Chapter 130 The Book of Changsheng

The eighteen pillars of the Immorth Heaven are his original magic weapon. Each of them is a top-quality magic weapon, and the 18 arrays can exert the power of spiritual weapons.

Spiritual weapons are weapons with souls, comparable to spiritual practitioners. There were doubts before, but now when he saw these 18 pillars, Xu Le was suddenly shocked.

Wuzu and Changshengtian are both characters 100,000 years ago and are qualified to smash the vacuum. Their Taoism will fight for blood even if the Holy Land Cultivation of Immortals knows about it.

The 18 people locked on the eighteen pillars are all saints. Their blood is slowly swallowed up by those long needles, the spirit in their bodies is constantly losing, and the breath of life is getting weaker and weaker.

And there was a small altar in the center of the 18th Pillar Array. The black-robed man who sneaked Xu Le stood there and looked at him resentfully. His right arm had disappeared, and his black robe also decomposed into countless pieces, revealing the skull-like face.

"Are you from the Devil's Gate?"

Although they are locked by Tianzhu, the magic spirit on their bodies is extremely clear and is by no means what righteous people should have.

"You can see clearly, you can see that we are all saints of the magic gate. As long as you can save us, 18 of us will join hands to wash your marrow and cut hair, enlighten you, and make your cultivation rapid progress."

"Yes, yes, once we get out, we will give you half of all the treasures and promise you three things at the same time. As long as we can do it, you can make any request.

"Not only that, we can also teach you the most powerful skills in the magic door, so that you can practice many secret methods."

The eighteen magic gate saints seemed to burn a glimmer of hope and opened up rich rewards.

"Don't you know that I am a disciple of Xianmen, who has been at the same time since ancient times. Even if I can save you, I won't help you. The blood of the Eighteen Saints is a good thing. Everything in you die is mine. I really can't think of any reasonable reason to persuade me to save you.

"Damn boy, you are so vicious that you want to slaughter saints. You should know that once you are entangled in cause and effect, you will become a demon when you hit the holy realm and be punished by heaven.

"That's right, we are all saints and darlings of heaven, and you are mortals, and the slaughter of mortals will be contaminated with retribution. The ghost show that sneaked on you has been seriously injured. As long as you kill him, you can release us with the help of the altar. As long as you are willing to save us, I can recognize you as the Lord and be loyal.

"If you don't believe us, we can make the most vicious oath in front of you. As long as you kill him, you can also make any request to us.

Xu Le looked at the ghost show on the altar. This man was only 20 years old, but his means and mind were quite powerful, and he could plot 18 demon saints.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

His mouth was still so hard that Xu Le sneered a few times. He didn't say much and observed around the eighteen pillars. After the 18 columns are arranged, the interior becomes a space of its own. Not to mention saving them, even if you accidentally touch the big array, you will be attacked by the big array.

"No, the performance of the ghost show is too calm." Xu Le stopped and carefully sensed his physical condition. Sure enough, he found that a trace of imperceptible alien energy penetrated into his body. It merges with internal breath and is compatible with other heterogeneous energies in the energy channel.

He quickly urged the fire elf to swim around the body and burn all the penetrating alien energy. After his own feeling, he did not feel uncomfortable, so he was relieved.

"Ji Jie Jie..."

The ghost show on the altar suddenly laughed loudly. His eyes were full of viciousness, and he looked at Xu Le like a hungry white-eyed wolf king.

"Ignorant bastards, you also want to fight with me. If I hadn't been seriously injured, causing the Holy Body to be damaged and the realm to decline, I would have stabbed you to death with one finger. Now you urge your internal breath to see if you feel very stagnant.

Xu Le's face changed, and he said in a low voice, "Have you poisoned?"

"It seems that you are very smart. This is a strange poison in the world that my father spent countless wealth to refine and specially encroach on the vitality of saints. As long as you take a sip, even a giant elephant will turn into a grasshopper. Unfortunately, the last strange poison is actually used on your bastard.

"Are these 18 demon gate saints also suffering from this bad luck?"

Xu Le sighed pitifully. Fortunately, he had three flavors of real fire and fire spirits in the source of his power, which happened to be such a poisonous nemesis, otherwise he would have been silently plotted by him.

"Hahaha, that's a good guess. [ The Book of Long Life is suppressed under the eighteen heavenly pillars. If you want to get it, you need the sacrifices of eighteen saints. It took me many years to deceive them. Don't blame me for being vicious, blame them for being too greedy. Well, why don't you fall down?

