Treading Blood to Sky’s End Chapter 164: Xishan
.., travel to the end of the world
"This is Xishan Mountain." Uncle Lianyang looked at the low mountain. Among the cloudless mountains, only this mountain was covered with dark clouds. It looked like an extraordinary place at first sight.
The young man in blue shirt said: "There is a large formation set up by the Imperial Master in Xishan. It is full of Yin energy and contains many demons and ghosts. They were all evil creatures that caused trouble in the past and were imprisoned here after being defeated by the Holy Emperor."
"How to get in?" Zhitian asked.
No matter what kind of monsters or monsters he is, he has no fear at all because of his immortal body.
"Forced in."
The young man in blue shirt said it simply, but no one among the strangers knows how to break through. It is impossible to just keep walking in and punch through when encountering obstacles, right?
"Follow me. Mr. Zhong and Taoist friend Chao Liang are with me in front." The young man in blue shirt greeted several monks and walked towards Xishan. Uncle Lianyang and his team of nearly a hundred people slowly followed behind. .
When we arrived at the foot of Xishan Mountain, we felt like we were entering the dark night. When we got halfway up the mountain, we could no longer see our fingers.
A thin old man took out a lantern and blew into it. The lantern spontaneously ignited without fire, then floated over the heads of several people and then floated in front of the crowd to lead the way.
"Follow the bright light." The thin old man greeted, and the group set out on the road again.
After walking for another three miles on the mountain road, the lantern in front of the crowd suddenly fell from mid-air. The skinny old man's face changed and he hurriedly said: "We can't go in anymore."
The young man in blue shirt nodded, looked around and said, "Get ready."
The thin old man took out a dozen bamboo tubes from his cloak. After opening them one by one, densely packed small flying insects flew out from the bamboo tubes. Their bodies were dark except for their abdomens, which lit up like fireflies, but they were as small as mosquitoes.
In the blink of an eye, the swarm of insects gathered like clouds and mist above the bamboo tube, constantly changing shapes, sometimes becoming luminous spheres, sometimes becoming fluorescent clouds, and finally dispersed under the wave of the thin old man's sleeves.
At the beginning, the insect swarm was arranged like soldiers going into battle to kill the enemy, and dispersed step by step in an orderly manner. However, it seemed that something had been touched in the darkness, and the entire insect swarm was instantly in chaos.
The thin old man took out a bone flute at this moment, put it in front of his withered lips and blew it gently.
As the sound of the flute spread rapidly and slowly, the chaotic insect swarm gradually stabilized and continued to advance forward.
But this time, the fluorescent spots of the insect swarm in everyone's eyes no longer spread evenly, but formed fluctuations. The fluorescence was like the sea surface, rising and falling. In some places, the fluctuations were very slow, while in others they were very violent, even intense. It can shatter flying punches!
The thin old man immediately used the sound of his flute to control the swarm of insects to retreat a little. At the same time, he grasped the amplitude and location of the nearby fluctuations, and gave the young man in blue a wink.
The young man in blue shirt understood, turned around and said to everyone: "Be careful, don't go to places with strong fluorescence waves. If you get close, you will have a splitting headache at worst, and your whole body will burst into pieces."
The thin old man playing the flute continued to move forward, and the people behind him followed up one by one.
When strangers like Uncle Lian Yang came nearby, they found that the flying pattern of the fluorescent bugs seemed to be affected by a magnetic field. The arcs of the layers ranged from dense to loose, and the dense center point seemed to emit waves of fluctuations. place, but what exactly it was, no one could see clearly because it was too dark.
Zhitian was not afraid of death, so he walked over, wanting to get one to take a look. As soon as he reached the front of the insect swarm, he felt a splitting headache, but in an instant, his whole body was burning with blazing flames, and he continued with a heavy groan. forward.
"You're crazy!" The young man in blue shirt noticed something unusual behind him, looked back and immediately became angry.
Zhitian was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to walk forward for more than ten steps. There were also traces of fluctuations on his body, and they were very strong. The flames all over his body seemed to be soaked in the sloshing water, completely losing the shape that the flames should have.
