immortal mansion

Chapter 526

Several hours later, the third floor of the underground palace.

Mo Chen pinched the sword formula in his hand, and the Huitian ruler in his hand continuously burst out shadows of the ruler, pulling out streaks of dazzling aura, and smashing down towards the countless ferocious ghouls rushing around.

These ghouls are all transformed by monsters. Like the half-dragon corpse, they are all covered with scars that resemble spells, and the important caves are also nailed to death with long nails. There was an echo from the abyss, and he rushed towards madness with black air all over his body.

If approached by them, these ghouls will explode themselves.

The power of self-explosion is not small, almost the same as the power of the fourth-order magic talisman.

Seeing these living corpses being used one after another, Lin Yao's face turned pale due to the lack of mana. She did not expect that the underground palace is so dangerous, even the late Yuanying monks are in danger of life.

"Fortunately, fellow Daoist Mo is here..."

She was secretly glad that she met Mo Chen on the road.

On Mo Chen's side, he became impatient with the endless stream of ghouls.

Nine small blue fishes swam out of the sleeves, and the blue spiritual light began to shine in the passage, and they soon intertwined to form a sword array.

Pressing his hand on the sword formation, his mana was frantically pouring into the sword formation.

"Buzz!" A metallic hum sounded.

In an instant, the sword array erupted suddenly!
Countless sword qi swarmed out from it, shooting towards the group of ghouls like a torrent.

Wherever the sword energy went, the group of ghouls seemed to melt, and they were chopped into fine powder one after another. The whole passage began to be filled with black air, and there were a lot of ghouls howling and screaming in the middle.

After a few breaths of time, everything returned to calm.

Seeing this, Mo Chen looked satisfied, and struck out a formula to dispel the sword array that was still erupting with sword energy.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, we will soon reach the center of the maze, let's move on." In order to show her role, Lin Yao took the initiative to lead the way and walked deep into the passage.

After the two of them walked less than a mile away, a hall appeared in front of them.

There is a wind hole in the center of the hall, and at this moment, black storms are blowing out.

"Ah, how could this be?" Lin Yao opened her mouth in surprise when she saw it.

When Mo Chen saw the storm blowing out from the wind hole, his expression became serious.

Those black storms are the soul-destroying wind, a strange wind that Nascent Soul cultivators would be afraid of when they see it.

"It's no wonder that from just now, I feel that my soul is strangely produced, so it's because of this wind." Mo Chen didn't act rashly, but cast his eyes on Lin Yao, but saw him shake his head bitterly.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, it seems that we can't go down to the third floor of the underground palace." Lin Yao sighed.

She had just confirmed that the entrance to the fourth floor of the underground palace was indeed here.

But now, the entrance is replaced by the wind hole, which is constantly gushing out the wind of death, and it is impossible to pass through.

"Are we going to turn around and go back?"

Lin Yao was a little reconciled, since the opportunity to transform into a god was right in front of her eyes, it was hard to give up.

Once you miss it, you may not be able to become a god in this life.

At this time, Mo Chen let out a sigh, and suddenly a golden light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the wind cave that was spitting out the soul-destroying wind, and with a thoughtful expression, he suddenly said to Lin Yao:
"Friend Daoist Lin, this wind acupoint is not as huge as it looks. I used my spiritual pupil to find that there seems to be a way out in the middle."

"Is there a way out?" Lin Yao was taken aback, showing a surprised expression.

But soon, she seemed to understand the meaning of Mo Chen's words, and a wry smile appeared on her pretty face: "This is serious? Fellow Daoist Mo, please don't lie to me."

"Mo is only [-]% sure about this, if Fellow Daoist Lin is unwilling, then just don't try." Mo Chen said lightly.

After speaking, no more words.

After Lin Yao finished listening, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the hairpin on her head.

This hairpin looks similar to black jade, and its shape is also ordinary. It stands to reason that it would not be worn by Yuanying monks.But if you look carefully, you will find that the spirit pattern inside the hairpin is intertwined into a network, and there is a strong aura fluctuating faintly, which seems to be a huge power hidden.

She pricked her fingertips with this hairpin, and immediately the blood was sucked away by the hairpin.

After a short rest, the hairpin turned slightly red.

After doing this, Lin Yao walked towards the wind cave ahead.

After walking a few steps, Mo Chen's voice rang in her ears.

"Seven steps to the left, then go straight ahead..."

Lin Yao knew that Mo Chen was showing her the way, so she quickly followed him.

After walking out a dozen or so sheets, she felt her spirit start to tingle. After approaching the madly erupting wind acupoint, she was already in the range of influence of the soul-death wind, and she would suffer irreparable damage to her spirit after a long time.

