The moment the words were spoken, the demonic energy around the body of the demonic cultivator surged violently, and the magic formula on the virtual image of the demon above also condensed at this moment.
I saw the virtual image of the demon raising its hands high and pulling hard in the air.
The formation formed by the '卍' Buddha seal above was suddenly torn open with a huge crack.
A crack appeared, and the demon's dotted line stretched out half of its body again.
The demonic energy in the palm flows, and strange power spreads out.
In an instant, a strange phenomenon occurred within a hundred miles radius.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but was instantly shrouded in black clouds.
Day turns into night!
At the same time, the earth within a radius of hundreds of miles was rumbling, and countless mountains overturned.
The next moment, Su Twelve, who had just escaped into the earth with Hou Sihai, burst out of the ground again amid the earth's ripples.
Mu Yingluo and Yun Chuan tried to move away, but as soon as their bodies moved, they were hit by the demonic energy again. With two plops, they fell to the ground in embarrassment.
His mouth was spitting red, his aura was messy, and he no longer had the strength to continue urging action.
"Amitabha! Su Twelve, leave quickly!"
"This person's level of cultivation is transcendent, and his strength is also too strong. The three of us are afraid that this disaster will be difficult for us."
Hou Sihai clasped his hands together and looked at Su Twelve with a weak expression.
As he spoke, a storage bag with golden patterns on his waist and a wooden box made of red sandalwood spirit wood in his arms quickly flew to Su Twelve, driven by his weak strength.
"This wooden box contains the spiritual veins of Jinzen Temple. If you meet the Buddha of Jinzen Temple in the future, please return this thing to Jinzen Temple."
"In the storage bag, there are the final preparations made by the poor monk for her. If you find an opportunity to open the storage bag, you will know at a glance. As for her current location, it is right where you and I met in the past."
"As for the other resources in the bag, you can handle them yourself."
"I came out again because of you, and now I die in front of you. I have no regrets in my heart..."
Before Su Twelve could respond, Hou Sihai's rustling voice continued to ring in Su Twelve's ears.
The moment he finished speaking, Hou Sihai's clasped hands suddenly fell down.
The head that was originally held high suddenly drooped at this moment.
The moment he lowered his head, the little vitality left in his body was completely lost.
Spontaneous combustion of the Nascent Soul is one of the methods for cultivating immortals to solve the problem of war.
This method can improve the cultivation strength of the immortal cultivator in a short period of time, but the time is limited. And once it is used, it also means that the immortal cultivator will inevitably die, and the Daluo Immortal will not be able to save it.
From the moment Hou Sihai cast the spell, his life was on the line.
Being able to persist until this moment was entirely due to regret in his heart, and a strong obsession kept his consciousness from dissipating.
And what I have been praying for for many years cannot be easily entrusted to Mu Yingluo and Yun Chuan, who are not close friends.
I thought...that no one would trust me until I died.
I didn't expect to see Su Twelve when I arrived.
Although Su Twelve did not admit his identity personally, the acquiescence was a statement of his own.
In the world of immortality, there are not many people who can reassure and trust him.
Su Twelve is definitely one of them, and he is at the top of the list!
At this moment, entrusting the unfinished business to Su Twelve, the obsession in his heart disappeared, and his body and soul naturally disappeared.
At the end of life, death is inevitable.
Naturally, I no longer care about what happens after death.
As for whether Su Twelve could escape safely, that was no longer his concern.
At least, if the people present were to say who had the best chance of escaping, in his opinion, it was Su Twelve.
"well……"
Seeing Hou Sihai's death, Su Twelve couldn't help but sigh.
He raised his hand to put away the storage bag and the wooden box containing the spiritual veins, and then put Hou Sihai's body into the storage ring.
Immediately... Su Twelve raised his head to look at the trapped demon cultivator, anger boiling in Su Twelve's eyes.
"You... deserve to die!"
Hou Sihai's death has nothing to do with him.
After all, the three people suffered this misfortune because Mu Yingluo and himself were both loose immortals.
Furthermore, the body of demonic cultivation has a deep connection with him.
At this moment, Su Twelve's heart boiled with murderous intent towards his body of demonic cultivation.
"Ho ho, it's hard to say whether I should die or not, but you have no chance of surviving today!"
The body of the demonic cultivator sneered and used the demonic energy again. The eyes of the virtual image of the demon above were like copper bells, staring straight at Su Twelve.
Before the spell was activated, the demonic energy in the sky had turned into sharp swords, rushing towards Su Twelve like a rain of swords from the sky.
It's not a formal magic attack, but such power is already as powerful as the heavens collapsing for a monk in the out-of-body stage.
"Fellow Daoist Su, be careful!"
Seeing this scene, Mu Yingluo hurriedly stretched herself and shouted.
Facing the oncoming attack, Su Twelve held his breath and concentrated his energy. Apart from anger, there was no trace of fear on his face.
Before the sword rain fell from the sky, a burly figure appeared behind him.
It is the Sandman Puppet in the half-distracted stage.
The puppet appeared, and the spiritual crystals in his body shattered piece by piece. As his palms flew, a powerful spiritual power emitted, absorbing the flying dust for hundreds of miles.
The move of the demon cultivator's body caused several mountains within a hundred miles to overturn, and countless rocks were shattered into dust.
At this moment, everyone was captured by the sand puppet.
In the blink of an eye, a huge hand made of gravel and dust, a hundred feet high, slowly emerged.
The palms rumble forward, like mountains stretching across.
A rain of swords fell on the giant palm, causing dust and sand to fill the air.
The sword rain was sharp and passed through the giant palm effortlessly.
But because of this, the power dropped sharply.
The sand man puppet turned its palm again, Wu Lun's spiritual power spread, and defeated the sword light that filled the sky.
"Oh? Is it the puppet of the half-step distraction period? Unfortunately, no matter how strong the half-step distraction is, it is not the true existence of the distraction period."
"This move will take your life!"
The Demonic Cultivator's face did not change, and above his body, the Demonic God's dotted palms flew, brewing another powerful spell.
Su Twelve had a half-step distraction stage puppet as his trump card. This was something he had known for a long time.
It was reasonable for his casual attack to be blocked by the puppet.
"Take my life? Do you think I'll give you that chance?"
The cold light in Su Twelve's eyes danced, but his figure did not move.
However, the sand man puppet turned into a stream of light and came forward. Before the spells in the hands of the demon's virtual image could be condensed, it rushed to the demon's virtual image first.
At this time, around the virtual image of the demon, thousands of Buddha seals with the word 'swastika' filled the air, although they were forcibly torn open by the virtual image of the demon.
However, the Buddha's light circulated, and the magic circle was not destroyed. It continued to operate, trying to close up again, trapping the virtual image of the demon in the Buddha's seal magic circle again.
However, the power of the virtual image of the demon is astonishing. The Buddha's light and demonic energy are constantly bursting, but it has never been able to truly shake the virtual image of the demon.
And at the critical moment when the demon's virtual image was casting a spell, the sand man puppet stepped forward.
Su Twelve's eyes flashed with determination.
The next moment, the sand puppet's aura became extremely unstable, and its strong aura fluctuated violently, like a volcano that might erupt at any time.
"Su Twelve, you..."
Sensing the change in the aura of the Sandman Puppet, the Demonic Cultivator's face finally changed slightly.