Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 88 Protector of the Way

The blood blade was extremely fast, but Yan Hui's sword light was even faster!
With a sound of "stab", the splashed turbid liquid was cut into pieces with ease.

The remaining power of the sword light remained undiminished, and it bombarded the ghost fiercely with the vicious and vicious blood blade one after the other.

Directly on its chest, several terrible wounds with deep visible bones were opened.

Looking at the timing, just when Xue Leng was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, suddenly——

A ghostly laughter sounded, interrupting the movements of the two of them.

Slightly taken aback, Xue Leng put away his magical powers, and leaned towards Yan Hui.

At the same time, three figures appeared above the Styx.

Three uninvited guests who suddenly appeared!
These three people seemed to appear out of thin air, without any sound, and the ghost chess formation did not play any interception or warning function.

The appearance of the three of them, as well as the gloomy laughter, made Fang Xieying, who was dormant in the dark, stop what she was doing, and looked in the direction of the laughter in surprise.

There are three people in sight, the first one, he knows, is the well-behaved girl who just got it yesterday.

Although this woman is willing to be a furnace and let her pick it, her cultivation level is not bad, and she has already achieved the cultivation level of the early stage of foundation establishment.

But now her face is dull, her eyes are out of focus, and the blood on her face is still there.

The dark blue complexion and pale lips well explain that this woman is probably dead.

But the two standing behind this woman made Fang Xieying's pupils shrink suddenly!
Of these two, one was not tall, and his whole body was wrapped in a huge pitch-black ghost robe, his face could not be seen, only a pair of miserable green eyes floating on the distorted face.

What is even more frightening is not the person's lifeless attire, but the huge scythe in his hand.

The shape of this sickle is very exaggerated. On the long wooden pole, hangs a huge dark red blade.

The other person was a huge boorish man with an extremely ugly appearance and a big bald head.

And there are two eyes, one big and one small, the big one is like a cow, and the small one is like a chicken's eye.

The whole body is as strong as a giant bear, with exaggerated muscle strength, and there are long white bone spurs growing on many places all over the body.

This person was slightly hunchbacked, with a huge fleshy tumor protruding from his back, which was filled with extremely dense bony spurs and spears.

Not to mention how frightening the aura of the two bodies is, just this extremely exaggerated shape is enough to give people an extremely unbearable pressure.

Fang Xieying is not a fool, of course she knows that these two people are not kind people!
The unruly look disappeared from his face immediately, replaced by fear and panic.

Sweat continued to ooze from her forehead, Fang Xieying secretly glanced at Xue Leng and the two trapped in the formation.

Seeing that the two of them were both shocked and frightened, I felt a little relieved.

The sudden change did not interrupt the bloodthirsty instinct of the ghosts of the Yin Division, and they still followed the rules of Nether Death Chess, grinning and fighting towards Xue Leng.

"Noisy!"

The man in black snorted coldly, and swung the giant scythe in his hand forward, Xue Leng didn't even see clearly any movements of the other party.

Above the blood world, several phantoms of cold light appeared out of thin air and pierced the void, and then there was no scream, all the ghosts fell to the ground, and the headless corpses fell softly to the ground.

The only ones alive are Xue Leng, Yan Hui and Fang Xieying who have not moved!

The blood world of Styx became quiet for an instant, but it was filled with a strong death energy.

Fang Xieying gulped down a mouthful of saliva, her eyes widened.

The reason why he didn't move just now was because he was already frightened into a fool, and now he came to his senses, the Nether Death Chess was broken directly!
Xue Leng, who was stunned in place, was also shocked in his heart.

"Cultivator Jindan?"

Among other things, I only saw the ghost-robed monk waving his arm just now, but he didn't feel any mana fluctuations. He actually killed people invisibly and took his head thousands of miles away!

This person's cultivation is simply unfathomable, at least he is also a late Jindan monk!

"Fellow Daoist Qishan, please go and get rid of that beast that is dormant in the center of the formation."

The mysterious man in the ghost robe waved the sickle in his hand towards Fang Xieying's hiding place, signaling the sarcoid monk beside him to make a move.

"Ok!"

The sarcoma monk hummed in response, and immediately walked over there.

This time, Fang Xieying was terrified, and the spells in her eyes rotated, and she immediately put away the "Ghost Death Chess Talisman".

Without the maintenance of the true treasure talisman, the "Styx Blood Realm" also collapsed.

Fang Xieying, who was still invincible just now, also grunted, and rolled out of the air in a panic.

