Purgatory

Chapter 191

The first peak of Yuan Mang.

There are brilliant auras criss-crossing, covering a large flat rocky land on the top of the mountain, and the auras are like sharp knives, showing a cold and seductive sharp edge.

Seen from a distance, the intertwined dense rays of light shrouded the top of the mountain, just like the spiritual power shield sacrificed by practitioners.

There was a fifth-level demon armored beast with stinky fangs secreting stinky mucus. It was instructed by a demon-scale warrior to secretly climb up the stone steps below.

"Crack!"

Its natural armor as strong as gold and iron, when it touched those sharp auras, the scales were cut and shattered.

The fifth-level demon armored beast, blood spattered amidst the wailing sound, retreated in fear.

Yang Rui, standing on the edge of the mountain, moved a long and narrow flame knife, and slashed at the magical beast that appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey!"

The flame knife slashed and pulled out a dazzling river of swords, tearing the magic armor beast apart instantly.

"As expected of Yang Rui."

Mrs. Hua praised without hesitation.

Many casual cultivators with superb cultivation bases on the top of the mountain, as well as people from Blood Moon and Yinling Temple, also nodded secretly.

Yang Rui, who is brave and good at fighting, guards a corner of the mountain with his cultivation base of Dongxuan Realm. Whenever there are fierce beasts of different races appearing, he will fight with his sword.

For ferocious beasts and alien warriors below level six, once they touch the "Tiangang Tuling Formation" and get injured, almost no one can escape as long as he makes up the knife again.

Even the sixth-level warriors of the Demon Scale Clan and the powerful celestial clan warriors who waved their wings were a little afraid of his power.

"It's all Tiangang Tuling Formation, which is infinitely mysterious."

Yang Rui shook his head unapologetically, and said with a calm expression: "If you hadn't created the Tiangang Tuling Formation and connected it to the spirit veins of Yuanmang Broken Land, continuously absorbing spiritual power to cooperate with this amazingly powerful giant The first peak of Yuan Mang should have fallen long ago."

Under the brilliance of the sun, Yang Rui, who had a stalwart figure, exuded a faint brilliance all over his body.

On the robe on his body, the pattern of a scorching sun is even more dazzling, making him look like the son of the sun god.

The female cultivators from all walks of life had beautiful eyes glowing with brilliance, and they all admired and admired him somewhat.

Most women are Mu Qiang.

Yang Rui's talent is outstanding, his personal combat power is incomparably outstanding, he is tall and stalwart, and he is the proud son of the Sun Sect.

With all these factors together, he couldn't keep a low profile.

"It is also the result of everyone's concerted efforts."

Madam Hua, who was mentally exhausted, did not forget to wink at him, and then sighed: "After this battle, the spiritual vein buried deep in the heart of Yuan Mang may take hundreds of years to recover to its original state. "

Sacrifice the "Tiangang Tuling Formation" to resist the fierce offensive of alien races, which is to overdraw the potential of the underground spiritual veins.

"Just hold on for a while."

Lou Yunming from the Yinling Temple had just fought with a sixth-level demon scale fighter. He took out a Soul Cultivation Pill and swallowed it a little tiredly, saying: "I have already reported to our leader with a secret method. The leader Over there, it is said that the flying spirit weapons of all parties have recently carried people and things in the lower realm..."

While speaking, he looked at Jiuyuan of Blood Moon, and Wei Wenhan of Lie Yangzong.

When the alien race appeared, Elder Wei Wenhan of Lieyang Sect hurriedly wanted to rush to the mountain where the fire cloud boat was moored.

On the way, he and Yang Rui encountered a crazy attack from alien races and ferocious beasts, and were forced to retreat back to the first peak of Yuanmang.

"Well, I know that the situation is special, and the support from all parties will not arrive too soon."

Wei Wenhan nodded, glanced at Tianqiong, and said in a bad mood: "The way the superiors have always done, as long as they know that the invading alien race has not exceeded the seventh level, they will probably sit idly by."

Jiu Yuan, who was in a bad mood, cursed: "The foreign race who came to invade may just know the habits of the superiors, so they don't use the seventh-level strong men and beasts!"

Cao Mang was sullen and didn't dare to say anything.

