Chapter 170 The mountain wind dares not blow and the leaves dare not shake

The clouds and fog converged into a big hand, suppressing Ling Sheng and the red wolf.

Ling Sheng only felt that there was a huge mountain on the top, which was unstoppable and almost had no resistance, so he fell down and went straight into the mountains and forests. Fortunately, he can fall in mid-air. If he is pressed down by this big hand on the ground, he will be crushed into a meat pie and fall into the strata. Unless he knows the art of earth escape, he will die.

These skills are no longer the means of ordinary people.

Xuan Zhenjun!

Although Ling Sheng fell in the air and the wind hit his face, he still sweated coldly and turbulently. Even the strong wind could not dry the cold sweat.

As soon as he landed, Ling Sheng's heart moved, released Brother Hei Xi and the monkey, wrapped the wooden house in black cloth, threw it to the monkey, pointed to the red wolf, and shouted, "Let's go!"

Hei Xi stood still and clenched his fists.

The monkey, who has always jumped away, can't help gritting its teeth and be silent.

Seeing this, Ling Sheng was very anxious and shouted, "I'll hold him back. You take a step ahead, and I'll be there later."

The monkey was silent, and the other party was probably a mysterious king. With the ability to win the peak of imperial spirit, it was actually too far away. Even if he practiced the sword spirit passed down by the ancient real immortals, it was difficult to fill the gap between heaven and earth.

Hei Xi patted his chest and smiled, "Brother, I'm also a body refiner now. I'm strong, and I don't know how much stronger than before."

Ling Sheng just shook his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Go!"

"Go?"

A faint smile came from the forest and said, "No one can leave."

Such a light sound is as light as fallen leaves, but it makes the whole forest quiet.

The mountain wind dares not blow and the leaves dare not shake.

The birds only shrink their wings, and the beasts are silent.

Dead silence.

Ling Sheng took a deep breath, and the platinum sword elixir in his body ran rapidly. The sword spirit circulated the meridians and gathered in his hands. The nine paths gathered together, making the white light of his palm shine, extremely dazzling, almost better than the scorching sun in the sky.

One person came out of the mountains and forests.

This man is only about 40 years old, with a clean face, wearing a cyan gown and an indifferent look.

Ling Sheng did not feel any oppression, but when the person came out, he almost held his breath and did not make a sound.

Xuan Zhenjun!

Ling Sheng has also seen the Taoist immortals of Kongming Xianshan, but he has never seen the means of Xianxuan, so he has not been able to understand the power. In addition, the elder of Kongming Xianshan was also invincible, and Ling Sheng did not feel pressure.

But this person in front of us is an enemy and not a friend.

The previous method was even more amazing. He gathered clouds and fog as his big hand and suppressed Ling Sheng, a swordsman who killed many people, from the sky and almost lost his resistance.

With the right talent and other means as a deterrent, and the two are also enemies and friends, although Ling Sheng's expression is barely calm, he is actually extremely alert.

The real gentleman in the cyan gown glanced at Ling Sheng, stopped his eyes on the monkey, raised his eyebrows and said to himself, "Mountain ghost?"

Ling Sheng took a deep breath, looked at the green man in front of him, and said indifferently, "Let's go!"

This is actually said to the black tin and black monkey behind him.

Qingshan Zhenjun had previously used Taoism to suppress Ling Sheng from a high altitude, but did not release his perception. When he came to the forest, he found that in addition to Ling Sheng, there was also an old man, a mountain ghost. He was puzzled in his heart. When he heard that the young man wanted to let the old man and the monkey leave, he immediately felt funny and said, "This In front of your eyes, no one can escape.

Ling Sheng still hasn't turned his head, but coldly looked at this simple Xuanzhen Jun in a cyan gown.

Hei Xi sighed and said, "Since you can't escape, you won't escape."

A strange color flashed in the monkey's eyes, but he didn't speak.

Ling Sheng said, "Who said he couldn't escape?"

Black tin was stunned.

The green shirt Zhenjun raised his eyebrows, showing a smile.

Ling Sheng said calmly, "Since you dare to come to purgatory prison, it has been unexpected for a long time, and in the face of Xian Xuanzhenjun, it is not unexpected."

Black tin was shocked all over.

Ling Sheng came to purgatory to save him. But Hexi knew that he was captured by a Xianxuan Zhenjun and drove him to this purgatory mountain, not knowing how far it was from Zhongtang Mountain where the sect was located.

Apart from how far this place is from Zhongtang Mountain, it is better to save people in the hands of a Xianxuan Zhenjun, among which is more thrilling than climbing to the sky.

After being captured, Heixi actually lost the idea of getting out of trouble. The truth has already been understood in his heart. Don't say that this purgatory prison is extremely secretive. Outsiders don't know that even if they take a step back, there are really immortals to find this place, and they are afraid that they will not be willing to take risks to save people.

There are hundreds of immortal disciples here, and it is not the turn of Heixi to be rescued. Who would come to Purgatory Mountain to fight against the evil sect for such an old and gloomy ordinary disciple?

However, the slightly thin young man in front of him had already expected the scene in front of him, but he still came to the Purgatory Mountain and came to save people at the expense of being trapped in the tiger's den.

The old man couldn't help trembling slightly and blurred his eyes.

Ling Sheng said, "Let's go!"

The old man gritted his teeth and shook his head and said, "No!"

"Brother." Ling Sheng lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "I came to save you on this trip. If you die, won't I have gone in vain?" If you die in the hands of this person, won't you die unjustly?

