Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

"Jie Jie Jie~ You can't die now..."

However, just a second before Xue Leng disappeared into Lei Hai, a voice that sounded familiar rang in his ears.

At the same time, a pair of extremely white and beautiful catkins stretched out from somewhere in the space strangely, wrapping around Xue Leng's neck.

These two catkins that appeared mysteriously were beautiful and white, smooth as if they were boneless, with slender and slender fingers, they wrapped around Xue Leng's neck like two boneless white snakes, and disappeared in an instant.

However, in the process of its disappearance, Xue Leng was pulled into the void together and fled together.

It came suddenly and went strangely.

immediately--

The entire space was instantly submerged by the explosive power of Qinglei Destroyer...

Although the cave wall rocks in the lava cave are extremely hard, Xue Leng's blow of the green thunder is no less than the blow of a monk in the early stage of alchemy in terms of destructive power.

During the collapse of the Catacombs, blue lightning arcs flew and jumped everywhere in the Catacombs, and if they touched any places, they would blow out a big hole in the ground.

For tens of breaths of time, there were explosions one after another.

When the power of the thunderstorm slowed down, the devastated passage space that had been ravaged by the lightning storm was finally revealed.

After this thunder blast, the entire passage was widened several times by the force of the thunder blast, and stones were piled up everywhere. However, only the stinky monk and Xue Leng were missing.

After a while, when the aftermath of the thunderstorm subsided completely, then in a corner of the void, a long human flesh tongue stretched out strangely. Cold, unceremoniously thrown directly to the ground.

"puff"

"hiss!"

As soon as Xue Leng's butt touched the ground, he quickly jumped up like a conditioned reflex, and took out a cleansing amulet to clean up the large amount of saliva adhering to his body.

Afterwards, a wisp of green smoke rose, and a strange scroll of two women hanged to death by Bai Ling slipped quietly from the air.

When the picture scroll was about to fall to the ground, it was strangely grabbed by a little skeleton claw.

Seeing this scene, Xue Leng narrowed his eyes and said in surprise——

"This is……"

The owner of the little skull's claws, Xue Leng recognized, turned out to be the strange treasure talisman pen that he kept in his storage bag and hadn't used for a long time—"Ghost Slayer"

And that weird scroll is the "Ghost Picture of Ling Maiden" that I got in the Big Dipper Palace before.

At that time, Guizhu suddenly sent a begging message to himself from the storage bag, telling himself to get this volume in his hand.

However, because the scroll was filled with a sense of weirdness that made Xue Leng extremely disgusted, so after he got the scroll, he threw it to Gui Zhu directly.

If Gui Zhu likes it, let him study it by himself, and Xue Leng is also happy to have a leisurely time.

Anyway, this strange guy still has something to ask for himself, and he dare not do anything against him until his wish is fulfilled.

At this time, Gui Zhu had already jumped off the heavy pen holder.

An ugly and slender skeleton grimacing face, a large piece of fiery red hair, the ghostly appearance is so different and dazzling.

The ghost is holding the pen holder in one hand, and with the other hand, it is holding the ghost picture of the silk maid that does not match its figure with its small claws.

On the position of his skull and ghost head, two green eyes, like two clusters of will-o'-the-wisps, erupted a faint halo of monsters from time to time, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Little ghost, this seat saved your life this time!"

An ear-piercing voice sounded, and when Guizhu was speaking, he did not forget to throw the heavy pen holder to the ground, and leaned his back on the pen holder and rubbed it vigorously a few times, looking as if he was enjoying it.

At the same time, he picked Xue Leng's dry black and yellow eyebrows, which looked very funny.

Hearing this, Xue Leng rolled his eyes, amused in his heart.

Presumably this guy wanted to take this opportunity to beg himself to fill up the wasted soul in his pen.

In fact, in the situation just now, even if Guizhu didn't make a move, Xue Leng would not be so useless that he would be blown to death by his own attack.

But that's good too, at least it saves me a lot of trouble, if I change myself to deal with it alone, I'm afraid I still have to pay some attention to it.

As for ghosts...

This guy, whom he had been unable to see through, was able to go out independently from his storage bag, which was beyond Xue Leng's expectations.

Not only that, looking at the situation in front of it, it seems that it can use the treasure of this extremely weird picture of the maiden ghost to display some incredible supernatural powers.

