Thinking that for a natural treasure hunter like He Lingxiu, it would not be difficult to gather the spiritual materials for several sets of magical swords in the White Bone Continent. Naturally, Wang Li was in a surprisingly good mood.
"Where to dig up spiritual bones? Digging out spiritual bones at Baiguzhou. Every time you dig out a sack..."
Wang Li even hummed a piece of music before asking He Lingxiu to protect him and start practicing.
"Is this person really mentally ill?"
Ye Wan felt a little itchy as he listened to the singing.
However, Wang Li could no longer see the expressions of all of them. He had quickly entered a state of silence to observe inside, but he visited the gray palace in his sea of qi.
There was no change in the Gray Hall from the last time he entered.
Five unquenchable flames danced in the hazy gray vitality.
According to his senior sister's guess, the existence of these five flames seems to be to sharpen his ability to fight in groups.
A group of gray-clothed monks attacked his ability.
Wang Li intuitively felt that his senior sister's inference was correct.
So to be on the safe side, he decided to try the flame closest to him first to see if it could really awaken multiple gray-clothed monks on the second level of Qi Refining.
With his last experience, Wang Li was already familiar with these flames.
These flames were like extremely useful magic weapons to him. As soon as a ray of true energy flowed over, he was already in the first ray of flame.
In all directions, up, down, left, and right, there were dead gray-clothed monks suspended in the air.
These gray-clothed monks are like a long river of completely still time and space.
This was a scene that Wang Li was already familiar with, but this time he was exposed to it without any fear, but his emotions were a little strange.
He not only felt that he was an alien among them, but also felt that if he remained motionless among the densely packed and suspended monks in gray clothes, he would seem to be one of them.
For some reason, maybe it was because he had seen a lot of gray-clothed monks like this recently. When he looked at these gray-clothed monks whose bodies were all broken, he didn't feel scared or disgusted. Instead, he felt a little warm.
"Well……"
Wang Lidu even wondered if his preferences were abnormal because he was tortured by his senior sister for a while.
This thought also made him dare not do any divergent thinking. He started to move and glanced at the five monks closest to him, "You! You! You! You! And you! Wake up!"
Come."
As if they had really heard his call, all five gray-clothed monks suddenly opened their eyes.
Wang Li didn't take a closer look just now. Among the five gray-clothed monks, there was a young female cultivator who still had no eyes. A terrible wound penetrated the position of her eyes and emerged from the back of her head.
But it seemed like she did open her eyes, as if her eyes were still there, which was really a bit scary.
The moment these five gray-clothed monks "awoke", the rest of the gray-clothed monks in front of Wang Li completely disappeared. He was now in the Gray Palace, facing these five gray-clothed monks on the second level of Qi Refining.
Wang Li felt a little proud at this moment.
Not proud of himself, but proud of his senior sister Lu Shenliang.
He felt that his senior sister was really a god, not a crazy god, but a god who knew things well.
As expected, he could wake up many gray-clothed monks to beat him together.
But the next scene surprised him again.
These five gray-clothed monks did not directly attack him immediately.
The five gray-clothed monks actually looked at each other.
“…..”
Wang Li thought that if they were so ugly, wouldn't they startle each other, scream "Ghost", and then fight each other?
However, it turns out that none of the five gray-clothed monks thought the gray-clothed monk next to them was ugly.
Perhaps in their eyes, only Wang Li is uglier.
Because these five gray-clothed monks had a tacit understanding, they moved closer to each other, and then looked at Wang Li with obvious vigilance and murderous intent, but did not take the initiative to take action.
"What do you mean, wait for me to take action?" Wang Li was a little confused now.
He didn't waste time guessing, and tentatively released a Explosive Flame Talisman.
Although taking action in this kind of gray palace will not really consume the magical weapons on his body, his long-term habit of worrying about a piece of spiritual sand has also developed his strategy of never wasting magical weapons.
With a loud bang, the Explosive Flame Talisman instantly turned into dozens of fist-sized fireballs and rushed in front of the five gray-clothed monks.
