest healed as quickly as the naked eye.

Yao Qingqing was horrified: "This Nether can heal wounds, it's too difficult to kill!"

Roar... You Ming grabbed Zhang Fan with one hand.

Zhang Fan snorted coldly, just now he was just trying to see how powerful this Nether is, and it just showed a little strength
sword drawing...

Another stab with a sword, a sword with two hundred dimensional combat power, cut off You Ming's arm. You Ming suffered from pain, looked at Zhang Fan fiercely, and grabbed it with his right hand.

prickly...
Zhang Fan casually cut off both arms with a sword.

"Although the wound can be restored, the fatal injury will not be restored. If the arm is severed, it cannot be restored at all."

The ghost roared;
"Human, Nether will not let you go."

Yao Qingqing was shocked: "This guy can talk."

You Ming stood on the ground, unable to move, his hands were cut off by Zhang Fan, and now his feet were grabbing Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan frowned, this You Ming is not afraid of death.

Zhang Fan killed Nether with a single sword strike.

Blood spilled on the ground, and the blood was actually green blood.

"What a strange race."

Ming Haitang squatted down: "This is Nether, brave and fearless, green blood."

Ming Haitang casually cut off the horn of Nether, and held it in his hand: "This is the energy source of Nether, once it is hurt, the horn will emit energy to repair the wound, so when you slashed the sword just now, his The horns are on."

Zhang Fan didn't pay attention to this point, he just paid attention to the wound.
Yao Qingqing asked;
"How can there be such a thing here?"

Ming Haitang shook her head;
"I don't know, maybe they are right. The Primordial Secret Realm is a battlefield left over from ancient times, and this ghost must also be left over from the last war."

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Zhang Fan: System, I want to sign in.

System: Congratulations to the host for obtaining [-] pieces of Youyuan and [-] pieces of Daoyun...
That's it?

No exercises?No avenue?
System: This is the ghost of the mad body. The body of the body is so powerful. This kind of ghost cannot practice any spells or avenues.

It turns out that if You Ming can cultivate, wouldn't it be a disaster for the human race.

Zhang Fan: System, is this the highest level Nether?

System: It's not the highest level, just the third-grade crazy body ghost, the highest level ninth-grade crazy body ghost.

Zhang Fan was stunned.

This damn thing is still a third-rank Mad Physique Nether, so how about a ninth-rank, wouldn't it be able to tear apart immortals?

Ming Haitang asked: "Zhang Fan, what is your expression?"

Zhang Fan shook his head;

"It's okay, it's just that it's strange to see You Ming. Why is it so powerful that it can tear apart a celestial master with just its physical body. I don't know if there is a You Ming who can tear apart an immortal."

Yao Qingqing smiled;
"How is that possible? Immortals are very powerful, didn't you kill them with a single strike!"

Killing with one sword, my sword kills the third-rank Nether, with a hundred-dimensional combat power, I can barely stab a wound, and I need two hundred-dimensional combat power to kill the third-rank Nether.

What if it is a fourth-rank Youming, or a fifth-rank!
Zhang Fan didn't know, maybe he needed a thousand-dimensional combat power!A thousand-dimensional combat power requires at least a ninth-rank celestial master and a perfect state of Dao to create it.

Just imagine, how many worlds can have the Ninth Grade Dao Consummation Heavenly Master.

(End of this chapter)