This heart is beating,
This giant being is still alive!
Looking carefully again, Wang Jingzhu recognized the golden thread shot out of the immortal coffin based on her experience in the heaven.
"Golden Immortal Mi Xue is actually not a human monk, but Wanxu Sea Buckthorn!"
Plants are often considered to be at the bottom of the food chain, and their cultivation is much more difficult than monsters.
How many of the spirits of plants and trees eventually became elixirs and elixirs, and were refined into alchemy furnaces before their spiritual wisdom was awakened.
Sea buckthorn is a plant with super-large roots. Because of its huge size, the resources required for cultivation are far greater than those of other plants, making cultivation even more difficult.
Cultivation is difficult, but opening up spiritual wisdom is even harder!
To cultivate a Ten Thousand Beard Sea Buckthorn to the Golden Immortal level, the spiritual energy consumed may have exceeded that of ordinary gods.
Of course, in comparison, it is powerful enough to rival the lowest level of ordinary gods.
Such a powerful golden immortal was made into an immortal coffin, and all her roots turned into ropes that bound the giant existence...
Yes, Wang Jingzhu has now determined that this immortal coffin itself is the torso of the Wanxu Sea Buckthorn Golden Immortal...the refined torso.
Under normal circumstances, once a cultivator's plant becomes a great demon, it can transform into a human form. Otherwise, it cannot continue to cultivate.
This is determined by the cultivation method.
This is also the reason why cultivators are collectively called the cultivators in the heaven.
Cultivation is one way, all things are unified, and ultimately it is all about cultivating the human form and becoming a god in the image of a human being.
Since Mi Xue is already a golden immortal, even if she dies, her body should look like a human being.
All roots should turn into hair.
Now, her torso has become a coffin and her hair has become golden threads.
It has obviously been refined by secret techniques.
Wang Jingzhu saw this clearly and was even more certain that the owner of the heart tied behind the immortal coffin was an extraordinary being.
Two words appeared in Wang Jingzhu's mind - evil god.
As we all know, Haotian created three thousand worlds.
However, there is a saying among the gods who oppose Haotian that Haotian created the world with the body of an evil god, with one evil god in a small world and hundreds of evil gods in a large world.
Wang Jingzhu has never doubted the authenticity of this rumor.
But she never imagined that these evil gods were not dead!
"Push back!" Wang Jingzhu shouted frantically, resisting the pressure, moving forward, clapping out his palms, and the spiritual power and soul power in his body surged out like a tide, hitting the immortal coffin.
You can't come into contact with the immortal coffin, otherwise you will end up like Xiaofu and Xiaoke.
"Push back! Push back!"
"Push back! Push back!"
Xiaofu and Xiaoke screamed like drowning people.
Xiaocheng looked at the Taoist idiot and said: "The crack has just opened, and the golden fairy is bound, revealing the tip of the iceberg. It is so coercive that even a strong man in the middle of the tribulation will have difficulty resisting it. If it is really allowed to completely escape from the fairy coffin, ...You and I are both going to die here. Dao idiot, why don’t you and I put aside our prejudices and resolve this crack first?”
The Taoist idiot nodded slightly. Although Wentian Sect and Dragon Slaying Sect have hundreds of years of grievances, the best policy is to put aside their grudges and work together to defend against the enemy when it comes to life and death.
"Call all the Wentian Sect disciples in and ask them to help!" Xiaocheng stood next to Wang Jingzhu, shoulder to shoulder with Wang Jingzhu, stepped on the lunge, pushed out with both palms, and the spiritual power spurted out from the palms, hitting the immortal coffin. superior.
As soon as Xiaocheng's power joined in, the immortal coffin began to tremble.
Wang Jingzhu was overjoyed. "We can! Everyone, work harder! Xiaofu, Xiaoke, you should also work hard!"
