From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality

When Luo Zheng tried to destroy the wall, several winning fish quietly rushed to Luo Zheng.

Just as they opened their mouths to bite Luo Zheng, a small sword came quietly and cut them into several pieces.

"Be careful, Luo Zheng," Ling Shuang reminded.

When Luo Zheng destroyed the wall, Ling Shuang also noticed the movement around.

"The wall It's hard to destroy, "Luo Zheng said with a frown.

Unable to rush out of the wall, also unable to leave the other side, and the altar of the fish in the stream, for Tiangong disciples, it is like a dead end!

Of course, those winning fish didn't hurt Luo Zheng, but the disciples of Tiangong were miserable.

From the altars in all directions, yingyu flew straight to the disciples of the heavenly palace. I don't know what means the Xiong clan and the Shennong clan used. Those yingyu ignored them automatically.

A weak disciple ran a little slower and was surrounded by a large group of winning fish. In the blink of an eye, Yang soul was torn to pieces. The pain of tearing his soul made him scream continuously, but the scream lasted only one breath and disappeared. He had been eaten clean by the winning fish.

Such screams come and go, and the Yang soul of the disciples of the heavenly palace is constantly nibbled by the winning fish, and the situation has become chaotic for a time.

Although there were many elites in Tiangong, no matter Mo Yijian or others, they were all fighting on their own.

"It can't go on like this," Luo Zheng looked at more and more winning fish. He stood on the altar and roared. At the same time, he urged his soul to burst out an amazing breath. "All the disciples of the heavenly palace, come to me!"

All Tiangong disciples were attracted by Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng had rushed in front of him, which was conspicuous. The crowd followed him, but they didn't form a shape. At his call, the elite of the heavenly palace gathered in formation and kept gathering in the direction where Luo Zheng was.

The weaker disciples of Tiangong are surrounded in the center, while the indigo souls who have the power to fight against yingyu are blocked out.

When the formation closed, back on the edge of the altar, the situation was finally eased down.

The fierce fish who have just been killed by others will be killed together!

"Don't panic, everyone!"

"We don't have the strength to fight these winning fish!"

"Since there are bears who won't let us leave, we'll fight them!"

Those elites in the heavenly palace also had a clear mind. They encouraged each other one after another, and people's confidence gradually recovered.

"Younger martial brother Luo!"

A man jumped on the altar and cried.

Luo Zheng also recognized this person's voice, but it was Gao Qizheng.

"Senior brother Gao is also here," Luo Zheng said.

"I just came to see the excitement, who knows this kind of thing happened," Gao Qizheng said.

Probably most of the disciples of the heavenly palace here want to watch the fun, and they can't rule out their intention to have the soul crystallization of the bear clan.

Luo Zheng has no time to listen to Gao Qizheng's complaint now. Many disciples of the heavenly palace are gathered together. As long as they can destroy the smoke wall, he said: "the smoke wall is very strange. If you elite of the heavenly palace have any idea, you can come and have a try!"

Luo Zheng has just tried it. Even if the heart reads the sword, there is nothing he can do about the wall.

However, these elites of Tiangong are inherited from different mountains and naturally have their own supernatural powers. Maybe someone's spiritual supernatural powers can break the wall.

After Luo Zheng finished, he jumped down from the altar and came to the outer layer of the team to help the elite of the heavenly palace kill and win the fish.

"I'll do it!"

One of the men rose from the air and stood on the altar.

"It's a leaf wound!"

"The first day of taiqingshan!"

"He may be comparable to Mo Yijian, and his accomplishments are higher than Mo Yijian!"

At this moment, the surface of Ye Shang's soul sent out a trace of purple flame. His whole Yang soul seemed to be burning. He patted his hands on the wall, and the peculiar purple fire was burning on the wall.

This magic power of soul fire is a unique soul skill of taiqingshan. Even in taiqingshan, few people can master it.

Under the burning of the soul fire, the wall only slightly changed color, but there was still no essential change.

After trying several times, ye Shang could only shake his head helplessly and jumped down from the altar, "I can't break this wall!"

"I'll do it!"

"I'll come, too!"

The elite of Tiangong took turns to fight, each displaying their unique skills.

While killing the winning fish, Luo Zheng also pays attention to the movement behind. Seeing all kinds of strange spiritual powers, he sighs in his heart.

Taiyitiangong is one of the three orthodoxy of the human race on the surface, but after all, it is made up of innumerable families. The seven mountains have their own systems and are not completely integrated.

On the other hand, there are Xiong and Shennong. They belong to the same people. They have the same blood flowing in their blood. In many cases, they have incomparable advantages over taiyitiangong.The elite disciples who believed that they might break the wall had tried again and again, but all failed.

"We can't open this wall!"

"Now what?"

"Can't be stuck here all the time?"

In all the altars, there are winning fish rushing out.

Although all of us worked together to kill a lot of winning fish, our soul power was limited after all. Although we all need the soul elixir to supplement, the soul elixir will eventually be exhausted.

It's a dead end to stay here all the time.

"How about destroying the altar?" Suddenly someone came up with the idea.

The altars summoned by the bear clan have changed from empty to real. Ling Shuang and others trample on them. As long as there is a winning fish flying out of the altar, she will kill them instantly.

There are about hundreds of altars in this area. If you can break this altar, it will still have the power of World War I!

"It's hard to guess..."

Ling Shuang's magic soul necklace is shining, and the soul sword floating around her has been cut toward the altar.

"Ding!"

The sword has been flicked away.

These altars are as strong as temples, and obviously they can't destroy them.

In addition to Ling Shuang, a few people tried it, and the same result was achieved.

Looking at this scene, Luo Zheng's brow is tightly wrinkled.

If one's own Yang soul can get away from the other side, change into a physical body and return, one should be able to smash these altars.

But if you can get away from the other side, you can also get away from it, but you don't have to work so hard

"Hua..."

The fish in the distance suddenly flies in a spiral shape, protecting a Yang soul in it. It's Ji Changjin himself.

"In your heart, there is still a chance to live?" Ji Changjin said with a smile, "let me break your illusions with my own hands, and give me the feed to win the fish!"

As his voice fell, all the mirrors on the altar showed a light golden light, and the size of the fish that swam out of those mirrors became several times larger!