This saint is too cruel

Chapter 187 Kunlun
Moreover, this kind of magical treasure spirit is very mysterious, it can capture the enemy's extreme combat power, and mirror the opponent's extreme combat power to fight in the world.

In the end, after playing for an unknown amount of time, the mirror image consumed a huge amount of energy, almost exhausting all the spiritual energy of the magic weapon in the lava sea, and was still in a stalemate with Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou spent almost all of his prepared essence and [-] Deterrence Points to survive until now.

This is the final decisive moment.

Magic Baoling was transforming his appearance, retreating from Ye Wuyou's mirror image, revealing his real body.

This is a crescent-shaped sea of ​​calm, with clear waves and unparalleled beauty.

This majestic fairy mountain is reflected in the sea, surrounded by auspicious clouds.

The Crescent Sea turned into a spiritual mirror, with rays of light gushing out from the mirror, and the ancient spirit is rustling.

"Snapped!"

With a loud noise, the spiritual realm shook violently, turning into a towering fairy mountain and pressing directly towards Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment, feeling that what he was facing was not just a big mountain, it was as if the whole world had collapsed.

A circle of breath swept in first, as if it could penetrate the flesh and blood of a person, making people feel frightened and disappointed.

"not good!"

Ye Wuyou felt something was wrong.

This breath hides a very ancient and mysterious secret power, which can seal all the magic power of the opponent.

Ye Wuyou experienced this feeling in the blood pool, although he felt abrupt, he was not flustered.

He has experienced Nirvana four times, and he possesses the power of immortality beyond the scope of mana and the original power of the holy lotus of creation.

Shout out "definite"!
The power of immortality escaped and wrapped the fallen mountain.

It's a pity that even the power as powerful as a fairy couldn't completely fix the mountain, but it greatly eased its descent speed and lethality.

"boom!"

Under the relief of Xianzhen's power, Dashan slowly pressed down.

Ye Wuyou used the primordial power of the Creation Holy Lotus, relying on the blessing of his body and physical strength, split the power of the mountain into two, fell into the sea of ​​lava, turned into wisps of breath and flew into the temple middle.

The aura of sealing mana disappeared, and Ye Wuyou urged the soul Nine Youlong, jumped up, skimmed across the vast sea of ​​lava, and fell directly into the temple.

The temple is very simple and simple, but it is very quiet and peaceful.

"This is the ancient temple. I can feel the aura of the ominous spiritual law. If you seriously comprehend it, it will be of great benefit to your return to the ancestors and mend the sky and condense the ominous spiritual law!"

Meng Lala reminded in Dantian.

Ye Wuyou nodded, carefully observing every detail inside.

It looks like a grand and spacious temple from the outside, but the inside is delicate and not that spacious.

It looks like the residence of an eminent monk, simple and unsophisticated.

In the east is a chopping board with a wooden fish and an open book.

There is a very old and vicissitudes of life in front of the futon, which is very old and seems to have been passed down from ancient times to the present.

There is a mysterious aura flowing on the futon, exuding divine brilliance, as if seeing the ancient power here to create the world and deify it.

Ye Wuyou didn't dare to be reckless, but carefully observed and felt carefully.

Sure enough, I heard waves of faint chants, so clear and so comfortable.

He sat down cross-legged, calmed down even more, and listened carefully.

The chanting sound became more and more clear, and every word and every sentence came to his ears, deeply imprinted in his dantian.

This kind of chanting sound is like a small stream, quiet and elegant, making people naturally comfortable and peaceful.

Ye Wuyou didn't know how long he had been listening, but he also fell asleep in a daze.

What appeared in the dream was a white and majestic mountain, surrounded by auspicious clouds, turbulent in auspicious colors, and unparalleled in its majesty.

In front of the holy mountain is a pool of crescent moon Zhuangshen lake, and the holy mountain is reflected in the lake.

An old temple is located by the lake, and an old man in fluttering white clothes is kneeling on the futon and chanting softly.

"I killed too deeply, please ask Shenshan to free me."

The old man stopped chanting and muttered to himself.

"Abandoned disciples from Kunlun are not allowed to enter reincarnation." A mysterious voice seemed to come from the sacred mountain, very majestic.

"I don't want to enter reincarnation, I just want to seek the truth." The old man said.

"speak!"

(End of this chapter)