Chapter 31 Vampire Demon Vine

I don't know whether it was cleaned up or automatically retreated. Xia Houtian and Bing Ying came and never encountered any obstacles, and soon reached the poisonous sky cliff.

Countless monsters and poisons circled in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, as if the doomsday was coming. On the ground, groups of monsters and poisons were facing each other, and the war was imminent.

Such a scene makes Xia Houtian feel how weak he is, but he is more curious. He has a little fear and an imperceptible expectation for what will happen next.

The appearance of Xia Houtian and Bing Ying made the three people led by Brother Wang breathe a sigh of relief, and the heart hanging in their hearts finally fell.

However, Wu Yuan and the brocade man look different. The only thing that is the same is the hostility hidden in the depths of his heart and an unspeakable thought.

The giant iron-backed golden dragonfly felt a trace of familiar breath on Xia Houtian, but the situation was tense, so it was inevitable that the three-eyed leopard had the opportunity to take advantage of it, but still did not pay too much attention, just waited until the matter was over, and then consider it.

Different from the gathering of monster poisons, immortals are in groups of three or five, and they are wary of each other. Even the brothers of the same sect can't help but fight.

Xia Houtian and Bingying stopped on the outside, and the magic weapon was protected beside him. Xia Houtian also secretly put down the eight yin and yang array flags for protection.

At midnight, a light went straight to the sky and broke through the spiritual barrier in an instant. The dazzling light emanated. Everyone couldn't help closing their eyes, even the monsters were no exception.

All the people present were surprised. No matter how hard they tried, no matter how hard they tried, even if they released their consciousness, they just felt a white light and could not see the situation clearly.

However, there is one thing they know, that is, the treasure of monsters and poisons should be about to mature. Such a earth-shaking thing is by no means comparable to ordinary things.

In a magnificent palace, a man dressed in emperor's clothes showed a surprised face, and his figure flashed to Qianfeng Mountain.

This is a world of flame. In the center of the flame, it is faintly distinguishable that an old man is sitting cross-by-sided, and his eyelids are suddenly beating, as if it is very painful. After half a sound, his eyelids are slowly raised, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

In the towering peaks, the tall mountain gate, the quaint hall, in the underground palace of His Highness, a middle-aged man was surprised and said, "The spiritual treasure of heaven and earth?" Seeing no action, his figure slowly blurred and finally disappeared into the underground palace. If Xia Houtian was here, he would definitely be very surprised, because above the underground palace was the Qingyun Hall.

Different immortals come out at the same time, and the direction is the Qianfeng Mountain, where the thousand-blooded spiritual realm is located.

Just as the wind and clouds were surging in the outside world, there was also a hidden murder under the poisonous cliff. The dazzling light lasted for half an hour and finally faded slowly.

Xia Houtian opened his eyes, and a giant vine rose to the sky. Countless branches and leaves grew on the side. In the dark night, it emitted bursts of green light. On the top of the giant vine, a brown gourd was faintly visible. The gourd seemed to have a strong suction. The aura of heaven and earth poured into it desperately, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, and even the whole spiritual realm. The aura is also reduced.

Xia Houtian has never felt that the aura is so thin, and even the body protection method is much dim, as if it will disappear at any time.

Suddenly, countless vines gushed out of the ground, attacking all the creatures present crazily, and the sound of howling suddenly sounded in the spiritual realm.

Xia Houtian's mouth was wide open, his eyebrows were raised, and his breathing was short. He seemed to be very surprised. Looking along his eyes, he saw the vines invade the brain of an immortal practitioner. The immortal practitioner was slowly sucked into a mummified corpse, and the death was very horrible.

"Vampire vine?" A name came to Xia Houtian's mind, but then he denied it. As far as he knew, the vampire vine grew in the dark and died in the light. Unlike what he saw, it was an indisputable fact that the giant vine was absorbing sperm and blood.

Xiahou's magic weapons are all sacrificed, and the blue, white and blue lights continue to flash, cutting off the incoming vines, but the vines seem to be endless. If you cut off one, several will follow.

With the supplement of huge blood, the giant vine emits a faint red light, and the brown gourd absorbs aura faster.

With the attack of vines, more and more monsters, poisons and immortals have died, and the remaining people are also tired. Obviously, they will not support them for long.

Xia Houtian knew that if it went on like this, what was waiting for him was a way to destroy it. There was not much true energy gathered in his throat and shouted, "If everyone fights separately, no one can go out alive."

"What do you think we should do?"

"Yes, as long as you can live, you can say anything."

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Countless voices echoed. Under the threat of death, Xia Houtian's words were like a life-saving straw, holding them tightly, as if helpless children were seeking a trace of comfort.

"Everyone leans closer to me and form a circle. Those who have spare strength can resist the attack first. Those who are exhausted enter the inner circle to rest and rotate."

Maybe they felt that the method mentioned by Xia Houtian was feasible, or the danger of the vines had made it too late to distinguish, and countless people began to pour to the place where Xia Houtian was.

Ju Teng seemed to know that he could not let them concentrate, and the attack became more and more fierce. In the end, he could feel that there were only a dozen people in the place where Xia Houtian was, and half of them died on the way forward.

So many people died in front of Xia Houtian, so that he, who thought he had adapted to the cruelty of immortal cultivation, couldn't help but feel weak.

Bingying is not much better than Xia Houtian, but looking at Xia Houtian's expression, Bingying thought she should do something and said, "Brother Tian, don't do this. I'm very worried, you know?"

