Demon’s Diary

“Ba” sounded softly, the blue snow lotus was instantly cut off, the yellow light caught the blue lotus flower, and rolled back the electric radiation.

The disciple of Tiangong Zong grabbed it and immediately vacated it without thinking about it, turning into a yellow light and fleeing towards the distance.

However, just as he had just flown away, the pond instantly launched a surging water wave, and several lengths of blood touched the water and broke out. The whip was generally drawn where the disciple of Tiangong had stood.

loud rumbling sound!

The ground that was hit immediately cracked open and countless pieces of rock and dust scattered.

Deep in the pool, there was an angry roar from an eight-legged blood-beast.

The disciple of Tiangong Sect flew in the middle of the sky and turned around slightly. He was afraid of the situation.

Looking at the power of the eight-legged blood-beast, it is the Late Crystal Brotherhood, it is also less ferocious to be entwined.

“Fortunately, the eight-legged blood beast is an aquatic demon beast and will not leave the water easily...”

Disciple Tiangong appealed for a long breath and turned around, flying for dozens of miles before returning to the ground.

After carefully weighing this blue snow lotus in front of him, he laughed and put it in the storage mark.

At this moment, a shadow flashed behind him, and the disciple of Tiangong suddenly turned around, but behind him was empty.

“Did I read it wrong? ”

The disciple of Tiangong Zong frowned, and when he turned his head again, a handsome looking, literary and well-dressed scholar appeared in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

“Turns out he is the brother of the Hao Lan Academy. It is a pleasure to meet Wu Chao of Gongzong next day!” The disciple of Tiangong Zong flashed a slight shock in his eyes, but appeared to be a calm fist cuddle, while the short blade was instantly snapped in his sleeve.

“You don't have to say anything, leave your storage charm and give half your luck, and maybe I'll let you go.” The white robe writer said with a low voice and no expression.

“Humph, this is hard to obey...” Wu Chao refused without hesitation, but tightened the short knife in his hand a little bit.

The white robe writer heard that his eyes were cold and his body was covered in white smoke, and his figure gradually blurred.

The next moment, a white man appeared in front of Wu Chao as fast as lightning. His palms spurred out, and a milky white energy was emitted from it. He grabbed it towards the lock of luck on Wu Chao's wrist.

At a time when the white energy was as strong as Yunxia's, but at an alarming speed, it rolled down and reached the wrist.

However, Wu super reacted extremely quickly, the short blade waved violently in his hand, a yellow knife of the moon lasered out, leaving a trace in the void, towards the white energy.

“Bang” muffled!

After the yellow knife and white energy hit him in the head, he could not stand still in the air.

“insignificant trick! ”

The young man in the white robe laughed, his body turned and lifted his other arm, shooting a hand forward.

The other white energy suddenly disappeared into the previous energy. Under the convergence of the two energy, they actually converged into a huge white palm the size of a stronghold, gently gripping and crushing the bent moon knife, continuing towards Wu Chao for a beating.

Wu Chao's face changed, such a close distance could not be avoided, only suddenly one mouth, sprayed a green circle, dripping around, in the clatter, turned into a green turtle, the surface spiritual print flashed, a layer of green light blocked in front of him.

“Boom” sound!

The green light screen was struck by a giant palm, the sword broke open, and the light green turtle trembled and several cracks appeared on the surface.

Wu Chao only felt a huge wave of isolation, his body couldn't help but reflect, even people with precious weight hit a tree more than a hundred years away.

The tree, which several people hugged together, "bang," was vividly broken.

Wu Chao opened his mouth with a mouthful of blood, and the crystalline jade lock on his wrist broke open with a crisp crack. A roll of grey fog emerged, which blended into the jade lock in the hands of the young man in the white robe.

The young man in the white robe laughed laughingly, while shaking his figure, he reappeared in front of Wu Chao again.

“You've taken half of my luck, what else do you want?” Wu Super looked pale, coughed a few times, and rose angrily to say.

“Didn't I just say, hand over the storage marks on you?” As the young man in the white robe raised his hand, a white monk huge palm gathered together again, covering the disciple of Tiangong Sect, and said in a gloomy manner.

Wu Chao's face was constantly numbered. After biting his teeth, he could only remove the lumbar storage bag by turning his hand and throw it out.

The white palm emits a suction that absorbs the storager into it.

“Well, I did everything you said, and now you can leave.” Wu Chao stared at the young man in the white robe and asked coldly.

“Leaving?”

The young man in the white robe heard a smile in his eyes. Without waiting for Wu Chao to say it again, the giant palm shadow fell like a hill.

After a loud bang and a loud scream, it sounded silent.

