The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 155: Magic Shadow (2)

Thousands of miles away, in a puddle, on the top of a solitary giant tree as high as ten thousand feet, someone wove it into an exquisite bird's nest with soft grass and rough branches. A tall figure wrapped in animal skin stood in the bird's nest, his eyes shone with amber dim yellow light, squinting at the chaotic swamp thousands of miles away.

That is the battlefield where the toad and the centipede fought, and it was the place where poisonous gas and smoke raged.

The tall guy, who was more than three feet away, clasped his hands in front of his chest, growling in a low voice with abnormal dissatisfaction.

"Idiot, the fruit was taken away. You idiots!"

"Idiots that are not worth the effort. Although the idiots here are getting more and more stupid, this is the first time I have seen someone as stupid as you."

"The fruit is gone. In the next 10,000 years, there will be no wise people among you, and there will be no awakened demons. Well, it is meaningless to keep it here. Originally, I thought that Little centipede, I have some hope."

It had a pair of horns on its head, and its face looked like a ferocious insect beetle. Although it was a human body, it had a black hard and smooth carapace on its body. No matter how you look at it, the big guy who had nothing to do with humans cursed in a low voice.

With the sound of his curses, the bird's nest under his feet suddenly turned into a piece of gray-white ashes, drifting away without a trace with the strong wind.

The big guy muttered a few words vaguely. The language he used and the common language used by Yin Xuege and the others sounded quite different from the general language of the Yuanlu world. Only in some special words, the syllables had strange syllables. Variety.

He chanted a strange spell with this strange syllable, his body shrank rapidly, and then quickly transformed into a palm-sized black lacquer beetle, flapping its wings and flying up high altitude.

A vigorous magic eagle in the sky saw the beetle at a glance. The magic eagle with a wingspan of ten feet away brought a cloud of evil wind and black air, and roared down from the sky. He stretched out a paw, and slapped the beetle's body purely as a game.

This magic eagle is not hungry at all, and the small size of this beetle is not enough to fill his stomach. The reason why he hunted and killed this beetle was simply to kill some little creatures and add a little fun to his boring life.

But the black beetle remained motionless in the air, and the claws struck by the magic eagle were enough to crush a mountain into pieces. The claws shattered like an egg hitting a rock. The black beetle brought a black light, penetrated the magic eagle's chest, and then quickly sank into the wind.

The magic eagle's body began to collapse and shrink, and its jet-black, glossy feathers turned gray-white. The flesh and blood energy in his whole body seemed to be swallowed by the beetle. In just a few breaths, the huge body of the magic eagle turned into a pile of gray ashes and fell from the sky.

The ashes were blown by the breeze before they fell to the ground, leaving no trace.

Six flying boats are moving forward rapidly, and the leader is a flying boat personally controlled by the white-haired old man from the Three Holy Temple. A piece of dragon skin was suspended in front of the white-haired old man. There was a map drawn by unknown animal blood on the black dragon skin. Countless tiny blood-colored lines meander and stretch on the dragon's skin, forming a complex picture and shadow that only the white-haired old man can understand and know the specific meaning of it.

Sitting in the cabin, Yin Xuege's faint fragrance has dissipated.

The masters of the Three Holy Temple who had paid close attention to him at first had no interest in him now.

After eating that fruit, Yin Xuege didn't grow a third eye, nor did she have supernatural powers like three heads and six arms. He just took an unknown fruit that contained a huge amount of life force, and had a unique detoxification and supernatural power to restore injuries.

For the masters of the Three Saints Temple, the fruits of such rare treasures are actually not uncommon.

It is rare for ordinary people to see the spiritual fruit that ripens every three to five million years, or even three to five million years. It is not uncommon for them to eat it. A large part of their tyrannical cultivation and powerful strength is due to the mountains of genius treasures.

So, they only kept paying attention to Yin Xuege for a period of time, and after discovering that nothing substantive had happened to him that touched them, they no longer cared about Yin Xuege's obedience. The harvest after the first fruit.

All of their energy is put on their mission this time.

Following the flying boat leading the way, they drove forward cautiously all the way, and three days later, they had already left the swamp for a million miles.

There is a trace of strange negative energy in the vitality of heaven and earth here. It is because of the existence of these negative energies that the powerhouses of the most holy method, including Lan Yun, cannot directly swallow the vitality of the heaven and earth here to restore their own energy.

Three days later, the person in charge of manipulating the flying boat had exhausted all the energy in his body. Although the others didn't control the flying boat, they had to resist the erosion of the negative energy in the moon's heaven and earth vitality all the time. The effort they expended was not too small, and each of them lost more than half of their energy .