At least, judging from the supernatural power of saving people just now, this treasure is by no means simple.

"Jie Jie~, don't care about anything else, you must sacrifice the soul and body of the man just now!"

Hearing this, Xue Leng's eyes flashed a little puzzled, as if he was expecting Guizhu to give him a reasonable explanation.

Fortunately, Guizhu didn't let it go, and immediately explained:

"Well, his life is very useful to me. I'm currently researching a kind of puppet rune. The clay corpse body possessed by this person is a perfect experiment."

When Ghost Zhu said these words, his eyes were fixed on the area where the stinky monk disappeared.

The faint green light in the eyes conveyed the eagerness to drag the stinking monk away immediately.

With such a fanatical heart, Xue Leng couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

"At that moment just now, although he was seriously injured, he was still fighting like a cornered beast, so it was by no means easy to deal with."

After pondering for a while, Xue Leng sighed softly, and after weighing it, he chose to acquiesce.

"Jie Jie, as long as you agree, I will leave the rest to me."

After finishing speaking, Gui Zhu immediately threw the picture scroll in his hand into the air, and the picture scroll flashed a green light, and it unfolded in the air instantly, and in an instant, an extremely strong and violent air escaped from the picture scroll...

On the scroll, a woman hanged to death was painted on both sides, her eyes were protruding, her long tongue was sticking out, and her death was very miserable.

Although the middle area is blank, there is a black devil with a blood-dripping dagger in its mouth. As the background of the paper, its hideous and terrifying appearance makes people feel chilling.

Seeing this scene, Xue Leng felt disgusted in his heart.

Especially when he saw the hanged woman on the left who was still winking at him in a trance, Xue Leng felt his stomach tumbling.

Then—

Gui Zhu raised his pen and pointed at the scroll in the void, the eyes of the hanged woman on the left instantly turned red.

After a sinister smile, an illusory female ghost's head emerged from the scroll in an instant, its eyes were wide open, and the red lips full of sharp teeth instantly opened to the size of a person.

"Eh-"

There was a heart-piercing ghostly howl, and anyone who heard it would feel their scalp go numb.

The sharp and ear-piercing sound waves, like substance, wanted to travel far away, and their target was the area where the stinking monk had apparently disappeared.

The sound spread extremely fast, and after the space subjected to the force twisted and twisted for a while, a large pool of blood-red muddy water droplets instantly appeared from the void, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

Every drop of muddy water is blood-red in color and trembling constantly...

The stinky monk seemed to have been seriously injured.

However, this does not mean that he will give up resistance.

Just when he first appeared, the mud-headed corpse souls released by the stinking monk in advance, at almost the same time, suddenly carried the six demon corpses with them, and rushed towards the seriously injured stinky monk...

Inside each mud-headed corpse soul is the soul of a dead monk, which contains an incomparably huge power of resentment.

"Ding bell... ding bell..."

When the mud-headed corpses flew in front of the foul-smelling monk, a large number of mud droplets on the ground suddenly pulled up vertically in vain after a violent bell trembled, and gathered strangely in one direction again.

The volley condensed into a ferocious giant mouth, one after another swallowed the flying clay-headed corpse soul and the six demon corpse fires entrained in the clay-headed corpse soul.

"Ah... ah... help, let me out... kill me"

Countless human heads bulged outward on the huge body of the stinking monk, howling in pain, in different shapes, but without exception, everyone's face was full of painful expressions.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break through the shackles of the foul-smelling monk's body.

These voices were extremely miserable, as if someone had cast a vicious curse on them, and they were in agony.

The ground of the entire crypt trembled violently following the sound.

At the same time, the body of the foul-smelling monk's body is getting bigger and bigger. What is different from before is that at this moment, his whole body is covered in blood-like monster red, and it is getting deeper and deeper, and a bloody blood is radiating out. The smell makes people want to vomit.

The aura of the stinking monk continued to rise.

Moreover, I don't know what secret technique this stinking monk used, the six-path demon corpse fire that has not been fully refined also suddenly appeared from the surface of his body, burning blazingly.

The bewitching black fire continuously absorbs the breath of life from all around, which naturally makes people instinctively afraid.

The foul-smelling monk's behavior showed that he was still fighting for the final blow, and it was bound to be extremely violent.

