Divine Secret Realm, among the Eight Desolate Immortal Pots!

"Old ghost, what is the shrinking of the earth?" Mo Wuchen asked the Eight Desolation Immortals. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Eight Desolation Immortals controlled the rapid progress of the Immortal Pot while using the True Qi in their bodies at great speed, and explained: "This 'Shrinking the Land for a Thousand Miles' is a technique that has been handed down since the primeval period, and it is said that after practicing to the Great Completion, you can reach thousands of miles away in an instant with only one step!

"Immortal-level supernatural powers?" Mo Wuchen was surprised, you must know that heaven-level martial arts are already very rare, and this immortal-level supernatural power Mo Wuchen is even more unheard of.

The Eight Desolation Immortals said: "What's so surprising! As long as it is an immortal-level martial art, it can be called a supernatural power! However, in my opinion, what this Wu Guangda has unleashed is not a supernatural power, at most it only looks like the peak of the earth-level level! It is estimated that it was simplified by the descendants from 'shrinking the earth for thousands of miles'! However, the speed of this step of tens of meters is already very terrifying!"

Mo Wuchen moved his gaze outside the immortal pot, only to see that Wu Guangda seemed to be walking leisurely, but he followed behind the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot unhurriedly! The Eight Desolation Immortals gritted their teeth, frantically urging the true qi in their bodies, using their strength to eat, and urging the flight speed of the Immortal Pot to the extreme!

"You hurry up and recover your luck, we won't be able to get rid of him for a while, and it is estimated that there should be a bloody battle!"

Mo Wuchen nodded heavily, sat down cross-legged, stopped the blood from the broken arm of his right shoulder, and at the same time ran the "Heaven Grasping Dao" technique to treat the damaged meridians in his body! None of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra in his body were intact, and there were cracks everywhere, large and small, which was simply shocking!

Fortunately, the true qi refined in "Heaven Snatching Dao" has a very powerful healing ability, Mo Wuchen urged the true qi to restore and heal the meridians little by little, and gradually his face became a little ruddy, not as pale as before.

Soon Mo Wuchen found that everything didn't seem to be as bad as he thought, and his "Heaven Snatching Dao" technique had actually improved a lot, and he was getting closer and closer to cultivating to the third layer!

In the endless night, Wu Guangda followed behind the golden wine jug unhurriedly. The speed of the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot increased by one point, and his speed also increased by one point!"I don't know who Your Excellency is, why do you have to save this kid who killed my son!" Wu Guangda pressed his true qi to the bottom of his throat, and when he spoke, his voice was as loud as a bell!

The Eight Desolation Immortals spoke, snorted coldly, and said, "Who does the old man save, do you still need to take care of it?"

As he spoke, the Eight Desolation Immortals emitted a trace of the breath of a martial immortal! Every Martial Immortal would have his own breath, and this breath would always accompany his soul, even after taking away a body of innate perfection like the Eight Desolation Immortals, he would still be able to release his own Martial Immortal breath!

After feeling the aura of a martial immortal coming from the golden wine jug, Wu Guangda suddenly felt that his breath was stagnant, and he was a little hesitant whether he wanted to continue chasing after him! He was afraid that he would provoke a martial immortal because of this. However, he thought about it, if the other party was really a martial immortal, why should he hide. You must know that a martial immortal can wipe him out with just one finger!

After thinking about this, Wu Guangda laughed out loud, he took out the Killing Immortal Sword from the storage magic weapon again, the blade of the sword pointed directly at the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot, and said: "Your Excellency, as a Martial Immortal, why do you want to hide and hide, and hide? Since Your Excellency insists on hiding your head and tail, don't blame me for making a move!"

After Wu Guangda's words fell, he immediately kicked the ground with both feet, jumped into the air, and slashed down with a sword in the air!

The cold light flickered, the sword qi was awe-inspiring, the sound of gold and iron clashing was released, and the crisp sound of "bell" echoed in this quiet night sky.

The Eight Desolation Immortal Pot trembled violently, jolting up and down, and Mo Wuchen and the Eight Desolation Immortals inside felt that the ground was shaking, and even their bodies were almost unstable. Fortunately, the Eight Desolation Immortal Pots are immortal weapons after all, and their defensive power is relatively strong, and Wu Guangda has not been able to produce the maximum power of the Killing Immortal Sword, so he can carry it hard, but it may be said later!

After all, the Eight Desolation Immortals' current physical body is just an innate Great Perfection, and the true qi that can be provided is not very much, so if it is consumed like this, it won't take long for his true qi to dry up, and then he and Mo Wuchen will both have to die!

This was the last thing he wanted to see, so he had to get rid of Wu Guangda before his true qi dried up!

Now there is only one way, although this method is a bit risky, but he can't take care of it anymore, it's better than sitting still!

Wu Guangda saw that the golden wine jug was able to survive the repeated attacks of his Killing Immortal Sword, unscathed, it was obviously not a mortal thing, at least it was a magic weapon of the same level as this Killing Immortal Sword! Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but burn again.

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Ten thousand feet of red dust.

One of the largest cliffs in the Shenqing Secret Realm, even the demon beast Blue Scale Eagle, which is good at flying, can't fly over it. The gravitational pull of this ten thousand zhang red dust seems to be far greater than that of other places! So far, no martial artist knows the reason, except for the Eight Desolation Immortals.

The Eight Desolation Immortals were native monks of the Divine Realm, and it was because of the Great War between the Two Realms that he had come to the Divine Secret Realm ten thousand years ago! He clearly knew that the "Ten Thousand Feet of Red Dust" was the passage to the Divine Realm.

After 10,000 years, the Eight Desolation Immortals don't know if the passage to the Divine Realm is still open, but no matter what, he has to take a risk!

Soon, Wu Guangda chased the golden wine jug to the edge of the cliff of "Ten Thousand Feet of Red Dust", he let out a sneer, and threatened: "Your Excellency, there is a cliff in front of you, you keep running! I have always been very generous, as long as you hand over the kid who killed my son and this golden wine jug, I will let you live! If not...... Don't blame me for being rude!"

The Eight Desolation Immortals did not answer Wu Guangda, but said to Mo Wuchen with a very solemn expression: "Forget the dust boy, are you afraid of death?"

Mo Wuchen's face was full of determination, and he replied: "I am not afraid of death, if you didn't save me, maybe I would have died a long time ago! The only thing I can't worry about is two women, one is my mother, and the other is her! Old ghost, are you afraid of death?"

The Eight Desolation Immortals didn't ask Mo Wuchen who she was, but replied: "Old man, I am also a person who has died once, so I am naturally not afraid of death!"

Mo Wuchen and the Eight Desolation Immortals glanced at each other, and then laughed!

Wu Guangda was wondering why the person in the golden wine jug didn't answer, but at this time he saw a scene that made him unbelievable. The Eight Desolation Immortal Pot did not stop for a moment, but flew directly into the red dust. He never imagined that the person in this wine pot would be so resolute and go to die!

Wu Guangda had heard about the rumors about the red dust, even the martial immortals couldn't fly over, so Mo Wuchen was sure to die! The only thing he was a little unwilling about was that he didn't get the golden wine jug.