"Yes! Although this demonic body is not as good as my main body, but you can take my blow without dying, it seems that you are not a low-level monk. The deity will sacrifice your blood first!" Nanlonghou said gloomily.

I saw that the black qi on his face was three points thicker than just now, and a pair of silver-white eyes were extremely cold, staring at the old man like a dead man without blinking. And the old man's heart was cold.

As soon as the "Marquis of Nanlong" finished speaking, his body moved, bringing out a series of phantom scars, and the person pounced on the old man, not wanting to say more nonsense.

The old man surnamed Lu was frightened and wanted to come out of the stone wall, but it was too late. The other party's movements were so fast, almost instantly, they came to the front, like a ghost, and a claw entwined with black gas had already plunged straight down at the old man's head.

The old man was in a hurry, so he had no choice but to feel a horizontal in his heart, and the white light flashed all over his body, pouring all his mana into the fiery red light veil in one go.

Suddenly, the layer of fiery red light curtain in front of him suddenly skyrocketed half a foot high. The black claw was fiercely inserted under the expressionless gaze of "Nanlonghou".

A strange sound of "zla" was heard. The light curtain is dazzling. In the old man's fear, the ghost claw finally stopped after penetrating into the light curtain.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, the blood on his face recovered slightly, and the aura on his body flashed again, and he was about to drive the aura of the body protector to break out of these forbidden stone walls that were as hard as iron.

The "Marquis of Nanlong" opposite, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

A loud bang came, and Nan Longhou's other arm swung and smashed on the red light curtain.

The old man had just released the spiritual light outside his body, and under the shock, for some reason, most of it immediately collapsed.

The old man was stunned. Before he could understand what the other party's intentions were, Nan Longhou's arm that went deep into the light curtain suddenly twitched. And then the same lightning-fast punch slammed down.

The light curtain shook again, and the remaining body protection aura on the old man's body was also struck by this. The rout is clean. At the same time, his body sank and fell into the stone wall again for a few inches.

"Not good!"

When the old man surnamed Lu saw this, he finally remembered something, and his face changed greatly. He hurriedly shook the white magic flag in his hand, wanting to sacrifice this treasure.

But "Nanlonghou" waved his two fists, and smashed down one punch after another in a hurry, not giving the old man a chance to sacrifice the French flag at all. Each punch happened to spread out half of the aura that the old man had just injected into the flag, and the faster and faster the blow, the stronger and stronger the force. The rumbling sound was continuous for a while.

The old man was shocked and wanted to perform other secret techniques, but the same mana was scattered before half of it was raised. You can't gather mana at all.

And so it goes. Lu Weiying had great mana and supernatural powers, but he was trapped alive in the stone wall and couldn't use it, so he could only watch the red light curtain in front of him, thinning and lightening little by little, and his face showed a look of despair.

The old man surnamed Lu had a terrible blue face, and after glancing at the silver eyes of "Nanlonghou" coldly, he shivered even more excitedly in his heart.

There is no doubt that if this is the case, he will definitely break the treasure. People are smashed into meat sauce.

Thinking of this, the old man gritted his teeth in his heart and suddenly shouted. The white glow above his head flickered, and a face that looked like an old man's Earth Yuan Infant suddenly appeared in the Heavenly Spirit Cover. This Yuan Ying looked a little panicked, but he clutched a small blue sword with both hands.

Almost at the same time, there was a cracking sound from the light curtain transformed by the Haoyang Veil Ancient Treasure.

Yuan Yingdi had the last trace of hesitation. It also disappeared without a trace, it stomped its feet suddenly, and the yuan infant disappeared out of thin air in the same place, and appeared directly at the entrance the next moment. Then the primordial infant wants Edgeworth to escape into the passage and flee for his life.

But at this moment, a strange scene appeared.

"Nanlonghou" still turned his back to the entrance and didn't seem to react, but the robe on his back burst open in an instant, making his back **, and a grimace that was exactly the same as the door of the blood curse appeared, and his eyes were closed on it, and it was the same as the real one.

The grimace snapped open its eyes, revealing the same silver-white eyes. At the same time, a purple shadow flickered, as if something was spewing out of his mouth.

At this time, the old man Yuan Ying had just said that the flying sword in his arms was thrown, and he was about to fly up and merge with this natal magic weapon to run away desperately, but he seemed to hear something in his ears, and then felt a heat in his brain, and something popped out between his eyebrows, and stretched out a large section.

Yuan Ying only stared blankly at the long strip between his eyes, and after a moment a sharp scream came out, and then it instantly lost all its strength, and fell from the air and fell to the ground motionless.

At this time, if there were other monks nearby, they could see that a long purple strip the thickness of a thumb stretched out from the grimace mouth and extended to the back of Yuan Ying's head, and then pierced through the front of the eyebrows and stretched out a foot-long.

It looks like it's a grimace and tongue. But it's so long, it's really weird.