By the way, there was also a huge mirage monster.

This beast also seemed to sense the danger, its entire body tensed up, and its streamlined body bent into an exaggerated curve.

When the sarcoma monk approached, it jumped out, and a pair of creeping limbs waved two misty corrosive acid liquids, directly inserted into the sarcoma monk, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It reappeared, and it was already behind the head of the sarcoma monk. The body method was so weird that it was impossible to catch it with spiritual consciousness.

Even if Xue Leng knew the location of this beast in advance, he was still extremely shocked by the blow before him.

Quick, hard, accurate!
The pair of wriggling limbs bubbling with acid seemed to be weak and weak, but in fact they split mountains and cracked rocks, breaking laws and shattering bodies!

but--

The next moment, the tumor on the sarcoma monk's back swelled up rapidly, and the hard and sharp bone spurs directly pierced the demon body of the mirage shell.

He turned around, his arms squirmed strangely, the muscles on his arms more than doubled instantly, and he stretched out his arms, tearing this sea clan monster in the late stage of foundation establishment into two halves !

"Hi!~"

"Physical repair!"

Xue Leng, who had a gloomy complexion, took a deep breath!
Even his back was dripping with cold sweat.

The mirage monster, which is comparable to the fake alchemy monk, was torn into two halves, and was thrown on the ground casually.

A blinding mirage bead fell out, and was thrown into the mouth by the sarcoma cultivator. With two clicks, the steel teeth chewed and ate the incomparably hard mirage bead.

Tear the monster alive and chew its inner alchemy!
"Is this person a human or a demon?"

At this moment, Xue Leng felt that the sarcoma monk named Qishan in front of him was no longer a simple monk, but a transformed monster!

Xue Leng was better, but was shocked by the opponent's ruthless methods.

But Fang Xieying was completely frightened.

Especially after the mirage was torn apart by the other party, he lost his greatest support, and he was even more unbearable. His whole body was dripping with cold sweat, trembling unceasingly, he took two steps back, and said in a panic:
"Who are you? I am a true disciple of the Yin Luo Sect!"

"Jie Jie! Is this the strength of Yin Luozong? How ridiculous!"

Seeing Fang Xieying's ugly face, the eerie voice of the ghost-robed monk resounded faintly again.

When Fang Xieying raised her head, the ghost-robed monk had floated in front of him at some point, and the distance between the two was less than a foot.

Sensing the coldness on the opponent's body at close range, Fang Xieying was almost fainted by the chilly aura.

"Don't kill me, you can do whatever you want, don't kill me..."

Fang Xieying was completely panicked now, she said anything without hesitation in order to survive!

"Tsk tsk, if the disciple is so licentious and innocent, the master must be no better.

Although Zhenjun Guifu can barely be regarded as a character, in the eyes of this seat, he is nothing! "

"Yes, yes, please forgive me, senior!"

Fang Xieying has completely lost her temper now, and what the other party says is like a headache, and she just asks these two mysterious weirdos to let her go.

"Jie Jie!"

"Come with us!"

"Where are you going? I don't want to go anywhere...!"

Fang Xieying panicked again. When she heard that the other party was going to take her away, she was in a cold sweat. He knew exactly how much she weighed.

Under the halo of the Yin Luozong, he could still barely act like a domineering couple.

However, these two people don't even look down on Zhenjun Guifu. As an apprentice, he is naturally a fart.

"I can't help you!"

After finishing speaking, the ghost-robed monk opened his mouth to spit out, and a thick black dead mist gushed out, spraying on Fang Xieying's face.

The latter didn't even have a chance to resist. He closed his eyes and lay down on the ground.

"What a useless piece of trash!"

The ghost-robed monk's stern and disdainful voice sounded, and he snorted coldly.

"Qishan, take him with you, let's go!"

"Ok!"

The sarcoma monk agreed with a buzz, and after picking up Fang Xieying with one hand, he looked down at Xue Leng and the two below.

"Don't worry about them."

Among the two, the ghost-cloaked monk seemed to be the leader, while the sarcoma freak was reticent and mostly just obeyed orders.

While speaking, the sarcoid monster had already drifted away into the distance.

And that eerie ghost-robed monk was leaning on a sickle, and his miserable green eyes turned around on Xue Leng.

At this glance, Xue Leng was terrified!
I almost stopped breathing!
Fortunately, it was just a glance, and then retracted his gaze to the convenience, then turned his head and flew out into the sky.

