The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

At this time, he was under tremendous mental pressure.

Even hazily, his consciousness was blurring, and he had a feeling of being unable to function, as if his thinking was stagnating, like a computer crashing.

A large amount of information impacted his spirit, severely affecting his thinking.

At the critical moment, a mysterious connection quietly communicated with his spirit.

The spiritual imprint within the blood demon species shared his spirit at this dangerous moment.

At this time, the blood demon's spiritual imprint has grown a lot again, nourished by his powerful body, and his pure mental strength has reached half of his original body level.

The intervention of new power shocked Li Qing's spirit and gave her a moment of respite.

Then, without hesitation, he activated his own spell.

"The Flood of Civilizations in the Heavens" and "The Invincible Body of Humanity", golden light bloomed from his body and began to resist all external invading forces.

The spirit gives birth to an endless torrent, and countless information resists the messy information that appears out of thin air in the mind.

These messy information were drowned by the torrent, shattered, and turned into nothingness.

Li Qing finally blocked the intrusion of this information and temporarily cut off contact with the shadow paper man.

At the moment of cutting off, Li Qing felt that his mind suddenly seemed to see a picture in the endless information.

Billions of stars gathered together, and the picture they reflected was so strange.

On a huge list, the wind howled, and everything was miserable.

Countless phantoms flickered on the list, and one name after another appeared on it. Behind each name was a face of resentment, fear, and despair.

One of them is his name and his face, the original face of the real "Li Qing".

Faces of anger, helplessness and despair.

The picture flashed away, and Li Qing let out a heavy breath.

"Made, it's really dangerous. I almost died."

"You really can't be careless in this world. Even if there is a shadow paper man instead, you will still encounter so many dangers."

"A little carelessness will lead to death."

At this time, his attention was focused on the picture he had just seen.

His face was uncertain, "What happened just now?"

"That image was ominous."

"List, name, resentful soul?"

"Why does this look familiar? Where and when have I seen this kind of scene?"

"At least something similar."

With a gloomy face, Li Qing feels that her future seems to be very dangerous.

"The situation is a little bad. Although the future is not set in stone, I can actually see this picture, which means that this future may happen."

A hint of fear arose in her heart, and Li Qing's eyes became colder and harsher.

"A judgment can be made based on this picture."

"It is very likely that someone will see through my existence in the future and write my name on that list."

"Then my soul entered that list, either after dying, or dying from being written on it."

“Why does this sound a bit like a Conferred Divinity List?”

There was a hint of weirdness on his face, and Li Qing shook his head.

"It shouldn't be possible. This world is not a normal Immortal Dao world."

"Then the judgment that can be made is that I should have a big enemy."

"You saw through my many hidden methods and found the real me."

"In this case, from now on, in addition to competing with heaven and earth, I also have an unknown enemy."

"I don't know who you are, but from now on, I will be very alert."

"Use all my wisdom and knowledge, the accumulated wisdom of five thousand years of civilization, and with the help of the jade plate, reverse this future that has not yet appeared."

With a cold radiance in his eyes, Li Qing connected to the shadow paper man again.

At this time, he had magic protection, and that wonderful power could no longer affect him.

He was just caught off guard just now.

The shadow paper man saw Wu De and Monk Huikong.

At this point, things didn't seem to be looking good for the two of them.

There was a strange aura about them.

Wu De's body was filled with colorful and messy auras. You could see that the skin on the back of his head was bulging slightly, as if something was trying to get out.

There seemed to be a gap on his left arm, with a strange eye squirming inside, and the gap was slowly opening.

The old monk Huikong on the side also seemed to be in some danger.

His bald head is constantly growing small bumps one after another. These bumps also have cracks, and they seem to be strange eyes one after another.

There seemed to be something squirming on his back, and his cassock was suddenly torn open. They were arms one after another. They were as dry as corpses, covered with countless lines, which seemed to be one after another. Weird spell.

The two people didn't know what they saw, and they fell into alienation.

Li Qing frowned, "This is very troublesome."

"In this state, even if I wanted to save them, I couldn't."

Frowning her brows, Li Qing could only feel anxious at this time.

He looked around and saw two gravels, with a slight smile in his eyes.

"It depends on your life."

"If you die here, it's not my fault."

Thinking of this, the shadow paper figures each picked up a piece of gravel, each one about the size of a fist.

The two shadow paper figures simultaneously threw gravel at the backs of the two men's heads.

The eyes growing on the head of the old monk Huikong seemed to be focusing on the gravel at this moment.

But these eyes seemed to have little power, and they were hit by stones in an instant.

An eyeball was blown out on the spot, and a piece of plasma exploded.

On the other side, another piece of gravel also hit the back of Wu De's head, hitting the bulging mass.

boom

Li Qing's throw was not weak and hit the back of their heads hard. Their heads tilted forward involuntarily.

This blow seemed to really have an effect, and the two people who were completely confused suddenly woke up half a minute.

Infinite darkness filled Wu De's chest. This darkness swallowed everything, and the mysterious fluctuations were also swallowed up completely.

The golden light of the relics rose from the head of the old monk Huikong, falling like raindrops, quickly dispelling the mysterious aura that enveloped him.

The two men retreated suddenly, waves of strength washing over their bodies.

The alienation in them slowly faded under the strength of the two of them.

Huikong Arhat's eyes were forcibly closed, and the withered arms extending from his back also faded away little by little, eventually turning into ashes.

But his breath is constantly declining, less than half of his heyday.

Wu De on the side was not much better, his face was very ugly.

"What a big loss."