Chapter 102: Moding Mutation

Wang Cheng's expression was a little dazed, and his divine sense swept in the sea of consciousness, but he didn't find anything abnormal. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The people who are unwilling to be in the morning...... Yuyan ...... "Wang Cheng was at a loss in his heart, it was not the first time he had heard this kind of voice.

Unwilling to be the clan of Tianchen, the meaning of this sentence, with his current experience, he still can't understand it, and after his consciousness is withdrawn at this moment, his eyes cautiously glanced at the space around him, and he groaned slightly.

The gray rain continued to drip, and as time passed, the rain dripped faster and faster, as if it was about to rain heavily.

Wang Cheng looked at the gray rain, and after his gaze slowly swept over the figures on the other four altars, he pondered in his heart.

At this moment, this Ancient Immortal Treasure is obviously about to appear, and with his cultivation, even if he obtains it, he will definitely not be able to keep it.

Taking a deep look at this hall, with a bit of regret in his eyes, he gently patted the storage bag with his right hand and took out a jade slip from it.

This jade slip was obtained by him from Zhang Ying, recording the map and information of this Xuanming Dao, at this moment this jade slip was held by Wang Chengna in his hand, his eyes flashed a trace of decisiveness, and his hand pinched slightly, and suddenly this jade slip was immediately shattered, and a gray light emanated from it, slowly forming a gray vortex in front of him.

This whirlpool was not big at first, but as soon as it appeared at this moment, it immediately began to expand, and Wang Cheng's divine sense swept this gray whirlpool, and immediately saw a passage to the outside world within it.

"That's it, this Ancient Immortal Treasure, with my current cultivation, I really don't have the ability to snatch it, it may be best to leave at this moment......"

Taking a deep breath again, Wang Cheng sighed in his heart, and at this moment, he took a direct step, and he was about to step into the gray whirlpool.

But at this moment, an extremely ancient vicissitudes of life suddenly emanated from this gray raindrop, and several figures on the other four altars changed their expressions at this moment, and their eyes invariably looked into the air.

"Treasure of the Soul of the Immortal Heaven Sect...... This treasure belongs to me, Duanmusheng!"

Suddenly, Duanmu Sheng's expression was excited, and at this moment, his eyes flashed, and the cultivation of his whole body exploded, exuding a fluctuation in the late stage of the knot, and his body jumped up, his eyes looked at a void, revealing a strong light.

Not only him, but also the old man in the colored robe, his cultivation exploded at this moment, and immediately made the air around him roar, exuding a fake baby aura that surpassed the realm of the Jiedan.

Nanmo's expression was solemn at the moment, and at the same time as the excitement in his eyes, a cold glow quietly flashed, and the old man in the dark red robe, with a strange expression at the moment, suddenly opened his mouth to inhale the gray raindrops in the sky.

Suddenly, a strong suction force was generated, and the gray raindrops turned into a curtain of water at this moment, surging towards him.

Feeling this powerful aura, Wang Cheng's expression was shaken, and his understanding of the realm of Jiedan in his heart was a little clearer at this moment.

"It's a pity, this fairy treasure doesn't belong to me......" sighed in his heart again, he didn't hesitate at this moment, his body stepped out, and he was about to enter the passage within the gray whirlpool.

But at this moment, the gray raindrops above the sky suddenly stopped dripping, and at the same time, a faint gray mist suddenly floated out from a certain void in mid-air, and a gray mirror, when this gray mist appeared, suddenly appeared in that nothingness.

At the moment when the gray mirror appeared, in Wang Cheng's storage bag, the ink ding, which had been dim, suddenly emitted a strong fluctuation at this moment.

The appearance of this fluctuation immediately made Wang Cheng take a step out, and his eyes glanced at the storage bag on his waist with surprise, and the next moment, he suddenly saw that the storage bag on his waist suddenly opened automatically at this moment, and Mo Ding flew out of it by itself, and instantly appeared in the sky, floating in the gray mirror.

In fact, all this happened very quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, and the ink ding appeared in the sky.

"It's ...... Gu Bao Mo Ding..."

Duanmu Sheng's expression burst out with unprecedented brilliance at this moment, and without saying a word at the moment, he grabbed this ink ding directly with his right hand.

"This is the Ding, the old man is looking for something for three hundred years...... You can't go wrong, it's this Moding!"

At this moment, the old man in the blue robe who cultivated to the highest level, when he saw Mo Ding, he looked ecstatic, and the power of cultivation was radiated at the moment, and he rolled directly towards Mo Ding with a roar.

Nanmo saw Mo Ding, but he didn't care, but stared at the gray mirror behind Mo Ding, and after taking a deep breath, his body suddenly flew out and flew directly towards this mirror.

The old man in dark red clothes, he slowly closed his mouth at this moment, looked at the one ding and one mirror in the sky, his expression revealed a trace of weirdness, his hands quickly pinched, and there were words in his mouth, and suddenly, a blood-colored face of more than ten zhang in size suddenly appeared in this palace space, exuding a demonic aura.

glanced at Mo Ding in the sky blankly, and a depression directly shrouded Wang Cheng's heart, this Mo Ding was only obtained by him after nine deaths, but he flew out at this moment, it seemed that he had nothing to do with him, he could only look at the four figures to snatch it, but he was powerless......

"Damn... Why did this Ding fly away by itself......" Wang Cheng scolded secretly in his heart, glanced at the storage bag that had been closed again, with a wry smile, his eyes swept over the Mo Ding, with depression in his eyes, and his body took steps again, seeing that he was about to enter the passage of the gray whirlpool.

But at this moment, the sword seal of the sword clan on his forehead suddenly lit up at this moment, and a unique aura suddenly dispersed, Wang Cheng looked stunned, and suddenly turned his head to look at the sky, and suddenly, he saw that the ink ding and the gray mirror suddenly merged together in the sky, and they flew towards him quickly at this moment.

Flying together, there were also those four monks with red eyes and fanatical expressions, who had cultivated into a full-scale outbreak at this moment.

"Damn!" Wang Cheng's expression was not only not surprised, but he rarely burst into a foul mouth, without saying a word, his body stepped out suddenly, and instantly fell into the gray whirlpool, and suddenly the whirlpool rolled, and its inner virtue road instantly expanded.

At the same time, almost at the moment when Wang Cheng stepped into the gray whirlpool, the ink ding and the gray mirror also flew in the gray whirlpool at this moment.

Duanmu Sheng's eyes were red, and at this moment, he desperately accelerated his speed, his right hand stretched out, wanting to grab the ink ding and the gray realm, but at this moment, Wang Cheng's eyes in the whirlpool suddenly flashed, he glanced at this Duanmu Sheng with a sneer, and a long sword with a strong aura in his right hand came out.

"Slash!"

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed, and the two spiritual intents in the sword seal in the center of his eyebrows suddenly erupted with a strong aura, and as his words fell, a breath that seemed to be able to cut off all things suddenly emanated from the long sword.

This is the slashing sword clan's divine power, sword slash!