Seeing that the Yuan Ying fell to the ground, the grimace smiled fiercely, and the long-tongued beast shrank into its mouth, and actually rolled the old man Yuan Ying into his mouth, chewed a few times and swallowed it directly. Then the grimace slowly closed his eyes with a satisfied expression. At this time, "Nanlonghou" finally turned around. With an expressionless face, he looked at the small blue sword that had lost its owner, and a hint of fierceness flashed. grabbed it with his backhand, and pulled out the heart of the old man's body surnamed Lu. Then with a gentle pinch, the heart turned into a mist of blood.

The flesh was immediately broken.

After doing all this, "Nanlonghou" glanced at this place expressionlessly, and then turned into a cloud of black gas and flew into the passage.

A moment later, he appeared at the bottom of the pool, and after looking up at the few magic circles that were not presided over, a sneer appeared on his face, and he flew directly to the surface of the pool.

With a cup of tea, the figure of "Nanlonghou" appeared on a certain stone mountain, floating at a height of more than 100 zhang above this mountain, looking around.

Flying so high naturally touched the prohibition of the Falling Demon Valley, and countless blood-red lightning bolts continued to fall from the sky, all aimed at this person.

But these lightning bolts have not yet approached the "Marquis of Nanlong". All of them suddenly deflected, and flashed around the corner. Let him be as safe and sound as Mount Tai in the midst of many lightning and thunder.

"Nanlonghou" took a look at the surroundings and the environment for a long time. Finally made out the direction. He suddenly looked in a certain direction, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the silver light flickered in his eyes.

Suddenly, his body turned into a black gas, shot through the air, and soon disappeared without a trace in the sky.

At this time, in the basin, Wei Wuya, the master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and the others were fighting on the edge of the altar, looking up at the almost endless stairs, their faces full of amazement.

Originally, he should have arrived here a long time ago, but when he approached the altar for more than ten miles, a large-scale prohibition began to appear. This prohibition must be broken in order to move on.

As a result, this delay naturally took most of the day. It was only then that they reached the altar. Now that they are closer, they can see clearly. Although the altar looks magnificent, it is unknown how long it has been built. Not only are the stairs covered with all kinds of weeds, but some places have begun to crumble.

"Let's go, as long as we reach the top of the altar, we can find traces of the Spiritual Garden, and we can find a way to enter. According to the remnant soul, the entrance to the Garden of Spirits could be here. After carefully looking at it for a long time, the master of the Ghost Spirit Sect finally opened his mouth to urge. Then he stepped forward a few steps and stepped on the altar first.

But immediately, the master of the Ghost Spirit Sect couldn't help but curse loudly, which made the others stunned.

"Be careful, everyone! There are other prohibitions on this ladder. It seems that climbing to the top of the altar is not an easy task. Looking at the stairs above where there was almost no edge, the Ghost Spirit Sect Master who appeared around him gritted his teeth and said with hatred.

When Wei Wuya heard this, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Although he didn't care about the prohibition, it was time for them to walk to the top of the altar. Had to drag it back again. This made Wei Wuya feel helpless.

In fact, not only Wei Wuya, but also the faces of other people were not much better. After knowing the existence of the Spirit Garden, these people had long set their minds on it, and they were impatient with the various prohibitions that had appeared recently.

"Let's go!" Wang Tiangu sighed, and then stepped on the stairs, the yellow light flashed nearby, and he suddenly felt that his body sank, and his shoulders suddenly weighed like a thousand pounds.

At this time, the rest of the people also stepped up the ladder and encountered the same situation. Among them, Wei Wuya's body didn't move, and he didn't seem to care. And the three disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect who had not been able to make a Dan tremble a few times, and their faces turned pale.

The group slowly tried to climb to the top of the altar.

"This is the Spirit Candle Fruit?" Han Li muttered as he looked at a green lake in front of him in an oasis that was covered by prohibition.

Outside the prohibition is the boundless color of earthy yellow, a huge desert tens of thousands of miles wide.

"That's right, that's definitely the case. Whether it is the appearance or the mark, it is true that this spiritual object is true!" Zi Ling stood in the distance on Han Li's side, and said with a hint of excitement on his face, a pair of bright eyes flashing brightly, looking at the green lake in front of him without blinking.

In the middle of the lake in front of the two of them, there was a small piece of silt outcropping from the water, and there was a verdant spiritual grass growing there.

The grass was several feet tall and covered with oval leaves the size of a thumb, and at the highest point of the grass were four strange fruits.

These fruits are fiery red, thin at the top and wide at the bottom, and the top is faintly red, like a red candle lit on a candlestick, and it also exudes a strong medicinal fragrance.

Han Li was also sure in his heart that this thing was the Spirit Candle Fruit, and when he heard Purple Spirit say this, he just smiled slightly.

"I'll go over and pluck it. The province has many long nights and dreams. Zi Ling took a deep breath, twisted his head, and said to Han Li suggestively.

(The second update is finally over.) Continue to call for a monthly pass, everyone has a lot of support!)