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In the Immortal Nunnery Lock Mountain Great Array, in the secret room, the rootless Taoist sat cross-legged on the ground, the endless aura flew out from the underground mineral veins, flowing into his body like a stream, at this time his body was like the sea, in this secret room that was almost filled with spiritual energy, he had been in retreat for almost a hundred years, and every day he sucked the purest spiritual energy in the mineral veins, and he had not filled his body until now, so it can be seen how big is the dantian qi sea of the rootless Taoist people?

Wugen knelt cross-legged on the ground, and after taking a deep breath of extremely pure aura, he slowly opened his eyes, and he sensed the extremely thin demonic qi outside the Lock Mountain Great Array, and he could even sense this demonic qi wanting to break the Lock Mountain Great Array, but for some reason he retreated back. A feeling of eagerness to try, but uncertainty about it.

Now is the most critical moment for his breakthrough, for this breakthrough, he has been in the secret room retreat for almost a hundred years, to his current level of cultivation, if promoted, it is not only by ability, but also by chance, for this opportunity, he has waited too long, if not, he will rush out of the secret room and swing his sword to cut it.

Back then, he could swing a sword and slash 36 demon generals in a row, this level of small devil, he didn't put it in his eyes, save it first, and when he got out of the customs after being promoted, he would definitely kill it.

After saying that, the rootless Taoist continued to close his eyes, as if the demon had not appeared at all.

Endless aura continued to pour into his body slowly, and his body was completely enveloped in aura.

The scholar's face was pale at this time, and he began to cough incessantly, and he had a faint feeling that he was being stared at by a pair of ruthless eyes.

scolded in his mouth: Damn, I'm too impulsive, I shouldn't have come to the ghost place of the Immortal Nunnery, such a place, I shouldn't have come.

Being glanced at by Wugen from the Lock Mountain Great Array, he faintly felt a sense of crisis enveloping his heart.

When he turned around, with an endless cough, he disappeared above the ancestral peak.

Back in his teahouse, he felt relieved, and the endless coughing in his body came back to him.

From the pocket of his body, he took out another pill, took it quite distressedly, and then scolded in his mouth: Damn, let yourself waste another pill.

This elixir was in the former Demon Domain, but it couldn't be bought with ten thousand quintals of magic stones, but now he wants to eat it like a jelly bean, which is simply a treasure.

With helpless heartache, the scholar opened a secret door in the room, and his body quickly fell down.

After falling for a million miles, I came to an extremely hot secret room.

The periphery of the secret room was all shrouded in magma, and it took him a lot of effort to open this secret room.

Although this secret room is a little more difficult now, it is fortunate that it can cut off his connection with the mainland.

Even if he cultivates wholeheartedly now, it will not spread to the mainland, which makes him feel very relieved.

After descending to the secret room, he stopped coughing, and his face became much more ruddy.

At this time, countless underground magma breaths were transformed through a special channel, and wisps of fiery red aura surged towards his body, and he was all inhaled into his body.

After inhaling a lot of magma breath, and then breathing for a while, he opened his eyes, and a faint black light came out of his eyes, looking very terrifying, just like the previous scholars.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, pulled out the glowing ruler from his waist, and said, "Good things can't be enjoyed by one person, right?"

When the ruler heard the scholar say this, with a very reluctant look, he jumped a few times in his hand.

The scholar's eyes were sharp, and the ruler immediately felt a sense of crisis, and it had to fly to a huge pool according to the scholar's wishes, constantly spitting out blood, and in a moment, the huge pool was filled with it.

Then the ruler flew into another pool completely enveloped in the breath of magma, and began to spit out the unjust spirits that it had sucked up.

It was also a moment before all kinds of wails came from the pool where there was no edge.

These unjust souls are all the disciples of the sect who were destroyed by it.

These people are all low-level in cultivation, and for unknown reasons, they have become other people's swords.

Now he is locked in a formation ruler, panicked, and while crying, he is looking for a place to hide his soul everywhere, but the pool is empty, how can there be a place to hide his soul.

After the ruler spit out some souls, he returned to the scholar's hand with a low face.

The scholar saw the depressed ruler and said: "Stingy ghost, compared to those things that you swallowed, what is this?

You don't have to be a lot stronger with me, when have I ever treated you badly?

Go ahead and cultivate obediently, and I'll take you out to search again when I have the chance.

When the ruler heard the scholar say this, he jumped twice with joy, and with a flash of black light, he flew to the other end of the secret room to digest the blood and souls of the human race that had been swallowed by it.

The scholar stood up and looked at the slowly pooled blood in front of him, with a faint smile on his face, without the slightest melancholy, he jumped down.

The moment he entered the pool of blood, all the sweat pores on his body opened, and the hot blood still ran down the entrance into his long-thirsty body.

Feeling the delicious blood coming to his body, the scholar's originally thirsty body became moisturized.

Lying in the pool of blood, his body was motionless, and the blood of the pool poured into his body in a swirl, and the picture looked extremely terrifying and bloody.

It was just a moment of enjoyment, all the blood in the pool was sucked away by his body, and there was not a drop left, and the originally dry skin on his body became full and delicate at this moment.

The haggard and sallow face became rosy and elastic, as if ten years younger in an instant.

The hunched back was much straighter as a result.

Lying in the pool, he stretched lazily and said with some regret: It's a pity, it's a pity, it's still too little, if there are more, it will be better than now.

Then he turned his head to look at the ruler that was covered in black light, and his eyes flashed with resentment.

Despite this, he now wants to live better on this continent, and now he can't do without this ruler, although he has thousands of unwillingness in his heart, he can only endure it.

Without a moment's pause, he continued to transform into a black streamer, burrowing into the soul pool wrapped in the magma breath formation, and an extremely terrifying ghost crying wolf howl continued to come, and the moment he entered the soul pool, it was silent for a moment. It can be seen that scholars are not ordinary people.