Chapter 150: Ten Miles of Long Street

The long street is ten miles, the courtyard is Jingwei, and the mountains and flowers and sea trees have their own shapes. ☆ →, there is a gate square inside the gate, and the inscription on it is 'Shenlei Immortal Gate'

There are two stone statues guarding under the doorway, with swords in both hands, looking down and not seeing clearly, wearing heavy and simple armor, experiencing the baptism of the long years.

Although they are all ruined and look dilapidated, they can faintly see some of the glory of the past.

The doppelganger carried the front foot of the deity and just stepped into it, and the back foot was full of sword shadows pouring down like stars.

Divided into his body and mind, he protected the deity behind him, and shouted: "Ghost Blade Shadow! Ghoul Clone!"

The black mist was cathartic like a shower, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into two eight-foot skeleton ghosts, with eyes full of fire and fire, and the long knife in his hand.

The two stood side by side, protecting Fang Wenyuan's deity and the doppelganger tightly.

However, what was surprising was that when the sword shadow in the sky was about to fly over the wall, the wall was still shining with a purple light.

The doppelganger's pupils shrank, shocked, and muttered to himself: "This is thunder, actually... Actually dispersed the thunder into fog, this..."

The purple brilliance was as thin as a light veil, and in the face of the sinister sword shadow, it was like a city wall made of steel.

I thought that the sword shadow would cut the purple curtain, even if it couldn't be broken, there would be a sonorous sound, but this was not the case.

Against the purple curtain, the shadow of the knife dissipated like a bubble.

The ghost king was shouting outside, but he didn't dare to take a step forward, and said with a gloomy expression: "Even if you enter the door of death, you don't want to become the blood food of this seat, and you have courage." ”

Looking at this thin layer of purple curtain with a jealous face, he opened his mouth and put the monstrous ghost mist into his abdomen, and his short figure restored Cheng Ji's appearance, and he flicked his robe and flew back a hundred miles, and then sat down cross-legged.

Got rid of the pursuit of the Ghost King, and the clone also recovered from the shock of the purple curtain.

Lift the deity up, and then enter bursts of pure spiritual power to help the deity heal.

Three hours later, Fang Wenyuan's seat gradually recovered, and after opening his eyes, he began to recuperate on his own.

Under the inner consciousness of the gods, he found that the injuries he suffered were even worse than he imagined, not to mention the displacement of the five internal organs, several broken ribs, and the bone meridians of the entire left arm were seriously damaged.

The injuries outside the body are even worse on the top of the head, full of sores.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the Qinglian Daoji in the dantian exudes a faint vitality and is stored for it. Otherwise, the injury is small, and the death is great.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan and the clone were sitting under the gate to heal their injuries, and they did not act rashly, nor did they take half a step inside.

During the healing, Fang Wenyuan habitually spread his divine sense, and found that the Zhengyang Immortal Palace was more like a city. However, the pattern is different, and there are no four gates, east, west, north and south.

All ten gates are located in the south.

Only the monarch sits north to south.

Therefore, Fang Wenyuan guessed that the owner who built this immortal palace should be a big man.

Although the divine sense can be sensed in the Immortal Palace, it is only a rough sense, if the sense is subtle, I am afraid that it will trigger the prohibition here, and what will happen at that time, Fang Wenyuan can't predict it.

However, he was still negligent, or rather, reckless.

The moment his consciousness swept over the doorway, it alarmed the statue of the guard.

These two statues seem to have been immersed in the ages, and although they are somewhat dilapidated, they are still mighty. The moment Fang Wenyuan's divine sense retracted, their heads lowered, and a trace of purple light flashed in their eyes.

Fang Wenyuan's original figure and clone each held a spirit stone to restore their spiritual power, and they didn't notice this change at all.

Three days passed in a hurry, and the spiritual power in Fang Wenyuan's body had only recovered thirty percent. Because the injury was serious this time, I only cared about recovering from the injury.

The trauma has been fully recovered, the qi of the five internal organs in the body has been almost stored, and the broken bones have recovered as before. And the left arm, which was the most seriously injured, healed under the double recovery of the Wood Spirit Vein and the Dragon Pattern Bone Refining.

The doppelganger also suffered some injuries, although not as severe as the deity, but not light. However, he didn't have the wood spirit veins in the deity's body, so he didn't recover as quickly as the deity.

"Well, why is the aura of heaven and earth suddenly so strong here?"

Fang Wenyuan, who was meditating, was awakened by the changing aura of heaven and earth, so he stood up and looked around.

A dull sound made Fang Wenyuan turn his head, only to see that the gate in the city wall was slowly closing. And the aura of heaven and earth also frantically converged towards the immortal palace, and at this time, the immortal palace gave Fang Wenyuan's senses a great change.

It has become a wild beast, exuding an aura of terror.

Seeing that things were not good, Fang Wenyuan flew back and went straight out of the gate.

The doppelganger's reaction was not slow at all, and it galloped outward with the deity. Suddenly, Fang Wenyuan's heart trembled, and he immediately pulled the clone back, and his galloping momentum suddenly stopped, forcibly twisting his body and retreating backwards.

The deity frowned, and a wind blade was struck. The wind blade whined and flew out of the gate.

Just as he was about to go out, a purple curtain shone at the gate, and the wind blade immediately turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared without a trace. Whether it is the doppelganger or the deity, their pupils shrank, and they looked shocked.

I never thought that this gate had not yet fallen, but it had already blocked the back road of the future. However, the change did not end, the moment the gate fell, the two stone statues suddenly came to life, holding swords in both hands and trying to slash the two of them.

At this time, the doppelganger and the deity have not recovered their peak, so it is naturally difficult to resist effectively.

The long sword is domineering, opening and closing, without scruples.

The cultivation of these two stone statues is equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building, and it continues to rise. Fang Wenyuan's eyes shone, he waved his hand forward, and drank: "Move mountains!"

A fifty-foot hill blocked the stone statue, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the deity flew to the side of the doppelganger and pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

The clone pinched the trick with both hands, and the aura around his body changed, and all the spiritual power poured towards the deity like a tide.

The doppelganger was seriously injured, but there was no way to heal the injury, so the spiritual power recovered quickly, so the deity absorbed all the spiritual power of the doppelganger, and the yuan power in the body was immediately replenished, and it was restored to ninety.

Under the splash of rubble, the two stone statues had broken through the barrier of the hill and came to Fang Wenyuan.

Fang Wenyuan waved his hand, sealed the clone, and put it back in the storage bag. Because of this action, he lost the opportunity to dodge the stone statue's long sword, but he did not fear, waved his right hand, like a poisonous snake, and pinched the long sword like lightning.

However, he was still a little underestimated, and although the long sword of the stone statue was not sharp, it was full of strength. When he took this sword, his entire arm was numb, and the stone slab under his feet was also cracked.

There's no time to be shocked, and there's no time to be distracted. Fang Wenyuan twisted his waist, unloaded the strength of the long sword, and moved back under his feet.

At that moment, another sword slashed horizontally, cutting through his shirt. If he is a little half a step late, I am afraid that he will be cut in two.

The Ghost Escape Technique had already been cast, Fang Wenyuan's action speed increased, and he waved his hand and punched out two punches to make the stone statue's attack stagnate, and he took this opportunity to retreat. Straight to the other direction of the ten-mile long street, one foot into the door.

At this time, the mutation was prominent, and after Fang Wenyuan stepped into the door, he returned to the same place. It's as if he's coming out of the doorway.