Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

The God Lord is the supreme existence in Nishang Cave, and these loose cultivation techniques are all given by Yueji, the God of Nishang Cave. Without Yueji, Nishang Cave would not be as powerful as before.

"Jiu Ming, you ungrateful thing." The purple robe loose cultivator rushed to Jiu Ming, his robes burst into terrifying power, while he punched Jiu Ming's head fiercely, he quickly transformed into tattoos all over his body, using his own strength. Raised to the limit.

At this time, he could not wait to smash all the bones on Jiu Ming's body into pieces, and even so, he was not relieved.

The other scattered cultivators in the Nishang Cave all rushed in frantically, staring at Jiu Ming with hatred in their eyes. The white-bearded powerhouse came first, and rushed to Jiu Ming first. He and Jiu Ming had a master-disciple relationship.

All the techniques on Jiu Ming’s body were given by this white-bearded strong man. Without the white-bearded strong man, Jiu Ming would not be able to become a loose cultivator. The head shattered directly.

The cultivators rushed in front of Jiu Ming for a moment, but they stopped extraordinary, and the cultivators only felt that a terrifying energy was blooming around Jiu Ming, as if it was affecting the progress of every loose cultivator.

"It's Jiuyou murderous aura!"

"How come Jiu Ming?"

"Is this Jiu Ming or Wraith?"

Qiang Xiu couldn't hold back his regret any longer, and couldn't help but speak one after another. They seemed to understand what Sun Wukong had done, and it seemed that this was what happened in front of him.

This Jiu Ming is no longer the Jiu Ming they knew, but a completely unfamiliar ghost!

Yue Ji, who fell to the ground, raised her head with difficulty. She was struck by Wraith's powerful blow, which was completely unexpected. If she was not a strong person in the realm of God, she would be directly shattered by power.

Several strong cultivators surrounded Yue Ji, Yue Ji sat quietly on the ground, slowly concentrating, trying to condense her inner spiritual power, at this time Yue Ji already had the answer in her heart.

He remembered the back of Sun Wukong when he left, and felt only guilty in his heart.

"God Lord, what about this? Those people are obviously not Wraith opponents." Beside Yue Ji, a strong cultivator said nervously, and several Nishang Dongtian scattered cultivators in the distance were attacked by the ghosts transformed by Jiu Ming, and they retreated one after another. Five people It was impossible to injure the Wraith.

There are even signs of being suppressed by the Wraith.

"These corpses all over the mountains and fields are all made by this ghost, and the resentment in its body... I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with." If Yue Ji was not injured, there would still be a chance to deal with the ghost in the distance.

But now Yue Ji has already been seriously injured, and it is impossible to fight against the Wraith in the distance, and the strength of Yue Ji alone is far from being able to compete with the Wraith.

"Here, are we going to escape?" Qiang Xiu continued, looking into the distance worriedly. At this time, Zipao Sanxiu already had three wounds on his body, and his movements became slower and slower.

The situation of the surrounding cultivators was not much better. The sound of fighting continued, and several cultivators kept retreating, completely suppressed by a ghost.

"Deal with the Wraith."

Yueji gritted her teeth to catalyze the spiritual power in her body, and the eight major veins around her bloomed again. At this time, there was a faint blood dripping from the corner of Yueji's mouth.

Chapter [-] Ten Thousands of Resentments, Evolving Divine Runes

Seeing Yue Ji's appearance, the scattered cultivators hurriedly stopped in front of Yue Ji.

If Yue Ji was not in the way, the scattered cultivators would never stop Yue Ji at all, but now that Yue Ji was already injured, she was injured by a violent blow from the Wraith.

The black light around the Wraith continued to flicker, and several mysterious rays of light gradually lit up behind him, which seemed to turn into a wall of gods.

Several Nishangdongtian strong cultivators around him glanced at each other, and they all realized the hidden power in the wall of God, which was definitely tens of millions of times stronger than the one in front of him.

In the distance, Yue Ji sensed a lot of dangerous aura, and tried to draw the medicinal effect of the elixir in her mouth. The traces of spiritual energy scattered into the limbs and bones, forcibly catalyzing, and trying to keep herself in the most perfect state.

At this time, she already understood in her heart that the ghosts in the distance mastered the mysterious method, and the wall of gods that suddenly burst was full of resentment.

In the Nishang Cave, several loose cultivators retreated one after another and retreated to Yue Ji's side. Several people looked in all directions, and the eight natal patterns were still shining, their strength was not diminished.

But those veins don't seem to cause any damage to the guy in the distance at all, and the ghost forcibly occupies Jiu Ming's body, already mastering Jiu Ming's understanding of the veins.

If so, it is difficult for these lines to hurt the Wraith.

When everyone returned to Yue Ji, they all noticed something was wrong, and they all changed their color.

"This ghost should absorb the resentment of ten thousand monsters... I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with." Yi Sanxiu couldn't help but speak, the robe on his body was already broken into strips of cloth, swaying in the wind.

"You old fellow, are you afraid? It seems that I have passed a lot of peaceful days in Nishangdongtian." Zipao Sanxiu's eyes lit up, and he looked back at the Sanxiu, and there seemed to be a few traces of contempt in his eyes.

The purple robe loose cultivator is a complete warmonger of war. As long as there is a battle, the purple robe loose cultivator will definitely attack without hesitation and fight towards the distant loose cultivator without even the slightest hesitation.

Even if injured.

At this moment, there were several wounds on Zipao Sanxiu's body, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

"Once the power inside the wall of God is dumped, I am afraid that God Wujing can stop it, I will wait..." Loose Xiu continued to speak, his voice was extremely weak, but it fell into the ears of everyone present.

What this scattered cultivator said is true. The wall of gods that gathers power in the distance is obviously not that simple. At this moment, the power is constantly condensing and entwining, turning into several rays of light, which will brighten the night around like day.

A layer of black gas turned into resentment and wrapped around the wall of God, completely illuminating the originally dull wall of God.

"The veins are depicted on the wall of God, this...that's the veins from the underworld!" The white-bearded strong man beside the purple robe loose cultivator exclaimed, only to feel shocked!

Patterns from the underworld.

The veins are just a general name for this kind of method in Nishangdongtian. In fact, there are countless kinds of veins, which can be transformed into the flesh and blood veins in the flesh, and the bone veins scattered into the bones, which can be condensed on the weapon of the sword. There are even other kinds of spell patterns!

What Zipao Sanxiu cultivates is the legendary bone pattern, and his physical body is extraordinarily powerful. These are completely dependent on the power of the bone pattern.

"Underworld."

At a glance, Yue Ji found out what the dark pattern on the wall of gods was. It seemed that there was no god wall at all, it was the legendary wall from the underworld...

"I know Jiu Ming's knowledge about the pattern. How could that guy have cultivated to the current state? The mystery of the pattern is so extraordinary that even the Lord of God should be difficult to understand. Why does this guy..." The white-bearded strong man was the most surprised.

Jiu Ming followed him to cultivate, and he cultivated basic patterns since childhood, and he has not yet reached the point where he can cultivate profound patterns on his own.

If the realm is not enough, forcibly cultivating the underworld pattern, it will inevitably be counterattacked by the underworld pattern, and the body will explode and die.