Chapter 105： frozen soil
"I'm too strong to be immortal(
clang!
A bell rang across the entire underground space, and Bai Donglin opened his eyes in the process of cultivating, with golden light in his eyes, the dark cave was illuminated for a moment, and his figure disappeared.
In the dense cave on the rock wall, countless people in black robes shot out, very fast, all rushing to the square in front of the main hall, Bai Donglin lowered his head in silence, and moved forward with the flow of people.
But for a moment, the huge square was full of people in black robes, and Bai Donglin's spiritual thoughts swept through quietly, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue. After a month of gathering, there were already more than 10,000 people here. It seems that he still couldn't kill enough. Ruthless!
After waiting for a while, a dozen or so practitioners of Faxiang came out of the void, and the head was extraordinary. Bai Donglin estimated that the strength of this person was still higher than that of the black tiger.
"I am Grey Dove. I am solely responsible for the evacuation of the stronghold here. All your actions must now follow my command."
"Yes, Master Grey Dove!"
The gray dove nodded, and with a thought, a flying magic weapon appeared. A jet-black bird-shaped magic weapon appeared in the air and quickly became larger. Each feather was shining with metallic luster, and the two ruby-like eyes shimmered slightly, like living creatures. .
Bai Donglin nodded silently, the magic weapon was good, but it was a pity that it was mine soon.
The bird-shaped magic weapon flapped its wings slightly and opened its beak, and the black-robed man in the square instantly became smaller and swallowed into his abdomen. Bai Donglin tried his best to condense his breath and entered the magic weapon smoothly with the power of ingestion.
Grey Dove waved his hand gently, and the monk behind him also entered the space of the bird's belly. The bird-shaped magic weapon raised its head and screamed, flapped its wings, cut through the space, and disappeared instantly when submerged in it.
Like many people in black robes, Bai Donglin sat cross-legged in the space of the bird's belly and looked around in secret. The internal space of the flying magic weapon was different from the original world of the Taoist tool and the space for storing the magic weapon.
The reason why it can hold a living person is because the magic weapon is connected to the outside space, not a closed and independent space. Roughly speaking, a hollow is taken out of the flying magic weapon, and then an inscription array is engraved to enlarge the cavity. Space.
This bird-shaped magic weapon looks fancy, but the quality is far inferior to the flying magic weapon of Taishang City Lord Youdaoyi. After all, Bai Donglin's flying magic weapon is not many, and they are all high-end goods, such as Xianqi Yuta and so on. .
In Bai Donglin's random thoughts, half an hour passed, the bird-shaped magic weapon slowly slowed down, fell out of the interlayer of space, floated in the void, opened his big mouth, and vomited everyone out.
Bai Donglin stood steady in the void, looked around, looking into the vast expanse of whiteness, ice and snow, and instantly understood what this place was.
One of the four barren land in the ancient world, the "frozen soil" with no human inhabitants, is located in a barren land on the edge of the ancient world. Not only is the spiritual energy thin, the climate is extremely cold all year round, and monks and mortals will not visit this place.
Over the past year, he has travelled everywhere in the ancient world, and has traveled almost all the big states, except for the Ten Territories and the Four Wastelands.
These cunning guys actually built the most important base here. This is information that is not in the memory of the black tiger. It seems that the gray dove only knew about this in the last time.
Many people in black robes began to fall into the void, and the white snow was full of black shadows, as if stained with filth.
Flying magic weapons began to emerge in the void, and countless people in black robes were like dumplings, and the filthy black masses on the white snow quickly expanded.
Bai Donglin silently counted the number of black-robed people in his heart. He didn't dare to release his spiritual thoughts easily at this moment. The moment he arrived here, a terrifying aura had already locked them firmly.
He felt that more than one pair of eyes were staring at them in the dark, and the strength was extremely strong, far beyond the reach of a monk.
In order not to reveal the flaws, it is better to be cautious. All the horrible blood in the body retracts into the spirit orifice. The black robe soul in the Shenhai exudes black mist, and the breath that belongs to the black underworld cultivator permeates the whole body.