A moment later, the white robe young man scraped everything on the body clean and took stock before looking at the body and saying two more words:

“The losing Tiangong Sect was the number one sect that Tianmen would have ranked last time. This is the only way to send disciples. It seems like I was thinking too much before. But good thing we finally got Snow Lotus in this fresh water, and I'm not unjustly busy. ”

After that, the young man in the white robe single-handedly grabbed it and a yellow ray of light lashed out and landed on the ground.

There was a loud rumble, and the nearby ground suddenly cracked open a two-length mouth, and the mud sand rolled down, swallowing the body instantly.

“Of the four great priests, the Hao Dao Academy is based on righteousness and benevolence. The disciples under the door cultivate their hearts, but did not expect to see the people of the Hao Academy today, they are all hypocrites! ”

At this point, a cold sound was heard in the ears of the young man in the white robe, while a powerful demon was scattered in the void surrounding him.

“Who's sneaking around here?” The young man in the white robe changed his complexion and hurriedly released his consciousness in an attempt to investigate the surrounding situation.

At this point, he suddenly heard a squeaking sound in his ear, then cooled behind his back, and the stirring heart in his chest was ripped out by something.

The young man in the white robe screamed, his body immediately fell out of the air, and at the moment of landing, "tumbled”, all wrapped in rolling red flames into ashes, even a group of spirits inside for a moment of ash smoke extinguished, only a crystalline lock of luck and a storage ring left in place.

At this time, the young man in the white robe fluctuated together, and after a roll of grey demons, a figure emerged, holding a peristaltic heart flash in his hand.

This man, dressed in a gown, did not look too old, had a handsome face and long ears. It was Xue Pan, the demonic teenager who fled with Liu Ming Ouyang Qian to the end in the Blue Dome phantom palace decades ago.

The demonic teenager crushed the center of his hand and raised his hand, popping a black wind, smashing the ground luck lock “bang” open.

Immediately, a small group of forces of fortune swept apart and fell out of the white lock on the wrist of the Xue Pan.

After watching his luck lock gleam, Xue Pan showed a satisfied expression on his face. After ingesting the ground storage ring, he immediately rushed away to solve the problem.

……

Among the dozens of deep canyons, a black cloud is slowly moving against the ground. Above the black cloud, a young man in a blue robe rises to the wind, just like Liu Ming.

In the first few days of the secret, Liu Ming did not leave the surrounding area immediately, but absorbed some luck by killing many low-level demonic beasts.

During this period, he did not come into contact with other disciples of the sect and would not ignore them even if some spiritual fluctuations were found far away.

After all, staying in the secret of this day is still a long time. At this time, it is not a good opportunity to fight each other. It is only expedient to wait for others' luck to gather more before robbing them.

Beyond that, he also took the opportunity to look for some herbal medicine, after all, the herbal medicine grown here is rare and also brings a lot of power of luck.

Just a short time ago, he discovered a mushroom-like spirit grass at the entrance of this remote canyon, with an intense array of spiritual energy, looking back on the various spiritual books he had seen, and wondering what they were, and could only plan on earnings temporarily later.

At this point, under a blue-blue boulder from more than a hundred husbands, a faintly lit grass once again caught his attention.

It was not until a few steps later that he discovered this inch of Ganoderma grass with its brilliant glow and light fragrance.

“Turns out it's a millennial-fired vanilla.” Liu Ming saw this joy and couldn't help but say a word to himself.

If Sanskrit grass is not a very rare spiritual grass, but there is something special about it, it is extremely difficult to grow.

Sanskrit grass below the 500-year fire can be seen occasionally in some spiritual mountain river spirits, nothing special, but once the year exceeds 500 years, every 100 years, it will emit a point of intensity in the light and summer, but there is an unknown possibility that 20% will wither to death. Once the millennium fire is reached, it will become a Sanskrit main material that can help the paranormal improvement of the heavenly realm, but therefore, the millennium Sanskrit grass is almost difficult to produce outside.

Therefore, in today's Jomtien mainland, the price of Sanskrit grass varies greatly from year to year. The century-old Fire Sanskrit is only worth 350,000 spiritual stones. Once it exceeds 500 years, the price rises sharply to nearly one million spiritual stones. If it is Sanskrit grass in more than a thousand years, the price of Sanskrit grass can be sold above the auction, and it is often priceless and difficult to appear.

Before Liu Ming only heard that Tianmen's secret realm is rich in resources, but did not expect to encounter such a class of spiritual grass, I am delighted to know.

Just as he single-handedly flipped out a silver sword and tried to cut the Sanskrit out of the grass, the blue boulder shivered slightly and a powerful spiritual fluctuation came through.

Liu Ming reacted extremely quickly, his legs slipped and reflexed more than ten lengths away, his eyes staring brightly behind the turquoise boulder.

Only the earth beneath the blue stone began to loosen, a sound of boredom, the ground split a gap, a huge demonic python between the blue and yellow, howling out of the rolling soil.