Chapter 26 The Arrival of the Altar

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Xu Le flew with his sword, holding the spiritual stone in his hand, and constantly absorbed the aura stimulated between his palms. This aura is divided into two parts, partly to restore physical strength, and partly integrated into the soul to supplement the consumption of the soul.

Fortunately, he often thought about the skills of swordsmanship during this period. Although he mastered a fur, he was able to win surprisingly.

I turned my head and took a look and finally felt relieved. Lu Feng was completely enraged by himself and had no time to go to Jubaomen and other people. His speed was very fast and he stepped out step by step. After his body offset 90% of the resistance of the air, he could reach 100 meters away.

"Made, sooner or later, you will blow up this old bastard."

Xu Le cursed secretly and flew deeper into the Jedi of Death with his sword. Although he was supported by aura, the imperial sword consumed the power of the soul and Taoistly, and he felt that he could not hold on for fifty breath.

"Xu Le, you little bastard, don't cramp and skin you. I still have a face to live in the world." Lu Feng gradually caught up with him, and his momentum became stronger and stronger, and he vowed not to give up.

Xu Le saw a continuous mountain range in front of him, connected by peaks, and countless ancient trees, strange rocks, poisonous fog, etc. were woven into a primitive world.

"It's better to block it once, whether it's dead or alive than falling into the hands of that old guy."

Xu Le rushed into the mountains, and the soul power was consumed so much that he had to collect the treasure flying sword. In this place of murderous death, a treasure tool does not play much role at all.

click, click.

There was a crisp sound on the ground. Xu Le looked down and stepped on a skeleton. His flesh and blood had decayed, and his body bones were almost weathered.

When I glanced around, there were nearly ten skeletons within a radius of 100 meters, all of which were dead.

Since so many practitioners have died here, they must have hidden a killing array. If you really can't escape, it's better to stimulate this hidden killing array and die with Lu Feng.

Xu Le found a direction and fled with all his strength. The deeper he went, the more bones there were on the ground, and even some bodies that were not completely decomposed. He was frightened all the way to escape. This is indeed the grave place where all sentient beings are buried.

"Ah, help."

There was a scream in front of him. Xu Le's body paused and his eyes suddenly widened. He saw a gray wind blowing through the man, and after the wind, the man only had a complete skeleton.

What kind of wind is so strong that it can even melt flesh and blood with a blow?

Xu Le didn't have time to think about it. He changed his direction and went forward. But the gray wind blew directly towards him like an eye, very fast.

"Damn, let people live, right?"

Xu Le couldn't help cursing. This time, he entered the Death Mountain to rescue Sister Feifei. Unexpectedly, he was in danger one after another, and he was unable to protect himself.

wow——

A dull sound came from the depths of the mountains, which seemed to be magical. Xu Le's scalp was numb, and there was a storm ahead. The power of the wind was so great that many three-height boulders swept up the sky and drifted in mid-air with the wind.

This is exactly where there is no way to heaven and no way down. As soon as Xu Le turned around and ran three steps, he felt that he was involuntarily brought to the sky by a suction. The wind has a strong power of rotation, and each rotation is like a sharp blade cutting once on the body.

Xu Le didn't know how many times he had been cut or how long he drifted, but just hit an elastic object in a daze.

After everything calmed down, Xu Le woke up from his confusion, surrounded by empty flowers. Take a breath, and hundreds of millions of pores all over the body are relaxed.

"What a strong aura." Xu Le only took a few breaths and found the strangeness here. The environment here is incompatible with the Death Mountains, which can be said to be a paradise. There is a strong aura in the air, and the Buddha returned to the era of soul.

Only after inhaling more than a dozen mouthfuls, the injury on the body began to improve significantly, and the nearly exhausted soul power also began to recover.

An hour later, Xu Le returned to his peak state. He didn't continue to practice. This place is full of strangeness, so let's find out first.

"Strange, there is nothing."

Two hours later, Xu Le sat helplessly on the ground, where there were only flowers everywhere. Fortunately, no danger was found here, but it was a good omen. As long as you can continue to retreat here, the cultivation will definitely grow unimpeded.

"Swallow mountains and rivers."

hong hong——

Xu Le punched three thousand punches in one breath, and each punch had 70 power. The momentum is flying, strong and soft, and the fist strength is condensed like a river.

The power of Tunshanquan continues to improve with the growth of power. Although it is a Mahayana skill, the power exerted in different hands is also different. If it is performed by a saint, the essence of enlightenment may not be inferior to that of king-level skills.

Three thousand fists are the limit of Xu Le. Only when the whole body is exhausted, can more aura be absorbed when practicing again. This is the cultivation skill passed on to him by the seventh master before.

