Chapter 67: General Outline of the Past Mida Sutra (II)
The black prison looked a little fanatical and stood aside, anyone who knew that the peerless classics of the Dao Dao were about to be born, and they would not be at peace in their hearts, the mysterious power of the Heavenly Ghost Clan, just from the appearance, was almost no different from the human race, but the abyss-like and unfathomable aura, coupled with the dark blue eyes of the Heavenly Ghost Clan, it was not difficult to recognize.
"White Bone Daoist, ready, now please perform the Heavenly Ghost Blood Sacrifice**, so that the past Mida Sutra will be revealed. The black prison squinted his eyes, his expression was not respectful, and he didn't know where he got such a big confidence, to know that the existence of the 'respect' level was enough to kill him in seconds.
"Get out of the way, and if you're hurt, don't look for me. "The human language of the white bones is stiff, as if squeezed out of toothpaste, which makes people very uncomfortable.
But at this time, obviously no one would touch his brows, the white bones reached the edge of this altar, and Nie Wushuang also happened to see this altar built with demon blood, this altar is three feet in diameter, and countless white bones don't know where the black prison found it, and all kinds of incomparably complex runes on it are written around with demon blood, and bursts of mysterious power ripples ripple around, it is obvious that this is the ancient power of the altar.
With a wave of the Black Prison Hand, many disciples of the Fire God Palace immediately left the surrounding dozens of meters, leaving enough for the white bones to exert their magical powers, and then the white bones really didn't know what benefits the Dao Dao had been promised, and a dark cyan pillar of light that was several zhang long and more than a foot thick hit the white bones that were stacked on the altar, and then Nie Wushuang saw countless runes circulating, and frantically absorbed the white bones' Quadruple Venerable True Yuan, and the longer the absorption, the space a few meters above the altar fluctuated violently, and I didn't know how to make this altar, where did the black prison get it。
Seeing the power of space fluctuating violently in the sky above the altar, the Black Prison was immediately even more excited, if it weren't for the lack of his true element quality, he was afraid that he would have gone up to help a long time ago, and now he had to continue to wait.
Bai Gu's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to increase the input of the true yuan, and then all kinds of pills were also constantly replenishing his consumption one after another, otherwise the divine code came out, but he was exhausted by the true yuan, so what else was there to fight for, it might not be possible to save his life.
Nie Wushuang also understood his uneasy mood, after all, even if he was a supreme power, but in the face of a sect disciple with many mysterious methods, he had to be careful and careful, otherwise it would definitely be a tragedy.
After lasting for more than ten minutes, the altar finally gathered enough energy to open the Xiao Qianshi Realm, and in an instant, all the white bones instantly exploded into powder, and then a blood-red divine light instantly hit three meters above the sky, and silently, there was a small opening three feet away, what is you suppressing with a golden crystal ball-like thing, even Nie Wushuang's divine thoughts can't be approached, bursts of strong spiritual fluctuations came from the golden crystal ball, making Nie Wushuang feel thrilled, obviously that golden crystal ball is not an ordinary thing。
"Take out all the magic weapons for me, and be sure to grab the past Mida Sutra for me, hum. The Black Prison roared, and a fiery red bell-shaped magic weapon was instantly refined by him, and all kinds of wonderful animals were depicted outside this bell, as well as many extinct divine beasts, and all kinds of powerful and incredible power fluctuations emanated from above, and even Nie Wushuang, a cultivator who was dozens of meters away, clearly felt it.
"Black Prison, hmph, it's not up to you to decide now. Bai Gu smiled coldly and weirdly, and instantly turned into a cyan phantom, the speed is not three times the speed of sound, it is simply impossible to react, and the disciples of the Fire God Palace behind the black prison have also taken out a lot of real one-time treasures, all of which are extremely powerful treasures, but Bai Gu has turned into a shadow, not to mention his figure, and he has not even seen a single hair, so how can he fight.
The Black Prison originally thought that with the 'Ten Thousand Beasts Spirit Bell', he could restrain the white bones, but where did he think that the white bones would not fight against him head-on at all, but now there was no way, so he had to defend with all his might, more than ten disciples of the Fire God Palace formed a circular formation, and the black prison was in the middle, he just wanted to get the mysterious scripture in his hands now, and the others had to stand aside.
But how could the white bone make him happy?
Before he got close to the small Qianshi Realm that had cracked and emitted rich fluctuations, the countless True Yuan spears cast by the white bones were projected towards the Black Prison like a meteor shower, and the Black Prison's face was very ugly, and his fiery red True Yuan was stimulated on the Ten Thousand Beast Spirit Bell, which was worthy of being a super treasure at the spirit weapon level, and in an instant, a loud thick, rough, and ancient-like earth-shattering sound was transmitted, instantly crushing dozens of spears as fast as lightning.
"Amazing, this black prison has only exerted ten percent of the power of the spiritual weapon, if the fourfold and five-fold characters with divine powers use their spiritual weapons with all their might, it will not destroy the heavens and the earth!" Nie Wushuang sighed sincerely, if he faced so many True Yuan spears inspired by the fourfold masters, he was afraid that he would also suffer a big loss.
"Good means, I'll see how many attacks you can withstand!" Bai Gu's gloomy voice came, and the real body didn't know where Lu Dao had hid, if it weren't for the Ancient Altar Formation in the hands of the Black Prison, how could Bai Gu cooperate with him.
"Nie Wushuang, wait a minute, I will cast a great majestic auspicious cloud, so that you will have the ability to volley in a short period of time, snatch the past Mida Sutra and disappear in an instant, go to the thirtieth layer, and wait for you to digest and become a supernatural master, are you still afraid of them?" Bing Luyu's excited voice came.
"Okay, I don't want to delay the time, you can do it quickly!" Nie Wushuang said with a solemn expression.
Nie Wushuang calmed down, he knew that there was a golden crystal ball that really suppressed the past Mida Sutra in the small Qianshi Lu Realm that was opened, it was not a joke, because he felt the strong spiritual fluctuations in the golden crystal ball in his mind, it must be a spiritual imprint of the great person who collected this peerless secret book back then, and it was impossible to obtain the peerless secret book without destroying that spiritual imprint.
"I've started," Bing Luyu's cold voice remembered in Nie Wushuang's soul.
Nie Wushuang only felt a soft and light feeling passed from under him, a layer of white auspicious clouds several feet thick and the size of one zhang instantly held Nie Wushuang up, Nie Wushuang's divine thoughts instantly merged with this auspicious cloud, and after feeling that he could control it perfectly, he took a deep breath, and instantly under the support of the great majestic auspicious clouds, it turned into a blurred black lightning, and arrived in front of the black prison in less than a blink of an eye, the black prison was dealing with the endless attacks of the white bones, where did he expect Nie Wushuang to be killed halfway," Looking for death, you are all going to die today!" The Black Prison looked hideous, his face distorted, obviously driven to the extreme by Nie Wushuang and the white bones.