Chapter 192 (1/2)

The last void in the cave at the bottom of the mountain disappeared irresistibly. Everything is rammed like rammed earth. The trunk of ancient Wen Tian was broken in an instant, but several pieces of stumps were still indestructible and were pressed in the dense thick soil. Under the pressure of hundreds of millions of pounds, he can't breathe. But he remained conscious and had recovered from his initial shock.

If it wasn't for the presence of the nucleus in his body, he would have been dead by now. But wood can control the soil, and the tree core is not afraid of being buried in the soil. The tree nuclear energy absorbs earth Qi to maintain life, carries his soul and even restores his body.

At the time of guaofeng, mufei destroyed the whole guaofeng with the tree body for only a moment. The Xudan monk of the tree body is not far behind. Even if the lonely peak on his body, he will not die.

”But if I wasn't a postnatal tree, I would be dead.” Even if he is proud of himself. He suddenly had a strong interest in the young female disciple who could set up the array. Such people, either for their own use, or cut off the roots.

On the one hand, the tree core absorbs the earth's atmosphere, and on the other side grows roots like boa constrictors. It looks for all kinds of cracks in the soil and gravel under the mountain. Every time a small gap is found, countless tiny fibrous roots grow out, drill into the cracks, and then expand, expanding the cracks.

It's a long story, but driven by the true Qi of ancient Xutian Xudan, it's just a few breaths. Like a thunderstorm, the sound of rock cracking comes from the mountain wall. A finger thick root came out. A man's body is like a fruit. It grows rapidly on it. After two breaths, he is seven feet long and perfect.

Gu Wentian's Taoist robes and all his magic weapons were left in the ground and disappeared. But it doesn't matter to him. He is a self-cultivation, and the body is his most powerful weapon. His muscles and lines were like soft rolling mountains, like gods coming down to earth.

The body of his postnatal tree is similar to lianling's physical body. But Lian Ling was stabbed in the heart by Chen Xuanfang with half a foot cold. The sea of Qi was damaged and his accomplishments were severely damaged. It was lucky that he could survive. However, he was only crushed and his limbs were not hurt.

Out of the mountain, the ancient Chinese look to the East, only a line of light, such as swimming fish, clinging to the tree top to the East. It was a man and a woman he was chasing, driving his magic weapon to the waterfall at the end of the canyon. He frowned, the wind howled at his feet, rolled up his body like a meteor, and chased after him.

At this time, Qian Yan clenched the sword in his hand, sweating heavily on his head. Half because of fatigue, half is a few times of life and death fighting, let him also be thrilled.

Half a quarter ago, near the ink lake at the end of the canyon, he first saw a mighty green dragon water absorbing array, in which two criminal hall disciples were trapped. Although they could avoid drowning, they were trapped in it and could not move at all. The big water in the lake flooded the gravel beach by the lake.

Of course, he didn't have time to rescue these people. He just used his lightness skill to pass through the cliff.

After the ink lake, he saw a red iron wall, which was burning by a bronze tripod suspended in the air. Under the iron wall, there was a short, stocky boy, naked, with an axe in his hand. He hit the iron wall with one blow. The fire reflected his body, which was full of flesh and sweat. It was just like a Hercules who moved mountains. Every time he hit it, the iron cage array would shake like an earthquake.

In front of him, another young man in white is sitting on the ground, trying to activate the fire cauldron. Both of them have entered the realm of selflessness and have no idea of the external situation.

In addition, there is a beautiful and petite woman, holding her head in both hands, lying down in the fire and unable to move. It seems that she has been hit by some kind of art to attack the spirit.

Qian Yan's mouth cocked up and gave out a sneer. This is just a good chance. These people were unprepared when they broke the battle. Now, if he goes up and interferes casually, it will kill them.

He is now assisting the law enforcement officer in handling cases. Even if these people are killed completely, there is no need for half a sentence of explanation. Although the spirit species that can condense Xuanyin pill is not here, the fire cauldron is an equally valuable treasure.

Thinking of this, he pulled out his sword with pride. Although the thousand boxes were destroyed, his spirit sword was still there. The whole body of the sword is black, and its surface is uneven and covered with mottled rust. This sword is called iron thorn sword. The iron spine sword is made by combining the spirit of iron thread thorn with the sword used by him. Although it is not as powerful as controlling thousands of iron thread spines at the same time in a thousand kinds of boxes, it should be enough to deal with these external disciples.

But when he was really angry, he felt sticky. True Qi out of the body is like sailing against the current. The iron thread thorn on the sword can't be sent out. There was some kind of magic weapon around him, which even hindered him to activate the magic weapon.

This is, of course, Huang Lu's masterpiece. She had already expected that someone would come. Before leaving, she used the great waterfall at the end of the canyon to soak in the aura of heaven and earth, and set up an array to weaken the movement of friars' true Qi.

Qian Yan snorted coldly. These outer disciples are really a little clever, but they are too much. He didn't have to push the iron thread thorn at all. Even if the sword in his hand was only broken iron, it was enough to kill them.

He put the tip of the sword down, held the handle, and went straight to the woman lying on the ground. He sneered at her. The cold light flashed in his eyes, and the sword was about to be stabbed.A strong wind came from the back of his neck. This makes him suddenly a tight heart, quickly backhand sword block. After hearing a stab, the two swords intersected, but the strength was like nothing, which made him feel the details of each other. Then the other side's sword body slipped gently on his own sword, and had already bypassed his own sword tip. He appeared in front of him in a strange way and split his neck horizontally.

Qian Yan was almost out of his wits. Fortunately, he had been wandering in the Xuanmen lake for many years. Under the control of his desire to survive, he unconsciously tilted back, and the cold sword just gently peeled off a small piece of skin from the tip of his nose. He immediately stepped back to resist the wind and retreated more than ten steps away.