The Second Immortal Road

Genius remembers the site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads!?? Nangong walked to the edge of the altar coldly, looked for the spiritual object on the stone table, and did not hit the edge of the altar Pay attention to the spiritual bowl not far away. After all, it was reserved by the old zombie and the mandala flower. As long as he dares to intervene, the two seniors will never stand idly by!

Nangong Leng did not act immediately, but directly sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands turned like wheels, and a series of mysterious magic arts flew out of his hands, condensing a blue and white halo, covering him like armor. On the body.

That layer of halo seemed to be some kind of extremely cold air. As soon as Fang appeared, cold wind gusts were set off, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped several levels. If the surrounding monks did not open the body guard light curtain, they couldn’t help it. He shuddered.

The surrounding monks looked sideways, and even the old zombie and the mandala flower holy spirit couldn't help but looked up and looked at them. There was a look of surprise in their eyes, which was completely different from the disdain of the previous monks when they took the treasure.

Everyone around is aware of what powerful methods the Second Palace Master of the Ice God Palace is using, at least during the Yuan Ying period.

After about a half of the incense, the closed eyes of the Ice God Palace suddenly opened, and with a light step forward, his whole person turned into dozens of invisible cold air, under the protection of the blue and white halo outside, Rushed in the middle of the altar.

The Nangong Palace Master of the Ice God Palace looked like Wei Tianya, and directly used his body to rush into it. It seemed that he was not afraid of being corroded to death by the corpse energy, but he didn't know whether to say that the art master was bold or not knowing whether he was alive or well.

The blue-and-white halo covered Nangong's cold energy and rushed into the altar. The speed was very fast. With a flash, it avoided the two surrounding corpses and continued to rush inside.

The corpse energy around the altar becomes more dense as you get closer to the altar. When Nangong's cold fit is about forty to fifty feet, the corpse energy gathered around has reached four or five strands, and the blue and white halo can't escape. Passed.

He tried his best to rush forward three or four feet, Nangong Leng was finally surrounded by four corpses, but at this time the blue and white halo suddenly trembled, and the force of the extreme cold vented out, covering those corpses.

Fang Yi was covered by the force of the extreme cold, and the surrounding space seemed to be frozen. The speed of those corpses decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before touching the blue and white halo, they slowly stopped, with The long tail flame of corpse gas has not dissipated yet.

In the next instant, the blue and white halo trembled slightly, and the power of the extreme cold came out again, like a blue and white streamer, rushing straight to the stone table over there, and the corpses along the way came around and was covered by ice. The power of cold decayed its speed, and it was unable to cause any damage to the cold air formed by Nangong's cold.

Nangong successfully rushed to the stone table and turned straight back. Of course, he turned around and swept a burst of cold light, covering the jade belt made of thirty-six jade pieces on the stone table. Backflush.

When the surrounding monks saw this scene, they all stood up and were shocked from ear to ear. What happened to the Ice Palace, it really succeeded, rushed to the stone table, and left the stone with a treasure. The table, from start to finish, only the old zombie did this step!

Nangong Wen grinned when he saw this, and with one hand pulled back, the chilling ice sword he had been carrying was pulled out, and then he rushed to the edge of the altar, responding to the cold of Nangong. Looks like.

"Everyone, the treasure collection is not over yet, so don't have any extra thoughts. There are so many jade belts. I can take them apart and distribute them!" Nangong Wen quickly used his divine sense to send messages to the surrounding Yuan Yingqi monks.

Hearing Nangong Wen’s reminder, the eyes of the surrounding Yuan Yingqi flashed, and at the same time they flew out, guarding Nangong Wen’s side, all mana agitated, and concentrated on guarding against the old zombies and mandala flowers.

Nangong Wen is right. The old zombies and Datura flowers present are the strongest. If they don’t hug each other, they will definitely be destroyed by each, and the jade has 36 jade pieces, which can indeed be disassembled and distributed. !

"It's too early for you to be happy?" The mandala flower holy spirit sneered, and continued to look at Nangong Leng in the middle of the altar.

Everyone in Yuan Yingqi looked up at the past, their expressions changed again, and immediately discovered that something happened in the middle of the altar. The blue-and-white halo formed by Nangong’s coldness was surrounded by more than 30 corpses, and they could only slowly move towards. Bursting outside.

Perhaps it was because Nangong Leng brought a jade belt, which provokes the surrounding corpse qi, and a small half of the corpse qi moved here, surrounding Nangong Leng, the innermost layer of corpse qi was frozen, and the outside was patched up. , The outside was frozen, and the inside thawed again.

More than that, the surrounding corpse energy also tended to converge here.

Nangong Leng is now like a mortal advancing in the waist-deep snow, unable to move an inch.

Under the attack of numerous corpses, the blue and white halo did not last as long as the golden little bat of the old zombie. It only took one breath, and most of it dissipated. Waiting for two more breaths, the Nangong inside would be cold. It will be destroyed.

In the life and death crisis, Nangong didn’t care about the treasure anymore. The power of the ice cold was loosened slightly, and the jade belt with some golden patterns fell to the ground. But at this time, the corpse energy did not fade, and it seemed that it would not affect the present. The appearance that the invaders will never stop killing.

After two more breaths, the blue and white halo dissipated, and Nangong Leng only had time to scream "I am unwilling." The invisible cold air was infiltrated by the corpse Qi and turned into ink, and it trembled again and dissipated.

Nangong Leng was eroded and died, and the surrounding corpses slowly dissipated.

"Second brother!" Nangong Wen wailed, with a tragic and tragic voice. The probing hand grasped in the direction where Nangong cold dissipated, as if he wanted to be caught back by Nangong cold, but what he caught was nothing but nothing.

