Immortal Space

Wang Hong dived all the way to the depths of the stone forest, and the more he went in, the more intense the aura became. I saw several kinds of spiritual fruit trees along the way, and directly sacrificed Feijian to choose one of each, dug out the roots and threw them into the space.

Monkeys are all good at drinking and making wine. The mince wine they brew is also called monkey wine, which is a rare best. These fruit trees are estimated to be used for their wine making.

Wang Hong is currently short of spirit fruit to make wine. There are so many varieties of spirit fruit in front of him, how can he let it go, but unfortunately the space is too small, there is not much room, so he can only choose a small one of each kind.

During the march, he suddenly stopped and quickly dodged behind a boulder.

I saw a black-robed monk coming out from the front, walked to the place where Wang Hong was standing, stopped, and said to Wang Hong's hiding place: "Friend Wang Hong, come out!"

This person is the monk surnamed Ding who escaped before. Wang Hong no longer hid, and walked out from behind the boulder.

He opened his mouth and said, "Ding Dao is friendly and calculated. The purpose of your luring us here is probably to let us help you lure the monkeys away and help you sneak into this place to get the treasure."

"Hahaha! Daoyou Wang is really a smart person, but it's a pity that I know it a little late. I'm still very happy to come here to kill and seize treasures once in a while. I've been envious of you Daoyou Wang's wealth for a long time." The monk surnamed Ding said, step by step Wang Hong forced him.

With the footsteps approaching Wang Hong, the aura on his body climbed steadily at the same time, from the fourth level of Qi training to the fifth level of Qi training, the sixth level of Qi training...it didn't stop until the eighth level of Qi training.

The coercion of the eighth level of Qi training made Wang Hong breathless, and he couldn't even give birth to the heart of resistance. He took a deep breath and guarded himself mentally to resist this negative state. Then he patted several layers of soil armor talismans on his body.

Wang Hong withstood the pressure, let out an angry roar, and raised his spear to kill the monk surnamed Ding.

At a distance of three or four zhang, I saw monk surnamed Ding offering a golden flying sword, which turned out to be a high-grade gold flying sword.

The golden flying sword radiated a dazzling light and slashed at Wang Hong. He hastily raised his gun with both hands to block it, and with a "click", the spear broke in two.

The golden flying sword slashed straight down, and after cutting off the spear, the momentum was much weaker, but it still broke through two layers of earth armor charms before stopping, shaking Wang Hong's chest with a faint pain.

Wang Hong was horrified. If he hadn't been cautious and used a few more layers of soil armor talismans, he would have been a corpse by now.

Throwing the two cut-off spears in his hand towards the opposite side, he took out a stack of talismans and shot at the monk surnamed Ding together.

Cultivator surnamed Ding kicked his foot, and his body quickly floated back two feet like a ghost, easily avoiding the attack of the talisman.

Seeing this, Wang Hong took out another stack of talismans and threw them at the monk surnamed Ding. Then he turned around and ran away, not forgetting to add two layers of soil armor talisman and a divine movement talisman to his body.

Exercising the Wind Control Technique, he exerted his speed to the extreme, and the head-on wind made his face a little painful. The surrounding trees and rocks swept back quickly.

Just when he felt that he had left the opponent far behind, he took the time to turn around and was about to mock him, and when he looked around, his heart turned cold, and he swallowed the words he had prepared.

He found that monk surnamed Ding had been hanging behind him not too far away, with a leisurely expression, as if he still had energy left.

He can't fight now, and he can't run away. There is no other way but to continue to flee desperately, hoping for a turnaround.

The two sides chased and fled for more than three hours, and Wang Hong had already used up seven talismans and drank spirit wine five times.

"Damn it!" Cultivator Ding cursed fiercely. He just saw Wang Hong use another magic talisman, he didn't understand why this kid had so many magic talismans.

A god-moving talisman costs more than a dozen pieces of spirit stones, and whoever goes out will bring so many magic-moving talismans. At the same time, his heart was bleeding, this was his talisman, his spiritual stone was burned, and everything in Wang Hong's storage bag should belong to him. Now it's all wasted by this kid.

It wasn't that he wanted to tease Wang Hong, so he followed slowly. He was suffering and couldn't tell!

He used to kill people to seize treasures, and killed a small casual cultivator in the Qi training period. Get a map with the location of a cave marked on it.

After many investigations, it was learned that in the depths of the spiritual fruit tree, there was a ruins of a cave, at least left by the monks who established the foundation. As for the group of monstrous monkeys guarding outside, he would definitely not be able to deal with them alone.

So he tried to lure other monks to come here. He revealed to the monk surnamed Lei that there is a huge spiritual orchard here, guarded by more than ten monster monkeys.

Then the previous scene happened, everyone lured away the monster monkey for him, and he sneaked into the cave secretly.

It's just a dead ghost in the cave, and it's not safe to live after death. He was tricked by the formation in the cave, and his body suffered some minor injuries, and he needed to recuperate for a few days to recover.

While he was running now, he was dragging the wound in pain like a knife, with blood oozing faintly. The opponent who thought he could solve it with a few moves did not expect to be so slippery.

He has consumed most of his mana now, and his mana is huge in the later stage of Qi training, but it is also very difficult to replenish.

