Chapter 232 Battle Blood Five-colored Divine Earth

In the gray sky and earth, Feng Ling frowned. She had tried several times and found that she was completely trapped in this world.

I communicated with the remnants of souls around me, but found that all the remnants of souls had no complete memory.

What is certain is that these residual souls are raised by man, and they swallowed a large amount of blood and flesh, which makes such a blood-demonic aura permeate.

How could a small divine fire warrior bring such a treasure of the cave?

In the Saint Realm, you can already cross the void and break through the space at will, it is just a matter of a flash of your fingers.

Even though she had only a trace of residual soul left, some of the saints still had the means of the saints, and they could not break the space here.

Even this gray space cannot be shaken by the slightest.

Such a stable space is enough to show that this treasure of the cave must at least be a top holy weapon.

A small warrior in the Divine Fire Realm actually had a holy weapon with him.

This seems abnormal.

I thought that the little warrior who possessed him casually did not expect to hide so deeply.

"You may not know what kind of existence I am Qingwu Mountain is. My core disciple of Qingwu Mountain is comparable to that of the saints in the outer realm."

"It is possible to become my core disciple of Qingwu Mountain, Holy Fa, Wang Ce, and even the great sage, or even the king's disciple."

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Listening to the sounds in the gray sky and the earth, Li Shenzhi watched all this coldly.

The bronze coffin is his biggest secret, which is different from the fact that he takes out the purified demon blood. The soul of this saint who entered it already knows his biggest secret, how could he release it?

Moreover, this remnant soul has become like this. In his words, he is still arrogant and arrogant, and his tone is like giving alms.

This made Li Shenzhi very dislike.

"This cave spiritual treasure is so deserted. I think the previous generation of weapon spirits has fallen, and a new weapon spirit has not yet been nurtured.

I have a method to nurturing the spirit of the instrument in Qingwu Mountain, which can help you nurturing the spirit of the instrument and further control this spiritual treasure."

In the gray days and earth, Feng Ling was very tempted and wanted to lure out the small divine fire that controlled this spiritual treasure.

However, since she came in, she had made all kinds of efforts but received no response, which made her brows stand coldly and an unhappy breath burst out.

Unfortunately, Li Shenyi didn't spoil her at all. Now he was trapped in a bronze coffin and thought he was a saint.

"You were caught out of the game by the old beggar, which is enough to show that you have good talent.

In today's Northern Wilderness, talented warriors may not be a blessing.

The battle for martial arts is cut off, and the demon clan is eyeing you. The stronger your talent you show in the Northern Wilderness, the faster you will die in the end.

Even if the demon clan does not kill you, the Shenlong Palace, the Shenlong Palace in the Northern Wilderness Sect, has been in name only, and you cannot enter the Shenlong Palace to practice."

Forced to fight against the anger in his heart, Feng Ling continued to persuade him that as long as the master of Lingbao could be moved, she would be released.

A mere divine fire can be picked up at any time.

"The southern wilderness land where I am in Qingwu Mountain has been in charge of, and it will take you to further develop after a long period of time.

Becoming a core disciple of Qingwu Mountain is enough to break the third level of martial arts ban, so that you will have a 30% chance of being promoted to a saint.

In addition, I was relied on Qingwu Mountain and promoted to the Yuanshen within a hundred years. I will inevitably be promoted to a saint in the future and gain the same status as my elder status.

Even the owner of Qingwu Mountain may not be without the opportunity to fight for it.”

"Speak out everything you know."

At this time, Li Shenzhi's voice sounded from the gray sky and earth. When Feng Ling heard the sound, she was shocked.

Finally, I waited until I opened my mouth.

"Young man, I am the Saint Elder of Qingwu Mountain. Let me go out and I will take you back to the Southern Wilderness. Then you will be the core disciple of my mountain gate."

It is impossible to release it, it is related to Li Shenzhi's own roots.

But he is really a little difficult to deal with the residual soul of a saint at the moment.

If you want to take action on the bronze coffin, you will definitely charge a fee by Zhou Baopi.