Black tin is like being poured by cold water, and his lips tremble, but he can't speak.

At this time, the black monkey summoned the red wolf, turned over and jumped up, brought Black Thera up, turned around and walked away.

The red wolf rose into the sky.

The green shirt Zhenjun smiled, stretched out his hand, and held it from afar.

In the quiet forest, the mountain wind suddenly rose, rolling up the fallen leaves and trees, and went to the red wolf.

Ling Sheng also stretched out his hand and looked at this Xuanzhen Jun from afar.

I saw a flash of white light in the palm of Ling Sheng's hand.

The Xuanzhenjun looked solemn at the moment, and he didn't care about intercepting any more and accepted the means.

The mountain wind suddenly stopped, and countless fallen leaves fell from the sky and fell on the earth.

Ling Sheng dropped a few pieces of wood chips on his head and a few green leaves on his shoulder, but he seemed to be unconscious and expressionless. He stretched out his hand from afar to the Xuanzhenjun.

The mysterious people, even if they don't say a word, also make heaven and earth quiet and make everything low. Even if it has not been done, its sense of oppression is as amazing as a mountain. However, Ling Sheng resisted the pressure with the body of imperial spirit and killed him.

The blue-shirt Zhenjun raised his eyebrows and said, "What a fierce breath."

Ling Sheng did not answer, but his forehead was sweating coldly, and his face looked slightly pale. If you want to lock a Xuanzhenjun with a murderous opportunity, you can consume countless powers of your mind and gods. If Ling Sheng's perseverance is amazing and tenacious, he must have been unable to hold on for a long time, and he will faint under the pressure of pressure.

Qing Shan Zhenjun looked up and said, "I'm a little impressed with the man who fled with the mountain ghost before. He is a disciple of the immortal sect captured by the old monster before Yue. I have been guarding the mountain in Purgatory Mountain for about a year. The old monster who captured him before the month is my opposition, so I still have a little impression.

With that, Qingshan Zhenjun paused slightly and smiled and said, "It seems that the old monster is really uneasy and kind-hearted. Look at me guarding the purgatory prison, I captured a disaster and attracted a guy like you, which made my purgatory mountain out of control. This hand is really vicious."

This sentence was clearly a roundabout to praise Ling Sheng, but Ling Sheng did not dare to relax. He still stretched out his hand and turned his palm to the Xuanzhenjun in front of him. His palms were shining white. It was the nine swords gathered in the palms of his hand and did not appear, forming a deterrent.

Qingshan Zhenjun smiled and said, "You don't have to wait any longer. The disciple of the immortal sect and the mountain ghost must have escaped far enough at such a time."

Ling Sheng was relieved.

In the gap between Ling Sheng's relaxation, the green shirt Zhenjun's hand suddenly waved.

Immediately, the wind suddenly rose, and dozens of towering ancient trees were uprooted, and the dust flew to the sky, making a rolling wind and dust.

Ling Sheng's foothold was unstable and flew backwards, but he had been prepared for a long time, and the nine swords had long been synthesized and stimulated from the palm of his hand.

I saw a white sword spirit that cut through the sky.

Many trees in the forest could not stand the power of the sword and collapsed and turned into endless wood chips.

In the face of this sword spirit from the younger generation, Qingshan Zhenjun did not dare to be careless. His face was solemn. As soon as he waved his hand, there was a wall with a collection of magic power in front of him.

Puff!

The sword spirit instantly penetrates the mana wall effortlessly.

The green shirt Zhenjun frowned, but played another * magic weapon, turning out of thin air, shining red gold, and densely covered with runes.

However, even if it was a mysterious magic weapon, it was passed through by the white sword gas hole and immediately collapsed.

Only after piercing the mana wall and the mysterious magic weapon one after another, most of the sword spirit is eliminated, only the thickness of the arm.

The green shirt Zhenjun frowned and snorted, rolled his sleeve robe, and rolled up the sword spirit again.

However, the sword spirit tore his sleeve robe, reduced it to the thickness of his hair, and passed by in an instant, piercing the heart of this Xuanzhenjun.

Seeing that Xuanzhenjun was pierced by sword gas, Ling Sheng finally took a breath and sweated like rain. He only felt black in front of his eyes, and the loss of his mind was extremely serious. However, he didn't wait for him to relax, but his face changed greatly.

I saw the Xuanzhenjun whose heart had been pierced by the sword spirit. He looked flat, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his chest. He looked at a drop of bright red blood at his fingertips, smiled and praised, "It's really powerful to hurt the Xuan people with the body of imperial spirit."

Qingshan Zhenjun laughed at himself and said, "I have been practicing for more than 100 years, and I have never heard such a terrible thing. Is it because I am too shallow? Or are you really awesome?

Ling Sheng sighed bitterly.

The heart is the key to the human body. Even if the earth fairy breaks the heart, it is definitely difficult to survive. How can there be Su Bai first, and now there is this Xuanzhen king in front of him? It is clear that he was pierced by the sword, but he still doesn't die, but why?

The green shirt Zhenjun flattened the scars on his chest and said lightly, "Your sword spirit is so powerful that it can hurt me. Unfortunately, after a few obstacles from me, only my hair was thick and thin. Even if it was powerful and pierced my heart, it could not kill the Xuan people.

Xuan Zhenjun is active. Even if the heart is damaged, as long as it is not too serious, it can be unimpeded.

Ling Sheng gritted his teeth gently.

"I haven't seen such an outstanding person like you for a long time."

The green shirt Zhenjun sighed, "It's a pity that you and other outstanding people will also died under me."