"Life and death are fateful, the palace is mourning." The nameless female Xiling of Xiling came to the front and shook her head and gave a relief.

The situation suddenly changed, causing many primordial cultivators to stare at them. They thought they could divide the treasures, but now they are all empty again. It's really uncomfortable to fall together!

Many Yuan Yingqi were silent for a while, all shook their heads, did not say much, just sat back to their original place.

Nangong Wen was not an ordinary person either. He clenched his fists and looked at the direction of Nangong Leng's death. He walked slowly back to the crowd, and kept his head down with a sad expression, ignoring the other monks.

The next one, the unnamed sister of Xiling, she looked at Nangong in a cold direction for a few times. After shaking her head silently, she started her own treasure collection. She slapped her storage bag and took out a bunch of distributions. A group of dirty blood with a faint foul smell.

With a sigh of relief, the nameless female cultivator pinched a special magic trick similar to the beast, and then threw the blood group toward the center of the altar.

Before flying into the altar, the blood group shrank sharply in the middle, turning into a black-red little spider, swinging its eight legs continuously, drawing out a string of black mist, and rushing straight into the altar.

The big spider rushed in three or four feet, a ray of black corpse gas floated over, and turned into a faint mist to cover the little spider. There was not much suspense, the black spider dissipated, and more than that, the corpse gas seemed to have come across. What a big tonic, it has more than doubled.

The little spider rushed into five or six feet, a normal level, after all, the monks of Taiyi Sect were all of this level.

Seeing a hint of disappointment flashed on her face, the nameless female cultivator said, "This corpse is too powerful, and the concubine body will not be insulted by herself!" After speaking, the female cultivator from Xiling walked back into the team.

Next is the second elder of Taiyi Sect. Although he is also a middle-term cultivator, his methods are not as cold as those of Nangong Cold or Wei Tianya in the Ice God Palace.

It was the turn of the old zombie again. The mandala flower in the tri-color robe slowly stood up and walked straight to the altar. Without talking any nonsense, the sleeve robe turned into a three. Cai Dunguang rushed into the altar.

As before, the mandala flower entered the altar, and three strands of corpse aura suddenly rushed in. At the same time, it was accompanied by bursts of pressure, hindering the steps of the mandala flower, but the mandala flower burst out one after another. The rich vitality of the circle, the three rays of light blended together, completely blocked the corpse energy erosion.

After three breaths, the mandala flower walked into the small jade bowl and leaned over to pick it up.

As soon as Fang picked up the jade bowl, the surrounding corpse qi rioted again, and dozens of corpse qi gathered around at the same time. In an instant, he surrounded the mandala flower hard, and tried to erode the three-color light around it. It's useless at all.

The large amount of vitality vented from the body of the mandala flower constantly offsets the dead energy in the corpse gas, and the toxicity in the corpse gas is also blocked by the three-color halo, which does not seem to take much effort.

The mandala flower moved and slid out, but it was outside the altar in a moment, holding the small spiritual bowl in his hand. The bowl was filled with sand like stars, fifty or sixty grains, each with richness. His spiritual energy fluctuates, and there are also some regular auras of heaven and earth that ordinary people can't perceive.

"The famous Heavenly Desolate Spiritual Land, and it is rumored that the spirits that can only be produced in the immortal world, with this soil cultivated, breaks through the bottleneck, and become the existence of the great elder is not just around the corner. At that time, we will be able to gather the scattered and wild tribes and reproduce our wooden clan. , Why not send someone under the fence between the two races of shemales and monsters!" Mandala flower held the small bowl excitedly, the joy on her face was not concealed.

After planning for nearly 10,000 years, I have not succeeded in distracting several times, and now I have finally got my wish. Not to mention that there are 50 or 60 grains of heaven and earth, just one, and it is definitely worth it~www.wuxiahere.com~ For their Mu people, it is simply a supreme fetish, and they don't change anything!

The things were really taken out, the eyes of the surrounding Nascent Soul Stage cultivators were hot, but they calmed down after a while. There were two Transfiguration-level people on the opposite side. If they didn't come to grab them, they should burn incense. Where can I covet the other party's spiritual things.

"Congratulations to fellow Daoists, I finally got my wish!" The old zombie walked forward with a smile on his face and raised his hand to congratulate.

"Thanks to fellow Yue Daoist for his assistance, and dragged this spiritual thing away from the stone table!" Mandala flower was in a good mood, and replied slightly.

"Since the spiritual object has been handed, the space node that the fellow Taoist promised before, I don't know if it can be done now..." The old zombie smiled, and stroked his hand as he spoke, seeming to be extremely happy.

"It's easy to say, this is half, and the remaining half will wait until we go out!" The mandala flower smiled sweetly, and then threw a small jade slip, which fell into the hands of the old zombie.

The old zombie took the jade slip, felt a little, his expression of joy was not concealed at all, and smiled twice in satisfaction before he put the jade slip away, and said, "Thank you, fellow holy spirit!"

"You don't need to be polite, the concubine still has some extra energy, and I want to try again, I hope the Daoist can help the concubine in the battle!" Mandala Hua raised her eyes to the stone table in the distance, and stared at it. On top of the dark green cracked wooden sword.

If she read it right, the wooden sword should be some kind of legendary treasure, stronger than the Heavenly Spirit Treasure. Every birth will inevitably cause a **** storm. The wild war between several races nearly a thousand years ago, the monster The Shadowwood Yasha tribe was involved, and hundreds of thousands of lives were killed and wounded. It was caused by a top-ranked treasure of this kind! I want to talk about "{?$article_title?}" with more like-minded people, ;", chat about life, find friends~