The road near the exit once again makes people feel the awkwardness of the light bending, and they can see their backs.
"Everything has omens." Wang Huan said to himself, here the true immortal's body was torn apart, everyone was blurred, and their bodies were ethereal, which was an early reflection of some essence of the secret realm of time and space.
Many people were silent, covered in blood, and some of the transcendent people still had broken monster claws stuck in their bodies, so they didn't have time to pull them out.
Many people stayed permanently on the frozen land behind them, torn apart by the group of mutated living dead, and some of the miserable were even devoured alive.
Exiting here, Wu Xingtian, who was a wolf-headed badger, saw the second king coming out of the fog at a glance, and immediately greeted him, saying: "Brother, you have a big fate, it is not easy to come back alive." 1
After coming out, stepping on the meteorite, he let out a sigh and sighed: "Luck." 1
Nearby, the transcendent has long been fried, many people are in a trance, and many people have sad faces.
"I heard that many people died inside, it's true
It's miserable. Some were five brothers, but only one came back alive. Some were Taoist companions, but in the end they were alone, and one escaped out, holding the other party's bloody arm and returning in tears."
Wu Xingtian introduced the situation, that is, the group of black peacock tribes hasn't come out until now, and he is quite worried about Luo Ying.
"You really held back and didn't go in?" Wang Huan asked.
Wu Xingtian said: "I walked around near the entrance, enjoyed the scenery of the frozen soil for a moment, and saw someone become the prey in the rough hunting picture on the rock, and died tragically in an instant.
Wang Yan believes that he has a strong sense of crisis and has outstanding survivability.
Wu Xingtian looked at the entrance and said: "The black-hearted old man came out alive, he really has some skills, he has been in the Meteor Sea for decades, and he can return safely every time he enters the secret realm."
The black-hearted old man with a high level of literacy was injured this time, with a broken hand stuck in his buttocks, and a beast claw embedded in his shoulder blades, covered in blood.
"Second King, I bought something good this time, go back to my stall and take a closer look." After escaping, the black-hearted old man tore off the severed hand on his buttocks and waved at Wang Huan to say hello.
"Okay, Boss Black, see you later." Wang Huan responded
nodded.
Next, Kong Deng, the second king of the Marble Mountains, was very leisurely and became an outsider, standing here, listening to who Wu Xingtian introduced.
It wasn't a long time, and he remembered many famous black households in the Meteorite Sea, which could be regarded as indirectly integrating into this place.
"Luo Ying, the first young master of my clan, has come out, fortunately, except for a slight damage to the black battle skirt, there is no serious problem." Wu Xingtian greeted Wang Yan to pick up people together. 2
Luo Ying's side was also reduced, and the three demon immortals died inside, but fortunately, the problem was not very serious.
At the exit area, there was a sudden chaos, and people from the Tattoo Palace and the Paper Temple rushed out and blocked the place, one by one, with evil energy, covered in blood, and scanned everyone.
Whether it was a new person or a nearby person, they were all targeted by them, probing the light of the primordial god, and even the top demon race black peacock group was looked at by them again and again.
Then, the people of the Golden Palace broke out, frustrated and indignant, looking at everyone nearby with anger.
"What, the Tattoo Palace and the Paper Temple have been raided, this is a behemoth high above that can overlook the sea of stars, who dares to touch them?"!
When the news came, all parties were shocked.
The history of the two Taoist traditions is extremely long, and it is said that there have been true saints with extremely powerful imperial Taoism, which are unfathomable, even if the two religions have declined in some eras, no one dares to explore the roots.
For a while, under the brilliant starry sky, in the meteorite group, the extraordinary were in an uproar.
"Niu, the direct disciple of the Tattoo Palace, Hongdao, was smashed in the head with a stick, which god did this?" Wolverine Wu Xingtian went out for a walk, and when he heard this secret news, he immediately looked amazed.
Soon, this was not a secret story, all parties here knew about it one after another, and it became a heated discussion.
"The situation is a bit wrong, why are the people in the Golden Palace more sad and angry than the people in the Tattoo Palace? A few people's eyes were red, and everyone looked angry."
After a while, people were in a daze and learned that the Tattoo Palace had been attacked, but it was the Golden Palace that died, what was this twist?
"Mo Qing showed favor to the Tattoo Palace and blocked the murderer along the way, which resulted in the tragic death of several people on the side of the Golden Palace, and finally even Mo Qing got in."
The truth was leaked, and all parties showed a different color, so they could naturally feel that Jin Que Gong wanted to make good friends with the Tattoo Palace and the Paper Temple, but they kicked the iron plate, and their core disciples were slaughtered.
In this area, people are both shocked and refreshed
Miscellaneous, who is the ruthless person who dares to make such a big case?