Mo Chen continued to guide the way, calmly and clearly sending voice transmissions one by one.

"...This is one step to the left, ten steps forward."

When Lin Yao heard this, she stared at the wind wall in front of her for a moment.

With various thoughts in her mind, she grasped the hairpin in her hand, and took a few steps forward hesitantly.

Suddenly, Lin Yao laughed happily.

"The death wind of obliterating soul has weakened!"

After she walked ten steps forward, the discomfort in her soul disappeared without a trace.

Before Lin Yao could sigh, there was a sound of footsteps behind her, and Mo Chen also walked over.

Looking around, he looked puzzled and said, "This is the fourth floor of the underground palace?"

I saw that the place where the two of them are now is actually a sunny mountain forest. There is no scene of the death wind raging as expected, but the sound of insects can be heard one after another.

Rather than saying that this is the fourth floor of the underground palace, it is better to say that it is a paradise.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the west.

After a few breaths, an invisible shock wave swept across the place where the two were, and the huge force filled the sky with dust, and all kinds of branches and leaves danced indiscriminately.

Immediately after, there was a howling sound like a stormy sea, coming from that direction.

Mo Chen flew into the air, and found that there was a huge figure there, who was screaming up to the sky at the moment.

Because the dust blocked his vision, he couldn't see what it was at that moment, but he could see the streaks of sword energy bursting out of it carefully, obviously it was the handwriting of the Heavenly Sword Mansion.

"It's Ming Jianzi and the three of them." Mo Chen said flatly.

After the two looked at each other, they flew towards where Ming Jianzi was.

When he got closer, Mo Chen finally saw the true face of the giant shadow.

His stature stagnated, and he couldn't help taking a breath.

It is actually a ghoul that is very similar to a real dragon, it has all the characteristics that a real dragon should have,

"Antlers, bull noses, eagle claws, fish scales, snake tails..."

The real dragon ghoul hovers in the air, its body is nearly a hundred feet in size, and its head is as huge as a palace. There are only two holes left where the eye sockets should have been. The eyeballs have long since disappeared. It was full of all kinds of growths, and looked like little dragons.

But what shocked Mo Chen the most was that while the real dragon ghoul roared out, gusts of death wind would also spurt out from it, which made the three Ming Jianzi who besieged it afraid everywhere. He had to put most of his energy on dodging, so as not to accidentally get caught and end up with annihilation of the soul.

"Mo... Fellow Daoist Mo, hurry up, let's kill the dead dragon mother together!" Ming Jianzi saw Mo Chen coming, his eyes lit up, and he shouted eagerly.

"Corpse dragon mother?"

Hearing this, Mo Chen's face showed doubts.

Glancing at the so-called dead dragon mother who resembled a real dragon, he could clearly see that this ghoul was extremely difficult to deal with.

After thinking about it, he still sacrificed Huitian Ruler and cooperated with the other four to launch an attack.

But at this moment, the huge body of the dead dragon mother suddenly unfolded, and more than a dozen small dragons were ejected from the body, but these small dragons did not shoot at the crowd, but turned around and rushed to the mother, and opened their mouths to eat. .

The chilling sound of chewing came one after another, and the appearance of Xiaolong swallowing the body of Dragon Mother fell into everyone's eyes, which made Mo Chen, Ming Jianzi and the others change their expressions, and at the same time secretly said something bad in their hearts.

Sure enough, when they came up with this idea, those little dragons changed immediately.

Originally, they looked more like fleshy growths, but after devouring a large amount of flesh and blood of the dead dragon mother, their size began to increase rapidly, and they turned into miniature dragons about the size of Zhang Zhang.

With a roar, they all shot at Wang Teng, shaking their heads and tails.

Seeing this, Wang Teng clicked on an umbrella spinning in front of him, and suddenly several strange birds with luan tails flew out of it.

As soon as the strange bird appeared, it uttered a series of chirping sounds, and flapped its wings and rushed forward.

Wang Teng's eyes revealed a look of confidence. After all, the Luanya Luosan was his natal magic weapon that he had cultivated for a long time, and he added countless precious spiritual materials. The possibility of Lingbao.

The Luanya Luosan, which has the potential to become a spiritual treasure, can release up to nine Luanyas with the mid-stage strength of the Nascent Soul.

In his opinion, those miniature real dragons are powerful, but they are definitely not his opponents.

Soon, the luan crow collided with the miniature real dragon.

But the result was unexpected by everyone. Those miniature real dragons went straight through the Luan Crow, and shot towards Wang Teng with screams.

His complexion changed, and he crushed a jade tablet.

In an instant, a large black light overflowed from the jade tablet, condensing into a black light shield covered with golden patterns.

"Clang clang clang!"

