"What do you mean by a 'pure-hearted person' who dares to ask Dao Brother?" asked a burly middle-aged monk on the side.

People who cultivate immortals, go against the sky, and finally become immortals, these people are more or less stained with the blood of others, so can this still be called pure, everyone sighed secretly, thinking that it is more difficult to break the formation.

Zhan Zhaohua had been listening carefully, and when he heard 'a person with a pure heart', his eyes rolled, and then he stared at He Lang's body.

He Lang was overwhelmed by his reaction.

Zhan Zhaohua whispered to He Lang: "I think it can be called 'pure heart', except for you, I'm afraid I can't pick out the second one." ”

In Zhan Zhaohua's impression, He Lang is a simple-minded, enthusiastic, and righteous young man. And before he was deeply involved in the world, he was calculated, but he still maintained an optimistic and positive attitude.

"My cultivator, who doesn't have the blood of others on his hands, and who doesn't go to great lengths to find opportunities for the sake of faster flying immortals?" said the gray-haired old man.

The middle-aged thin male cultivator continued: "The so-called 'pure heart' is not a person who does not have blood on his hands and closes himself, but a noble person whose heart can melt all things and the Tao can cross all sentient beings. ”

"Aren't you talking about the First Supreme of the Immortal Domain and Galaxy, the Immortal Emperor Venerable, but how can there be here?" a female cultivator sighed.

The crowd was even more disappointed.

"If there is such a person, how can he break this formation?" asked a handsome young man who kept his tone low.

"If there is such a person, concentrating his consciousness on the invisible wall, he will definitely be able to open this prohibition and awaken the people whose minds are trapped, but I don't know exactly what to do after entering the formation, and the people who enter need to understand it themselves. ”

Everyone sighed again.

The handsome young man who asked was He Lang.

In fact, he didn't think that his heart was pure, but he thought about it and felt that the situation inside must be terrifying.

Even if they were locked out of the formation, they were almost all wiped out, let alone in the terrifying-sounding formation.

If none of the people inside died, then the few survivors outside them would also die for life, and there would be no way out.

Thinking of this, He Lang decided to give it a try.

Just as he was about to walk in front of the transparent wall, Lan Yun suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute, let's go in together." ”

Zhan Zhaohua also leaned over and said, "How can I not be the only one, maybe the three of us are all 'pure hearts' people." After saying that, he laughed a few times.

The three of them stood side by side in front of the transparent wall, exchanged glances with each other, and prepared to meditate on luck.

Lan Yun didn't have an immortal root, so he couldn't conjure up a divine sense at all, he just focused on his eyes wide open, staring ahead without blinking, as if he wanted to penetrate the space in front of him.

And although He Lang and Zhan Zhaohua have divine sense, they are controlled by the demonic breath and pressed in their bodies, and they can't function.

Everyone saw that the faces of the three were tense, one of them glared angrily ahead, while the other two closed their eyes and shocked the shackled spiritual energy, which was used to stimulate their divine sense.

No one around made a sound, and they all silently stared at the three people in front of them, expecting the formation to be broken.

Among these people, many have already seen that these three people are wanted rebels in the Jade Immortal Sect, but no one has made it clear.

Because they know that now everyone is in the same boat, and one is prosperous and the other is lost.

It's already time for two teas, and the three of them are still trying hard.

He Lang was often dizzy after getting close to the Ancient Temple due to excessive recoil in the meridians, causing the blood to run through the blood vessels, but now the dizziness was even heavier.

The crazy pouring of qi and blood made him spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the person also shook in place for a few moments, but soon forced himself to suppress the abnormal movement, and continued to feel the faint spiritual qi flowing.

Suddenly, the abundant aura rushed out from the left palm, rushing towards the eight veins of the Qi meridians around the body, and the limbs were terrified.

He Lang knew that Brother Jing had also been trying to help him break free from the shackles, and with the joint efforts of the two, the aura flow magically got rid of the control of the demonic aura and ran automatically.

This shocked He Lang's spirit, and he emptied his body and mind and probed out his divine sense of careful perception.

Zhan Zhaohua on the side did not cause qi and blood to flow backwards, he did not feel any discomfort, and of course he did not react at all.

Lan Yun's state was even more laughable, his eyes that had been staring for half an hour were already bloodshot, and he had no choice but to squint his eyes to relieve the soreness.

Just when everyone thought that these three people would end in failure, they saw that the handsome young man in green clothes suddenly disappeared in front of him.

The crowd burst into cheers.

They knew that the young man must have broken through the Nine Shifts White Bone Formation.

