This is an old man. He is wearing a sheepskin coat and old-fashioned cotton shoes. He is holding a stack of ancient scrolls in his hands. He is standing behind Bi Ningshuai and staring at him with a smile: "Kid, you are not a student of Lingbao Pagoda.
Bar?"
The old man and Bi Ningshuai were very close, standing there tremblingly, looking a little decrepit.
"This..." Bi Ningshuai's heart trembled, and he felt an evil aura covering his body, making him shudder.
The old man just stared at him with a smile.
Bi Ningshuai smiled with a stiff face, and suddenly took action. A large piece of spiritual light flew out from his fingers, and he pressed his palm towards the top of the old man's head.
Now that it's been discovered, it's time to strike first.
"boom!"
No matter what the old man did, Bi Ningshuai was directly knocked to the ground by his fist: he lay on the ground with a "bang", and a blood bubble as big as a copper bell appeared on the Tianling Cap above his head.
The old man is still smiling!
Feng Feiyun also noticed what had happened here, and rushed over quickly, staring at the old man. There was chaos in the man's dantian, and he couldn't see clearly his cultivation. His old eyes were filled with dazzling glow.
"Damn it, sister, can you please stop hitting the head?" Although Bi Ningshuai was yelling and cursing, he still fled back in despair, hid behind Feng Feiyun, and said: "This old man is not easy to mess with, he should be
The guardian of the 81st floor."
Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai became serious. They planned to join forces to use the Miao Ghost Ring. With the power of the spiritual weapon, they might have the power to suppress the old man.
The two of them looked at each other, and at the same time, they fired out all the spiritual energy in their bodies, blasted it into Miao Gui's finger, sacrificed it, and activated six ancient pictures. They planned to fight quickly. Even if they could not suppress the guardian, they must do it as soon as possible.
Escape from Lingbao Tower.
"boom!"
A ray of light flew out of Miao Gui's finger, and thousands of statues, combined with the power of two people, the power of Miao Gui's finger was far more than doubled.
"It's really a bad person!" The old man threw a stack of ancient scrolls in his hand away. The ancient scrolls were stained with a layer of brilliance, as if they had turned into iron books and copper scrolls made of fine iron, but in an instant
It was crushed by the power of the spiritual weapon and turned into wisps of flames.
The old man showed a slight surprise, and then a smile appeared on his face. He flicked his sleeves, and a piece of blue fire flew out. The power of this fire was very scary. It came from an ancient brass bottle.
Flying out, there is both air conditioning and heat waves.
Even the power of the spiritual weapon could not block this wisp of flame, and it was broken through layer by layer.
"This is... Ermei Minghuo!" Feng Feiyun said solemnly.
"The little guy has some knowledge. This wisp of Ambiguous Fire, but I spent 60 pieces of Zhenyao Lingshi on the Ancient Tea Horse Road leading to the underworld and bought it from a third-turn ghost.
No weapon can stop the power of Amaya Fire." This old man is a senior treasure hunter, so it is not difficult to enter the underworld.
"That's not necessarily the case!"
With one hand, Feng Feiyun held up the Miao Ghost Ring, and with the other hand, he condensed the Red Fire Technique, hoping to use it to counteract the Ermai Fire.
The power exerted by the spiritual weapon was broken layer by layer by the wisp of Amaya Fire. Both Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai could feel the flame.
The burning cold air mixed with it, and the flesh and blood began to crackle.
"Red Fire Technique!" Feng Feiyun finally used the Red Fire Technique and wanted to sacrifice Ming Huo.
"Blood Man God Jar!" Bi Ningshuai also made a jar. This jar was very much like a human skull, with white bones and scum on it, and blood essence and rotten flesh wrapped around the jar. Some places were vaguely still.
You can see black hair flowing.
But it is indeed a sacred jar, with the smell of earth and the veins of the earth on it.
A jar that looked like a human head, although not as powerful as Miao Gui's finger pull, blocked the Ermaiming Fire. Coupled with the impact of Feng Feiyun's red fire technique, the Ermaiming Fire was directly driven into the blood.
In the jar of man and god.
The Ermaiming Fire has the power to burn spiritual weapons, but it is absorbed by the Bloody God Jar and cannot be rushed out again.
This jar gives people a sense of evil, with a bland aura and inner terror.
"Where did you get this jar?" The old man was shocked and thought of a very scary person when he saw the jar.
Looking at Bi Ningshuai again, his old face had turned a little pale.
"I picked it up!" Bi Ningshuai took back the Bloody God Jar.
Naturally, he did not pick up this magical jar, but he touched it on the body of a man in blood clothes, so he named it the "Blood Man Divine Jar".
This jar had incredible magical properties, and he couldn't help but think of the name.
He thought it was fun at the time, but when he took this magical jar with him, he felt an unprecedented horror. Every night, an incomprehensible magic sound came from the jar, making him unable to sleep.
It felt like the head would fly out of the bag and float next to his pillow, staring at him with blood on his face.
"Impossible. This is the number one killing weapon of the King of the Yang Realm, the 'Blood-clothed King'. The Bloody God Jar is made from the head of an ancient great sage. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it."
