There is an immortal world in me

Chapter 733
After a short while, Liang Zicheng had already flown into the mist for nearly a hundred miles.

Suddenly, a huge pressure in the sky pulled him down from the sky to the ground.

"This ancient ruins, there is an air-forbidden array!?"

Liang Zicheng's complexion changed drastically. With his cultivation of Yuanying Zhenjun, he didn't even have the power to resist at all.

He reacted immediately.

This kind of power must be the air-forbidden formation set up by monks of Nascent Soul or higher level.

Liang Zicheng didn't dare to resist the huge pressure, he retracted the flying sword, and quickly fell down, landing on the ground in a small camp ruins.

As far as the eye can see, there is a camp ruins shrouded in mist, and they can only see clearly the scene within two or three miles around the camp ruins.

The ruins of the ancient battlefield on this giant island are said to have been a temporary camp for monks from the East China Sea. Civil engineering was once built here, naturally leaving behind a large number of city walls.

In the distance, there is an endless wasteland.

At this time, in the quiet and desolate bloody wasteland, outside the ruins of the camp, there was a slight "click" suddenly, as if something was stepping on the withered grass outside the camp.

"Yep".Liang Zicheng immediately looked in that direction.

A pair of faint blue light spots appeared in the dim misty wasteland.

It was outside the ruins of the camp, at the foot of a collapsed stone wall. After sniffing, it suddenly became excited. Its mouth was dripping with stinky fangs, its ferocious fangs were fully exposed, and its four feet stepped on the ruins carefully, sniffing. Go, paw on the ground with pitch-black claws, trying to find the source of this strange breath.

Suddenly, it was aware of a strong danger approaching, raised its head, and looked towards the ruined camp.

blow!
A red cold light burst out from the ruins of the camp.

It suddenly became alarmed, squatted slightly on its front feet, and suddenly jumped to the side, trying to dodge the attack of the cold light.

However, that cold light was too fast and too sharp.

"Pfft!"

As soon as it jumped up, it was split into two by the one-foot-long red sharp edge.

Even the dark black viscous blood splashed out of its body, this flame turned into ashes.

Liang Zicheng had just killed this low-level monster, and suddenly he felt alert and looked towards the wilderness.

On the blood mist wasteland around the ruined camp, pairs of twinkling blue light spots appeared one after another, standing quietly on the wasteland, looking at the ruins of the camp.Occasionally, there are one or two low-pitched whines, echoing across the wasteland.

There are no less than ten dots of faint blue light.

"Monster herd"?Liang Zicheng frowned when he saw these monsters.

These monsters slowly approached the ruined camp from the wasteland, and stopped two or three miles away.

At this moment, Liang Zicheng could already see their appearance and strength clearly.

The leader is a monster wolf, whose body is twice as big as the other monsters. It is an eighth-level monster with gleaming pupils, and seems to be a little afraid of the prey in front of it.As for the other rotten wolves, there are no less than five or six rotten wolves at the seventh level, and as many as ten or so at the fifth to sixth level.

After seeing these monsters, he was relieved.The highest of these monsters is only the eighth-order monsters, and he doesn't pay attention to them at all.

Perhaps it sensed that the strength of the "prey" was too low, and it was no match for them, a group of monster wolves.The wolf's greedy and bloodthirsty instinct finally broke out.

The leader of the eighth-rank demon wolf's eyes glowed brightly. With a roar, he jumped up and rushed down the slope. The other demon wolves rushed towards Liang Zicheng in all directions in response to the sound.

Three green figures were running aimlessly in the vast misty wasteland.

For a green-robed young monk, this person is the young man standing beside the green-robed True Monarch.

Another old man with a mustache and a middle-aged monk with a broad face followed behind.

The three of them had just gotten rid of a group of monsters, and they were running away in a rather embarrassing figure.There is an air-forbidden spell on the island, and they can't do it even if they want to fly with the sword, so they can only gallop on the ground.And he didn't dare to run too fast, so as not to encounter the monster beasts on the wasteland.

They didn't know how long they walked, but they saw a ruined camp looming in the distance of the misty wasteland ahead.

There was no joy on the faces of the three of them, but a slight shock.

"Ruin Camp!"

As soon as the young man in green robe finished speaking, he vaguely heard the roaring, howling, and biting sounds of monsters coming from the ruins.

"Brother, there is movement ahead."At this time, the old man with the mustache stopped and said.

"Brother, do you think we are avoiding the ruins ahead?" the middle-aged monk with a wide face asked immediately.

The green-robed young monk rolled his eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly sneered, "It should be other monks who are alone, and they encountered a group of monsters here!"

"Since the other party can block so many monsters by himself and did not die immediately, it means that those monsters are not powerful. The three of us approached quietly and watched the changes. The monk must have a lot of spirit wine, Lingshi and other things."

"Senior brother is right, so go and have a look." Bazihu ​​nodded, and then said: "Since Zhenjun was killed, we have been forced into the fog formation, and There was no preparation."

"I don't know who killed the old man Zhenjun."The wide-faced middle-aged man's face was full of puzzlement.

"Don't talk about those useless".The young man in green robe shouted directly after finishing speaking: "Let's go...".

The young man in the green robe made a decisive decision, quickly swept across the misty wasteland, and approached the ruined camp without a sound.