The Taoist idiot did not go to ask the disciples of Wentian Sect, but joined the procession of pushing the immortal coffin. "I asked that the disciples of Tianzong have already evacuated and cannot come. They have not cultivated enough and it is useless to come."
Wang Jingzhu looked at the slow-moving immortal coffin, pushed the coffin with all his strength, and struggled to speak. She naturally agreed with Dao Chi's decision.
Wen Tian Sect disciples, even if they are Xing'an and Huixin, their cultivation is slightly insufficient and they cannot help much. Once they are sucked by the evil god and their blood is sucked, it will increase the power of the evil god.
Lin Jiaojiao did not hesitate and joined the procession of pushing the coffin.
Mysterious and powerful power continuously gushes out of her spiritual aperture.
The power spurted out from her palm. It was obviously a thin stream of spiritual power, but it was so powerful that it was like a mighty river, making people feel heart-stopping.
The immortal coffin moved slowly, aiming at the crack in space, like a wedge, slowly driven into the crack bit by bit.
On the other side of the crack, the black-red heart seemed to be aware of it, and began to tremble at a faster speed, causing the golden threads of the immortal coffin to tremble and make a buzzing sound like cotton.
This sound was breathtaking. The souls of Xiaofu and Xiaoke were first frightened by the sound because of the damage to the Slave Locking Talisman. They turned back to Wang Jingzhu and bared their teeth like mad dogs. They stimulated the blood flow rate and actively released their blood vessels. Let the Immortal Coffin absorb their blood more conveniently and quickly.
Dao Chi and Xiaocheng struggled to resist the sound attack, and the force of pushing the coffin couldn't help but weaken a little.
Lin Jiaojiao's mind wandered and her eyes became confused, but her will became firmer and she used her spiritual power even more desperately. Even if her mouth and nose bleed due to excessive exertion, she was unaware that there seemed to be some mysterious power. Dominate her.
Wang Jingzhu was anxious. "Jiaojiao, don't be impatient! Take back your strength! If you do this, you will..."
Xiaocheng suddenly took action against Wang Jingzhu, and a burst of spiritual power swept Wang Jingzhu, rolling Wang Jingzhu onto the immortal coffin.
Wang Jingzhu failed to say "I will die from exhaustion", but instead spit out a mouthful of blood and splashed on the immortal coffin.
Like a man-eating shark, some mysterious and irresistible force was attracted by the smell of blood and grabbed Wang Jingzhu.
Wang Jingzhu only felt that countless invisible blood-sucking needles were inserted into all parts that were in contact with the immortal coffin.
It was as if the sub-immortal defensive suit had been stripped off, and all the clothes were ignored. The Xinghua spiritual guide did not respond at all. Only the pain was severe and ferocious. The invisible power not only sucked her blood out of thin air, but also gave her Severe pain was applied.
The severe pain made Wang Jingzhu silent for a moment, and she could only open her mouth wide and take a deep breath, like a fish thrown ashore, the pain was so painful that she was about to suffocate.
"Miss Wang!" Dao Chi exclaimed, gave up pushing the coffin, and turned to deal with Xiaocheng. "Xiaocheng, are you crazy?"
Xiaoke and Xiaofu's faces turned pale and they fell into despair. "Owner!"
If their blood is sucked dry by the thing on the other side of the crack, they may not necessarily die. After all, they are strong people in the tribulation stage. Even if their physical bodies collapse, their souls can escape. At worst, they will turn into ghost cultivators.
But if something happens to their owner Wang Jingzhu, they will really have no way to survive.
Lin Jiaojiao's eyes were unfocused, her mouth and nose were bleeding, and she was still pushing the coffin desperately.
"You all die here! You all deserve to die!" Xiaocheng did not bother with Dao Chi. He turned around and ran away, rushing into the tomb passage. His laughter was wild and ferocious.
He doesn't care what will happen if the space crack appears, and he doesn't care whether the existence on the other side of the space crack will penetrate into Zhaoyang Continent. Even if the world collapses today, so what?