And the female cultivator who had been standing there just fell to the ground with a "plop", as if falling apart.

It was obviously useless, and the ghost-robed monk took back the technique of controlling the dead body, completely turning it into a dead body.

After another long while, nothing unusual happened in front of my eyes.

Xue Leng breathed a sigh of relief, and pouted towards Yan Hui with a look of fear.

Yan Hui didn't dare to move, and said in a trembling voice:
"Fake baby monk, you can't be wrong, the cultivation of this ghost robe monk is not as simple as golden core!"

"That grotesque monster that doesn't look like a human is most likely an eighth-level monster that has just transformed!"

Xue Leng didn't answer when he heard the words, and even his expression didn't change, he just thought quietly.

After waiting for a long time, I still didn't see anyone returning, presumably the two of them had achieved their goal.

It's just that they don't know why the two want to catch Fang Xieying, a Fang Xieying who is in the late stage of foundation establishment, is it worth the other party's mobilization?

It even took a lot of trouble to send out two "Yuanying monks" to arrest people. Isn't this a little too unbelievable?

Or, are these two people from the Xueqi family?Is it the Taoist guardian that True Monarch Blood Feather specially arranged for him?

Of course, this is just a thought in my heart.

Now that the person has gone far, it is not easy for him to ask.

After being silent for a while, Xue Leng looked at the sky and said:

"Brother Yan, if there is nothing else to do, I will leave first, and you please leave as soon as possible, otherwise things will change!"

After speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave.

Yan Hui heard the words, nodded, then turned around, intending to leave.

Suddenly, just as Xue Leng was about to fly the imperial weapon, Yan Hui thought of something, and suddenly shouted loudly:

"Brother Han wait a minute, wait a moment..."

Xue Leng's body stopped in mid-air, then swayed and floated back to the original place.

"Anything else?"

As if hearing the impatience in his words, Yan Hui showed embarrassment, but quickly adjusted back, seeing Xue Leng's questioning expression, and said seriously:
"I don't know where Brother Han is going, but you want to go to Beihai?"

Xue Leng didn't speak, his eyes showed a look of inquiry, but he didn't know what the other party was asking for.

Seeing this, Yan Hui chuckled, took out something from his bosom, handed it to Xue Leng and said:
"Hehe, brother Han, don't be surprised, it's just that I suddenly thought of something that might be of some use to your trip."

Having said that, he paused and said with a smile:

"Although I don't know why Brother Han wants to hide his heel, but with this thing in hand, it will definitely save a lot of effort when heading to Beihai!"

Xue Leng was slightly surprised when he heard this, and said, "Oh?"

Received it, but saw that it was an iron token with a piece of jasper wrapped in the middle, with a small "purple" character on it, and three red threads tied at the end.

"Token?" Xue Leng asked subconsciously with doubts in his eyes.

Sure enough, seeing his suspicious eyes, Yan Hui chuckled and said:
"This is the token of Purple Realm Valley. If Brother Han needs it in the future, he can hold this token and come to the city that never sleeps to look for me."

Hearing this, Xue sneered and said, "Thank you very much, goodbye!"

This time Yan Hui didn't say anything to keep him, Xue Leng moved and put the iron token into the storage bag.

Immediately, he stood up vertically, swiped in the void, then zigzagged, and stepped onto the purple jade flying boat.

Immediately, it turned into a vague afterimage, quickly disappeared in the vast night, and disappeared in the northern sky.

Yan Hui stood at the same spot, looking at the background of Xue Leng's departure, until his figure disappeared quickly, until even the afterimage was gone, and then sighed:

"Tianfu Gemini really lives up to their reputation..."

After feeling for a while, he also cleared up his mood, straightened his body, turned into a sword light, and flew towards the direction of Xianyuan City.

For a moment, as the two left one after another, the entire wilderness returned to silence, but there was a faint smell of blood in the wind.

three days later.

North Sea border.

At dusk, in the boundless forest, the sky was already dim.

Panting heavily, a gray-clothed Taoist fled wildly under the shadow of dense branches at an extremely fast speed.

It's just that the movement is too loud, even ordinary people can see it at a glance, not to mention the vicious evil cultivators behind.

After another three to five miles of running, the gray-clothed Taoist had already heard the scream coming from behind.

　A lot of boring fighting plots have been deleted, half of the second update has been written, and it will be posted later.

　　The comments are invisible, and the unified answer is that there is no heroine in this book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)