Han Minglou was seriously injured, and a bloody hole opened in his left shoulder near his heart.
The flesh and blood, together with the precious medicine, bloomed with a fragrant fragrance, but the strong vitality competed with the climbing dark power, showing a bit of weakness. He looked down and saw the rhyme of death and the rhyme of killing fluctuating on it.
"Lingtian Spear?"
"Did you actually get the inheritance of the Holy Demon?"
He looked slightly surprised and slightly raised the corners of his lips.
"Then I'll wait for you."
With the wave of his hand, all the broken palaces were restored, but his own scars had to be recuperated for hundreds of years, otherwise the immortal foundation would be unstable and the true sky of the palm would be difficult to see.
A ray of soul that was previously separated turned into a clone and went to look for it. Only love and sincerity could not touch her heart in this life? The art of subduing the gods has been broken, but there is still a ray of spiritual power.
The dragon and phoenix runes contained in Han Minglou's eyes were damaged. At this moment, his dark pupils were slightly dark, deep and unpredictable.
…
Pei Xihe shuttled through the space tunnel, and the turbulent wind blew towards her.
Normally, this kind of power would be as light as an itch to her body, but at this moment, Pei Xihe had just experienced a life-and-death struggle, suffered numerous injuries, and had just fallen into a state without any magic power left.
The strong wind is like a knife, causing the broken muscles and bones to become more and more painful. The strong wind dispersed, and it was originally condensed by the violent power of space, causing her flesh and blood to become mutilated.
But a red light behind him was chasing after him, and it looked no less than the green sword before.
At that moment, she chose to use the "key" left by the ancient immortals to enter the Eternal Immortal Temple again. She thought about the strangeness of the ancient Immortal Temple. It has many ancient inheritances that even the immortal world would covet. But can't take it.
The reason is that the power of the world is so strange that even the powerful ones are helpless, so Pei Xihe wanted to use this to block the red light for himself.
The red light chased him, and his speed was far faster than the wind and thunder. Pei Xihe knew that the situation was critical and took out a black and white pill from the underworld palace.
This elixir enters the throat and turns into a warm current flowing into the whole body. It is so powerful that it forcibly binds and connects the broken meridians, and turns it into a large piece of spiritual energy to nourish the dark and atrophied soul.
She used the mana she had barely generated to speed up a bit and headed towards the end of the tunnel.
This Xiaoyuan Creation Pill is not the highest grade in Pei Xihe's hands, but it is the upper limit of what she can bear at this moment. The inheritance left by Di Ge is too extraordinary. To him, it is like a three-year-old child holding the Yanyue Sword.
There is a big hurdle between the upper third level and the lower sixth level, which is no less important than the Yuhuaxian to the monks. At this level, even if it is a talisman that requires the lowest mana, she cannot use it in her current condition.
In just a few breaths, she had reached the end, and Chi Mang had also caught up with her.
The red armor covered his whole body. Pei Xihe gritted his teeth. The armor left his body and directly collided with the red light. However, after holding on for a breath, it was eroded by the red light and was dimmed, creating two ferocious cracks.
Although this was an acquired god, she did not have enough magic power to support it, so she was ultimately unable to match the spiritual power of this deity.
The weapon spirit hidden in the armor let out a mournful cry, shrunk and returned to her qi sea dantian, no longer able to stop it.
It was at this moment that Pei Xihe entered the Eternal Immortal Temple. Strange and mysterious runes flashed on the boundary walls of the Eternal Immortal Temple, and they instantly transformed into eighteen avenue chains and shot towards the red light.
The two parts were worn and worn, and although most of them were blocked, some red light still fell on her body.
Pei Xihe used all his strength to compete with him, and the three flowers at the head appeared, stimulating the energy and spirit.
But the red light was like a sword, and it cut off the three flowers one after another, and only stopped there.
Pei Xihe's eyes were filled with blood, and he clenched his right fist so hard that the palm of his hand ached.