He also occasionally went to the Second Realm, so he naturally knew what Wei Wenhan and Jiu Yuan said had happened often before.

In some of the forbidden areas of the third realm, if there are terrifying beasts of a different kind, as long as the upper level determines that the level is less than seven, the lower sects will handle it by themselves.

Only when it is really impossible to deal with it, and the major sects have suffered heavy losses, will the superiors arrange people to solve it.

It's like some kind of default rule.

"How did they come here, we must find out!"

Wei Wenhan, dressed like an old Confucian scholar, held a ruler and frowned at Cao Mang.

Cao Mang suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "I opened the Tiangang Slaughtering Formation, and I took the lead in killing so many alien races and beasts. Can't you wash away your doubts about me?"

Wei Wenhan's face was indifferent: "The private transaction between you and the alien race of the fifth realm is real. Who knows if it is because you leaked some news and provided the alien race with some key spiritual materials, which led them to lock the Yuanmang Broken Land , created a mirror tunnel?"

"Wei, if you slander me maliciously, get the hell out of the first peak!"

Cao Mang was furious.

He was extremely aggrieved, so he naturally knew that someone was trying to frame him.

But he still couldn't figure out who had the power to kill these invading aliens at his invitation.

"Cao Mang."

Wei Wenhan called him by his first name, waved his sleeves and said arrogantly: "You should think about it carefully, what should you do after this battle."

"The superiors will definitely pursue it. No matter whether you have invited the foreign race or not, since the matter happened in the Yuanmang broken land under your jurisdiction, you cannot get rid of it!"

As soon as this remark came out, Cao Mang's face became even worse.

……

Deep canyon.

Fang Boxuan, who had briefly communicated with Jiu Yuan using the blood talisman, glanced at the storage bags on Bai Guanjie and Chen Min.

In the central area of ​​the two corpses, the utensils of his brothers in the Xiantian realm were also there.

"Pang Jian left in a hurry, probably because he was afraid that I would come to kill him, so he didn't have time to take the storage bag away."

Fang Boxuan thought to himself.

"Senior Sister Chen, I'm really not an elm lump, it's because of your poor looks that I'm not interested in picking it..."

Fang Boxuan, who muttered softly, tore off the storage bag that Chen Min left behind, and walked forward again.

The corpse was permeated by the cold air, and the several Xiantian Realm brothers who were like ice sculptures were hidden, and he walked along one by one.

Finally, he came to Bai Guanjie's body.

Looking at the senior brother who was stabbed from the top of his head by the shock gun, Fang Boxuan sighed: "Brother Bai, you are really unlucky. You were the one who rushed to the front, and you were the one who died the worst. You are the one to blame." Didn't figure out the opponent's cultivation realm."

"What a pity."

He shook his head and tore off the storage bag from the corpse's waist.

"after……"

Fang Boxuan muttered softly.

Just when he was about to check what was hidden in the storage bag, his expression changed suddenly.

"Whoosh!"

A blood-red mask was hastily sacrificed by him.

Bai Guanjie's body exploded without warning!
"Boom! Boom!"

Among the sputtered limbs and pieces of flesh, the bursting power of heavenly thunder suddenly emerged, and lightning and thunder condensed into a ball of light, and he groaned and retreated violently against the spiritual power shield as he crashed.

Feeling the sudden explosion of terrifying power, Fang Boxuan said with a gloomy expression, "Despicable!"

In the depths of the canyon extending to the fourth peak, a tall figure wearing a blue robe and a sword tower logo on the chest suddenly emerged, and quickly approached Fang Boxuan.

"Pang Jian, what you are wearing is actually a sword tower robe!"

Fang Boxuan cried out in shock.

"Qi Qingsong sought for me a place as a disciple of the outer sect of the Sword Tower. As long as I go to the Sword Tower in the second realm, I can use this token to enter the sword tower's music book."

Pang Jian pointed to the sword-shaped token hanging on his waist.

"They are not Jiuyuan. You just need to wear this clothes to prove that you have the power of the Dongxuan Realm. They dare not touch you at all. Why do you want to kill them all?"

Fang Boxuan, who had suffered a dark loss, always maintained the existence of the shield, and silently stepped back a few steps when speaking.

Just as he was about to get close to those bodies that had been infiltrated by the cold force and had ice crystals on their surfaces, Fang Boxuan's mind tightened.