The old man knew more or less about the Yin and Yang Realms. He knew the terror of the King of the Yang Realm better than anyone else. He was shocked by the bloody god jar in front of him.
"Nah... Nah, that man is... the King of the Yang Realm!" Bi Ningshuai was so frightened that his hands softened, and the blood-clothed magic jar in his hand almost fell to the ground, with roiling blood overflowing from it and a red mist.
His legs were also a little weak, he had no strength all over his body, he couldn't stand still, and he leaned directly on Feng Feiyun's shoulder.
This time the game got serious. The man in blood turned out to be the King of the Yang Realm. He had stolen all the Kings of the Yang Realm. It was over, it was over. Bi Ningshuai rolled his eyes and felt a little suffocated.
"I...can I go back?" Bi Ningshuai had never been so scared.
Feng Feiyun was also sweating in his heart. This guy is really awesome. He stole the King of the Yang Realm. If this important news spreads, he will definitely be famous all over the world and will make many self-proclaimed thieves to death.
"It is better to suppress the aura of the Blood-clothed Divine Jar first. If it is sensed by the King of the Yang Realm, it will be really difficult to die." Feng Feiyun reminded.
Bi Ningshuai felt as if he had been given a slap in the face, and quickly used the forbidden method to cover up the breath of the blood-clothed divine jar again. He secretly vowed to find a place to bury the blood-clothed divine jar. This is not a spiritual treasure, it is simply a reminder.
of spells.
This guy is a first-class thief, and he is also very good at concealing the aura of Lingbao. He is truly a professional.
"I thought you were the descendant of the King of the Yang Realm, but it turned out that you were just a thief. Hand over the blood-clothed divine jar!" The old man snorted coldly, stretched out a withered eagle claw, and caused sparks to appear in the air.
To seize the blood-clothed god jar.
This is the number one killing weapon of the King of the Yang Realm. It is one of the top killing weapons in the entire Shenjin Dynasty. Its power is many times more terrifying than ordinary spiritual weapons. If he masters this killing weapon, he will
Will have the strength to shake the giants.
Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai wanted to sacrifice the blood-clothed magic jar, but a wave of fire suddenly flew over their heads. It was a red fire cloud, and the person wrapped in it was the mysterious owner. He also came over
Already.
"Leave this old man to me, you go find Yin Cansha Luo as soon as possible." The mysterious master stretched out a flaming hand and knocked the old man back. All the old man's sleeves were burned to ashes by the flames.
A withered yellow arm was exposed.
"Who are you?" The old man was startled. Looking at his burned arm, he felt that this mysterious master wrapped in flames was very powerful. If the Ermei Minghuo had not been taken away by the blood-clothed god jar, he might still be alive.
He has the strength to fight.
But without Ermai Minghuo, his strength is greatly reduced, and he may not be able to stop this mysterious master.
"The person who killed you."
The mysterious master's voice was dry, and he pointed out, and his body turned into a sword intertwined with flames, piercing the air, piercing the universe, and in an instant, directly pierced the old man's body.
puff!
The flame was as hot as a magic furnace, and its breath was extremely sharp. It penetrated through the old man's body and directly split his body into two halves, killing him instantly.
"Vulnerable!" the mysterious master snorted coldly.
Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai both looked at each other, their hearts pounding. This mysterious master was not so powerful. It only took one move to kill a monk in the Destiny Realm, which shocked people.
"What happened, she escaped again!" Feng Feiyun discovered that Ji Cangyue had taken the opportunity to slip away again and disappeared on the 81st floor.
Several terrifying powers rose in the Lingbao Tower, just like several more suns suddenly appearing in the night sky, all heading towards the 81st floor at the same time.
"You dare to break into the Lingbao Tower, die!"
"die!"
"die!"
…
The word "death" sounded five times, each one becoming more powerful.
The strong men of Lingbao Pagoda had noticed that something had happened on the 81st floor. One person shot out from the air, and a palm shot out. The power of the nine-headed unicorns flew in, and the nine cow shadows suddenly rushed out of the void, as if there was a
The door was broken down.
"boom!"
The nine-headed unicorn was annihilated by the mysterious master with one palm. The flames on his body burned even more powerfully, covering the entire 81st floor. At the same time, he fought with five extremely powerful men in the air.
None of these people came with their true bodies, but their combat power was not much weaker than their true bodies. Some hit an ancient cauldron from the air, some condensed heaven-shaking palm prints and fell from the sky, and some even used black pens to fly from outside the tower.
Come, like a divine spear breaking through the water curtain.
"Boom!"
The mysterious master stood in the center of the tower, motionless, one against five, a sea of fire burst out of his body, and countless divine waves rolled up, but none of them fell below. His momentum was like a fire god holding down the sky for nine days.
Hurry up!
Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai were looking for Yincanshaluo on the 81st floor. They both used their strongest tricks. Feng Feiyun's Phoenix Eyes and Bi Ningshuai's empty hands worked perfectly together to completely defeat the entire group.
The 81st floor was a mess.
One of them can see things through a hole, and the other can steal the sky and catch stars. Even if they don't admit that they are two masters of thieves, no one will believe them.
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Normal updates will resume tomorrow, and the twenty chapters owed will be paid back slowly! Starting from tomorrow, we will strive for four or five chapters tomorrow!