After the tea time, flying magic weapons no longer appeared in the void, and Bai Donglin slightly estimated that there were no fewer than 500,000 people in the black robe here!
The soul of the black underworld is really powerful, and it can sneak into so many monks secretly. It's no wonder that monk Qianyuan was chased and killed so badly.
These black-robed people have excellent discipline. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered here again without making a sound. Only the whistling of the cold wind on the scene stood silently, letting snow fall all over their bodies.
Bai Donglin knew what they were waiting for, waiting for the ten evil spirits to break out.
...
In the depths of the unburial domain, the core is sealed under the ground.
"The fortune teller! We can't stand it soon!"
Qingfeng and more than a dozen of them were able to sit cross-legged in the sky above the sea of blood, and countless colorful rune chains spread out from their bodies, connected to each other, and enveloped the entire sea of blood!
The huge sea of blood was turbulent, and the waves of blood rolled, slapped against the chains in the void, and a terrifying roar came from the depths of the sea of blood.
The divine fortune teller was sweating profusely, leading many monks to move quickly across the sea of blood, dropping pieces of precious materials from time to time, and these materials were covered with mysterious inscriptions, and the light was shining.
"If you can't stand it, you have to stand it! Give us time, it's almost healed, it's almost healed..."
The divine fortune teller quickly pinched the tactics with both hands, looking for nodes to lay down his eyes, his eyes were exhausted, and he had been doing this for nearly a year, and his spirit was on the verge of his limit.
"Ah!"
Qing Feng and the others roared and began to burn the energy particles in the body, a terrifying aura surging out, and the dense rune chains became extremely thick again, slowly pressing down the fiercely tumbling sea of blood!
Ho Ho Ho!
"Ant! When the uncle goes out, I must eat you!"
The fierce beast in the depths of the blood sea roared and struggled frantically. Emperor Mingyu has sealed it for tens of millions of years. Now that the seal is about to break, he can finally leave this ghost place. These little bugs, the **** food, dare to prevent it from breaking. Feng is really driving it crazy.
The terrifying evil spirits of the fierce beasts spread through the blockade, and the many fierce beasts in the burial area shivered with fear, and their courage was almost broken when hiding in the cave.
Above the sword cliff, Mrs. White Bone held her chin like white jade with both hands sensed the horror surging in the depths of the earth, looked at the sloppy old man aside, and couldn't help asking:
"Old man, you just look at it like this? Aren't you afraid that these monks will ruin your plan?"
She had been with Jianzi for a long time, and she also understood that the old man had no ill will towards her. The two were already familiar with each other, and even vaguely knew that the seal of the ten fierce was destroyed by Jianzi.
Although she didn't know what they were going to do, she didn't care much. After all, she had lived in a sea of bones since she was a child, and she knew very little about this world. She just laughed and didn't say anything when she asked the sword idiot. Let her helpless.
Jian Chi drank the spirits, his eyes narrowed slightly, he saw everything that happened deep in the ground, and shook his head and said:
"It's useless. Although these little guys in the ancient world have tried their best, the breaking of the ten fierce seals is a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed!"
"Girl, go on."
Jian Chi took out a small bronze sword from his arms and threw it to Mrs. Bone. Mrs. Bone hurriedly caught it with both hands, glanced at the small bronze sword suspiciously and asked:
"what is this?"
"Then the old man has something to do, but he won't care about you. When the world is broken, this small sword will protect you and take you away from this world."
Mrs. Bone was taken aback for a moment, usually giggling like a greedy old naughty sword idiot, but now she looks so solemn, making her a little uncomfortable for a while, and why is the good world broken?
She has been with Jian Zhan for so long, and actually believed Jian Zhan's words. The golden skeleton that gave birth to her should be the legacy of Jian Zhan. Otherwise, there is no reason to take care of her like this, so she asked worriedly:
"Old man, what are you going to do?"
Jianzhu raised the wine gourd and took a fierce sip, was silent for a moment, and then said calmly:
"Cut the ten fierce."
clang!