On the lunar surface, running out of vitality is an extremely dangerous state. So the six flying boats chose a small valley to stay, and the group set up a small camp here.

The panacea that can replenish the vitality, the ultimate magic stone condensed from the incomparably pure heaven and earth vitality.

All kinds of precious resources that can quickly restore Yuanli were taken out by the people of the Three Saints Temple, and Yin Xuege was also given a bottle of panacea, hundreds of top-quality magic stones the size of a fist. Everyone stayed in the camp, separated by a distance of more than ten feet, nervously recovering their own strength.

On the surface of the moon, even taking a spirit pill to recover one's strength is still a very annoying thing.

In the vitality of heaven and earth here, the negative energy is too strong. They take the elixir, and the elixir releases a huge and pure medicinal power in the body. But this medicinal power is like a magnet, constantly attracting the negative energy in the vitality of heaven and earth, and constantly eroding everyone's body.

So while recovering the vitality, everyone should carefully use the supernatural powers and secret techniques to isolate the vitality of the surrounding world. This makes their recovery of strength extremely inefficient. They have to spend several times the time and energy in the Yuanlu world to restore the strength in their bodies to a considerable level.

But Yinxuege no longer has this kind of trouble.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the camp, on his big tree primordial spirit, the strange runes on the fruit had already appeared in many leaves. The aura emanating from his primordial spirit already carried the unique aura of that fruit.

He can slowly absorb the negative energy of the moon, and then transform it into his own power.

He has discovered that this negative energy is actually a force corresponding to life energy and life breath. Moreover, this kind of power has a certain relationship with the distorted strange laws of heaven and earth on the moon, and this kind of power directly breeds from the distorted and slightly changed laws of heaven and earth.

He didn't alarm anyone, he secretly absorbed this power, and at the same time felt the subtle differences in the laws of heaven and earth on the side of the moon and the Yuanlu world. This gave him a more direct and deeper understanding of his own power.

Although his absolute strength has not improved, and his cultivation remains the same, the lethality he can release with the same strength has been greatly increased compared to before.

He sat there quietly, glanced at the white-haired old man sitting in the center of the camp from time to time out of the corner of his eye.

The dark dragon skin map, obviously this is the crux of the matter.

Lan Shuixin sent them and his group to intercept and kill the group of people in the Sansheng Temple, not only to intercept, but also to take something out of their destination. As for whether this thing is a person or an object, Lan Shuixin doesn't even know.

The whole mission is filled with a strange atmosphere.

On the moon, this ghostly place where the most holy method has lost countless troops, how can the most holy method have a map here?

Where they are going, if there is something there, who put it there?

At least based on Yin Xuege's understanding of the base of the most holy method on the moon in the past few days, the most holy method simply does not have enough power to make a large-scale arrangement on the moon.

While pondering, Yin Xuege suddenly felt a chill down her back.

An indescribably strange aura rolled over his body, it was a feeling similar to killing intent, but specious.

He immediately stood up and stretched vigorously. He didn't say anything, but his attention was already on everything around him. The grass under his feet, the bushes in the distance, and a black beetle that landed on a bush hundreds of feet away.

The black, fist-sized beetle stood up, stood on the bushes, and stared blankly.

Yin Xuege was stunned, and then he suddenly pointed his finger, and a long knife roared out, bringing a flash of light and slashing at the beetle.

When he chose this place to rest just now, he paid special attention to the surrounding situation, there was absolutely no such a big beetle on the bush ~IndoMTL.com~ just now. This guy was able to intrude into a place less than a hundred feet away from Yin Xuege without disturbing Yin Xuege. For a master at Yin Xuege's level, it was like someone putting a blade on his neck. He just discovered the presence of the enemy.

The light of the knife flashed, and Yin Xuege let out a soft whistle.

The masters of the three holy temples around opened their eyes one after another, and all kinds of lights flickered on their bodies.

At the same time, they looked at the long knife that Yin Xuege flew out, and at the target of the long knife, the weird beetle.

The white-haired old man, the leader of the Three Saints Temple, frowned. He was very puzzled why Yin Xuege had to make trouble with a beetle.

But the next moment, everyone was speechless.

The figure of the beetle swelled rapidly, and he turned into a burly man of three feet. He stretched out a hand, and lightly pointed at Yin Xuege's long knife.

With a crisp 'snap', this high-grade magic-level long knife, which has been tempered for thousands of years, was actually shattered and exploded into a pool of shiny metal powder. r1152()