Chapter 148 The Great Horror

  Lu Bei made fun of himself, got a blank eye from She Heng, and frowned deeply when he saw the two behemoths coming in and out seven times, crushing the monks back and forth with their invulnerable bodies.

   There is a problem with the secret realm, there is a problem with the formation, and the owner of the two evil dragons naturally has a problem.

   Fighting the young and getting old is the eternal meaning of the immortal world.

  The younger ones are so hard to serve, and the old ones don’t know how exaggerated they are. As a weak innate, Lu Bei didn’t want to make fun of himself, but the Golden Scale Snake couldn’t let it go, so he could only wait with She Hean.

   "Let's talk first, at most one cup of tea. If Sister Snake doesn't come back, I'll leave by myself." Lu Bei took out the white plain dust sword, raised his hand and flicked the sword's edge.

   has seen it all, he didn't touch the fish, in case he killed the evil dragon, he would get a share of the credit, and he would also get a share of the dragon tendons and bones.

  She Hen didn't respond, the snake pupils flickered with golden light, and the vision switched to the perspective of the golden scale thin snake, ordering him to find the position of the heart, and give the evil Jiao a savage bite.

  Boom!

   The sky and the earth exploded, and the surrounding ruins of the Land of Bones appeared one after another.

  For some unknown reason, all the monks who entered the secret realm were teleported here.

   Thousands of miles of white bones filled the sky with flames, surrounded by fierce blood and evil spirits, and monks at the level of congenital and gods were fighting in the air, making the monks with ordinary cultivation levels dumbfounded.

   In the crowd, the disciples of Emperor Jizong occupied a corner, and the two chief stewards, Lin Fengxian and Zhao Yingxiong, took the lead. Seeing the evil Jiao raging in the audience, no one could control them, and their faces were extremely ugly.

   Just driven away the minions of the Iron Sword Alliance, the two chief stewards looked at each other, and they both saw embarrassment in each other's eyes.

  It is impossible to fight, the ghost knows how many evil Jiao there are here.

   Zhao Yingxiong raised his arms and called on the monks to quickly find a way out. He sneered a few words, and told them to work harder if they didn’t want to die.

  Thousands of monks spread out after hearing the words, because most of them are really average, and those who can't jump over the sea of ​​​​fire and enter the central area can only move around the ruins, so the scene...

   Large rescue excavation site.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Yingxiong's eyes were filled with contempt again. He said earlier that the ruins have not yet been discovered, and that people are not allowed to enter rashly. If they don't listen, everyone thinks that they have a great chance. Graves can't be found.

   "Hoohoho——"

   Smelling the sudden presence of a large number of strangers, the two evil scorpions were refreshed and excitedly swam high into the sky, towards the surrounding ruins.

  The freshly served dishes are average in taste, flavor, and taste. They don’t mind taking a few bites.

  What kind of cultivation are the two evil Jiaojiao, thousands of cultivators together are not enough for them to spray one mouth, one mouth on the left, one mouth on the right, within a moment of effort, hundreds of people have been reduced to food.

Lin Fengxian and Zhao Yingxiong just pretended they didn't see it, and the blame was not worth pity, so they ordered a dozen disciples to form a formation to protect themselves. .

   "Listen to the cultivator in the spiritual realm present, I am Lin Fengxian, the chief steward of Ningzhou of the Emperor Jizong. These two dragons are very capable, and they cannot be fought by one person. Today, there is no suspicion of Dao demons, only the same way of survival..."

   "Everyone, don't move now, when will you wait?"

  “…”

   shouting, it's useless, the cultivation base has reached the transformation of the gods, and no one is willing to be used by Lin Fengxian as a spearman without a little thought.

  Lin Fengxian laughed angrily, scolded the unintentional people, and confronted Zhao Yingxiong with the last evil dragon.

   The two of them were in front of each other, pinching the seal with five fingers, regardless of the mana consumption, the breath of the whole body skyrocketed, and they joined forces to strike a terrifying punch.

The    fists roared, squeezing out countless air waves, and the huge fist-printed hills slammed on the top of the evil Jiao.

  The earth-shattering bang, the body of the evil Jiao stagnant, fell into the sea of ​​​​fire, and shook his head frantically after getting up to dispel the drowsiness. The strength of the body was terrifying.

   "Crash-"

Vomited.

  Evil Jiao vomited blood, but instead of being blasted out by the fist marks, he was dizzy and dizzy.

   The filthy flesh and blood can't be seen, falling into the sea of ​​blood, crackling and popping the sound of popping beans, and a golden lump with a diameter of two meters is the most conspicuous.

  Yuantong broke the golden ball, touched his bare head with lingering fears, looked up at the fierce battle, and flew straight away without thinking.

   "The two big stewards wait a moment, Longding Temple Yuantong is here!"

The    violent shout shook the air, Yuantong swung his fists, carried the supernatural power of the dragon and elephant, opened the way with his elbows, and slammed into the evil Jiao like a cannonball, knocking it straight in the air.

  Lin Fengxian was overjoyed when he saw his powerful teammates show up, no matter who Yuantong was, he praised loudly: "It turns out to be an eminent monk of Longding Temple, no wonder there is such a god..."

   "Male Gobi, this long snake's skin is really hard to break. If I had known this, the poor monk should have smoothed out the abbot's Jie Dao together." Yuantong spat fiercely, and rushed out with another elbow.

  Lin Fengxian: "…"

  The beautiful words made his praise pale in an instant, and he just shut up, as if nothing had happened.