Fearing that there might be "Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder" hidden inside those corpses, he hurriedly avoided them cautiously.

"Without this clothes, I should die?"

Pang Jian said indifferently.

Fang Boxuan's words froze.

"Leave the storage bag in your hand, and you can leave the canyon, because there are more important things in it." Pang Jian snorted, and walked towards Fang Boxuan step by step: "The seven of you, before you say After my name, except for you who hesitated, the other six people immediately showed murderous intent."

"Six people also chased and killed me one after another when I was escaping."

"Since they have malicious intentions, and since they want to get rid of me and seize a huge amount of spirit stones, why can't I kill them?"

Pang Jian said while walking.

Fang Boxuan frowned, with thoughtful eyes, and did not refute.

"Storage bags, more important things..."

Subconsciously, with his cultivation in the middle stage of the Dongxuan Realm, he released a wisp of divine consciousness.

He intends to see what is in Bai Guanjie's storage bag that Pang Jian attaches so much importance to.

As soon as he entered it with consciousness.

"Pong!"

From the opening of the storage bag, a cloud of blue-gray smoke suddenly emerged.

As soon as the smoke came out, Fang Boxuan let out another muffled snort, and when a wisp of spiritual consciousness was wiped out, his body was also shrouded in gray smoke.

"Pang Jian, you must die!"

Fang Boxuan screamed, and hurriedly threw away Bai Guanjie's storage bag, a blood jade pendant on his chest suddenly shone brightly.

The light escaped into the depths of his brows and tightly wrapped his sea of ​​consciousness to resist the infestation of the "poison-quenching ghost miasma".

"I've never seen such a despicable and shameless person like you!"

"Junior Sister Zhao from Hongshan is really blind to plead for someone like you!"

"First it was Jiuxiao Xuanlei, and then it was the poisonous ghost miasma, and they lied to me with words, deliberately saying that there is something important in it..."

Fang Boxuan flew away cursing.

He was full of grievances and depression, feeling deeply hurt by someone.

There were a total of six corpses of senior brothers and sisters in a line from Chen Min to Bai Guanjie, starting from Chen Min, no matter the corpses or the storage bags, there was nothing abnormal.

Until the last Bai Guanjie, he thought there would be no problem, but he didn't expect...

Fang Boxuan wanted to cry but had no tears.

He has already realized that Pang Jian used the corpses in front of him to make him completely let go of his vigilance, and then suddenly activated the "Nine Heavens Thunder" in Bai Guanjie's body, and then deliberately calculated him with words, asking him to use his spiritual sense to investigate and then trigger the "Quenching Thunder". Poison ghost miasma".

All kinds of calculations are extremely vicious, if not for the life-saving treasure, he might have died in the canyon after being tricked.

Moreover, it is not to die in battle.

Fang Boxuan, who seldom experienced such battles, was full of bitterness and grievances. When he was running away, he looked back at Pang Jian like a scourge.

"Boom!"

Fang Boxuan, who was fleeing, was bombarded by the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder" that exploded suddenly when he passed a broken rock.

Pang Jian arrived with a gun.

He swung the gorgeous moon blade and starlight, pulled out a series of extremely cold ice edges, and attacked Fang Boxuan like a storm.

"puff!"

Fang Boxuan spit out blood, and when the spiritual shield exploded, he took out another blood bead to protect his whole body.

The wine-red light waves rippled round and round, and only lasted for a moment, before they were shattered by Pang Jian's bursting stabbing spear.

When the blood beads shattered, Fang Boxuan screamed with blood all over his body and face.

"Pang Jian, I have no grievances or enmities with you, I just..."

"I just!"

"Pong!"

A bronze bell the size of a palm was sacrificed by him and placed on top of his head, and the mouth of the bell burst when Pang Jian pierced it with a gun.

The person Fang Boxuan was killed was not like a human being, nor a ghost like a ghost. He bit his tongue in fear, and quickly retracted into the cracked copper bell, using the technique of blood escape that overdraws his potential and went away like electricity.

"Pang Jian, you must die!"

Fang Boxuan's screams of ghosts and wolves echoed all the way.

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　Cough cough, ask for a monthly ticket, ha, it's normal three shifts, you should be able to ask for a ticket, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)