After walking a few more steps, when Zhitian's flames illuminated a strange variegated stone in front of him, he realized that something was wrong. Even though his head continued to repair, the pain was so intense that he could not suppress it. He also felt vomiting, dizzy, and his whole body felt like Like being torn apart.
Finally, his body exploded and shattered to pieces.
His flesh and blood rolled in the waves, trying to heal several times but bursting to pieces several times. He was always cycled between life and death, never giving him a chance to fully recover!
The rest of the people have also noticed that if they don't care, this guy will definitely die.
Your body defies heaven and is crushed again and again. You can hold it for one day, but what about one year? What about a hundred years?
"You really don't know how to live or die." The young man in blue shirt was too lazy to pay attention and asked the thin old man to move on.
Uncle Lian Yang could not let Zhitian die here, so he immediately asked a stranger to take action.
This stranger is none other than San Wuyan.
San Wuyan puffed out a puff of smoke and turned into a hand to grab Zhitian's flesh and blood. Unfortunately, his smoke was shattered after just three steps through the flying insects.
Three or five smokes helpless.
"I'll do it." Bai Riyi put his hands on the ground. Suddenly, the broken flesh and blood of Zhitian suddenly arched up, as if being pushed out from the inside by the waves.
When they got closer, everyone realized that it was the wildly growing vegetation that pushed out Zhitian's flesh and blood.
"Chun Mu Jue?" Some monks were a little surprised when they saw this.
"That's the alien's superpower, not his cultivation." The young man in blue shirt explained.
While Zhitian was recovering, everyone continued on their way.
When Zhitian recovered, he was already at the tail end of the crane. He was so angry that he quickly chased after him.
The further they walked in, the more frequent the vibrations were. Soon they were surrounded by vibrations and could no longer move forward.
"I'll do it." Chao Liang came out, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. At the same time, the sword on his back began to tremble, and it seemed to be coming out of the scabbard on its own.
Suddenly, Chao Liang opened his eyes, pointed his sword forward and shouted: "Go."
With a "clang" sound, the sword from Chao Liang's back flew out and stabbed the varicolored rocks in front of him.
Not to mention strangers, even most of the monks present were shocked and secretly envied Chao Liang.
Flying swords are extremely difficult to cultivate. They cannot be controlled by just any sword. To make the sword have spirit, it requires a very high degree of compatibility with the sword spirit to be able to control it. It can kill people thousands of miles away.
However, the extremely powerful Feijian was struck this time.
When Feijian got within one step of the strange stone, it was as slow as a turtle crawling. The sword kept shaking and swaying, with faint waves appearing, and it seemed that it would break at any time.
Chao Liang gritted his teeth and quickly formed seals with his palms in front of him. Finally, the sword fingers of his two hands merged and he thrust forward, shouting again: "Go!"
Feijian shines brightly all over, look for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan． com seemed to have divine help. The fluctuating sword jumped straight. In the blink of an eye, it stabbed the strange rock with a dull "thud", and the strange rock shattered. The flying sword immediately turned upside down, but it was unable to return to the scabbard on its own, trembling. It fell tremblingly into Chao Liang's hands.
Chao Liang sighed: "The Imperial Master is indeed terrible!"
Having said that, he managed to break open the gap in the strange stone formation.
The group continued to move forward. After passing by the strange stone formation, the scene inside made everyone feel numb.
Although it is extremely dark here, there are countless will-o'-the-wisps floating around, and below the will-o'-the-wisps is a land of corpses with no end in sight!
Will-o'-the-wisps float out from the bones. They are as small as grains of sand at first, but gradually become as big as a fist after two pairs are combined. They can be seen to be in the shape of fire. There are also will-o'-the-wisps as big as heads, or even as huge as water tanks. , there are also some ghosts floating around like fish, and sometimes they will **** a small ball of will-o'-the-wisp into the mouth.
The devoured will-o'-the-wisp ignited the shapes of the ghosts' bodies. Some were like humans, some were like beasts, and some were as huge as giant whales, making everyone afraid to take a step!
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