I don't know if these miniature real dragons are made of iron, and they are so hard that they hit the light shield with metal collision sounds.

However, after only resisting the impact of the three small dragons, a large number of cracks suddenly appeared on the light shield, and it exploded with a loud bang.

It was Ming Jianzi who swung his sword and emitted a flash of sword light to kill all these little dragons.

Seeing all the little dragons being destroyed, the corpse dragon mother in the distance let out a frantic roar immediately, and waves of transparent air swirled wildly around.At the same time, the huge dragon's mouth opened, crazily spewing soul-destroying energy into the air.

Seeing this scene, Ming Jianzi's expression changed drastically, and he immediately said to Qin Ruoxia who was beside him: "Fellow Daoist Qin, the worst has already happened, please follow the previously agreed content and cast a spell to trap Mother Dragon."

Qin Ruoxia nodded, and pinched out complicated seals with both hands, while exhaling the orchid fragrance from her mouth.

A red light shot out from her mouth, and with a slight tremor, the red light shone and turned into a needle of ox hair.

Immediately afterwards, the red light flashed away.

When it reappeared, it was inserted between the eyebrows of the dead dragon mother.

The ox hair fine needle is Qin Ruoxia's natal magic weapon, and it is made of heavenly corpse incense wood, called the heavenly corpse incense needle.

The Celestial Corpse Fragrant Wood is one of the rare things in this world that is not afraid of the wind of death, and it is precisely because the Celestial Corpse Fragrant Needle has this characteristic that she was specially invited by Ming Jianzi to deal with this Corpse Dragon mother.

It's just that the dead dragon mother is worthy of being a ghoul refined by the demon clan's forbidden technique. Even if Qin Ruoxia temporarily smothered her with the heavenly corpse fragrance needle, she could still resist crazily, shaking the fine needle between her eyebrows so that she couldn't help trembling. sound.

"Taking this opportunity, let's make a move together!"

Ming Jianzi shouted at the top of his voice and pointed to the sky.

Immediately, a lingering sword energy was brewing and growing in his body, and at the same time, the energy mechanism was locked on the dead dragon mother.

During the process, he was still revealing the information about the dead dragon mother to Mo Chen.

"The Corpse Dragon Mother is smelted by the monster race with countless cursed flesh and blood. If you want to kill it, you must first destroy the core of the forbidden technique in the corpse dragon mother, so that it can be melted and disintegrated .”

"The core of the forbidden technique, where is it located on the corpse dragon mother?" Mo Chen asked hastily.

If he can know, he has great confidence that he can directly destroy the core of the forbidden technique with one move.

Ming Jianzi smiled wryly, and sacrificed a jade sword with his backhand, still saying: "How would I know that, the core of the forbidden technique of the dead dragon mother is always swimming."

As he said that, he flicked the jade sword in his hand with his fingers, and exhaled a breath of pure baby air.

As the sword light flickered, it turned into a thin white line and went away.

Although the dead dragon mother is a ghoul, her spiritual intelligence is unexpectedly high, she twisted her body and fell down into a bunch of bruised little dragons.

This time, all the little dragons did not devour its body, but entangled and turned into a ball of meat, blocking the way of the white line.

Before the white line came into contact with the meat ball, the meat ball suddenly exploded.

When Mo Chen saw it, a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

After the meat ball exploded, it dispersed into countless flesh and blood droplets, and a black line appeared in the center of the original explosion point.

"Space cracks!"

The next moment, the black line intersects the white line.

This sword move, which Ming Jianzi had concocted for a long time, collided with the black line, and immediately became very unstable. After twisting for a while, it turned into waves of sword energy and dissipated.

The power of the sword qi is impressive, but it is undoubtedly itchy for the dead dragon mother.

I saw a burst of rotten flesh flying around, and the sword energy just cut off some of its rotten flesh.

On the other side, Wang Teng was annoyed that he was played by the little dragon just now, so he played several spells in the air, making the crow fly towards the dead dragon mother, trying to vent the anger accumulated in his heart.

Luan Ya screamed, and immediately made a move, and flew to the body of the dead dragon mother.

To say that this luan crow is worthy of being transformed by the spirit of the luan crow and umbrella, the strength of a single crow is no less than that of ordinary monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and it is even more terrifying to gather nine crows together. There were large and small blood holes on the surface of the mother's body.

At this moment, Ming Jianzi looked at Luan Ya, and suddenly felt bad.

At this moment, Mo Chen's eyes were sparkling with purple light, and he looked more carefully than Ming Jianzi.

However, it can be seen that the nature of the crows who are attacking the dead dragon mother has undergone an imperceptible change at this moment.

"Assimilation?"

Realizing this, he was startled.

(End of this chapter)