A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“What do you say? Brother Lu arranged it pretty much. These legal formations cover this place thoroughly, even if it's a big deal, it can handle one or two. Besides, eighty-nine out of ten we're just wasting time.” After Nanhuo inserted the last French flag in his hand into the corner at the bottom of the pool, he smiled bitterly with both hands.

“Hey, hey! The old man would rather waste more time than anything unexpected. If behind this door is truly the hidden treasure of the ancient monks, it is of course the best. If not, it would be better to prepare than not to. Though the husband is very hot on the treasure, he attaches more importance to this old life.” Ru Weiying smiled slightly and said indifferently.

Nanhuo heard this, shook his head and said nothing.

At this time, the old man arranged the last array in his hand and inspired restraint, and a layer of white daylight floated around.

The old man nodded satisfactorily, turning around to face the bloody stone gate again.

Nanhuohou was somewhat impatient in the early days. After seeing the elderly arranged, he immediately and unkindly suddenly took off a store in his waist and tossed it into the air.

A white glow swept out of the sky, adding that sparkling ancient skeleton to the ground.

“This gateway to the blood curse is evil enough. Breaking the ban on this door requires the essence or flesh of the person who cast the spell to be lifted. The flesh and blood must not be found. But there must be some monk essence left in this sitting ancient remains.” Nanhuohou sighed, a mouth spraying the golden yellow flying sword.

Then he reached out and grabbed the void on the ground, and the skeleton suddenly floated in the air, rising to a height of five or six feet above the ground.

Nanhu Hou's fingers bounced, a white law shooting at a small sword that stopped moving in front of his chest.

After a buzz, the little sword trembled for a moment, and a dazzling sword burst out at the tip of the sword.

Golden, brilliant, brilliant!

This sword then becomes brighter and brighter, turning into a golden ball.

A moment later, the lights of the swordlight instantly emerged from the laser of the small sword, all on the skeleton floating in the sky, and the scenic mantle burst below.

Countless rhythmically abnormal swords crossed and drowned the entire bone. After the moment, the bone powder, about the size, drifted down from the sword like gravel.

A glint of fine light flashed in Nanhuo's eyes, his sleeve robe swayed, and a glimmer of golden glow came out of his sleeve, just as the translucent bone sand was swept into it.

The golden sword glow in the sky, when the line faded away.

Look at the crystalline bone powder curled by the golden glow, Nanhuo nodded herself. Then he turned around and glanced at Ruweiying next to him.

The old man sees this, and naturally knows what Nanhuo intends. The white flag appeared between the hands as soon as the polite hands were rubbed.

With a slight tremor, a hurricane appeared empty near the French flag.

At this time, Nanhuopan sat on his knees, his hands pinched, and his mouth sounded a low spell. Then all sorts of ways flew out of hand, all on the golden xia wrapped in bone powder.

The golden glow was rushed by these laws, and the bone powder wrapped inside slowly rolled around.

These semi-transparent powders shine brightly and unusually brilliantly in the glow of the glow.

At this time, Old Man Lu Xing tried to attack Shimen.

Instead of rushing to attack with the French flag in his hand, he lifted one hand at random, and after the red light flashed, several fist fireballs fired in a series towards the stone gate.

“Poop” a few slight muffled noises.

As soon as the fire ball approached the stone gate, the blood flashed on it and suddenly came back to life. Large pieces of red rays gathered in the middle, interwoven together, and turned into a huge ghost face, just like a stone gate engraving head, big enough.

His face swallowed several fireballs into his mouth, flashed a few times and immediately collapsed. The stone gate was restored to its original state.

Seeing this scene, Old Man Lu was shocked. But after hesitating, he pointed the French flag at the stone gate.

The hurricane that had appeared on the flag immediately turned into a storm dragon, whistling and attacking the stone gate.

The ghost face appeared again. After the same big mouth, a large piece of red light erupted from the mouth. The wind tornado was rolled into the blood, and it was put into the ghost mouth. Then the ghost faces in the old man's angry mating, disappeared again.

Lu and Nanhuo looked at each other and looked at each other.

“This gateway to the blood curse is a bit odd. Still be honest and follow the cracking method of the people on Cancún and dismiss this door.” Nanhuo sighed and said slowly.

Ru Weiying listened, touched his chin and nodded.

Although he still has more powerful means of attacking, the ghost face on the stone door is really a bit evil. He didn't want to happen to promise to screw this up. With the fame of the people of Cancún in the past years, I am sure that we will find a solution with greater certainty.

“Go!" Nanhuo shouted low, pointing a finger at the daylight in the air.

