Chapter 55: The Secret of the Bottom of the Well

Entering the interior of the Treasure Pavilion, you can see that there are strange flowers and plants everywhere, pavilions and jade, and the three of them don't have time to think about it, and they all use their spiritual power to keep harvesting.

The crowd chasing in the rear looked at the dazzling scene in front of them, and they didn't care about continuing the pursuit, everyone here understood people, rather than fighting for an incense burner that didn't know what to do, it was better to fill their pockets as soon as possible.

Under the search of everyone like locusts crossing the border, the entire ground was instantly in shambles.

Xiao Xuehong and the three of them naturally gained a lot at the front, and the Treasure Pavilion was more like a small secret realm, and the three of them continued to move forward, during which they kept fighting with the mask man and Zhao Biao.

Fortunately, the defense of the World Tree is extremely strong, and the three of them are not hard-hitting, so the battle is difficult to solve for a while.

Xiao Xuehong shot several meteorites in a row with a thunder spear, and the World Tree was as flexible as an arm under Liu Wei's control, swinging one branch after another, and constantly pumping.

Lu Xiangchen waved his hand and threw out dozens of tortoise shells, and a formation was formed, and every time an attack fell on the formation, it would be guided to another place.

In this way, with the mutual cooperation of the three of them, they resisted wave after wave of attacks.

With the blessing of the incense burner, Xiao Xuehong did not feel the slightest tiredness.

The wind and thunder spear fused with the power of Gengjin was constantly thrown, tirelessly, and the opponent who hit kept dodging.

The effect of the incense burner made Xiao Xuehong extremely excited at this time, and the state of the whole person became a little crazy, and Liu Wei and the others beside him also noticed that something was wrong with him.

"Brother Xue, calm down, the enemy is outnumbered, look for a chance to get out. Liu Wei snorted softly

Xiao Xuehong turned a deaf ear, as if the whole person was being manipulated, and clenched the incense burner in his hand. Immersed in great power.

After the green smoke released by the incense burner entered Xiao Xuehong's body, it was gradually absorbed by the other side flower on his forehead. A purple air stream is formed and flows through the body.

Whenever the meridians in his body were washed by the purple airflow, Xiao Xuehong's meridians would be widened a lot and become more tenacious.

The texture of the flower on the forehead began to spread at this moment, and Xiao Xuehong's entire face was covered with purple lines, and his temperament became more and more bewitching. The whole person is becoming more and more out of control.

"Brother Xue, your face ......" Lu Xiangchen looked at Xiao Xuehong in front of him a little overwhelmed.

Liu Wei had been manipulating the World Tree to resist the attack ahead, and when he looked back at this time, he was also extremely surprised when he saw Xiao Xuehong, whose face was full of purple patterns.

In a moment when the two were briefly shocked, the masked man seized the opportunity to slash down with a heavy axe, and the Netherworld Blood River invaded, Zhao Biao saw the opportunity and slapped it with his palm, and the two worked together to open a gap.

Liu Wei and Lu Xiangchen hurriedly came back to their senses, and they didn't have time to take care of Xiao Xuehong's state at this time, and hurried to make up for the defensive gap, but it was already too late.

The Nether Blood River continued to erode the World Tree's Shadow, eating away at the breached breach like a maggot attached to the bone.

Liu Wei looked anxious, and the besieging people also noticed Xiao Xuehong's strangeness, and they all accelerated the pace of the attack.

The World Tree Phantom is becoming more and more difficult to support, and Liu Wei and Lu Xiangchen are a little stretched in the face of overwhelming attacks.

Just when the two of them were extremely anxious, the purple pattern had already spread to Xiao Xuehong's whole body, and the powerful aura fluctuations made people a little frightened.

Xiao Xuehong rushed out in a flash, the whole person was like a demon god, and the fist wrapped in purple patterns slammed into the chest of Xing Tianzhen Ling's chest like a broken bamboo, and the powerful impact lifted off a large area of turf.

The entire space is distorted, Xiao Xuehong's attack has completely lost its discipline, the whole person is crazy, and every move is pure physical power.

A short man wanted to sneak attack from behind, but was slapped on the head by Xiao Xuehong with a palm, and blood splattered in an instant, leaving only a headless body.

Xiao Xuehong is like a wolf entering a flock, no one can stop him everywhere he passes, the masked man fuses the innocent spirit of punishment, holding a giant axe and constantly slashing on Xiao Xuehong's wind and thunder armor, sparks are flying, and the two of them fight each other with their lives.

Lacking the fierce rival of the masked man, the World Tree Phantom gradually recovered its defense under Liu Wei's repair, and Lu Xiangchen re-controlled the formation to assist, temporarily stabilizing the formation.

On the other side, the masked man slashed a nether blood claw across Xiao Xuehong's chest, leaving five claw marks on the Wind and Thunder Armor. Xiao Xuehong is as deaf as a war machine.

Stretching out a finger, the violent power continued to condense at the fingertips, and finally converged into a point, and the light bloomed, instantly piercing the masked man's lung lobes through the protection of the Xingtian True Spirit.

A muffled snort sounded, and the corner of the masked man's mouth was bleeding, and he looked at Xiao Xuehong with an incredulous expression.

"It's been a long time since I've been hurt, and you're really surprising to me. The remnants of the domineering spiritual power began to spread around the masked man's wounds. The whole person kept coughing, and the pain of the wound being pulled made him extremely pale.

With a wave of his hand, he took out an elixir and swallowed it, his complexion eased a lot, but the residual spiritual power of Xiao Xuehong's finger still existed in his chest and lungs, constantly destroying his internal organs.

After winning the first blow, Xiao Xuehong did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and the whole person's eyes were empty, and he was a little dazed and froze in place.

After looking around, the whole person turned into a purple streamer and flew towards a pavilion.

Xiao Xuehong's strange behavior attracted everyone's attention, and the others showed hesitation, entangled in whether to keep up, it was obvious that Xiao Xuehong was in the wrong state at this time, and his behavior was also confusing.

Purple mist shrouded Xiao Xuehong, and the purple patterns were densely packed up and down.

The flower pattern on the other side of the forehead was spinning drippingly, the incense burner in his hand kept trembling, and Xiao Xuehong's whole person was vague at this time. In the blink of an eye, he rushed into a stone building in the shape of a pagoda......

After a dozen or so people who followed from behind, they struggled internally and followed hard. The inside of the stone building was empty, only there was a deep well in the middle, and after Shangguan Bing'er and the others came forward to investigate, they all looked solemn.

There was only a thick purple mist in the deep well, and more than a dozen people looked at each other, and at this time, Liu Wei and others also came, and they couldn't make up their minds for a while after learning about the situation, everything in front of them was too weird, especially after seeing Xiao Xuehong's state.

What exactly exists inside the deep well makes people curious and full of fear at the same time.

Lu Xiangchen walked to the well and took out a wooden delicate finch, and after the spiritual power was poured into it, the little finch vividly instigated its wings and flew into the bottom of the well............