Ye Dong was very surprised. He did not expect that the first person to attack him was not Xiao Wuyi, but such an inconspicuous monk.
But this is normal. In this place, everyone is actually hostile to each other, so it is not surprising that anyone will take action against anyone, especially some monks who are regarded as threats, such as Xiao Wuyi and other arrogant people, will definitely
There are many people willing to join forces at this moment to kill them.
This middle-aged monk is at the fourth level of Xuanxiao. He is one of the second batch of people to take the first step besides Xiao Wuyi and the others. He is indeed very strong.
At this time, he didn't know what strange method he used, but he was able to integrate his attack into the restriction and launch an attack on Ye Dong.
Anyone with a weak spiritual sense may not be able to detect this attack, but Ye Dong's spiritual sense is so powerful that he can see the black ripples at a glance, and his eyes light up, and a smile flashes at the corner of his mouth,
What a coincidence, what the middle-aged monk used to attack him turned out to be an illusory beast!
The illusory beast has no entity and is a completely illusory existence. It is naturally not affected by the restriction. I am afraid this is what the middle-aged monk relies on to survive the restriction. Moreover, according to Ye Dong's estimation, there should be more than one illusory beast on the opponent's body.
Although Ye Dong almost died at the hands of the illusory beast within a year, it also gave him a profound understanding of this special beast.
The illusory beast feeds on spiritual thoughts and souls. Likewise, it can also be absorbed by divine thoughts and consciousness.
Therefore, when this thin strip-shaped illusory beast came to Ye Dong's side, a golden light flashed between Ye Dong's eyebrows, and the illusory beast immediately disappeared without a trace.
The speed was so fast that even the middle-aged monk did not notice it. He suddenly felt that the illusory beast was gone. Although he also suspected that Ye Dong might have taken action, he was more likely to be swallowed up by the power of the prohibition.
In this way, he no longer dared to take action against Ye Dong, but first tried to protect himself. As Ye Dong guessed, the illusory beast was his biggest reliance on surviving the restriction.
Ye Dong originally thought that no one would disturb him anymore, but he didn't expect that a disdainful voice came from beside him: "Get out of the ten-meter radius around me immediately, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"
The speaker was an old man with a black face, his eyes flashing, and Ye Dong only noticed that the distance between him and himself was indeed within ten meters. Obviously, for the old man, this distance was unsafe.
Everyone is now in a restricted area, and it is extremely difficult to move even one step. Now the old man comes up and asks Ye Dong to retreat ten meters away. This request is really unreasonable.
Ye Dong suddenly let out a sigh and said: "Pick a weak persimmon. It seems that you all regard me as a weak persimmon!"
After the words fell, Ye Dong's face suddenly lost expression, and he stretched out his index finger towards the old man with an indifferent expression. A ball of golden gas floated on the fingertip, like a small snake, on the index finger.
Swirling around.
"Shang Yang Sword!"
A dazzling golden light suddenly rose from the tip of Ye Dong's index finger, and it flashed away like a bolt of lightning!
And as the golden light disappeared, a streak of blood rose into the sky, and a blood hole as thick as a finger appeared above the black-faced old man's eyebrows.
With a "pop", the old man's body fell down, and within a few breaths, his body seemed to disappear without a trace, completely swallowed by the ban.
This is Ye Dong's realization over the past year. He feels that although all the combat skills he knows are powerful, they are not created by himself. As a result, he cannot exert the full power of the combat skills, so he simply makes his own
He calmed down and created some combat skills based on his own situation.
The Shang Yang Sword just now is a six-fingered blood sword that he created by combining the six acupuncture points on his fingers.
In fact, simply shooting spiritual energy from the fingertips and launching an attack, not to mention heavenly beings, even mortal monks can do it. However, what Ye Dong's fingertips shot was not spiritual energy, but a combination of acupoint energy and indestructible metal.
Qi, even divine weapons can penetrate it, and it is extremely powerful.
Naturally, other people didn't know this, so all kinds of surprised sounds naturally started to sound.
"Kill Xie Lao with just one finger? This, Xie Lao's realm has reached the fourth level of Xuanxiao!"
"His realm must be more powerful, but who is he? Logically speaking, I basically know all the powerful people in Xuan Xiaotian, but I have no impression of him at all!"
"Who knows, but let's not provoke him."
During the discussion, Xiao Wuyi, Barbarian, Xuan Ming, and several other monks all looked at Ye Dong seriously, apparently taking Ye Dong down.
Ye Dong just smiled slightly, not caring, and continued to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.
Of course, he was not adjusting his breath, but was comprehending the Dao patterns in these restrictions. At the same time, he was also trying to observe and imitate the huge palm print with his powerful spiritual thoughts.
In fact, after Ye Dong absorbed the Dao pattern in the restriction, he knew that the restriction was completely ineffective against the Tao Creator, so as long as he was willing, he didn't have to move forward step by step like others, he could take it one step at a time.
Just reach the edge of the city wall.
However, he was more interested in the palm print left by another Taoist. Although the traces had gradually faded, the Tao of that Taoist could still be vaguely felt in it, and what Ye Dong wanted was to capture
This kind of way.
If it can really be done, then Ye Dong will definitely take a bigger step on the road to becoming a Taoist!
Just like this, outside Xuanxiao Pass, nearly 100,000 monks were immersed in the long qualification battle. In the blink of an eye, a month and a half had passed.
During this half-month, the place seemed peaceful, but at least a quarter of the monks had died. They were either attacked by others, or they were unable to resist the restrictions as they got closer and closer to Xiongguan.
He was so powerful that he was brutally devoured and died.
After everyone dies, whether it is corpses or blood, they will be swallowed by the ban, so it seems that this place is clean.
The distances between the other undead people and Xiongguan are also different. The closest one is still the seven people who are like one, only one step away, followed closely by Xiao Wuyi and the other nineteen monks.
Two steps away.
The real strength of these nineteen monks is not lower than Xiao Wuyi and others. They just keep a low profile. However, as time goes by, they have to speed up, otherwise they will not be qualified after three months.
, then it will be obliterated.
Originally, according to Xiao Wuyi's estimation, with his strength, it would only take him half a month to walk the ten meters, but later he realized that his idea was completely wrong, because the further back he went, the more powerful the restraint was.
The stronger you get, in the end even taking one step needs to be divided into two steps. Take one step first, adjust your breath for three days to recover all your strength, and then put your feet down again.
As for Ye Dong, he was still sitting cross-legged nine meters away, motionless!