Nine turns immortal

() Be careful, like walking on thin ice!

The Heavenly Burial Mountain was too strange, Wang Gan and the others did not dare to be careless at all, they walked slowly in the dark cave.

The bones under his feet creaked, adding to the weirdness.

There is no sky here, and the concept of time is a bit vague, and I don't know how long it has passed.

hum!

A huge roar resounded throughout the entire Sky Burial Mountain, and a chill suddenly rose in Wang Gan's heart, as if a great danger was imminent.

"No, be careful!"

"Hiss, the mist of the underworld, it's the mist of the underworld!"

Little Jinpeng, the little ape king roared loudly.

In the gloomy cave, there are twists and turns, extremely deep, emerald green flames are dotted in the void, at this moment, the wind howls, and a black and yellow mist emerges from the depths of the cave.

Gurgling!

The mist from the Yellow Spring, they could tell at a glance that the black and yellow mist was the mist from the Yellow Spring, but the mist from the Yellow Spring at this time was much stronger than before, extremely thick, and almost turned into a liquid.

"There is no other way but to survive!"

The group of people looked stern, and each showed their magical powers. At this time, they must not be careless, otherwise, if they are not careful, they will all be turned into bones under the mist of the underworld.

Whoosh!

The black and yellow mist was so fast that it was unbelievably fast, and it drowned Wang Gan and his party in the blink of an eye.

Wang Gan felt a sudden chill all over his body, as if cold spring water had sprinkled on his body.

At the same time, they heard endless screams again, which were endless and shocking.

There were screams that spread around the pitch-black cave, muffled and shrill. Needless to say, the mist from the underworld suddenly erupted, killing an unknown number of monks who had entered the Heavenly Burial Mountain.

Miserable, too miserable, it is almost unnecessary to know that under the mist of Huangquan, there are many bones and souls fall.

But at this time, everyone is sweeping the snow in front of the door by themselves, so they don't care about other things.

It was only then that Wang Gan truly realized the power of the mist in the underworld. This kind of mist covered his body. At first, it was cool and seemed harmless, but soon he discovered that the essence in the flesh and blood is constantly being corroded and melted.

He immediately understood in his heart what kind of poisonous gas this mist of the underworld is. Once this gas covers his body, it will continuously corrode and devour his own essence and vitality. Once the essence and vitality are consumed too much, a monk like him, The defensive strength of the body will be greatly weakened until it is corroded into a pile of white bones.

But Wang Gan's physical body is too strong. He just felt that the essence and vitality in his body were swallowed and corroded, and he immediately began to use his mysterious skills. Endless blue runes shone from every inch of flesh and blood, twisting and twisting, mysterious and complicated, just It is the nine-turn talisman that he practiced.

Wang Gan closed his eyes tightly, carefully observing the changes in his body. Every nine-turn talisman was clearly visible under his spiritual observation. The mysterious lines exuded immortal energy, sealing off all the organs in his body. Jing blood vitality, the surrounding Huangquan mist kept surging, rushing up like a flood of beasts, trying to refine and corrode his essence vitality, but in the end it was unsuccessful.

Taking a long breath, Wang Gan knew that the mist of Huangquan could not help him for the time being.

Through the heavy black and yellow mist, he could see that Bi Fang's body was burning with blue flames, and the large area of ​​the underworld mist could not pass through this layer of flame defense, and even the place where the flames and the underworld mist came into contact made a hissing sound , which seem to be counteracting each other.

"Although the fog in Huangquan is powerful, it is clear that the high-level flames are still its nemesis."

Wang Gan suddenly understood in his heart. Although the mist of the underworld is ferocious and domineering, devouring and corroding everything, the flame on Bi Fang's body has become more and more mysterious since he passed through the catastrophe. Even Wang Gan didn't know it. What kind of level it has reached, now it seems that it is absolutely incomparable, and even the mist of Huangquan has no effect on it.

Little Jinpeng and Little Ape King are fine, both of them exude a strong golden light, one is Jinpeng Battle Physique, the other is Dou Zhan Saint Physique, both are first-class divine bodies, strong Powerful, it is very difficult for Huangquan Mist to corrode their bodies. ,

"Haha, I'm really scaring myself. The mist in the underworld is said to be so powerful that even a cultivator who transforms himself into a god like Venerable Duxi can't be spared, but now, hehe, what can I do! Quack."

The little ape king jumped up and down excitedly, quacking and laughing strangely, a pair of red eyeballs constantly emitting a sharp light, sweeping around in the black and yellow mist.

"Hmph, how powerful is your Fighting Physique? It is a real combat body from ancient times, and it can eventually reach the realm of immortality. How many other monks have it?"

Little Jinpeng snorted coldly, and hit the arrogance of the little ape king hard.

"Okay, although the mist of the underworld can't help us for the time being, it will consume a lot of vitality if it goes on for a long time. We should continue to go deep. This time, we must see what kind of secrets there are in this day's funeral mountain."

Wang Gan interrupted the bickering between the two, and took the lead to step out to continue the deep and deep cave.

