Chapter 159 Purple Glass Flying Knife

[Second Update]

A pressure that made this small world tremble gradually spread out on the huge ghost head.

Then the huge ghost head gradually condensed, and a silver flame gradually rose to the ghost head. The huge ghost head was completely shrouded in silver flames. From a distance, it is a huge silver fireball, suspended under the sky.

With the continuous burning of the silver flame, the huge ghost head also began to gradually become smaller. After half an hour, the whole fireball has become only a small and a half as big as before.

At this time, the ghost head in the original silver flame was also re-contasized into a strong ghost fog, constantly rolling in the package of this hot silver flame.

After a long time, until the silver fireball became the size of an ordinary house, the silver flame gradually dissipated. It showed a large cloud of ghost fog that was still surging inside.

At this time, the voice of the previous mysterious girl suddenly sounded between heaven and earth: "Yuanxu Shenyu, nine ghosts. God is mysterious, and it is intended to be a split.

As soon as the girl's voice fell, in the thick ghost fog that was still surging, a faint white shadow immediately shot out. As soon as this white shadow appeared, it disappeared in the distant sky in an instant.

Then, in the thick ghost fog, some low-level ghosts gradually condensed out. As soon as these ghosts showed their ferocious bodies, they immediately spread their teeth and claws and slowly flew in the direction of the previous six people.

And the ghost fog that condenses and produces ghosts does not dissipate at all, and still constantly condenses and produces a large number of ghosts.

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Somewhere on a gray-yellow plain with no grass, there were two warm monk bodies lying at this time.

These two bodies are nearly a hundred feet around, and they are all in a mess at this time. Obviously, there was a fierce battle before the fall.

At this time, the two inconspicuous escapes gradually flew towards this place in a certain direction in the sky.

The two escapes flew close, and the two bodies were found here. After a meal, he landed here.

The light dissipated, and the figures of two young men appeared. A man in a blue shirt with snow-white hair, isn't it Xiao Heng or who?

The other person is dressed in spotless white, and even the waist seal is also a white jade waist seal. Almost anyone who sees this young man will see a dusty temperament in him. This person is Fang Huayu.

The two discussed before, but they had no choice but to escape from here. The transmission array was obviously a one-way transmission array. If they wanted to go out, they had to find a way in it.

Therefore, Xiao Heng and Fang Huayu were the imperial envoys and bumped blindly all the way, hoping to find some useful clues.

After looking for a long time, I finally saw the bodies of two fallen monks.

After Fang Huayu landed, he took a look at the two bodies and immediately said to Xiao Heng, "These are actually two Yuanjing monks."

Xiao Heng looked around, and a trace of solemnity gradually appeared in his vicissitudes of life. He said, "The traces of fighting around him are obvious. It is estimated that the opponent is also a strong man, and there are many people. Depending on the situation, those people should have only left for a short time. The blood has not completely condensed yet.

When Fang Huayu heard the words, he nodded silently and sighed, "Let's go. Be careful. This is equivalent to a hunting ground. Hunters and prey. It depends on your strength."

After that, just as he wanted to sacrifice the escape light and fly away again, even when he saw Xiao Heng, he sighed helplessly. Fang Huayu looked at Xiao Heng in surprise and asked, "Xiao Daoyou, what's wrong?" However, as soon as the voice almost fell, his face immediately changed, and he quickly turned his head and looked at the right mid-air.

Xiao Heng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, it's late. A group of monks have found us. One of them is a strong man in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty.

Fang Huayu's eyes condensed when he heard the words. He immediately took out a yellow gourd with a seal from his hand and held it in his hand, and then looked up at the sky in the distance again.

However, Xiao Heng was possessed by the Venerable of Heavenly Poison at this time. Generally, the monks in Yuanjing really didn't pay attention to it. So he didn't make any preparations, just stood in place with a helpless face.

"Hahaha, I just intercepted a monk and got a spiritual weapon. Now it hasn't arrived for half an hour, and I actually met two big fat sheep." The four powerful escaping lights were approaching rapidly towards this side, and one of the breathless escaping lights laughed and said to Xiao Heng and Fang Huayu.

