The scar-faced monk looked down at the man standing on the surface of the lake, and muttered in a low voice: "The saint's body, the divine consciousness has been destroyed, but another divine thought has appeared in the corpse, a different kind of rebirth?"

The Pu Dao man also looked puzzled: "How is it possible? How can the corpse of a saint have divine thoughts, if so, then the corpses of those saints from before are not?"

Several strong people don't know what to do, although this saint's body is only the body of a saint, but even so, it is like a saint was born, the realm of a saint is high, and the difference between it and the rest of the people is not a little bit of existence.

It is equivalent to the distance from Xiao Tianzun to the God King is even more terrifying, otherwise why would those forces in Beiyu prohibit the saint from participating in the war, the saint will shatter the existence of the stars between his gestures.

Wu Drake led everyone to retreat to the back, and the old Taoist priest and Dao Gu also retreated to the back, Ning Chuan's team had the old Taoist priest and Duan De, and they were all in danger all the way, both of them were more shrewd than monkeys.

Just as they retreated to the most marginal position, suddenly the man standing on the surface of the lake moved, stepped out, raised his head and sucked hard at the people around him, and countless cultivators involuntarily appeared in front of the man.

In the huge suction, it was directly crushed into meat paste, and even the flesh and bones dissipated into the air, and finally Hua Chen was covered in a blood mist.

The man stood in the blood mist, and between swallowing and spitting, all the blood mist formed by hundreds of cultivators was swallowed into his abdomen.

The blood mist dissipated, and the body of the saint stood in place, there was still this blood mist between his lips and teeth, and the whole person looked extremely gloomy, just now he just sucked it lightly, and directly erased hundreds of cultivators.

This is not like a saint, but like a demon walking in the sky, with a terrifying coercion that fills the surroundings, and everyone is shocked.

The surrounding God King Peak and Half-Step Saints were also silent, their eyes flickering, not knowing what they were thinking.

Unless there is a saint in this immortal world, no one can escape under the hands of this saint's body.

The scar-faced monk stood in mid-air, looking at the hundreds of dead cultivators and walked out with his eyes moving: "Amitabha!

Hearing his words, everyone's eyes all looked at the old monk, and the middle-aged man of the imperial lord also showed an anxious look on his face: "The abbot has met the corpse of this saint?"

The scar-faced monk nodded: "There was once such a saint corpse in our Xiyu, it should also be buried in the primeval period, I don't know why the divine thought was generated, at that time, the entire Xiyu sent several saints were not like that." ”

"Later, it was an abbot of the Leiyin Temple who studied how to deal with the saint's corpse, this saint's corpse said frankly that his weakness lies in his divine thoughts, but our attack can't enter his sea of divine consciousness, only by sound transmission, I have a magic spell here, you can recite it with me!"

As he spoke, the scar-faced monk sat cross-legged in the void, and in front of him was a piece of paper, which was recorded in the so-called Fu Demon Mantra, and everyone sat down silently to recite it with the old monk.

The sound of Buddha seems to come through the void, the scar-faced monk is not as hideous as he saw at this time, the treasure is solemn, the eyebrows are kind, and there is a huge Buddha statue behind him.

Everyone sat down cross-legged and began to recite the mantra silently, even Ning Chuan and a few people were no exception, as the sound continued to come, I saw that a layer of golden light appeared on everyone's body, and pieces of golden light were connected together, like a golden curtain, and on this curtain there was this Sanskrit word emerging.

The face of the saint's corpse appeared with green tendons, obviously he was also resisting this so-called magic spell with all his might, everyone's voices became louder and louder, and the golden light curtain became thicker and thicker, and finally it was like a giant bowl towards the saint's corpse.

"Ahh

In the end, the man's hair flew wildly, and countless black mist flows and intertwined around him, but he still did not resist the so-called magic curse, the light curtain became thicker and thicker, and finally the man turned into a black light and disappeared into the distance.

At this time, the scar-faced monk stood up and sighed: "You are not my Buddhists, so you can only barely drive away the body of this saint when you are reciting!"

However, everyone was very happy with this result, at this time the lake surface returned to the calm just now, and the dissipated fog also gathered together again, under the white mist, the aura was dense, and the whole lake surface was like a fairyland.

At this moment, a half-step saint stood up and walked towards the Taxian Bridge, the entire stone bridge was suspended in mid-air, a long distance from the lake, and this place was a forbidden place to fly, so everyone could only watch the half-step saint leap up.

The rest of the Divine King Peak and Half-Step Saints on this side moved, and all of them leaped towards the stone bridge together, while some cultivators did not believe in evil and also learned to leap up with half-step power, but in the end, they fell into the realm lake under the forbidden pressure.

