Bodhi Holy Realm.

The white-clothed nun was a little pale, obviously constantly injecting mana into the token, and the consumption was also extremely large.

Fortunately, her efforts have finally paid off.

After many rotations, a bodhi seed with a green body and nine eyes fell from the forbidden gap, and was firmly caught by the woman's white jade-like palm.

"Nine-Eyed Bodhi... The ultimate treasure of enlightenment! ”

The white-clothed nun's eyes lit up slightly, but then she was a little gloomy: "It's a pity... This is what Uncle Wan'er is bound to get. ”

She sighed and sealed the bodhi seed into a jade box.

Then, a white shadow flashed, and he walked out of the Bodhi Holy Land.

In the outer city, all kinds of witch people have been killed and injured by the previous 'madness', and the few surviving people are also walking in the sea of corpses and blood, their eyes are blank, like a walking corpse.

"Not bad... This is the right place for me to practice the Fa! ”

A sickly smile appeared on the white-clothed nun's face, and the snowflake marks between the beautiful jade shone brightly.

The next moment!

There was a crunch click!

In front of the white-clothed nun in front of her. A cyan sword light burst!

A figure flashed directly from an ordinary tree on the side of the road, holding a cyan long sword and slashing at it!

"Wood Escape?"

The white-clothed nun clicked on her forehead, and she lost a corner.

Her eyes were clear, and she was obviously not affected in the slightest by the Yuan Demon Thorn that Fang Xi had cast with a divine sense that surpassed the middle stage of the ordinary knot pill.

Wave!

The sword qi slashed across the woman, but only hit a lifelike ice sculpture.

Not far away, a white light flashed, and the figure of this woman resurfaced and touched her forehead: "Divine Consciousness Secret Technique? Mid-Yudan? You don't have seven emotions and six desires..."

Fang Xi held the Qinghe sword in his hand and replied with a smile: He rushed to this city, and faintly noticed that someone in the holy land had taken the lead, but he hadn't left yet, so naturally according to the old rules, he approached with the technique of Mu Dun, and the Yuan Demon Thorn shook the sea of knowledge, and then burst into a surprise attack!

The disciples of the Demon Sect that I met before were basically slaughtered without any resistance when they encountered this move.

After all, he is in the mid-stage realm of the Jiedan, and his own strength is definitely not a weak person among the mid-stage cultivators of the Yigan Jiedan.

As a result, he only won seven or eight out of ten, which already made Fang Xi feel that this group of demon sect disciples was of very strong quality.

Moreover, before the assassination, he would often perform the secret technique of withering glory to collect his own breath.

This withered glory decision is the top-level exercise, and when you are fully converging, your heart is like a dead wood, and you can't make waves, and even your thoughts fluctuate as if there are nothing.

According to Fang Xi's opinion, this secret technique is very compatible with assassination.

In fact, it is exactly what it is.

Even though this female cultivator had the keen ability to detect killing intent, she was faintly restrained by his exercises.

If it weren't for the secret technique of the substitute, I was afraid that I would have suffered a big loss with a sword just now!

"In the secret realm, there is indeed a change... Are you the one from Danya? Or did other sects break through the boundaries and smuggle in? ”

The white-clothed nun pinched her face expressionlessly, a snow-white shield levitated, the cold wind blew all around, and a layer of snowflakes protected her whole person.

"It looks... You weren't affected by my Yuan Demon Thorn in the slightest before, and you were really a little different from ordinary disciples. ”

Fang Xi replied neatly.

Suddenly, an expressionless figure appeared behind him, surrounded by nine dragons, it was the puppet You Kun!

The puppet pointed expressionlessly, and six fiery dragons pounced, entangled with a figure that suddenly appeared.

This figure had a gray face, sharp claws, and seemed to be a chameleon lurking invisibly, wanting to sneak attack Fang Xi.

Fortunately, Fang Xi's powerful divine sense had been shrouding a radius of dozens of miles, and when he found something abnormal, he released the puppet.

"Daoyou, this demon corpse, really practiced well, and opened □ before to attract my attention... Let this demon corpse sneak attack again... Yes, I have a lot of experience in fighting. ”

Fang Xi showed a sneer, and with a flick of the ten fingers of both hands, one after another the Yimu Divine Sword flew out.

Seeing this, the white-clothed female cultivator could only grit her silver teeth and spew out an awl that seemed to be made of ice crystals, fighting with many Otogi divine swords, and at the same time secretly complaining to herself.

The enemy's mana and divine sense surpassed her by too much, and even if she had a waidan and barely increased her mana to the early stage of the knot, it was still very inferior.

What's more, she is the earthly ice spirit root, and she has cultivated a rare supreme heart demon technique, which can arouse the monk's seven emotions and six desires, and any enemy will often be hit by a little carelessness when he moves with her, and fall into various mental magic realms, which can be described as killing people invisibly.

But he didn't expect that the monk in front of him was very strange, his mind was like dead wood, and there was no wave in the ancient well, so he couldn't be moved at all.

The white-clothed nun struggled to support her, but she was really depressed in her heart.

She didn't know that this withering glory was not only a top-level exercise, but also a chapter of transforming into a god, and in terms of rank and potential, it was on par with the magic skills she cultivated.