In the sea of meteorites, 70% of them are black households, in addition to wild immortals, there are also many interstellar fugitives, all of whom are very ferocious people.
Because, even murderers like them would not dare to offend such a behemoth on weekdays.
"The Golden Horn King? I've never heard of it, it's just one person, even picking the three great unifications and killing Mo Qing is really a bit dreamy."
On this day, the Golden Horn King was famous in the Meteorite Sea.
The second king Kong Huang and the king wolverine looked at each other with their necks long, "eating melons" here, joining in the fun, and asking people about the secret of this battle.
Most of the black households here were fugitives after challenging and offending the big forces, and now they didn't sympathize with Mo Qing at all, but felt that the Golden Horn King was very courageous.
The five super peerless immortals, including the Hell Black Ant, the Green Sheep Sword Immortal, and the Black Bull Knife Immortal, still had a responsibility, and only withdrew after fighting with a group of monsters in the frozen land for a long time.
It can also be regarded as helping the transcendent to break off and let the survivors retreat.
Finally, the passage of the Secret Realm of Time and Space was closed, comprehensive
It will not be opened again for a short time.
In the Marble Mountains, Wang Huan prepared for retreat and opened up a dojo on the second peak, not only to improve his Taoist practice, but also to brew some medicinal wine by the way.
Wu Xingtian was surprised: "Brother, you have a deep Taoist virtue, and now you are going to break the realm again? It's amazing. I feel that you are not very old yet, right?"
"I have wasted eight hundred years of my life, and now I have only reached the sixth heaven of true immortals, and if I don't strive to break through to a level, I will really waste my time." Wang Huan responded.
He is naturally not that big, now he is 212 years old, and he is a true immortal in two heavens, but he has broken the limit many times, and his Taoist practice is indeed extremely deep, so he hides it like this.
The wolverine was startled and said, "It's only been eight hundred years, and it's already a true immortal sixth heaven, this is a very extraordinary achievement, okay? I have practiced for 1,600 years, and now I have just touched the threshold of the heavenly level, and this is it, others say that I am no longer slow."
Wang Huan was stunned and asked: "Doesn't it mean that after becoming an immortal, some people can ascend to the heavens in twenty years?"
"That's a very rare case, exclusive to the Heavenly Vertical character, and it's only the initial stage of feathering and becoming an immortal, and the further it goes, the more difficult it is to break the level."
Wu Xingtian continued: "As long as you can become an immortal within three hundred years
People are all great wizards, and those who can enter the heaven level in 1,500 years are considered relatively powerful creatures."
"Congratulations to the Peacock King, standing side by side with powerful people, only decades later than some people." Wang Huang said with a smile.
"Low-key, not necessarily, maybe it can be done in a year or two, or it may take ten years to set foot in the heaven-level field." The wolverine's face was full of smiles, and he also felt that he was extraordinary.
Then he looked at Wang Yan again and said, "I feel that you are more powerful than the transcendent people of the eighth heaven."
Wang Huan asked: "Tattoo Palace, Paper Temple, this legendary Taoist tradition, can their disciples become immortals at the age of more than two hundred years? Every twenty years, you can ascend to the next level."
Wolverine said: "There is no need to compare with them, those who become immortals early may not be able to transcend, and some strangers who have embarked on the path of imperial enlightenment are all late bloomers. Besides, isn't it just a Golden Horn King this time, a casual cultivator, who is in the same true fairyland, but he beat out all the brains of Hongdao and beat Mo Qing, the core descendant of the Golden Gate, to death. It's really fierce, heroic, people have to admire it, I can't wait to see you!"
He sighed like this, in line with the atmosphere of the Meteor Sea, the black households were unruly and dared to resist the authority, otherwise
I won't escape here.
Wang Huan realized that he could be so popular?
He retreated, blocking the cave with the Killing Formation Diagram, baptizing the primordial spirit with water-like starlight, nourishing his body, and studying the royal Taoist texture of the parietal bone.
At the same time, he also brewed wine in the cave house.
If it is turned into aging, the medicinal properties will be "mellow" in the wine, then he will benefit for a long time to come, which can help him take the road of imperial Taoism.
Brewing wine, reciting scriptures, visualizing and embodying the texture on the parietal bone He lived a fulfilling and busy life, adjusted his state, and began to take five-colored strange bamboo.
It has five sections, each of which has a different color.
Wang Huan used the killing formation diagram to carve out a small hole in the first section of green bamboo, a drop of green liquid rolled out, absorbed by his mouth, the residual breath had a strong fragrance, and after being captured by the open pores, his whole body was brilliant.
Not to mention, the drop of green liquid that he swallowed directly, this was the original power of the innate wood attribute, full of vitality, activating all the cells in his body, like a new life.