Bingying's words made Xia Houtian seem to be in a warm ocean, as if all the dangers had disappeared, only him and Bingying.

Xia Houtian grabbed Bingying's jade hand and did not say anything, but from Zhong Bingying could feel that a sharp change was taking place in Xia Houtian. On the day when the shawl became a butterfly, a brand-new Xia Houtian would appear in front of her.

Relying on everyone's concerted efforts and Xia Houtian's reasonable layout, Ju Teng's offensive slowed down, and the rest of the people were finally relieved and thanked Xia Houtian very much.

While Xia Houtian was resting, the man in brocade clothes came to him and said, "You are Xia Houtian's younger brother. My name is Zhang Ming. I practice in Baisongfeng. Thank you very much for this time."

Zhang Ming, an official disciple of Qingyun School, practiced ten levels of cultivation. He is a person who is good and evil. He acts frankly and acts according to his own preferences and has an extreme personality.

Seeing this, Xia Houtian was slightly stunned. He didn't know what this person meant, but he still replied, "Brother Zhang doesn't have to be like this. We should help each other in the same family."

Zhang Ming also knew that he had been hostile to Xia Houtian before. Seeing that Xia Houtian still said so, he suddenly felt a good impression and said, "There were many offenses before. Please forgive me."

"Brother Zhang, you don't have to do this. I don't care what's offensive or nothing."

After chatting, Zhang Ming felt that Xia Houtian was not a robber as Yunhai said. He couldn't help asking, "I don't know where my brother got the Qingsong Sword?"

I don't understand why Zhang Ming asked about this, but he still replied, "This is the result of the ring test."

Xia Houtian told the whole story. Zhang Ming listened and looked regretful. His eyes were angry, his eyebrows were clenched, his fists clenched, and his five fingers made a crisp sound.

Zhang Ming's situation scared Xia Houtian and said, "Why is Brother Zhang like this? I don't know what I said wrong?"

Zhang Ming came to his senses and took Xia Houtian's hand and said, "Brother, I'm sorry for your brother. I almost made a big mistake."

Zhang Ming's words made Xia Houtian a little confused. I don't know why Zhang Ming said so. Although he was a little hostile, it's not that he hasn't done it yet. What's wrong?

Xia Houtian asked again and again, but Zhang Ming kept silent. He just told Xia Houtian to be careful of the sea of clouds, and then walked away immediately.

It turned out that Yunhai was bad behind his back. Xia Houtian kept it in his heart and thought about it later. However, what he didn't understand was why Yunhai calculated on him again and again. Just such a little thing should not make Yunhai so angry that he had to kill him.

At this time, Wu Yuan was even more resentful of Xia Houtian. The original scattered Immortal Cultivators were actually organized by him, which made Wu Yuan unacceptable, but the giant Teng threat had not been eliminated. At this moment, he could only be patient, otherwise he would be attacked by the group.

The three men in yellow robes are also quite extraordinary. A set of three-color apertures makes it very smooth. Although they look quite tired, they protect themselves from dripping. Obviously, they have been immersed in this set of combination magic weapons for many years.

In fact, this set of three-color apertures is called the Three God Circle. It is made of deep-sea black iron. The main attack of the King of the Red Encircle, the main guard of the God Circle, and the main assistant of the mountain god circle. It is the magic weapon valued by the Lord of the three people when they entered the temple and gave them in person. It is extremely powerful. This is also the reason why these three people were selected to protect Bingying.

Although it temporarily blocked Juteng's attack, it is not a way to go on like this. Xia Houtian is anxious and doesn't know what to do next?

Qianfeng Mountain, thousands of blood spirits abroad

"Old ghost, why are you willing to come out? Why don't you stay in your ghost house and wander around here?" A man in an imperial suit said to an old man in a black robe.

After listening to this, the old man in black robe snorted coldly, and a gloomy atmosphere gushed out and attacked the emperor's man. The emperor's man smiled slightly, and a magnificent atmosphere came out. With a "bang", a big hole was blown between the two.

Under the collision of momentum, the old man in black robe shook slightly, his face turned red in an instant, and he stopped talking, but looking at the expression, he was obviously suffering a secret loss. However, the man in the imperial suit was calm. Seeing that the old ghost's momentum was collected, he no longer did it, and the momentum slowly dissipated.

It can be seen that the other six people also saw the judgment. The old man in a blue and white robe said, "Emperor, old ghost, put down your kindness and resentment first. We gathered here. It should all come here. You might as well talk about it."

"Smelly Taoist priest, don't be full of benevolence and morality. Isn't it just for the spiritual treasure in the spiritual realm? Why pretend to be like this? I really don't like you decent people." A beautiful woman said, holding a bronze mirror in her left hand, an eyebrow pencil in her right hand, and drawing her eyebrows thinly, like a dusty woman.

Being ridiculed, the old man was not angry. He just stopped talking and brushed his beard, but a bald man said, "Mrs. Cui, don't draw anymore. Who doesn't know that you are hundreds of years old. It's really disgusting to draw around."

Cui Niangzi quit. Her hand shook, and the eyebrow pencil shot out, pointing straight to the eyebrows of the bald man. The big man laughed, raised his fist and was bombed, smashing the eyebrow pencil.

"Okay, you have no conscience. I'm fighting with you."

Mrs. Cui just had an attack, but there were waves in the spiritual realm again, and the eyes of the eight people were once again attracted by the vision in the air.

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