"It's just a little poison." Xu Le patted the still sleeping hair on his shoulder, listened to it hum a few unpleasantly and half squinted his eyes. Suddenly, the light flashed, jumped into the big array, and then... Then he plucked his buttocks and flew the ghost show out of the array in the shocked eyes of everyone, just falling at Xu Le's feet.

Ghost Xiu was originally a saint, but unfortunately, he also paid a tragic price to calculate the eighteen saints, which was the damage of the Eucharist and the decline of the realm. Now another arm to use the secret technique of life-saving is even more injury, which is not Xu Le's opponent at all.

He screamed and was about to escape, but he clicked and his legs were trampled off. With another crack, he was slapped out. After he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, he found that the Mijie on his finger had fallen into Xu Le's hand. Just as he was about to struggle, suddenly a chill rose from the spine.

Turning his head, he saw a ferocious ancient alien staring at him with red light, and the blood-red long-tailed hook seemed to hook away his soul at any time.

"blood swordsmanship, blood swordsmanship, blood palm, grace, and blood wheel magic skills. This blood wheel magic skill is the town skill of the blood magic gate, which is one of the eight magic gates, which is supreme. Unfortunately, there is only one volume of the blood wheel magic skill in your hand. Ghost Show, are you a disciple of the Blood Demon Family?

Xu Le took out the blood wheel magic skill and doubled it slightly and shook his head gently. An incomplete heavenly skill is not even as powerful as the emperor-level skill. If there is a mistake in the later practice, it may go crazy.

He put away the blood wheel magic power, and then found that there were spiritual stones, elixirs, various strange and rare ores, and five powerful machine beasts in the Mijiezi.

"When luck comes, I can't stop it."

Xu Le laughed. He put away Mi Jiezi and looked at the hair. This so-called 18 pillars can trap 18 saints, but it can't trap a pig. The little pig did not know what he had done. He jumped up and down the altar, and the eighteen pillars around him spewed out golden runes, like a heavenly woman scattering flowers, constantly falling on the altar and being absorbed and disappearing.

As the golden runes sprayed more and more, the power of the 18 pillars began to gradually weaken, and the light of the charm slowly faded. The 18 saints struggled more and more fiercely, and the long needles on their limbs tended to loosen and fall off.

"Kid, if you don't stop the pig, when the eighteen demon gate saints get out of trouble, they will definitely tear you up."

As soon as Xu Le's soul moved, he saw the back hook of the worm king stabbing suddenly. The ghost screamed, his eyes almost protruded out, and a black gas spread from his head to his whole body.

Bang——

A pillar collapsed, and all the charms exploded, decomposed into thousands of golden runes, and then were suddenly swallowed up by the altar.

The escaped saint was about to rush out to kill Xu Le, but before his magic palm was hit, Xu Le frowned a little, and the empty sword wave attacked and killed him.

This is a soul attack, an extremely dangerous fight, which is often a fatal move.

With a plop, an unstoppable demon saint fell to the ground like a dead dog.

"The strength of the soul is '34', the early stage of quenching the divine realm."

The second pillar also collapsed, and the trapped demon gate saint was scared to rush directly to the palace gate when he saw the first silent death.

A severely damaged saint is the meat on his mouth. How could Xu Le let him escape? He blocked him with a flash, and his palms attacked repeatedly. He saw the palms bombarding the other party, defeating his hard-won vitality again, and mercilessly flying it to the side of the Bug King.

The third and the fourth pillar collapsed almost at the same time. This time, they all learned not to attack or escape, but confronted Xu Le from afar.

The 18 pillars left by the immortal sky were cracked by the little pig jumping up and down a few times. Those trapped demon gate saints were saved one after another, and 16 of them gathered together in silence.

They are not afraid of Xu Le, but of the rebellious pig.

The whole altar absorbed the charm power of the eighteen heavenly pillars, burst out a strong dazzling light, and finally turned into a crystal clear scripture. The three words of the Long Life Sutra are like life, sometimes turning into dragons, sometimes turning into tigers, and sometimes turning into cranes. Twisting is like swimming in the real world and in another space.

The space around the scriptures is extremely distorted, forming a dark area, just like digging out a piece of the real world, and the two belong to different spaces.

"The Imson Sutra!"

Xu Le couldn't help but be stunned. Although he got the inheritance of the kings, he was depressed that he had not been able to practice, because his strength was too low to understand the inheritance of the kings.

There was a heavy gasp in the palace. Even the desperate ghost was looking at it, his throat kept moving, and the blood on his forehead burst out.

"Maomao, can you collect it?"

Xu Le just wanted to take advantage of something, and suddenly the whole palace trembled violently. A finger poked the sky and broke the top of the palace and attacked the Long Life Sutra.