A bell rang across the entire underground space, and Bai Donglin opened his eyes in the process of cultivating, with golden light in his eyes, the dark cave was illuminated for a moment, and his figure disappeared.
In the dense cave on the rock wall, countless people in black robes shot out, very fast, all rushing to the square in front of the main hall, Bai Donglin lowered his head in silence, and moved forward with the flow of people.
But for a moment, the huge square was full of people in black robes, and Bai Donglin's spiritual thoughts swept through quietly, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue. After a month of gathering, there were already more than 10,000 people here. It seems that he still couldn't kill enough. Ruthless!
After waiting for a while, a dozen or so practitioners of Faxiang came out of the void, and the head was extraordinary. Bai Donglin estimated that the strength of this person was still higher than that of the black tiger.
"I am Grey Dove. I am solely responsible for the evacuation of the stronghold here. All your actions must now follow my command."
"Yes, Master Grey Dove!"
The gray dove nodded, and with a thought, a flying magic weapon appeared. A jet-black bird-shaped magic weapon appeared in the air and quickly became larger. Each feather was shining with metallic luster, and the two ruby-like eyes shimmered slightly, like living creatures. .
Bai Donglin nodded silently, the magic weapon was good, but it was a pity that it was mine soon.
The bird-shaped magic weapon flapped its wings slightly and opened its beak, and the black-robed man in the square instantly became smaller and swallowed into his abdomen. Bai Donglin tried his best to condense his breath and entered the magic weapon smoothly with the power of ingestion.
Grey Dove waved his hand gently, and the monk behind him also entered the space of the bird's belly. The bird-shaped magic weapon raised its head and screamed, flapped its wings, cut through the space, and disappeared instantly when submerged in it.
Like many people in black robes, Bai Donglin sat cross-legged in the space of the bird's belly and looked around in secret. The internal space of the flying magic weapon was different from the original world of the Taoist tool and the space for storing the magic weapon.
The reason why it can hold a living person is because the magic weapon is connected to the outside space, not a closed and independent space. Roughly speaking, a hollow is taken out of the flying magic weapon, and then an inscription array is engraved to enlarge the cavity. Space.
This bird-shaped magic weapon looks fancy, but the quality is far inferior to the flying magic weapon of Taishang City Lord Youdaoyi. After all, Bai Donglin's flying magic weapon is not many, and they are all high-end goods, such as Xianqi Yuta and so on. .
In Bai Donglin's random thoughts, half an hour passed, the bird-shaped magic weapon slowly slowed down, fell out of the interlayer of space, floated in the void, opened his big mouth, and vomited everyone out.
Bai Donglin stood steady in the void, looked around, looking into the vast expanse of whiteness, ice and snow, and instantly understood what this place was.
One of the four barren land in the ancient world, the "frozen soil" with no human inhabitants, is located in a barren land on the edge of the ancient world. Not only is the spiritual energy thin, the climate is extremely cold all year round, and monks and mortals will not visit this place.
Over the past year, he has travelled everywhere in the ancient world, and has traveled almost all the big states, except for the Ten Territories and the Four Wastelands.
These cunning guys actually built the most important base here. This is information that is not in the memory of the black tiger. It seems that the gray dove only knew about this in the last time.
Many people in black robes began to fall into the void, and the white snow was full of black shadows, as if stained with filth.
Flying magic weapons began to emerge in the void, and countless people in black robes were like dumplings, and the filthy black masses on the white snow quickly expanded.
Bai Donglin silently counted the number of black-robed people in his heart. He didn't dare to release his spiritual thoughts easily at this moment. The moment he arrived here, a terrifying aura had already locked them firmly.
He felt that more than one pair of eyes were staring at them in the dark, and the strength was extremely strong, far beyond the reach of a monk.
In order not to reveal the flaws, it is better to be cautious. All the horrible blood in the body retracts into the spirit orifice. The black robe soul in the Shenhai exudes black mist, and the breath that belongs to the black underworld cultivator permeates the whole body.
