At the same time, the Spiritual Stone Pill in front of them, which seemed to be unable to be absorbed, disappeared without a trace.
boom!
Jushuang City, in a magnificent mansion.
In the main hall.
The man in black robe struck out with his sword, and there was a sound of footsteps outside. It was obvious that a casual cultivator had walked in.
"This junior has come all the way here to get the spiritual stone elixir." The man said respectfully as soon as he entered the door.
Without hesitation, the man in black robe immediately tore off a large piece of tender meat from his body and handed it to him.
The casual cultivator stretched out one hand, grabbed it respectfully, and immediately turned it into spiritual stones and elixirs that exuded rich spiritual energy.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist! Then thank you Shuangcheng!" The casual cultivator said with a happy face and said goodbye.
Before he even had time to step out of the cave, his initial excitement turned into greed.
Not long after, several casual cultivators came one after another.
boom!
The sky is vast and filled with five colors.
The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" was still standing in mid-air with a calm face.
He looked, and in his eyes, the scene of Shuangcheng City appeared.
The wounds on Zhan Wuji's body are constantly healing, and his power is constantly being divided. However, the aura on his body is still rising, and the aura on his body is also constantly rising, which is extremely strange.
The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" was shocked. The technique used by this boy had an extraordinary background!
Only, this time, they met themselves!
At this moment, in the city, Zhan Wuji slashed with his sword again, and several streaks of bloody sword light flashed across the sky. Those monks who had just obtained the spiritual stones and elixirs were killed in an instant.
The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" looked at the bloody scene in front of him and nodded happily: "Okay!
Now, kill as many as you can!
As long as he can kill half of the people, his Taoist heart can be corrected!
It would be a waste if such a ruthless and powerful young man could not become the savior of the world.
While he was thinking, he saw Zhan Wuji's aura suddenly change, and his figure also changing rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the aura and appearance of this young man turned into the ancestor of the "Five Plagues"!
"Five plagues" the old man glanced at indifferently, the next second.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, and then blood spurted out, and a large piece of flesh was bitten off by the invisible fangs!
As the blood spurted out, the momentum of the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" suddenly weakened a bit.
The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" frowned slightly and immediately glanced at the monk who took the spirit stone and the elixir.
While thanking the casual cultivator, he stared at his newly acquired resources. For the ancestor, the things in the hands of this casual cultivator no longer belong to Zhan Wuji, but belong to him!
With his cultivation level, he can do this in this world before he has gone through the tribulation?
While he was thinking, another casual cultivator walked into the hall, bowed and bowed, and accepted the spiritual stones and elixirs handed over by the man in the cloak.
Just as he was thanking him, a large piece of the body of the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" was torn off again, and then his body just disappeared out of thin air.
The aura of the ancestor has dropped a bit.
The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" didn't waste any time and slapped his palm directly towards the monk who blessed him with Tao Yun.
Blood is like smoke, like smoke and mist.
The monk had no power to fight back and died instantly. His body exploded and turned into fireworks that filled the sky and scattered in the courtyard.
Although he was beheaded here, the injuries and aura of the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" showed no sign of improvement.
It was in [One Realm] that Zhan Wuji's momentum suddenly surged.
Seeing this scene, the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" was stunned for a moment, and then his face became much more solemn. This young man could actually hide the laws of a holy land!
This scene reminded him of a powerful existence.
Just as he was thinking this, a new casual cultivator walked into the city lord's palace in Juishuang City. After saying hello, he successfully took it from Zhan Wuji, who had become the ancestor of the "Five Plagues". A meat dish.
As soon as the piece of flesh and blood came into contact with the palm of the casual cultivator, it turned into crystal clear spiritual stones and elixirs.
In mid-air, the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" was torn open by an inexplicable force. Blood flew everywhere, and his momentum was stagnant again.
The old man "Five Plagues" looked as usual and immediately made a simple hand seal.
In Jushuang City, the thick carpet under the feet of Zhan Wuji's ancestor suddenly became extremely soft, and a stream of dark red blood slowly seeped out from the carpet and rose rapidly.
Pieces of mirrors slowly rose from the blood.
Each mirror is slender and looks exactly the same in appearance, giving people an ancient and cold feeling.
The surface of the mirror is red, like drops of blood, with a strong smell of blood. On the edge of the mirror are eyes, like blooming flowers, densely packed, densely packed, giving people a sense of wonder. An eerie feeling.
I don’t know who carved it, but it was carved so vividly that the lines looked like living things, and each eye was dripping with blood. It looked around quietly, just like the bronze bells under the many eaves of the Samsara Tower.
The blood-colored mirrors formed a circle, surrounding Zhan Wuji.
The body under the cloak still maintains the image of the leader of the "Five Plagues", but in the blood-colored mirrors, Zhan Wuji's image has been meticulously reflected clearly.
Outside, a few monks in ragged clothes and dusty clothes walked in quietly, bowed and said: "I'm here to receive the training resources provided by Jushuang City..."
Behind the table, Zhan Wuji, who looked like the master of the "Five Plagues", remained motionless, while in the blood-colored mirrors, he held one hand directly towards himself.
Just as he was about to tear his body off piece by piece, he saw a dense black mass that was as solid as a solid body rising suddenly, completely covering the mirrors.
And this kind of darkness is different from ordinary darkness. It has the ability to block vision and perception. It is [Cloudy Fog]!
The blood mirror completely obscured Zhan Wuji's appearance, so he cut off a large piece of flesh and blood from his body and handed it to the monks.
The casual cultivators, not knowing what went wrong, collected the piece of flesh and blood one by one, looked at the spiritual stones and elixirs inside, burst into tears of gratitude, and left one after another.
High in the sky, a large piece of the body of the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" was cut off again, and the whole person's momentum dropped again.
His gray clothes made a hunting sound, and his hands formed seals.
In Jushuang City, a crashing sound came from an empty hall.
The luxurious and gorgeous ceiling, walls, and floors all seemed to have been soaked by rain, with blood oozing out quickly.