Otherwise, even if she encounters a righteous path monk who has cultivated the skill of pure heart and concentration, with her magic skills, she can unconsciously make her fall into the path.

"It's time to go!"

The more the woman in white fought, the more frightened she became, and suddenly let out a long howl like a phoenix.

That Demon Dao Refining Corpse seemed to have received some order, and it didn't care that its body was entrenched and burned by the nine fire dragons, and with one lunge, it grabbed Fang Xihou's heart.

Fang Xi frowned, and the light of the Yimu Divine Light Cover flowed, blocking this claw.

"This demon corpse... It's a little weird... He didn't even look afraid of the true fire of the yang attribute. ”

At the same time, the woman in white sacrificed a white talisman treasure.

This rune treasure exploded directly, turning into a crystal white ice phoenix carved from cold ice, entangled with the mouth flying sword, and at the same time forced a blood bead from his finger, and was about to use the blood escape technique to escape.

Sou!

A blood-colored rainbow broke through the air, and then resurfaced on the other side.

The blood color converged to reveal the figure of the white-clothed female cultivator, and her face was extremely ugly: "Formation? When was it laid? ”

"I was escaped a lot by your senior brother before, and I made some improvements."

"How do Daoyou look at me, this Otogi Divine Light Array? This array can only be regarded as a third-order remnant array, or is it temporary... But it also has a certain amount of banning power..."

Fang Xi smiled slightly.

was run away by the disciples of the Demon Dao a lot, and he accumulated a certain amount of experience by killing and killing.

At this time, with just a slight finger, the blue and blue Otogi divine light rose into the sky and turned into pillars of light.

The large array was running, and Otogi Divine Thunder and Otogi True Fire appeared.

The mana in the middle stage of his knot surged out, running the formation, and then pointing with his hand.

The "Seal of Life and Death" appeared in the sky above the white-clothed female cultivator and smashed down!

Seeing this scene, the white-clothed nun couldn't help but have a look of despair in her eyes.

She's just a foundation... How could He De be so targeted?

Primordial Demon Gate, edge of the stone platform.

There was a crisp cracking sound.

Two figures sitting cross-legged suddenly opened their eyes at the same time.

"Another one died... Did the disciples who entered the Xuanwu Secret Realm die too quickly and too much? ”

The handsome man frowned:

And Wan'er on the opposite side is a flower that changes color and takes out a string of rosary-shaped things.

This string of rosary beads is red all over, and most of the beads are shining and burning, and one of the names is faintly visible.

But by this time, many of them had lost their luster and cracks appeared.

And when Wan'er saw that one of the 'white character rosary beads' was also dimly cracked, an astonishing aura appeared on her body: "Something happened to Master Bai's nephew!" ”

"What? This woman inherits your demonic skills, and has the 'Six Desires Mixed Heavenly Demon' by her side, who can kill her? ”

A trace of surprise appeared on the handsome man's face: "It seems that there is really a problem in the secret realm, if the disciples are killed and injured too much, it will affect our evaluation..."

Wan'er's expression was also as cold as ice: "There are also examples before accidents in the secret realm, either a hostile sect sent a monk to break the boundary and smuggle in, or a certain genius appeared among the witch kings, unified the secret realm, cultivated hundreds of witch kings with iron-blooded means, and then collectively dispatched to hunt and kill my Holy Gate disciples." ”

"Well, the last time this happened was the 'Witch Emperor's Rebellion' 1,800 years ago, right? I remember that time, although the disciples of the Holy Gate suffered heavy casualties, the deacon of the Golden Pill who was the guardian of him took this opportunity to sacrifice hundreds of Golden Pill Demon Heads in one breath, and turned them into a powerful magic treasure, and finally not only succeeded in condensing the Yuan Infant, but also made a name for himself among the Yuan Infants. ”

The handsome man chuckled, and suddenly his figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already holding the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and when he came to the stone platform, a silver talisman appeared in his hand: "There are finally enough dead disciples, according to the rules..." Now that something has happened in the secret realm, I am responsible for being on duty, and I will go to investigate with the "Descent Talisman"! ”

"Wan'er also wants to go, how about Senior Brother give this opportunity to Wan'er?"

Wan'er suddenly smiled coquettishly and pleaded: "Wan'er is also afraid that something will happen to her senior brother, what if there is a righteous path infant and old monster smuggling?" ”

"Humph! If there is a primordial old monster smuggling in the secret realm of Xuanwu, the prohibition must be detected, and the elders of this sect will not be able to sit still for a long time..."

The handsome man smiled slightly, stimulated the boundary demarcation talisman in his hand, and said proudly: "What's more, with my current cultivation, even if I meet the old monster of the Yuanying Baby, the other party can't help me, so my junior sister will take a good look at this rooftop for me, haha..."

In the midst of laughter, the handsome man was wrapped in silver light and disappeared in an instant.

"Hmph, it's not that I'm looking forward to dying more disciples, so that I can have an excuse to enter the secret realm and plunder again. After I waited for the Dan, I was deprived of the opportunity to enter this secret realm, and only under a few specific circumstances... But it's a pity .... Wan'er's cultivation skills are quite inductive, and when she also wants to go to the secret realm, she feels quite frightened...

Wan'er played with the green silk at her fingertips, but a smile suddenly appeared on her face, and there was a faint look of expectation.