After the tea time, flying magic weapons no longer appeared in the void, and Bai Donglin slightly estimated that there were no fewer than 500,000 people in the black robe here!
The soul of the black underworld is really powerful, and it can sneak into so many monks secretly. It's no wonder that monk Qianyuan was chased and killed so badly.
These black-robed people have excellent discipline. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered here again without making a sound. Only the whistling of the cold wind on the scene stood silently, letting snow fall all over their bodies.
Bai Donglin knew what they were waiting for, waiting for the ten evil spirits to break out.
...
In the depths of the unburial domain, the core is sealed under the ground.
"The fortune teller! We can't stand it soon!"
Qingfeng and more than a dozen of them were able to sit cross-legged in the sky above the sea of blood, and countless colorful rune chains spread out from their bodies, connected to each other, and enveloped the entire sea of blood!
The huge sea of blood was turbulent, and the waves of blood rolled, slapped against the chains in the void, and a terrifying roar came from the depths of the sea of blood.
The divine fortune teller was sweating profusely, leading many monks to move quickly across the sea of blood, dropping pieces of precious materials from time to time, and these materials were covered with mysterious inscriptions, and the light was shining.
"If you can't stand it, you have to stand it! Give us time, it's almost healed, it's almost healed..."
The divine fortune teller quickly pinched the tactics with both hands, looking for nodes to lay down his eyes, his eyes were exhausted, and he had been doing this for nearly a year, and his spirit was on the verge of his limit.
"Ah!"
Qing Feng and the others roared and began to burn the energy particles in the body, a terrifying aura surging out, and the dense rune chains became extremely thick again, slowly pressing down the fiercely tumbling sea of blood!
Ho Ho Ho!
"Ant! When the uncle goes out, I must eat you!"
The fierce beast in the depths of the blood sea roared and struggled frantically. Emperor Mingyu has sealed it for tens of millions of years. Now that the seal is about to break, he can finally leave this ghost place. These little bugs, the **** food, dare to prevent it from breaking. Feng is really driving it crazy.
The terrifying evil spirits of the fierce beasts spread through the blockade, and the many fierce beasts in the burial area shivered with fear, and their courage was almost broken when hiding in the cave.
Above the sword cliff, Mrs. White Bone held her chin like white jade with both hands sensed the horror surging in the depths of the earth, looked at the sloppy old man aside, and couldn't help asking:
"Old man, you just look at it like this? Aren't you afraid that these monks will ruin your plan?"
She had been with Jianzi for a long time, and she also understood that the old man had no ill will towards her. The two were already familiar with each other, and even vaguely knew that the seal of the ten fierce was destroyed by Jianzi.
Although she didn't know what they were going to do, she didn't care much. After all, she had lived in a sea of bones since she was a child, and she knew very little about this world. She just laughed and didn't say anything when she asked the sword idiot. Let her helpless.
Jian Chi drank the spirits, his eyes narrowed slightly, he saw everything that happened deep in the ground, and shook his head and said:
"It's useless. Although these little guys in the ancient world have tried their best, the breaking of the ten fierce seals is a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed!"
"Girl, go on."
Jian Chi took out a small bronze sword from his arms and threw it to Mrs. Bone. Mrs. Bone hurriedly caught it with both hands, glanced at the small bronze sword suspiciously and asked:
"what is this?"
"Then the old man has something to do, but he won't care about you. When the world is broken, this small sword will protect you and take you away from this world."
Mrs. Bone was taken aback for a moment, usually giggling like a greedy old naughty sword idiot, but now she looks so solemn, making her a little uncomfortable for a while, and why is the good world broken?
She has been with Jian Zhan for so long, and actually believed Jian Zhan's words. The golden skeleton that gave birth to her should be the legacy of Jian Zhan. Otherwise, there is no reason to take care of her like this, so she asked worriedly:
"Old man, what are you going to do?"
Jianzhu raised the wine gourd and took a fierce sip, was silent for a moment, and then said calmly:
"Cut the ten fierce."
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