Chapter 171 Magic Space

The resentful spirit hummed, and his two nostrils suddenly sprayed a breath of decay, and one hand turned up. "Wang, bang, bang" the skin fell straight down. Soon, one hand turned into two white claws, shining with a sharp cold light.

He approached Murong Gui, and his two white claws were caught in the air, and a white bloody fog rushed to Murong Gui's door.

Murong Gui is also an old Jianghu in the end. His Taoism is profound. In the face of his opponent's white bone and evil spirit, he dares not neglect it. He has full internal strength, hugs his chest, and sends him to the situation.

A white fog hit a fireball. The fire went out on the spot, and the white fog turned into the rotten smell of the sky, floating around, making Tang Xiaofeng cough.

"Hmm, hum!" He snorted coldly in his nostrils, pointed to Tang Xiaofeng and said, "Murong Gui, are you really going to fight with me for this little bitch?"

Murong returned to him with a sneer and replied, "I have no choice but to do it."

"Good!" The resentment shouted, and the two white claws danced wildly in the void. White cold light wrapped around his white finger bones. Suddenly, his hands shook, and countless white cold light shrouded his body.

Everyone thought that when he was shocked, countless cold lights would come back to Murong. As a result, the illusion, the white light on the monster's finger was such a strange shock, which not only shocked countless cold lights all over his body, but also strangely suddenly came to Murong Gui's side.

Murong Gui was shocked by this sudden change and broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, his body movements were fast enough. As soon as the resentful figure arrived, he immediately flashed away, and a large purple flame was cut open by his hands and burned into a wall around him.

From a distance, his whole body was burned into a fireman. In fact, the fire was a protective net around him.

Although Liang Qingyun, Tang Xiaofeng and Zhao Zheng are all close generals, it is the first time to see the leader fighting for their lives. Therefore, the three of them each drew their blades to guard the periphery and watched the battle carefully.

In addition to these three, there is also an enthusiastic audience underground. This magical world is really good. You can see the scene of fighting on the ground and hear your dialogue clearly. Of course, some expression details are not clear.

Of course, Duan Fei can't miss such an important competition. Murong Gui is a 100% super first-class master. If he looks around the world, he will not compete with him for a long and short figure, and there will not exceed five. To be precise, there should be only five: Li Bo, the leader of the Li family, and the spoon of the Rick family, There are also three phantoms and whirlwinds each occupying one seat, and the fifth is a master, a crazy emperor.

The two old Murongs came and went with each other and fought for more than ten rounds in a blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, they were evenly matched, which not only surprised the people to watch the battle, but also confused the resentful spirits.

He is an evil soul who has practiced for thousands of years, and he can't beat an old way in the world. How can this be possible?

Not only can't win, but he will soon go down, because Murong Gui doesn't have the patience to play with him. When he touch his hand, the cold chameleon-level sword sticks to the ground.

"Light up your weapon!" Murong Gui said coldly.

The resentment spirit began to retreat. This joke was big, bare-handed, and the two just tied. If weapons were added, Murong Gui obviously had an advantage. What he was holding was a chameleon-level sword, which itself had strong magic and was quite murderous.

Murong Chui retreated again and again. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the dungeon, he encountered a dead end. He suddenly softened his tone and said with a smile, "Xiao Guizi, I just joked with this girl. It's really not easy for you to save the old man from the dungeon today. I'm also tired. Let's go up and have a good rest first and learn about martial arts.

"Light up your weapon!" Murong Gui was not moved at all and said word by word.

"Xiao Guizi, forget it, that's all for today." Murong still smiled, and his tone softened: "I haven't eaten for a long time. Let's make some delicious food first, and then have a good sleep. Let's talk about other things tomorrow, okay?"

Murong Gui looked at him coldly and replied, "Okay, Qingyun, lead the way."

Then, he ordered Zhao Zheng and Tang Xiaofeng, "Stay here until Duan Fei is captured.

