The Immortal Spiritual Picture

After so many years of cultivation, it was the first time that Nie Shen felt so desperate.

Even the self-explosion of a Mahayana cultivator could not threaten Gu Changhuan. As a person who practiced both Dharma and body, his strength might be comparable to Gu Changhuan.

What made him so desperate was just a descendant of the human race who had just advanced to Mahayana for only a few hundred years.

He was the only one left alive among the three Mahayana cultivators of the Bone Clan, and the beautiful centipede he summoned before was also seriously injured in the self-explosion of Zong Hanshuang just now, and he himself might not be able to hold on for much longer.

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On the battlefield outside the Blood Prison, the cultivator army of the Donggu Dynasty and the Bone Clan were still fighting fiercely and evenly.

The battle situation was very stalemate for a while.

Xin Yu, who was in the fierce battle, could not help but look at the blood mist in the sky in the distance.

The ancestors had been in the blood mist for more than half an hour, so why was there no trace of them?

Could it be that the Mahayana cultivator of the human race was so difficult that the ancestors and the other three could not take him down for a while?

Xin Yu thought so, and was a little uneasy in his heart.

He didn't know why he always had a feeling that something was wrong.

But at the same time, in the belly of a volcano in a secret place in Fengdu City, a transparent jade coffin floated in the center of the magma. Through the transparent jade, one could see that there was a transparent skeleton lying in the spacious jade coffin.

The aura around the skeleton was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, which was quite strange.

On the other side, in the headquarters of Chenggu Mountain, because Zong Hanshuang and Nan Gu did not offer soul lamps and other objects in the sect, the cultivators in the sect did not know that their two ancestors had fallen. The cultivators in the sect were busy planning how to divide the benefits after occupying the human race. Even Xin Ya, who was in seclusion, did not think that the bone clan might lose this battle.

Whether it was Chenggu Mountain or Fengdu City, or even other forces such as the combined bone clan, they were all looking forward to the arrival of the news of victory.

After all, in their opinion, even if the Donggu Dynasty was a Mahayana force, what could it do? They are not without people in the Bone Clan, and there are even two Mahayana monks in Chenggu Mountain!

Even though the Donggu Dynasty had won consecutive battles before, it was because their combined forces were unable to resist; but as long as Chenggu Mountain, which is also a Mahayana force, took action, the Donggu Dynasty's army would definitely taste the taste of defeat!

Little did they know that at this moment, on the battlefield that affected countless people's hearts, the bloody rain, wind, thunder and fire had dissipated and stopped, and even the beasts in the blood prison were dormant and disappeared.

Hua Wu and Chen Ye had both put away their weapons and sat cross-legged in the air to regulate their breathing and restore their true energy.

The battle had just ended, and the two of them consumed a lot, but this was the first time they had fought with other Mahayana monks with real swords and guns since they advanced to Mahayana. After recovering their true energy, they would naturally benefit a lot from repeating the battle repeatedly.

On the other side, Gu Changhuan did not immediately rest and meditate to restore his true energy, but was gathering a dark group of souls to search for something.

The soul was only the size of a fist, but it was very solid. It was still jumping from time to time when it was held in Gu Changhuan's hand, as if it wanted to escape but was unable to do so.

The soul in his hand was the soul of the evil god among the three Mahayana masters of the Bone Clan.

Now, he was investigating whether Nie Shen, Nan Gu and Zong Hanshuang had any Mahayana clones outside, or whether they had other backup plans.

After all, these three were Mahayana cultivators, and it was normal to have a clone in the late stage of fusion or even infinitely close to the combat power of Mahayana.

The battle was not over when Nan Gu was killed just now, and Zong Hanshuang's death was a bit unexpected and there was no time to detain the soul, so he could only search the soul of the last surviving ancestor Nie Shen to explore something.

Searching the soul is not an easy task, especially for the Mahayana cultivators whose souls are thick. If it is not that the realm, soul and consciousness are far superior to the other party, it is very difficult to find any useful information.

Therefore, in many cases, even if some high-level monks are lucky enough to kill monks of the same level, it is difficult to search their souls or obtain any useful information through soul searching; many monks even have to use some means similar to torture to deal with the monks' souls to obtain some information.

Although soul searching is not a spell that makes people feel comfortable, it is much better than those torture methods.

After getting the information he wanted without much effort, Gu Changhuan sent the soul of the ancestor Nie Shen into the reincarnation, then looked at Hua Wu and Chen Ye, and finally showed a smile from the heart, and said with a sense of relief:

"The three Nan Gu people are dead, and the war between us and the Bone Clan is over."

Chen Ye smiled and nodded, and Hua Wu also said:

"This time there are many twists and turns, but fortunately my junior brother is extremely powerful, and this blood prison magic is even more solid. Otherwise, if any one of these three people escapes, we will have a lot of trouble in the future."

Gu Changhuan smiled,

"Unless you are much stronger than me, it is not so easy to escape from the blood prison."

Hua Wu nodded, and did not question Gu Changhuan's words.

After all, from the previous battle, the restriction of the blood prison space on the power of space is indeed obvious to all.

To be honest, Hua Wu also saw a magic like the blood prison for the first time, which is really powerful and difficult to contend with.

No matter how powerful the spells and magical powers of other combined Mahayana monks are, they are still within common sense and not incredible. However, they have never even heard of the magical power of Blood Prison before.

It’s not that summoning fierce beasts is rare, but the space in Blood Prison is called a world, which is more special.

Before Gu Changhuan, if Hua Wu encountered a cultivator performing similar magical powers, she would definitely think that she was under an illusion and was drawn into such a strange illusion.

I can only say that my junior brother is really powerful and talented.

Not only in strength and talent, but also in character and opportunity.

No wonder Nan Gu and the other three ended up like this.

If they were the ones who were against the junior brother, the ending would probably not change.

But it's good this way. The junior brother has such a skill, and it will be easier to kill Shang Ming in the future.

Thinking of this, Hua Wu suddenly had a hint of murderous intent in her heart.

The demise of the Bone Clan is inevitable, and Shang Ming is next.

The junior brother has already said that he will not let Shang Ming live freely for long.

Around the Buddha Bathing Festival, Shang Ming will die.

Of course, this matter still needs to be done quietly.

At least they had to kill Shang Ming quietly, and not give him the opportunity to call on his friends to use the righteousness of the human race to coerce them.

At this moment, Gu Changhuan gathered his magic formula with one hand, and had already put away the blood prison, and the figures of the three people appeared in the sky again.