"Hey, little monkey, what are you capable of? It's just a tortoise shell. Look at Uncle Bi Fang's supernatural powers. Although the mist from the Yellow Spring is powerful, my Bi Fang Divine Fire can burn it up!"

Bi Fang gave a strange laugh, and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of flames, and the black and yellow mist in front of him dissipated with a chirping sound, revealing a hollow.

The little ape king's eyes were wide open, and he felt aggrieved, but he really had nothing to do with Bi Fang. Although he was a fighting maniac, it also depended on the target. Like Wang Gan, even if he was not an opponent, he was at least one The level of monks of the same generation, but Bi Fang is different.

"Hmph, you are old and immortal, you are an old monster in the realm of immortality, I challenge you? Do you think I am stupid?"

The little ape king cursed inwardly, but he never dared to say this, otherwise he would definitely be punished by Bi Fang.

Wang Gan and his group are absolute elites, even the mist of Huangquan can't help them, so they are naturally going all the way.

The dark cave, the billowing mist from the underworld, is almost endless, and this cave is also extremely deep, it is too long to know when it will end.

It's just that the most indispensable thing for monks is patience.

After about a day passed, Wang Gan and the others finally felt a different atmosphere. The black and yellow mist around them became more intense, and they could already see the mist from the yellow spring constantly falling in the void.

"Be careful, this mist in the underworld is even more terrifying."

Wang Gan suddenly discovered that the mist of the underworld here was even more powerful. His nine-turn talisman flickered with blue light frantically, and the vitality energy in his body began to be consumed at an accelerated rate.

This shows that in order to resist the erosion of the surrounding mist, it needs to spend more power.

Not to mention Little Jinpeng and Little Ape King, they were even worse than Wang Gan, the golden light emerging from his body dimmed a bit, he didn't even want to say a word, all his attention was completely concentrated, resisting the corrosion of the mist of the underworld.

From this point, it can be seen that the Jinpeng Battle Physique and Dou Zhan Saint Physique they practiced are still somewhat different from Wang Gan's Nine-Turn Divine Physique to a certain extent.

One step forward, time and space changed, the deep and narrow stone cave disappeared, and what was displayed in front of Wang Gan was a huge space, dark and gloomy, with the wind whistling around, sharp as a knife, Wang Gan took out a spiritual The long sword was thrown out, and a gust of Yin wind blew by, the long sword broke inch by inch, and finally turned into powder. The power of this Yin wind is staggering.

What's even more frightening is that the Yin wind is completely irregular, blowing wantonly in the void, and no one knows when this mysterious and ferocious Yin wind will appear, which can be described as another killing situation.

Looking from a distance, the world of yin and wind is endless, the deeper you go into the center, the more terrifying the yin and wind will become. Wang Qian's eyes shot out blue light, and when he looked into the deepest part, he saw that it was completely chaotic, with countless yin and winds intertwined and distorted Superimposed, finally forming a wild storm, under the heavy storm, time and space are constantly trembling, tearing and recombining.

The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, endless storms were raging, and a huge stone platform stood suspended in the midst of a jeopardy. A large storm strangled on the stone platform, but did not bring any damage.

call!

Suddenly a pitch-black cloud enveloped the center of the storm, and the stone platform disappeared in a flash, never to be seen again.

Looking up, at the foot of the distance, there is a black and yellow river, turbulent and rushing endlessly. A large area of ​​Huangquan mist emerges from the river, then passes through the edge of the space, and disappears after numerous stone caves.

This is mountainside space! ,

Wang Gan finally came to the conclusion that they had gone deep into the Sky Burial Mountain, and there was a vast space here.

This project is too terrifying, it is just a tomb, but it has such a grand vigor, it is directly built in the middle of the deep mountainside.

"Huangquan, this is a real Huangquan!"

Bi Fang's horrified voice was very abrupt and piercing in the silent space.

Little Jinpeng and Little Ape King looked a little pale now.

"That's right, this river is the real Yellow Spring. No wonder there is such a terrible mist from the Yellow Spring in Tianzhu Mountain. It turns out that there is a real Yellow Spring in the belly of the mountain!"

In Wang Gan's heart, he immediately felt admiration for the people who built all these. This is the real masterpiece. A Yellow Spring River was moved here as a means of protection.

"No? Could it be his grave?"

Little Jinpeng's complexion suddenly changed, and an inconceivable expression appeared on his face.

"It seems that it is really him, no wonder, no wonder!"

Little Jinpeng and Little Ape King sang together, as if they had discovered a peerless secret.

"What did you think of? Do you know who this is related to?"

Wang Qian was also very curious, it seems that this person should be very famous.

"Yellow Spring Demon Immortal, Yan Futu!"

Little Jinpeng burst out these words almost word for word.

As soon as the name came out, Wang Gan was also shocked.

The ghost of the underworld, Yan Futu!This person is very famous in the Tianyuan Continent. Legend has it that he was a person ten thousand years ago. At that time, even the Qingyun Sect had not been established, and the Tianyuan Sect did not know which world he was in.

Yan Futu, this demon immortal, has completely dominated the Tianyuan Continent for an entire era, and is an absolutely terrifying and powerful figure.