The Immortal Spiritual Picture

After Nan Gu's Nascent Soul was killed by Gu Changhuan, the rich spiritual energy spread out and was quickly absorbed by the Blood Prison.

Seeing that Gu Changhuan had killed Nan Gu so quickly and easily, the regret in Nie Shen's heart was even wider than the blood mist.

But for Zong Hanshuang, there was more sadness and anger.

After he advanced to the late stage of fusion, Nan Gu gave him a lot of guidance. After he advanced to the Mahayana stage, he gave him a lot of his own cultivation resources. For a cultivator with a weak family relationship, he and Nan Gu were already close.

So now seeing Nan Gu fall, he couldn't help but rush out of the encirclement of many ferocious beasts and attack Gu Changhuan!

Gu Changhuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he noticed Zong Hanshuang's move, but he was not afraid to meet him.

In the sword light and shadow, Zong Hanshuang soon realized that he was no match for Gu Changhuan.

Even because of the excessive losses he had suffered before, although he was also a Mahayana cultivator, he could only flee in panic under Gu Changhuan, and he didn't even have the ability to barely cope with it.

His proud frost and snow technique was nothing compared to Gu Changhuan's defense. Even if Gu Changhuan didn't use the golden bell defense, his frost and snow couldn't cut or freeze Gu Changhuan's body at all.

As expected of a person who practiced both Dharma and body, he was so strong.

If it were normal times, he might still be in a mood to praise and sigh, but now Gu Changhuan was his enemy, and no one would want their enemy to be strong, because the stronger the enemy, the more dangerous they would be.

And just as Zong Hanshuang was retreating step by step, Nie Shen was already sweating profusely.

Although the beauty-faced centipede he summoned helped him share some of the pressure, the pressure of Nan Gu being killed so easily was not small.

To be honest, even if Nan Gu's cultivation ability is not as good as his, it is not much worse, and if they were in the opposite position, he would definitely not be able to kill Nan Gu so easily.

Even Nie Shen couldn't help but imagine, if it was him who faced Gu Changhuan's thunder attack, would he be able to resist it?

The result is obvious that he couldn't.

Even though they were far apart, Nie Shen could feel how terrifying the thunder that Gu Changhuan used was, and not just the thunder ball. Later, the Golden Bell Technique that Gu Changhuan used also made Nie Shen very afraid.

He didn't expect that this Golden Bell Secret Technique could not only defend, but also be used to trap the enemy.

Seeing that Zong Hanshuang couldn't resist Gu Changhuan for long, Nie Shen felt a deep panic and the threat of death.

And just when he was thinking about whether there was any way to save himself, Zong Hanshuang on the other side was already at the end of his strength.

His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his clothes were covered with blood. It was obviously caused by his own injuries. His body was not one-tenth as strong as Gu Changhuan's. He could hardly withstand Gu Changhuan's fist and thunder. However, he had been fighting with Gu Changhuan for less than half an hour, and he had fallen to this point. It was foreseeable that he would not be able to hold on for much longer.

If he died here today, the foundation of Chenggu Mountain would probably be ruined.

No, not just Chenggu Mountain.

Zong Hanshuang half-knelt in the air, took a look at the direction of Nie Shen, and then took the last bottle of spiritual milk. With the coolness flowing into his throat, a large amount of spiritual energy flowed into his meridians and Dantian and was quickly transformed into true essence, allowing him to barely stand up.

Today, Fellow Daoist Nie Shen was also here. I am afraid that when I die, Fellow Daoist Nie Shen will not be able to escape.

And there are only three Mahayana cultivators in the Bone Clan. If they all die here, the Bone Clan will definitely cease to exist.

Thinking of this, Zong Hanshuang suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Changhuan in the distance.

It was going to be a death anyway, so it was better to die more meaningfully. If he could risk his life to exchange a glimmer of life for fellow Daoist Nie Shen, he might be able to save the entire Bone Clan.

But Gu Changhuan was too skilled. If he directly sent a message to Nie Shen, he would definitely be exposed. It seemed that he could only say it in a more tactful way.

Zong Hanshuang thought so and sent a message to Nie Shen, using a language rarely used by the Bone Clan:

"Fellow Daoist Nie Shen, be careful. This human Mahayana named Gu is too powerful. Our life and death are just a matter of a thought."

Nie Shen, who was in a fierce battle, frowned when he heard the words. He did not immediately understand what he meant, but he also knew that Zong Hanshuang would not say anything meaningless at this time. He just waited for a while to support Zong Hanshuang.

Although Gu Changhuan detected Zong Hanshuang's message, he did not understand what he said. He thought they had some tricks to play, and he was more defensive in his heart.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zong Hanshuang, whose face finally showed a trace of blood, rushed straight towards Gu Changhuan.

Zong Hanshuang was good at frost arts, which Gu Changhuan had already deeply understood from the previous battle, but unfortunately, no matter the frost freezing cast by Zong Hanshuang or the frost and snow ice monsters summoned, they were not Gu Changhuan's opponents.

Now Zong Hanshuang used the same trick again. Although Gu Changhuan's face did not change, he was on guard in his heart. He always felt that Zong Hanshuang would take out some talisman or innate spiritual treasure or even the fragments of Xuantian spiritual treasure and slash at him in the next moment.

Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan's golden bell condensed instantly, but he didn't expect that he suddenly noticed a special fluctuation of true energy in the next moment.

That was...

Gu Changhuan paused for a moment, and after reacting, he immediately shouted:

"Be careful to defend!"

Almost at the same time, a sky-high explosion accompanied by a turbulent spiritual energy fluctuation sounded in the blood prison.

Faced with such a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy, Gu Changhuan almost subconsciously further strengthened the defense of the golden bell and the protective spiritual light around him.

Although Hua Wu and others did not realize what was happening, they still strengthened their defense after hearing Gu Changhuan's words.

The ice shield outside Hua Wu's fishing silk instantly condensed, like an iceberg, protecting Hua Wu and Chen Ye, and Chen Ye did not hesitate to take out his few ninth-level spiritual talismans to activate.

Nie Shen suddenly opened his eyes as if he realized something, and controlled the beauty-faced centipede beside him to surround himself for defense.

Then, a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy came.

Gu Changhuan, who was closest, felt as if someone had hit him with a huge sledgehammer through a layer of sponge. He was repelled by a huge force and flew back a thousand meters before he could barely stabilize his body.

Although the other three were a little far away, they also suffered some backlash, but fortunately, with Gu Changhuan's reminder, they were not seriously injured.

The overwhelming spiritual energy fluctuations had not yet dissipated, but Nie Shen went to investigate with his spiritual sense despite the violent spiritual energy fluctuations. He found that even Han Shuang's self-destruction could not seriously injure Gu Changhuan at all. His heart sank to the bottom.