"Within the same level, there are really not many people who can push me to this point, but that's all for now."

The ear-piercing and unpleasant voice of the foul-smelling monk came from the raging flames and mud corpses, like the sound of a life-threatening demon, it was frightening.

Inexplicable balls of demonic fire appeared strangely one after another around the body of the foul-smelling monk, and within each ball of demonic fire was a soul that was tormented by the flames.

"Haha, go!"

All of a sudden, the demonic fire ball all over the sky rushed towards Xue Leng's direction fiercely.

"Humph"

Xue Leng snorted lightly, only frowning.

Glancing at the excited ghost not far away, Xue Leng couldn't help but wonder what kind of method this ghost would use to capture this mad smelly monk alive.

However, just to be on the safe side, Xue Leng still released the Bone Underworld Corpse from the blood coffin, and took out the Bone Corrosion Cone.

As soon as the bone-eroding awl came out, it immediately let out a stern moan, and quickly swam around Xue Leng's body.

After doing all this, Xue Leng felt a lot more at ease, and watched the show quietly.

It seems that Gui Zhu couldn't wait for a long time. Although he was a little surprised by the astonishing strength that the stinking monk broke out in a hurry, it strengthened Gui Zhu's idea of ​​wanting to devour the opponent.

"Tsk tsk~"

After a sinister laugh, Gui Zhu jumped onto the pen holder, and the whole talisman brush came to the picture scroll of Ling Maiden Ghost Picture in a flash, and danced wildly on the scroll quickly.

Little by little, drops of magical ink with spirituality passed from the tip of the pen to the scroll, and spread out.

In a blink of an eye, the whole picture scroll seemed to come alive. After a flash of green light, the picture scroll grew overwhelmingly, and it lay directly in front of Xue Leng, protecting it behind him.

After doing all this, the demonic fire group that filled the sky attacked in front of him.

The green light flashed again, and a gigantic monster ghost head immediately stuck out its head from the scroll, opened its mouth wide, rolled its tongue, and in an instant, all the flying demon fire balls were involved. within the scroll.

Easy and freehand!

The attack was like sinking into the sea, without any waves appearing.

Afterwards, the monster Guitou still didn't forget to lick its scarlet tongue...it seemed like he couldn't get enough of it.

The smelly monk's face changed drastically.

He knows the true power of these magic fireballs best. When each one explodes, it is enough to blow up a monk in the middle of the Foundation Establishment Stage to death.

"This…"

The foul-smelling monk was suddenly dumbfounded. The mysterious picture scroll gave him a feeling of extreme horror.

Especially when he saw the weird talisman brush outside the picture scroll, he always felt that there was a pair of extremely fanatical eyes on the talisman brush, just like staring at a favorite plaything, staring at himself, which made the stinky monk feel excited. A bad sense of panic.

"Hmph, it's not that easy to catch me!"

Cruelty climbed into my heart again.

The black flames on the foul-smelling monk's body flickered, and the countless human heads inside his belly suddenly went berserk at the same moment.

The whole body also swelled up rapidly, and this foul-smelling monk actually wanted to use the power of a large number of mud-headed corpses and six demon corpses to explode his body.

After eating so many mud-headed corpse souls, if they exploded all at once, the destructive power would be no less than that of Qing Lei Mie's thunderstorm, and it is very likely to be even stronger.

"Hey, this time, I'll see how you hide again."

The bloodthirsty and ferocious face of the foul-smelling monk seemed to be not his own body, he didn't care about his own life, and he didn't have the slightest fear of death.

"This guy, has he gone crazy?"

Heartbroken, Xue Leng had to admit that although this guy was crazy, he was indeed an extremely dangerous guy in terms of strength alone.

At least this ruthlessness, I may not have it.

"If you want to die, then you can't do it, I will use your life to save it, Jie Jie~"

The one who spoke was Ghost Punisher, seeing the viciousness of the stinky monk fighting to the death, a treacherous smile bloomed on its face instantly.

"Good, good, good"

"With you, my supernatural power will definitely skyrocket again."

As if seeing the hope of advancement in the stinking monk, Guizhu's body danced wildly on the scroll again.

But this time, it turned out to be an almost crazy brushwork. The way it is depicted, each stroke contains the secret of the way of heaven, and even Xue Leng can hardly see half of the way.

"What a brilliant way to draw symbols."