Ordinary spirit wine can only satisfy one's appetite, but it can hardly supplement the consumed spirit energy.

The supply of high-end spirit wine is in short supply, and it is simply not something that can be bought with just a few spirit stones.

Wang Hong fled all the way, did not find an opportunity to escape, but ran to a dead end. Looking at the cliffs around him, unless he can fly, he won't be able to run.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. He used to be a soldier. He walked from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. At critical moments, he never hesitated to fight to the death. Even if he died in battle, he would bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent.

Wang Hong sacrificed a black flying sword, which circled and danced above his head and around his body. This sword is still the mid-grade flying sword seized from Lin Junjie back then. Standing in place, quietly waiting for the other party to approach step by step.

"Yo~ho! Aren't you good at running? Why don't you run away? Obediently hand over the storage bag, and I can spare you. I have a good reputation among the treasure hunters." It's not bad for him to take the initiative to hand over the storage bag, otherwise, if he fights desperately, he will waste a lot of good things.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? If I hand over the storage bag to you, it's not like letting others slaughter me. Don't talk nonsense and let me come here!"

"Okay! I'd like to see how many times you can jump." The monk surnamed Ding said, then he sacrificed the golden flying sword, turned into a golden light, and slashed at Wang Hong.

Wang Hong flew the flying sword into the air to intercept it. At the same time, he rushed forward and threw out a handful of iron thorn seeds.

The two swords intersected in the air, colliding with dazzling light, and then saw the black flying sword flying out backwards.

At this time, the Iron Thorn Seed was already approaching the monk surnamed Ding, and he displayed that ghost-like movement technique again, floating two feet to the side, and dodged it.

The iron thorn seeds missed, and when they fell to the ground, they took root and sprouted, growing into a thorn bush as tall as a person.

The golden flying sword slashed at Wang Hong again, but was entangled by the black flying sword. The black flying sword was cut off again and again, and there were more and more cracks on it, and it might not last long.

Wang Hong took the time to drink a bottle of spiritual wine, and rushed towards the opponent again. At the same time throws a handful of Ironthorn Seeds.

Then there was a strange scene, in the air, Wang Hong's black flying sword was beaten back steadily. On the ground, Wang Hong chased monk Ding and threw iron thorn seeds.

Cultivator surnamed Ding floated two feet away, and shouted: "It's not a waste if you throw it around like this!"

"Even if I waste it all, I can't take advantage of you." He said and threw a handful of iron thorn seeds willfully.

At this time, there was an explosion in the air, and the black flying sword turned into pieces and scattered from the air.

At this time, Jin Jian slashed at Wang Hong again, and Wang Hong took out a flying sword and threw it at Jin Jian again. Fortunately, some of the flying swords captured before were kept undisturbed. The body tried its best to charge towards the opponent again. Randomly throws a handful of Ironthorn Seeds.

Cultivator surnamed Ding saw the iron thorn seeds flying, only then did he realize that his back and left were covered with iron thorn bushes. It turned out that this kid had planned it long ago, and he threw it around seemingly willfully, with the purpose of using iron thorns to restrict his movement.

In a hurry, he could only dodge to the right, and the figure floated to the right in a flash. Who knew that Wang Hong had already predicted that he would move to the right, and hit a handful of iron thorn seeds to his right two feet long before he dodged.

Cultivator surnamed Ding bumped into the iron thorn seeds, and was attached to his body by several seeds, and was soon entangled tightly.

At this time, his flying sword was chopped into pieces again, and the golden flying sword chopped off towards him.

At this time, a small magic weapon appeared in the hands of the monk surnamed Ding, and he was cutting off the thorns wrapped around his body. At most, he could break free from the thorns in one breath. With precautions, it will be difficult to entangle him next time.

Wang Hong gritted his teeth, "Fight it!" He ignored the flying sword that was coming. He took out a large handful of talismans and struck at the monk surnamed Ding who was cutting thorns vigorously.

As soon as he hit the talisman, the flying sword had already slashed his head, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly dodged a few inches to the right.

The golden flying sword broke through three layers of earth armor talismans, but the castration was only slightly reduced. Along the edge of his left ear, cut down to his left shoulder. The collarbone was severed, the shoulder blades were severed, the ribs were severed, and the lung lobes were cut open.

At the same time, a large number of talismans exploded beside the monk surnamed Ding, and the monk surnamed Ding only had time to let out a miserable howl before turning into a pile of ashes.

As soon as the monk surnamed Ding died, the golden flying sword lost control and got stuck on Wang Hong's chest. The left shoulder is separated from the body, the wound is like a gaping bloody mouth, and the left hand hangs weakly below.

He took out a few healing medicines with his right hand and took them, and sprinkled some hemostatic and muscle-building powder on the wound. Then he gently pulled out the golden flying sword stuck in his chest, and as the flying sword was pulled out, blood spurted out for more than a foot. Immediately apply the hemostatic powder again, and press it down hard, and the blood flow gradually stops after a quarter of an hour.

"It's dangerous! The wound is only an inch away from the heart. Why didn't you hide to the left? At least it's not that dangerous."

Fortunately, there was a three-layer earth armor talisman to block it, and he had a small body training and strong body defense, otherwise he would have been chopped in half.

He hastily bandaged the wound, picked up Feijian and the storage bag of monk surnamed Ding, and left in a hurry.