The sumptuous golden magnification buzzed and swept past the stone gate without hesitation.

Blood flashed and that ghost face emerged from the door again. Only this time, the face of the ghost face was faceless and Jin Xia was the face, the bone powder doped in the glow suddenly turned into rice grain size white light point, desperately adhering to the ghost face.

And as soon as the ghost face touched these lights, a grey-white fog appeared, and the ghost face instantly dissolved. A moment later, the entire stone gate was covered in grey mist.

The ghosts cried loudly in the fog, and the blood flashed.

Then a thick, bloody tentacle rushed out of the fog, beating the blue stone floor desperately, as if the entire stone gate were alive. But in the blink of an eye, these tentacles were covered in grey mist, and immediately a root melted away.

“Right now. Do it!" Nanhuo shouted without hesitation at the sight of the situation on the stone gate.

Then he had a little golden sword in front of him, his hands pinched, his whole body spiritual power poured into the flying sword by law.

The golden flying sword instantly turned into a golden rainbow and burst into the air.

The old man on one side had a gloomy face and similarly injected half his spiritual power into the flag, throwing the flag directly in his hand.

After the white light flashed, the flag turned into several wind dragons, and the aggressive swept at the stone gate again.

In the blink of an eye, the golden rainbow and the wind dragon burst into the grey fog.

A tremendous noise came out of the fog. Gold, blood, and hurricanes all interwoven together in the fog, then blended together and burst apart.

After a blast of wind, Stonemonton was clearly visible, and the grey white fog was blown away clean. Nan Xiaohou saw this and glanced at him.

There was no blood on the stone door, as if it was forbidden to consume all.

Turning his eyes slightly, Nanhu Hou glanced again at the golden sword inserted halfway into the surface of the stone gate.

When God moved, the little sword suddenly flew out of the stone gate, turning into a few feet long gold rainbow, aiming at the stone gate is staggered and cut together.

A rumbling sound came from the rumbling, and in the golden light amplification, the entire stone gate was cut into a pile of rubble by a flying sword.

A smell of smell spread through the air.

But Nanhuo Hou and Lu Old Man's face changed dramatically after seeing the stone gate debris clearly.

These chip cuts, like humans, come out of dark red blood. And that smell is coming out of these black and red blood.

This is a strange circumstance!

Though the stone gate was chopped. But the two of them didn't see anything amazing. Because behind the stone door, a dark staircase appeared that stretched underground.

“Go! Let me see what treasure this Blood Curse Gate has. It's so mysterious.” Nanxun looked forward to the passage that seemed to lead straight into the Nine Pylories, licking his lips and suddenly smiling.

Nor did they greet the elderly Lu Xing, but they took great strides forward and entered the corridor a few steps later.

Old Man Lu stood still for a moment.

He looked at the wreckage of the door of the blood curse with black blood on the ground, and at the passage exposed under his eyelids, his eyebrows locked together.

Suddenly he exhaled and walked into the aisle with his legs lifted.

Unexpectedly for the elderly, the passage was very short, and just over twenty husbands deep underground, it reached an underground lobby.

The lobby is small and only seventy-eight feet wide.

Apart from a table, the entire lobby is empty and empty.

As the elderly entered the area, Nanhu Hou was standing in the middle of the lobby, staring at a few things on the table, the whole person seemed to be staying.

The old man walked past with some suspicion and looked at it as well. The result was a shock to the heart.

“Tian Yuanguo! I'm not mistaken. This is where you eat one and you can extend your life by a hundred years. Is that purple Ganoderma Ganoderma, which is rumored to be replenishing Tianzhi? It should have been around for tens of thousands of years, or can it be eaten raw or refined for decades? And this golden luminous bamboo is no more than the golden thunder bamboo of the three great god trees! And this...” Once Lu Weiying saw the six or seven kinds of flowers supplied on the table, first he was stunned, then his face showed horrible color of speech was incessant, he could hardly believe what he saw, he couldn't help but move forward two steps, intending to take a closer look.

“Lu Daoyou, I wouldn't be so reckless if I were you. Do you really think these pills are just left naked here, waiting for me to take them? Do you want to take a closer look around?” Just when the old man was unusually excited, Nanhuo suddenly opened his mouth cold.

“Brother Nan, what do you mean by that?” As soon as the old man listens to this, such as a cold water sprinkler, his mind is clear, and he hastily recalculates his suspicions around. “Huh! This seems to be rumored to be the Minor Sumitomo Vajra formation. The Buddhist Front, how come it's here?” The old man with the Lu surname finally saw some of the symbols hidden from the surrounding walls and was surprised to see some fame.

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