  Three tyrannical cultivators, who were proficient in melee combat, joined forces to suppress the arrogance of an evil dragon.

   Another…

   It may be because of eating a bad stomach, or because of other reasons, the eyes are bulging, and the neck is swollen like a balloon. It vomited black blood, rolled around in the sea of ​​fire like crazy, and was attacked by the monk's magic weapon, but it just ignored it.

   Is it so powerful?

  Lu Bei murmured in his heart, and saw a golden light penetrating into the sea of ​​blood from afar. Knowing that it was the golden-scaled snake who had successfully retreated, he couldn't help but admire its fierce poison.

   Obviously, the golden-scaled snake got the opportunity of the bloodline of the snake god, and was reborn like She Hean, and can no longer be viewed with the old eyes.

  Lu Bei thought about getting close to Sister Snake, lest one day She would let a snake bite someone, and he would lose hundreds of millions of assets in a drowsiness.

  Evil Jiao was poisoned, Lu Bei could see it, and the other monks onlookers were no exception. They let them take their lives and shake their heads faster than the other, but let them beat the underdogs, and they had nothing to say.

   There are three people from Yuantong and Zhuyu in front, and a few low-key gods predict that this battle will be won without doubt. Remembering the loot harvest, the attack is ruthless and heavy. For a time, the lightning storm whistled continuously, and the sword light magic weapon emerged in an endless stream, pressing the evil dragon to roar, but it was impossible to get up.

  She shook her head lightly when she saw this, and touched the gold bracelet on her wrist that she didn't know when to return. She had a magical power of change. She wanted to use the evil Jiao to try it out, but right now, there was no room for her to use it.

  Lu Bei paddled with the crowd, his sharp eyes saw the aura of the evil Jiao flies away, his right hand suddenly tightened the Suchen sword, and in the endless frost surge, a blazing white light was drawn.

   The brilliance buzzed, layers of folds in the space it passed, tearing apart the sky at an unimaginable speed, almost at the moment when the sword was raised, the sword light smashed into the head of the evil Jiao.

   Black tainted blood shot out, one of the horns of the evil Jiao was broken, and a large gap was torn at the forehead.

   It spit out a large black mist with hatred, and the rich evil spirit caused the whole world to be in chaos, the bone mountain collapsed, and the blood sea swept the four directions.

   "I found it, the teleportation array is here!"

   In the crowd, a big man found the teleportation array behind the pillar.

   His appearance is not amazing, and there are no bright spots to speak of. The same is true of the female nun standing next to him, her face is sallow and unsmiling. If there is any merit, it is probably a pair of straight long legs.

  The cultivators felt as if they had been granted amnesty, and Wu Yaya rushed towards the teleportation formation. Seeing this, the big man hurriedly pulled the female cultivator to take a step forward.

Before    stepped into the teleportation array, a talisman was snuffed out, and a message was sent to Lu Bei from afar.

  It is not a place to stay for a long time, leave quickly!

   After receiving the sound transmission of the three foxes, Lu Bei was even more motivated to go, seeing that the evil Jiao was clearly venting more air than he was taking in, but he would never die if he hung it in one breath, and his heart was unwilling.

   chopped off this sword, without turning his head, he greeted She, and quickly retreated to the teleportation formation.

   "Why is there a teleportation formation over the ruins, didn't you say in the sea of ​​blood?" She said quickly.

  Lu Bei remained silent. There was indeed a teleportation formation in the sea of ​​​​blood that was connected to the outside world, and was the only way to leave this place, and the teleportation formation in the ruins...

   Forgive him for bold speculation, it was not there before.

  The sea of ​​blood was billowing with anger, and a group of black shadows wandered under the sea, as if something terrifying was about to appear in the world.

A few god-turning cultivators, who were thinking about the spoils, were terrified in their hearts. His body fell straight down, and a large splash of water exploded.

  Yuantong and the two chief stewards of Emperor Jizong were the same. They didn't dare to stay for a long time.

   In the sea of ​​blood, a blurred figure stood still, watching the crowd of people fleeing in all directions.

  Beside him, a head of evil Jiao crawls and bows his head...

  …

  [You defeated Jiao XIV and gained 4 million experience. After the opponent's level is determined, the disparity is greater than 20, and the reward is 4 million experience]

  Outside of Huolong Mountain, away from the entrance to the secret realm, Lu Bei greeted She Hean and found a bush to squat down. Seeing the latter silently took a half step back, he didn't ask for it. He squatted alone and waited for Fox Sanxun to come.

   "There is still a reward for defeating it, it's outrageous, no, it's fair and just, I wish the programmer full of black hair..."

  Lu Bei whispered BB, seeing the evaluation of the disparity greater than 20, he roughly understood the reason why the secret realm suppressed the mana, not for the blood food, but a shackle, tying the evil Jiao to make them honest and obedient.

   "This donor, the poor monk is tactful and polite."

   A sturdy aura came from his face, Lu Bei didn't move, and he knew with his toes that if he was low-key and didn't attract any attention, the monk should be looking for She Hean.

   "This benefactor with a handsome face and extraordinary temperament, the poor monk is tactful and polite."

   "It turned out to be Master Yuantong, Ningzhou Ding is here, why is he here?" Lu Bei stood up, corresponding to the keyword, yes, it was him.

"To be honest, the poor monk went down the mountain this time and made a special trip to find the golden remains of his junior and junior brothers. I wonder if the donor saw it?" grasp.

  “…”

   (end of this chapter)