His long black hair swelled and was extremely bright, followed by his bone marrow, which was violently hematopoietic and replaced the old blood.
Then, Wang Huan used the murderous aura in the formation map to pierce through the earthy yellow bamboo, and rolled out a drop of the original liquid of the innate earth attribute, thick and atmospheric, directly replenishing the origin of the human body.
"Good thing." Wang Yan sighed, this five-colored bamboo is far more precious than he imagined, no wonder many people are competing to buy it.
What the limit breaker was most worried about was that depleting the Dao source in advance would not be conducive to future development, and this five-colored strange bamboo could obviously make up for it.
Although Wang Yan never worries about himself, he thinks that his foundation is thick enough.
But this obvious change at the moment still made his pores relax, light and rain fell, and he was as vigorous as the sea.
Then, the remaining three sections of bamboo were also broken by him, and he drank three drops of innate origin with different attributes.
On that day, Wang Huan broke through the barrier and officially set foot in the True Immortal Triple Heaven, his Taoist practice grew again, and the texture embodied on his skull was clearer and more complex.
"No wonder they are looking for eight-colored bamboo." Wang Xuan opened his eyes, and two lightning bolts flashed through the entire cave house, and his strength improved
The effect is obvious.
Beyond the five-colored strange bamboo, it is mostly a change of magnitude, how amazing the medicinal effect is, only you can taste it!
He regretted and looked forward to it, the group of people in the tattoo palace were too weak, and he didn't know if he could find the eight-colored bamboo in the future.
As for letting him hold the five-colored strange bamboo to find it? He didn't want to risk revealing his identity, the most important thing was that he didn't master the secret method of finding bamboo.
At the same time, he thought of the ten-colored bamboo in the backyard of the True Saint, and completely misestimated the weight of that thing, which was most likely considered a holy relic!
After some genius came out of the customs and tasted the sweetness of the wonders of creation, he felt that if he wanted to rise quickly, he had to find some special creations.
A group of little demons stepped forward to salute and shouted one after another: "Congratulations to the second king for breaking the level, one big step closer to the heavenly demon!" Wolverine Wu Xingtian came over immediately, nodded repeatedly, and then talked about some recent events.
Some time ago, after losing in the Secret Realm of Time and Space, they came out and began to collect all kinds of gods and treasures, wanting to create a treasure mirror of creation to illuminate the murderer.
Wang Deng's heart sank, and there was such a thing?
The people of the Tattoo Palace seemed to be furious, and for this reason, they also found the super peerless Hell Black Ant and the Qingyang Sword Immortal, and asked them to help them refine the treasure.
"However, those super peerless people only lent them some strange things, and they didn't want to get involved too deeply, and there were many people who were worried about daring to attack the tattoo palace." After saying this, Wu Xingtian showed a strange expression.
"What's wrong?" Wang Huan asked.
The wolverine informed that soon, the Tattoo Palace and the Paper Temple found the murderer and chased him all the way into the starry sky.
"Did you catch anyone?"
Wu Xingtian shook his head: "No, the strong man is gone and will never return."
"They were killed back?" Wang Huan was surprised, which stranger saw the injustice and took action?
Wolverine said: "No, they disappeared directly and never looked back."
"What's the situation?" Wang Huan was stunned.
The wolverine whispered: "Before they left, they collected a large number of strange things and treasures, but they didn't pay the bill, including the five-colored bamboo, and then they completely disappeared."
Wang Huan was stunned, it's really outrageous, could it be a group of liars?
This modus operandi seemed familiar, and four years ago, a group of scammers also appeared in Haichuan Star, defrauding and stealing the origin of that super grotto-heaven - fragments of the old holy decree.
This time it's even more amazing, how dare they pretend to be the Tattoo Palace and the Paper Temple and come here to commit a crime?!
Wang Xuan lost his mind, he was eating black in turn, and robbed a group of scammers
Logically speaking, the enemy of the tattoo palace should be his friend, but this relationship is really complicated.
"In the past two days, there has been secret news from the outside that the real heir of the Tattoo Palace and the disciples of the Paper Temple have been led to a Jedi in the Pingtian Star Field, and they have not come out yet."
Wu Xingtian lowered his voice and told him, he couldn't hold back his laughter and wanted to laugh, this is the atmosphere of the Meteor Sea, supporting resistance to authority, and admiring unruly monsters.
What else can Wang Huang say, just sit and watch the situation develop as an outsider.
It wasn't until three days later that the Tattoo Palace and the Paper Temple were furious, and another group of people came to investigate the scandal.
It's a chapter tonight, every week or two from now on
Just adjust it once, I realized that no matter how you adjust it, the powerful inertia will automatically correct until late at night. But please rest assured, the overall number of words per month will not be less, the average daily change is guaranteed, and the total amount of books has not been less every month since then.