Cut off my three flowers and crush my Dao fruit! Now that she has fallen back to the state of transformation from the late stage of integration, the extremely dim Yuanshen villain in Jiang Palace has been severely damaged again. It was barely nourished and maintained by the magic power of the elixir, but now it is full of signs of fragmentation.
If she waits until her soul is completely broken, she will not even be able to maintain her spiritual cultivation.
But it was not a loss, Pei Xihe thought happily in her heart, the Lingtian Spear retained part of Emperor Song's magic power of the Palm Realm Realm, so being driven by her to kill that person, even the Heavenly Lord would be severely damaged.
If the Taoist charm of death and killing cannot be eliminated, his cultivation will continue to be erased for up to a hundred years.
But Pei Xihe's situation at this moment is not very good, so for the current plan, he can only make dangerous moves.
There was a sharpness in her eyes, and the severe pain all over her body kept her awake.
Fusang reaches the sky, and the golden crow is immortal.
The memories in the inheritance made Pei Xihe extremely clear that the Fuso tree was her opportunity to make a comeback.
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Eternal Immortal Temple, Emperor Zhao City, Donghuang Pavilion.
There is a circular altar at the core of the pavilion, which is bright and sunny in the sky.
Two white-haired old men sat on the left and right, guarding the long-branched ancient tree on the central altar.
The ancient wood looks like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood. It has a brilliant fire-like glow lingering around the branches, making the surrounding fire energy abundant and abundant, making people feel like they are in lava.
The two old men swallowed the pure and scorching meaning, allowing their magic power to flow smoothly, and the pure energy around them was the master of the Mahayana realm.
Suddenly an old man opened his eyes, his expression sharp and unstoppable. He stood up and waved his sleeves towards a place, and billowing red-purple magma flowed out, seeming to burn the void.
"What a young person!"
Grandmaster Tiansheng's face was filled with rage, and surprise flashed in his eyes.
The two Mahayana masters are here to guard the sacred tree. This is the sacred object in the pavilion and the foundation of Emperor Zhao. In addition, there are layers of formations circulating. How can Xiaoxiao break in here?
His spiritual sense was astonishing and he noticed something strange. At the moment he took action, another grand master also returned from the meditation center. The Tianqing opened his mouth, red color flashed, and let out a soft moan.
In an instant, the aura of billowing fire was pulled by the sound waves, and ninety-nine and eighty-one runes were formed, heading towards the secret place.
Pei Xihe staggered, and it was difficult for him to even maintain his stability with his magic power.
The Grandmaster's Order on her waist flashed, and suddenly the spiritual shadow flew out. The incarnation of Zhao Hanfeng held a slender blade transformed by spiritual energy and faced the two powerful Taoist techniques.
The blood stains on Pei Xihe's face were cleaned by the dust-purifying technique, revealing a miserable gray color, with only a pair of dark gold eyes shining as before.
And outside the Donghuang Pavilion, there was a soaring magic aura coming towards the sky. It was like a sky fire, burning everything it passed.
Pei Xihe turned around and saw a finger stabbing her between the eyebrows, trying to kill her instantly.
An old acquaintance, Grandmaster Tianxia whom I had met when Emperor Zhaocheng was practicing martial arts.
The incarnation came according to her mind, holding a long sword, and her true intention transformed into a black real dragon. The nine-yin energy eroded all directions, which was in conflict with their fierce and upright fire-moving Taoism, and had extraordinary effectiveness.
"Thief?!"
Tian Xia was a little dazed, and Mahayana practitioners have a photographic memory. What's more, this woman had captured the soul of his valued disciple during the martial arts performance, damaging the soul and making it difficult for her to form a soul. She has never recovered.
And she clearly left with the Tianzhu that day, why did she reappear here now?
His eyes were deep, filled with shock and madness. If they could capture her, maybe they would be able to transcend this world and ascend!