"I met four fat sheep soon after I came in. It seems that I'm also lucky." The cold light in Xiao Heng's eyes flashed, looking at the four monks in black flowing cloud robes floating in mid-air not far away.

One of the middle-aged strong men heard the words, pulled the corners of his mouth, and actually cracked his mouth and laughed. After a while, the laughter suddenly stopped, and his voice instantly became cold and said to Xiao Heng, "I have killed so many monks, and those who dare to talk back are only one or two monks with more than Yuanjing. What are you? In the early stage of Xuanjing, a stinky boy with a dry smell dared to talk back to me? Humph, I don't know whether to live or die.

After the strong man finished speaking, he immediately waved his sleeve robe, and a small purple flying knife burst out in front of him in an instant, and stabbed Xiao Hengfei, who was staring at this side indifferently.

The speed of the flying knife is extremely fast, two hundred feet away, almost instantaneous. However, at the moment before he was about to kill Xiao Heng's neck, he was suddenly caught by two white jade-like fingers.

And at the moment when this flying knife was clamped by Xiao Heng with two fingers, a strong fire spirit immediately emitted from the flying knife.

"Well, Xiao Daoyou, be careful. This is a magic knife made from purple thunder." As soon as Fang Huayu smelled the smell, he immediately changed his color and said to Xiao Heng in a hurry.

Xiao Heng's face remained unchanged, just as the rune highlighted on the purple flying knife gradually emitted a little fire. Xiao Heng held the right hand of this small flying knife, and an ink-like flame rose in an instant. A moment later, the flame dissipated, and there was a pile of purple powder in Xiao Heng's palm, which was the powder of purple thunder.

Fang Huayu saw this and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

This purple nitrate flying knife is a disposable knife made from a rare purple lightning nitrate. The box of purple saltpeter shock thunder needles with Xiao Heng is a kind of magic weapon. However, the power of this flying knife is much greater than that of the thin purple gunpowder needle. Its power is enough to threaten the monks in the later period of the mysterious realm.

"Huh? Kunli spiritual fire? Are you poisoned?" As soon as the strong man saw this scene, his face immediately became solemn. Previously, there was nothing special about Xiao Heng's body, thinking that only Fang Huayu beside him was a little threatening. Who knows that this seemingly inconspicuous monk in the early stage of the mysterious realm turned out to be a poisonous monk of Kunli Linghuo who has this kind of genius poison cultivation.

I have to say that this strong man's vision and insight are also very strong. The general poison cultivation will exude a unique breath of poison cultivation, but Xiao Heng does not. Either it is not poison cultivation, or the poison skill of cultivation is a mysterious high-level poison skill. At this time, what ignited in Xiao Heng's hand was the sign of genius poison cultivation, turning into a pure fire. At this time, the strong man began to look at Xiao Heng positively.

"No wonder, you, a monk in the early stage of the mysterious world, dared to enter here. It turned out to be a hidden poisonous cultivation." The strong man looked at Xiao Heng's leisurely walking appearance and said hesitantly.

At this time, the three people around him in the early stage of the Yuanjing have also begun to gradually become dignified. If they meet Xiao Heng in other places, they may have killed Xiao Heng without hesitation. But in this case, being poisoned is equivalent to being sentenced to death. If you can't detoxify, you can't wait to go back to the sect.

Not to mention whether they can go back or not, the countless Yuanjing monks who come in this secret world are enough to make them die ten times.

"Gun over your universe ring, and I can let you go." Xiao Heng looked at the strong man in purple not far away with great interest, paced back and forth leisurely, and said with a sneer. A wisp of imperceptible black gas was quickly getting underground at Xiao Heng's feet. Every time he paced, a wisp of poison was instantly knocked into the ground by Xiao Heng.

When the strong man heard the words, he just wanted to get angry, but he suddenly found that Xiao Heng's eyes were not like the eyes of a monk who had only practiced for hundreds of years. This kind of eyes that look as deep as water, as if they have experienced the vicissitudes of life. He can only see it in the portrait of an "old monster" in his sect. Moreover, there is no far-reaching vision of the teenager in front of him.

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