Almost at the same time, an extremely insidious black-gold sword light was hidden behind one of the fireballs, piercing the blind female cultivator.
Although this female cultivator had no eyes, when she looked around in the gray palace, it seemed as if she had not lost her eyes. Especially when the big empty hole stared at Wang Li, Wang Li felt that
Very permeable.
In his opinion, with this Explosive Flame Talisman covering his sight and perception, his Xuantian Sword Gang should be able to easily kill this female cultivator. After all, these gray-clothed cultivators are only at the second level of Qi Refining and cannot
Even if you can't keep up with his casting speed, you can't withstand the power of his full blow.
However, what he didn't expect was that when dozens of fireballs surged in front of the five gray-clothed monks, two of the gray-clothed monks took action at the same time. One gray-clothed monk turned his palm and offered a stone bowl.
Wang Li had no way of knowing what the original luster of the bowl was, but it was still emitting a gray light.
Gray light gushed out from the stone bowl, and then turned into two gray water dragons that collided with the fireballs.
At the same time, another monk in gray clothes shot two jade talismans in succession.
Inspired by his true energy, these two pieces of jade talismans instantly turned into countless fine powders, and then formed into heavy goose feather snow.
The goose-feather snow was so cold that it instantly suppressed the fireball that remained under the impact of the water dragon, leaving Wang Li's Xuantian Jiangang, who was following the fireball, instantly unable to escape.
This Xuantian Sword Gang seems to have been expected by these gray-clothed monks. Among the remaining three gray-clothed monks, it is the female cultivator who lost her eyes that is facing this Xuantian Sword Gang.
With a shake of his right hand, a gray silk sac emerged, wrapping the Xuantian Sword Gang in it.
There was a cracking sound, and the gray silk sac seemed to be of insufficient quality, and was immediately broken open by Xuantian Sword Gang. But at the same time, a monk in gray clothes beside her sprinkled a cloud of gray phosphorus sand on Xuantian.
Above the Heavenly Sword Gang.
Wang Li's Xuantian Sword Gang suddenly made a sizzling sound like solidified lard falling onto hot charcoal chips, melting and being riddled with holes.
Seeing such a scene, Wang Li was not surprised but overjoyed.
There is a huge gap between the cultivation level of these gray-clothed monks and the Five Sons of Huayang, but compared with the Five Sons of Huayang, their fighting skills are simply as different as heaven and earth.
He intuitively felt that the number of battles the Huayang Five Sons had that could truly be regarded as a battle of skills was probably not even a fraction of those of these people.
"After all, these people are too weak. I won't gain much enlightenment or progress by fighting them. It's better to summon some monks who are on the fourth and fifth levels of Qi Refining. I just don't know if I can summon two monks who are on the third level of Qi Refining.
Recruit two more people with the fourth level of Qi Refining and the fifth level of Qi Refining?"
For some reason, Wang Li intuitively followed what Lu Shenliang said. If the Gray Palace itself was to create the most realistic killing field fighting environment, it should not only be able to awaken monks of the same cultivation level.
Logically speaking, the monks among the five flames should be able to choose at will.
After all, in a real killing field, there is definitely a mixture of good and bad, both high-level and low-level monks.
As soon as he thought of this, he immediately didn't want to get entangled with these five gray-clothed monks who were only at the second level of Qi Refining. He immediately waved his hands, looked at the five gray-clothed monks and said: "Fellow Taoists, I don't know you.
Why should we all fight each other when we meet? Why don't we sit down and talk?"
After saying this, he pricked up his ears and listened very carefully.
As he expected, the five gray-clothed monks responded to his words almost at the same time.
In the gray Taoist temple, the voices of these five gray-clothed monks sounded almost simultaneously.
The sound seemed to be coming from across time and space, vague and even a little intermittent. At the same time, an extremely tragic aura filled the gray Taoist temple.
The true energy and will within these five monks surged and burned like a raging fire.