The surviving monks rushed out of the ruins frantically and flew out of the abyss.
The ruins and the others were absurd and weird. They fought and fought, but in the end they gained nothing and instead lost many companions.
At the last moment, I almost lost my life.
Fortunately, the crisis suddenly disappeared. Although it was unexpected, they felt that it was a blessing.
At least lives were saved.
Zhao Wujiang also came to the abyss with Xuanyuan Jing and Li Chunjun. His body was filled with fire, and he was constantly refining the vast power of Taotie's remnant soul.
This trip to the ancient ruins was an experience for him.
It was as if the owner of the mysterious female voice was behind the opening of the ruins.
Come and guide him so that he can see who he is.
Once he dreamed of going back to the past, and once he was taught the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique. The female voice told him that he was the reincarnation of the demon god.
Now everyone has gained nothing, but he has mastered the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique, and is invisibly one step closer to becoming a demon god.
He and the others rushed towards the shelter in the dark night. Doubts arose in his heart. Could it be that he was really the reincarnation of the demon god?
Originally, he firmly believed that he was who he was, but now he seemed to be wavering.
In the dark ruins cave, a figure emerged from the muddy sand wet with blood.
His body was covered in mud and blood, his Taoist robe was in tatters, his two arms had disappeared, and only a small section of bones remained. His hair was disheveled, and his originally pale face was distorted, full of resentment.
Zhang Delu is still alive and lingering, but the gluttonous remnant soul in his body has completely disappeared.
He raised himself up, staggered on his steps, and laughed sadly. The resentment in his eyes almost solidified into substance, and he murmured faintly:
"The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique has reappeared in the world, Zhao Wuyan, you deserve to die!"
Pills and talismans flew out of Zhang Delu's robe. The sound of flesh and blood was heard in the night sky, and his two arms were growing slowly.
The newly grown arms, wrists and palms were covered with thick green mucus.
This is a technique he learned after killing a clan of gecko monsters. It can regenerate severed limbs, but the damage is huge.
He originally wanted to absorb the power of gluttonous devouring, but at the last moment, Zhao Wuyan appeared out of nowhere and performed the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique.
More importantly, Zhao Wuyang's supreme power, which was almost equivalent to his words, knelt down and Taotie had no power to resist at all, just like the superior crushing the inferior mercilessly.
Zhao Wuxu had a mysterious power that even Zhang Delu couldn't see through.
He is bitter, he is fiery.
It seems that Zhao Wuyang is the greatest blessing for him to enter Daolian's secret realm this time.
As long as Zhao Wuhuang is killed or replaced, Zhang Delu can fly to the sky.
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"Oh my God, how come so many people have returned safely?"
Zhuge Xiaobai heard the noisy noise of everyone entering the shelter.
There is only one refuge for the Ninth Level Dao Lotian, which is also a group of temples.
This large shelter belongs to all the major forces, but there is only one.
The reason why there is only one place is because in the past, except for the ancient ruins that could not be opened, there were basically no opportunities to explore the ninth level Lotian, so there were very few monks who stayed.
Only this time, something happened to the ancient ruins of the Ninth Level Dao Liantian, and the ruins were opened, causing more teams to be stranded.
Is there something wrong with my hexagram? Zhuge Xiaobai was puzzled. When he saw Zhao Wuxu and others, his mind immediately became active again.
Originally he was still regretting that he could not capture the intimate scene between Yue Bufan's fiancée Wang Xi and Zhao Wuyang. Now that Zhao Wuyang and Wang Xi have returned safely, he has another chance.
He rolled two brand new gilt dice in his hands, thinking about how to guide things to happen.
The routines that have been used cannot be used again. After all, Zhao Wuyang is probably already alert and needs to think of a simpler and more effective method.