He Lang just felt that his divine consciousness was active with the spiritual flow, and the blurred shadows in the transparent wall in front of him became clearer and clearer, and he could almost see the scene of the corpses piling up inside and the bright red blood flowing like a river.

The scene was ten times more terrifying than what had just happened to him, and just as his frightened body trembled, he disappeared in place, and when he realized that he was in the middle of the Shura field, he hurriedly opened his eyes.

What he saw with his eyes was even more real and bloody, and he couldn't help frowning his brows and trembling slightly.

Before he could rejoice in breaking through the Nine Shifts White Bone Array, he was awakened by the tragic impact of reality, because he didn't know how to deal with himself after coming in, let alone save others.

Everyone in front of them seemed to have lost the shell of their souls, and in addition to beating each other desperately, they were crippling and killing themselves.

He Lang found that in addition to the masters of the Immortal Cultivation Realm led by Xu Shanshui, there were also Luo Tianya and the Immortal Dao of the Flying Immortal Realm.

He was immediately shocked by what he saw, if this was the case, shouldn't the disciples of the Upper Cultivation Realm also be there, then Mo Fei'er didn't know what the situation was. His heart suddenly turned cold.

The virtual space conjured up by this formation was huge, and He Lang looked at the people who covered the sky and the earth in the past, and everyone was hanging in the air.

There was a vast mist underneath their feet, making everyone look even more eerie.

Just as He Lang was looking for a disciple in the Upper Cultivation Realm, a middle-aged man with a big belly like a mad demon bumped into him.

He Lang's hands are quick and his eyes are fast, and he has spiritual energy in the palm of his hand, and he pushes the future person aside.

The man was pushed, his body shivered, and then he shook his head twice hard, and the pupils in his eyes slowly became focused.

He looked at He Lang, then at the chaotic scene around him, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling.

So he shouted to He Lang: "Little brother, you quickly use the trick you just cast on me to wake up others, it's too dangerous here." ”

He Lang was so smart that he immediately realized that this was the way to save others, so he slapped people with spiritual power.

After a while, hundreds of people who had just looked like crazy demons slowly woke up.

He Lang had never seen the disciples of the Upper Cultivation Realm, and he thought in his heart that maybe they would have escaped this disaster.

Those who had just woken up remembered the tragic scene before, and many people cried bitterly.

He Lang didn't dare to delay, what he wanted now was to save one more person if he could.

Among those monks who were sober, there were many Da Luo Jin Immortals, Luo Heavenly Immortals and the like, and their immortal qualities were extremely high, but they didn't want to almost lose their lives in this projectile land.

After waking up, the immortals saw a young man in green clothes shuttling through the crowd of melees, as smart and elegant as a fairy who saved the world, and they were also guessing in their hearts that the masters outside this world did not know where to sit on the immortal mountains and rivers, and they were not stained with the dust of the world at all, and secretly imprinted everything about this young man in their hearts.

He Lang only hated that he hadn't grown three heads and six arms, and many people were dying in front of him, but they didn't have time to save him, and a sense of guilt rose in his heart.

At the same time, a burst of True Yuan Qi in his body slammed into his chest, intensifying as if he was looking for an exit.

The more he bemoaned his incompetence, the stronger the shock in his chest became.

When He Lang tried his best to suppress the blazing sensation that was about to surge up, he suddenly saw hundreds of people hugging each other in front of him.

Some of these people were lying on the ground, some were half-crouching, some were bent over, and some were twisted into a ball.

Seeing this, He Lang's brows became more and more furrowed, such a scene, it was difficult for him to take care of everyone, and it added a lot of artificial difficulties to the rescue, after all, lying on the ground, it was easy to touch those who did not stand up straight.

Just when he was about to spurt blood again, he felt that the true air flow in his body seemed to have finally found an outlet, and it entered the palm of his hand along his arm, and shot out from between his fingers.

"Divergent and even palm power, you can hit more people with one palm, but lightly. "The code words from Brother Jing.

He Lang hurriedly agreed, and according to what Brother Jing taught, he evenly spread his palm to the battlefield of hundreds of people in front.

The power of this palm is controlled very lightly, but the scope of the palm is even wider.

Therefore, a surprising scene happened, the people within nearly 100 meters of the palm power recovered at once, and after they woke up, they knew what had happened, and hurriedly stopped to help the people around them up.

In this way, after a while, He Lang rescued all the survivors who were still fighting.

When the survivors were awake, the circle disappeared automatically.

He Lang looked around again, and stood at the corner of the second basement floor. The transparent wall in front of him no longer exists, and what you see is a mountain of corpses and a few people who still survive.