"Yes, head."

Zhao Zheng and Tang Xiaofeng stayed outside, and Duan Fei naturally did not dare to act rashly.

Watching Murong Gui and the three of them leave, Duan Fei began to think again. Several situations are now relatively clear: Murong Chui is a fake, and his martial arts skills are not much higher. As far as hegemony in the martial arts is concerned, it is impossible for Murong Gui to expect him to help much. Comprehensive analysis, Murong Gui's rescue him from the magic dungeon is naturally another purpose. What is the old guy looking for?

Duan Fei began to check carefully in the magic dungeon. This is a very open house. The things in the room are clear at a glance. There are hanging skylights on the roof, and there are some items in only one corner. A yellow court classic, a bamboo flute that can't see the smell of decay. In addition, it is a package. Opened, and there are only a few inside. A piece of clothing, Huang Tingjing and bamboo flute are naturally given by the owner of the dungeon, which is nothing more than hoping to resolve the thousand-year resentment in the heart of the resentment. As for the burden, it is difficult to explain the origin of the matter.

Duan Fei began to look at the mysterious skylights on the roof again, floating inexplicably in the air, squinting his eyes and looking at them, thinking that a ghost fire was burning. In addition to these, there was nothing else in the house. Duan Fei knocked on the wall. This thing was really strange. His fingers knocked on the wall without any sound. It felt strange, as if it was empty. Obviously, he saw something, but it was empty. The wall looks blue and black, and seems to be transparent, like magic glass. You can see the outside of the glass. At the top are Tang Xiaofeng and Zhao Zheng. They are responsible for guarding the retreat. Around them is a dark gray mud wall. At their feet, the only opaque attribute is the solid earth floor, no matter which side is the magic. Duan Fei has tried the magic glass wall, but he can't test its thickness at all. He uses power to palm, just like entering a vacuum without even a vibration.

Duan Fei jumped up and sucked the ceiling with a true breath from the palm of his left hand. His right finger scratched the ceiling and actually drew a line. He quickly withdrew his hand, untied the high-simulated white snake tongue grass on his neck, threw it into the corner, and tried it with his finger. This time, the ceiling could not be opened.

A terrible judgment came to my mind: this strange grass is real!

A prediction has been confirmed that the key to opening the magic space is this white flower snake tongue grass that has dried for many years.

Why does this grass have to get its own hands to exert its due effect? Is Duan Fei different from others? Is he the legendary pure yang body?

How did this strange grass come back to itself? Where did the fake white snake tongue grass go? A series of doubts appeared in front of us.

Duan Fei put on strange grass and tried the surrounding walls, which could not be broken at all. This shows that Murong Gui knows this magical space very well. Except for the ceiling, Duan Fei can't escape from other places. As long as Tang Xiaofeng and Zhao Zheng guard the ceiling, Duan Fei can't slip away.

Here, there is no food or drink, and no lack of oxygen has been found for the time being. Fortunately, before he came out, he ate two meals fiercely. He stored enough energy in his body, but the water reserve is obviously insufficient. If he sits quietly and drains, Duan Fei can still persist for 3 months, at most 3 months. Murong must return. More masters will be transferred. Three months later, Duan Fei had to come out and raise his hand to surrender.

Waiting for death, or taking 3 months to make his martial arts rapid progress to reach a level enough to break through, Duan Fei decided to choose the latter. This is a task that is impossible to complete. It took three months to raise his martial arts to a level enough to force Tang Xiaofeng and Zhao Zheng away, unless he can call out Suxi. Now, he begins to be a little suspicious of the wild girl.

Duan Fei retreated to the corner, sat down cross-legged, and casually took the Huangting Sutra in his hand and turned it over. The book was about to be broken. The evil resentment can tear through this kind of scripture, which shows how painful the guy is to stay here. I believe that the sound of that guy's flute must have been quite pleasant. After all, this is his for thousands of years. The only entertainment activity.