After a while, the three of them had already entered the ruined camp.The young man in green robe jumped up to a high place with a wide view, and saw several monster wolves besieging a young monk with a spear.

Every time the young monk swung his spear, a wolf would die.

"Brother, that young monk seems to be only at the early stage of Golden Core?"The wide-faced middle-aged monk said immediately.

"How about the strength of those monsters?"The old man with the mustache immediately asked.

"You don't need to look at it. To be killed so easily by a Jindan early-stage cultivator, it must be a foundation-building monster."The young man in green robe said immediately.

"Senior brother, this person has been fighting fiercely with the foundation-building monster for a long time, and he definitely doesn't have much mana. Why don't we..."?Mustache made a gesture of cutting off his head.

At this moment, the green-robed young monk felt evil from his guts.

The green-robed young monk and the three Golden Core monks jumped up from the ruined camp, turned into three gray lights, and shot towards the battlefield below, pounced on Liang Zicheng.

With a short distance of one or two miles, considering the explosive speed of a Jindan cultivator, he can reach it within a breath.

"Kid, die!"

The green-robed young monk was the fastest, and waved out a magic weapon flying sword first.

This dharma sword instantly turned into a length of 58 feet, bursting out with a bright streamer of vermilion gold, which shot at Liang Zicheng.

Liang Zicheng saw the flying sword coming from the lasing, and immediately shot a fire snake technique at the demon wolf next to him.

Then the bright silver spear in his hand flew straight towards the flying sword.

The green-robed young monk saw that the golden core monk just threw out the broken gun in his hand without taking any defense in the storage bag, so he stopped and looked at the man who was entangled with the demon wolf with pity. monk.

This flying sword of his is a magic weapon of his own life, and it was personally forged by the green-robed Yuanying Zhenjun, although it is only a low-grade magic weapon.

But his power is definitely not comparable to ordinary low-grade magic weapons, and he can even fight with middle-grade magic weapons.

The young monk's long spear was not a good treasure at first glance, and it took so much effort to kill a few monster wolves in the foundation establishment stage.

After a while, it must be the Jindan cultivator who was shot and killed.

The broad-faced middle-aged monk also stopped advancing at this time, quietly waiting for the death of the golden core monk.

Then they were killing the remaining demon wolves and picking up the storage bag of the Golden Core cultivator.

"No, those monsters seem to be golden core monsters..."?The old man with the mustache seemed to have realized something was wrong at this time.

He didn't take a closer look at these monsters just now because they were far away, but now he discovered that all of them are golden core monsters.

And among those dead monsters, there are actually many golden core monsters.

"Brother, be careful..."?The old man with mustache quickly yelled loudly.

"what"?The green-robed young monk looked at the old man with the mustache in confusion. He couldn't understand why his junior brother asked him to be careful.

"呲.呲味...".The green-robed young monk suddenly spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

The mustache immediately looked towards the sky, only to see that the talisman of the young monk in green robe was broken just as he touched the spear.

The speed of the spear didn't stop at all, and it flew directly towards the young monk in green robe.

At this moment, the green-robed young monk's heart was damaged, and he had no ability to resist at all.

"呵...呵...".After the spear passed through the body of the young monk in green robe, it flew towards Liang Zicheng.

"How is this possible……"?The wide-faced middle-aged monk was completely shocked at the moment. He never thought that the natal magic weapon of the green-robed young monk was directly shattered into pieces without even a breath of time.

What he didn't even expect was that the young monk in green robe didn't even take a single move.

"Brother is dead..."?The broad-faced middle-aged monk rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he didn't believe that his senior brother was dead at all.

"boom……".The body of the green-robed young monk fell heavily to the ground.

Only then did the old man with the mustache react, and quickly ran to the distance.

When the broad-faced monk saw it, he ran out immediately.

Liang Zicheng paused for a moment, kicked his right foot on the ground, jumped up, holding a bright silver gun, turned into a black startled rainbow, and shot at the wide-faced middle-aged monk in front of him.

The broad-faced middle-aged monk was forced to do nothing, and with a wave of his hand, a green flame banner appeared immediately.

Then his mana poured out and penetrated into his magic weapon "Blue Flame Banner".When the green flame banner spread out, hundreds of feet of fiery blue flames were ignited, sweeping towards Liang Zicheng.

He could only hope that Liang Zicheng turned around to defend so that he would have time to escape.

The wide-faced middle-aged monk had just seen that Liang Zicheng killed his senior brother with only one move. He didn't have any confidence in fighting at all. He just wanted to run for his life at this moment.

call!
Liang Zicheng just set up an aura shield and rushed into the package of the green flame streamer without dodging or evading.

The wide-faced middle-aged monk opened his eyes wide, and a look of joy immediately appeared in his heart.

The ferocious flames emitted by the green flame streamer were extremely blazing, enough to turn the monks at the early stage of Golden Core into ashes.Maybe it can also melt this weird monk.

However, he was doomed to be disappointed.

"hiss!"

The blue flame banner braving the raging flames, like a rag, was pierced by the bright silver gun.

A blue figure shot out from the blue flames that filled the sky.

"Puff!"

The bright silver spear hit the broad-faced middle-aged monk right in the middle, piercing a huge bloody hole in his chest.

(End of this chapter)