Ning Chuan looked at the stone bridge in the distance and frowned slightly: "Isn't there no way to go up?"

If they can't go up to the Immortal Bridge, then it means that the battle for the Immortal Mansion will stay here, and there will be no more way.

At this time, Lao Dao looked at Wude and grinned: "Boy, don't hide it, let's go up together!"

Wude looked at Lao Dao and his eyes straightened: "How do you know this old stick?"

Lao Dao smiled, patted his eyebrows, and saw a streamer appear, half a small copper kettle appeared in Lao Dao's hand, there was no complicated pattern on the copper kettle, but it was extremely exquisite.

Looking at the copper kettle, Wude scolded in a low voice, and also slapped his eyebrows, only to see the other half of the copper kettle also appear in his hand, looking at the copper kettle in the hands of the two Ning Chuan was puzzled: "This is?"

Lao Dao smiled: "This is not an ordinary magic weapon, this is a saint weapon!"

Ning Chuan's eyes when they heard the words and looked at the copper kettle also became enthusiastic, and Lao Dao hurriedly blocked his copper kettle and said, "What do you want to do?"

Ao Lie pursed his lips: "Hmph, a saint's weapon is still broken, we can still rob you." ”

Lao Dao kept silent, not to mention that there is really such a possibility, a saint weapon is equivalent to the birth of a saint, and this half is half a saint.

At this time, Wude and Lao Dao combined the two copper kettles, and in an instant, the whole copper kettle flashed with brass-colored light, and a sage's coercion permeated.

I saw that Lao Dao and Wude both hit a magic decision towards the copper kettle at the same time, and the spout of the copper kettle immediately spit out a large piece of light like the Milky Way, and this light was directly connected to the Taxian Bridge in mid-air.

"Let's go!" Lao Dao let out a low shout, and Ning Chuan and several people stepped on the Milky Way Chain at the same time and rushed onto the Immortal Bridge.

Several of them finally set foot on the Taxian Bridge, and the entire stone bridge was filled with an ancient meaning, as if it had existed for countless years, and there were more carvings on the stone bridge, as if this stone bridge had experienced countless battles.

Everyone walked along the stone bridge for about half an hour, and finally stepped into a small world, and as soon as they stepped into this small world, everyone was confused.

Endless mountains and rivers appeared, and the immortal aura was as strong as if it had turned into water, and all kinds of elixirs grew among the trees, just like extremely ordinary weeds.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lao Dao smashed his mouth: "The lord of this place must be extraordinary, this should be an ancient place, which has been moved into this small world by life, even though ten thousand years have passed, it is still the same." ”

Ao Lie's eyes showed a hint of essence: "One day of cultivation in this place is comparable to a year in the outside world!" He is a cultivator, and he almost didn't salivate for such a place.

"Roar!"

In the distance, a huge white tiger jumped down from the top of the mountain and river, and rushed into the dense ancient forest.

This white tiger's fur is white and bright, and the patterns on his body seem to imply some kind of heavenly way, just like the dao pattern, if the white tiger that Ning Chuan saw outside is already extraordinary, then this white tiger should be almost equivalent to the white tiger's grandfather.

"Hurry up, there might be something good in this place!" Wude whispered, and hurriedly walked forward.

He didn't know that his treasures had been looted by those bastards, so now he had green eyes in the face of the treasures, and he was very hungry.

The more Ning Chuan walked inside, the more surprised they became, this place was different from the outside world, the outside world was turbid, and some places didn't even have any aura and immortal energy, but this place was different, and there was even this inexplicable aura around, as if it was some kind of avenue.

Ning Chuan concluded that if he could practice here, then his understanding of the Tao must be very fast.

"This is the dragon qi of the earth!" Ao Lie exclaimed as he looked at a puddle of water.

I saw that in the small puddle formed by the convergence of spiritual energy, there were several golden dragons swimming, exactly the same as the real dragons recorded in ancient books, with golden bodies and obvious scales, but they did not seem to have entities, as if they were formed by the convergence of air currents.

Wu De looked at the dragon qi in the puddle, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily dripped a long string of saliva, this dragon qi is something that is extremely beneficial to cultivators, especially those who refine their bodies.

But before Wude could make a move, a few dragon qi seemed to sense something, and their bodies shook into a small hole in the puddle and disappeared.

"Seal the fairy leaves!" Wude unwillingly left the small puddle and pounced on an ancient tree, which was hundreds of zhang high, almost as high as the sky, and the crown of the tree shone with a glow.

At the root of the tree, layers of dead leaves fell, and in the middle of this dead leaf, Wude got a small turquoise leaf, this small leaf was crystal clear, the veins of the leaf were clearly visible, and on this leaf was like ink coated with dense patterns.

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