Although, the number of demon blood in the Divine Fire Realm in his hand has reached 2,290 channels.

But after all, the Divine Fire Realm is only level 5, and this divine soul is a seventh-level existence.

If you want to take action beyond the level, the consumption will inevitably be very large.

He is thinking about whether it is worth it or not.

The memory of a saint is absolutely vast and vast, and his understanding of the land of Yongzhou must be more clear than what he knows.

After thinking for a while, Li Shenzhi made a decision in his heart.

At present, I have entered the situation called Lao Gui, stayed in a domain to develop power, and the more I know about the outside world, the better.

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"Give you three breaths to tell you why you are."

Hearing the sound, Feng Ling frowned, and a trace of evil spirit appeared between her eyebrows.

The little divine fire actually dared to speak to her like this.

If she was still in her prime, a warrior who dared to be so disrespectful would have been killed by her blink of an eye, and her soul would have to be drawn out and refining her soul.

"Young man, do you really think that you have trapped me, who is the elder of the Saint Realm of Qingwu Mountain..."

Click!

In an instant, a ray of lightning burst out over the sky and the earth.

The purple-green thunder was blazing, turning into a hook shape, falling down in the air.

"ah--"

Suddenly, thunder slashed on her body accurately while Feng Ling dodged, and a large amount of soul power shattered.

"Ah--Little Divine Fire, you dare to rebel against the Saint!"

"I am the elder of Qingwu Mountain. If I fall, there will inevitably be other elders in Qingwu Mountain. Then you will die without a place to bury."

The phoenix that turned into a ball of red energy quickly swept through the gray and white space, emitting a terrifying aura.

However, she found that no matter how he avoided it, the suspended thunder was always firmly locking her.

At present, she had only a wisp of residual soul left. The only way was to return to the Nanhuang Sect, cultivate the spiritual land of the sect, and then take over the body and reborn, and only then have 20% chance of resisting the deadly heavenly tribulation.

But I can only wait to die if I am trapped here.

Now, being struck by the terrifying thunder, most of the residual souls were struck down again, greatly speeding up the process of destruction.

"I am the elder of Qingwu Mountain. I have the Holy Soul Seal left at the mountain gate. If I die, the sect will definitely search for traces and find you."

"You and I are the same clan. You are so vicious and cruel at a young age. Do you have no friendship with the same clan in your heart?"

"You have another chance."

Looking at Feng Ling running around, Li Shenzhi hooked up the bronze coffin again.

The attack that had just severely damaged the residual soul of the Saint caused the bronze coffin to consume eight hundred fifth-level divine fire realm demon blood.

If it weren't for the quality of the saint's soul that was too high, how could he use it so much? Just search for the soul directly.

Looking at the gray sky and earth, the blue-purple thunder once again triggered, Feng Ling was so scared that she lost her appearance.

This little divine fire really has the ability to completely annihilate her.

What's even more terrifying is that he not only has this ability, but also has this courage.

With the help of the innate secret technique of supporting the phoenix, the remaining soul power is less than one percent of the time it is in full bloom.

If you are struck by thunder again, even if you are distracted, the chance of rebirth of the body will be infinitely reduced.

"Tell me where you are."

Feeling Feng Ling's fear, Li Shenzhi was unwilling to consume his demon blood reserves any more.

"I...I am the Fengling Saint of Qingwu Mountain."

"Why did the purpose of coming to the Northern Wilderness appear in that overlapping area?"

When Feng Ling heard the sound, hesitated a little.

"A few old guys from the Yongwang Palace were planning a conspiracy in secret. I was ordered to follow them, but I didn't expect that they would eventually find their way and become their sacrifice for the great formation."

"My friend, like you, I was plotted by the old guy from the Yongwang Palace..."

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"You release me and return to the southern wilderness. I promise you the inevitable number."

Feng Ling did not forget that Gu touched Li Shenzhi and released her.

Through Feng Ling's mouth, Li Shenzhi roughly knew the cause and effect of the matter, and he was involved in the internal struggles of the Yongwang Palace.
To be continued...