No one was disturbed, and there was no ferocious poison attack, and Xu Le practiced quietly alone. His body absorbs aura quickly, and his body transforms into a supernatural physique. Once the physique is different, he can have a little ability to fly in the sea, such as controlling the muscles under the ribs into wings.

There is no concept of time here, and Xu Le doesn't know how long it has been. He only knows that his physique has been strengthened several times, and his combat effectiveness has already reached 73, which is comparable to the master of quenching eight levels. If you use the palm of Zhentian, you can defeat the eight-level peak strong, which is only pure martial arts cultivation.

And his soul duct was finally perfect in the middle stage after absorbing countless aura, and he was only one step away from entering the late stage of concentration. If he exerts on the enemy, he is confident that he can defeat the vast majority of masters. The practice of soul Taoism is a hundred times more difficult than that of martial arts practice. As far as he knows, even some martial arts masters in the Nine Sword Valley have not been able to cultivate the soul Tao to the later realm of meditation.

"Royal Sword."

Xu Le pinched the magic seal, and the sword of the treasure made some simple attack skills under the control of his soul. Sometimes rushing to the sky, sometimes hovering, sometimes rushing, these are the foundation of swordsmanship. When he has mastered enough skills, he can try to practice flying sword moves.

The more the sword moves change, the stronger the power.

Just as he was immersed in the understanding of the imperial sword, there was a loud noise overhead. He quickly withdrew his flying sword and looked up. This independent space was torn apart by a strong force.

An altar-shaped building squeezed in through the cracks, and more than a dozen people sat on the edge of the altar. Those people were all embarrassed, and some of them were even covered in blood and confused.

The corners of Xu Le's mouth twitched and quickly flashed far away. He never thought that he would meet so many martial arts masters here at once

With a loud noise, the earth cracked, emitting a terrible swallowing force from the altar, and the surrounding aura turned into a Taoist rainbow and was swallowed up. Not only that, even the flowers everywhere began to wither, and it seemed that the essence was swallowed up.

Soon, this paradise turned into desolation, withered aura, and a gray fog poured wildly from the cracks.

"Humph, in order to compete for that spiritual fetus, we killed each other. Now, more than a dozen people are trapped here. All the tricks have been tried and can't break through the eternal killing array on the altar. If it goes on like this, the power of the spiritual fetus will only get stronger and stronger, and even we can't escape the fate of becoming mummies.

"It's useless to complain, we can only wait for the rescue of the teacher. However, the altar moved at will under the control of the spiritual fetus, and it was very difficult for the rescuers outside to find him. Why don't we draw lots to decide who can have the baby according to the previous agreement?

"This is the only way at the critical moment of life and death. As long as we control the spiritual fetus and absorb all its energy, one of us will be able to advance to the Holy Land. The Death Mountain prevents the strong men of saints from entering from the outside, but allows saints to go out from here.

"Although it is a good way to draw lots, who knows how long it will take to wait? Our strength has been consumed too seriously. If we hadn't carried some elixir with us, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to hold on long ago.

It's quiet on the altar.

Xu Le was shocked when he heard this. Was Feng Feifei trapped on the altar? He looked around and saw a familiar figure among the fifteen martial arts masters.

The man was wearing a blue shirt, a veiled scarf, and a graceful figure. Although she is a little embarrassed, her body still shows a refined temperament. Xu Le is sure that the woman is the senior sister Feng Feifei she has always admired.

The talented and evil disciple, a 19-year-old martial arts master and a 19-year-old soul master.

Feng Feifei's face was hidden behind the gauze scarf. She sat cross-legated and put a sword on her leg. There were more than 20 gaps in the sword body, which were gloomy and obviously scrapped in the fierce war.

"Oh, there is a junior here."

A martial arts master suddenly saw Xu Le and couldn't help saying in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, the crack in the sky became bigger again, and the hurricane blew in. There are more than a dozen people struggling fiercely in the wind, but they can't get rid of it.

"Another group of unlucky guys."

Xu Le muttered that the situation here is complicated, and he can't think of a way to deal with it for the time being. Anyway, I have found Sister Feifei. If you are not in a hurry, you can temporarily retreat for three points.

The hurricane comes and goes quickly. As soon as the wind disappeared, more than a dozen figures fell from the sky. Most people are still very lucky. Only one is very unlucky. He fell down and crashed into his chest.

"The opportunity has come. As long as someone attacks the spiritual fetus from the outside, we can definitely break free from the shackles of the altar."

"Humph, it's not as easy as you think. The power of the altar comes from the spiritual fetus. If you want to get out of trouble, you have to collect the spiritual fetus first. We fought our lives to get the spiritual fetus and have always been sanctified in one fell swoop. How can we take advantage of those juniors at the last moment?

For a while, more than a dozen martial arts masters began to argue again, and Xu Le saw that there was a square milky white crystal erected in the middle of the altar, and a baby-sized embryo appeared in the middle of the crystal.