The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

Li Qing just looked at him for a while, and a shadow paper figure quietly moved towards the end of the formation.

Soon we came to the boundary of the Qimen Dunjia Formation, where there was a mountain wall.

There is a stone door on the mountain wall. At this time, the stone door is opened, revealing an empty passage.

The passage is neatly built, the ground is paved with blue rocks, the walls have been polished in many ways and are very smooth, and some traces of murals can also be seen.

On both sides of the mural are mysterious ever-burning lamps, filled with bright blue light, illuminating the entire passage.

There is actually a shadow walking in the blue light of the passage.

There is a black orb on the top of this figure's head, emitting streaks of bright black brilliance.

This light was very strange, with ripples appearing one after another, blocking the blue light all around.

From the shadow perspective, Li Qing saw a strange scene.

There seemed to be some inexplicable figures flickering in the blue light. These figures seemed to be absorbed by the ever-bright lamp and emerged from the void.

The mysterious figure seemed to have been prepared for it, and the black light above his head restrained this unknown existence.

Some blue phantoms are constantly impacting the black light curtain, and it is their impact that causes the light screen to ripple.

It all looks incredibly special.

"Good guy, when did this guy come in? Where did he come from?"

"Is he not affected by the formation at all?"

With strange eyes, Li Qing carefully observed the figure in front of him.

The other party was chubby, at least a fat man weighing two hundred pounds. He looked like half a ball of flesh and was wearing a black robe.

But the belly is not too big, mainly because the whole body looks very fat and strong.

"Interesting, I didn't expect that the grave of Fulong Daoist was actually targeted by two groups of people."

"This guy seems to be in the realm of spiritual consciousness."

"Look at his equipment and he's well prepared."

"There's some trouble now."

"The realm of spiritual consciousness is a big level higher than mine. It's not that easy to get something from under his nose."

"But here's a free beater to make it a little more difficult."

"Hehehe."

"No matter who you are, it's not that easy to take my things."

With a slight movement of thought, he controlled the six formation flags through the shadow paper man.

Huikong, who was trapped in the Qimen Dunjia Formation, was thrown out directly by an inexplicable spatial change.

When he appeared again, he was already standing in front of the cave door.

He frowned, with a hint of disbelief on his face, and then looked into the cave.

His breath fluctuated slightly, and Daoist, who was walking in the long passage in front of him, seemed to have noticed the changes behind him.

Turning around suddenly to look at him, he saw that his facial features were fairly straight, but there was a large mole at the corner of his mouth, with three hairs growing on the mole, which completely ruined his pretty good appearance.

It made him look a bit vulgar,

At this time, he seemed very surprised, looking at Huikong who appeared at the entrance of the cave.

Blinking his eyes, the two looked at each other, and the air was very silent for a moment.

"Haha, I'm here to hang out, is Fellow Daoist here to hang out too?" The fat Daoist had a slight smile on his face, seeming to be quite naive.

Huikong looked at him quietly, then smiled slightly, "The poor monk is here to take a look, why don't we go as well?"

Fat Daoist's face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, "Master, come in, I'll wait for you to come over."

When Huikong heard Fat Daoist's words, there was no expression on his stern face.

A layer of black-golden light spread out from his body, and countless strange words were faintly flashing in the light.

These words flowed in the light, making him look extremely weird, as if there were insects swimming up and down his body.

Seeing this scene, the fat Daoist's eyes shrank slightly and he muttered slightly, "The people from the Cursed Temple are in a bit of trouble."

Huikong walked into the passage, his whole body flashing with strange light, resisting the attack of the invisible existence in the blue light.

The dark golden light on his body is also fluctuating slightly, which is a sign of resisting those mysterious existences.

Huikong slowly approached Fat Daoist. As the distance got closer, the atmosphere between the two seemed to become a little weird.

The fat Daoist was still innocent, with a smile on his face, his hands in his sleeves and his arms in front of his chest, as if he was waiting for him leisurely.

Monk Huikong clasped his hands together and walked toward him step by step. He seemed to be a little more restrained with every step he took, and the light on his body dimmed slightly, as if it was completely attached to his skin.

Just when the two were still a foot apart, they moved at the same time.

Two strange words suddenly appeared in Huikong's eyes, and two strange rays of light swept towards Fat Daoist.

The fat Daoist seemed to have been prepared, as a mirror suddenly appeared in his hand.

A pure white light filled the mirror, colliding with the two lines of sight.

This line of sight touched the white light, and as if encountering a nemesis, it was suddenly bounced out and shot towards Monk Huikong's body.

Monk Huikong frowned, raised his hand and waved slightly, and the two rays of light disappeared into his sleeves.

He took one step forward and instantly crossed the distance of three feet, grabbing the white light with a palm.

His palm was a dark golden color, dry and strange, with a blood-colored Buddha character appearing in the palm.

The palm of his hand gently touched the white light.

The white light was enveloped in a blood-red glow, and countless cracks appeared on the white light.

Red blood flowed out of these cracks, and a twisted radiation spread around.

Fat Daoist's expression changed, and he backed away suddenly.

He knew very well what kind of power it was, "The Blood Buddha Curse is worthy of being the direct descendant of the Cursed Temple."

He took out a talisman from his arms and placed it directly on his chest. Countless rays of light quickly covered his body.

There was a strange bloody aura permeating the body, and these auras made a shrill scream in the air.

The breath was flying, seeming to turn into strange insects.

He opened his mouth and sprayed out, and a golden sword energy flashed away, slashing straight towards the opponent's eyebrows.

A dark golden relic appeared above his head, and golden light fell down. This golden light turned into countless twisted words, and quickly enveloped him.

Jingle bell.

The sword light exploded countless sparks, but was unable to break through the shroud of brilliance.

"Master, this is unreasonable. He kindly invites you to accompany him, so how can he secretly do this?" Fat Daoist said with a smile as before, his eyes filled with dangerous light.

Huikong said calmly, "Don't we, Fellow Daoist, also want to kill me?"

In the shadow not far behind the two people, a pair of shadowy paper eyes were looking at them.

"Two old acting masters."