The Original Seeker Chapter 850: Rain
However, the answer to Wei Wuya was a pink tentacle protruding from the black door.
The tentacles, thicker than thighs, slammed into the crowd like a siege hammer.
It's just that none of the people present are easy people. As early as the tentacles hit, they were scattered into the sky, and their bodies glowed with auras of various colors.
The second root.
The third root.
……
Countless tentacles scrambled to get out of the door, squeezing the black flames of the door, completely twisted and deformed.
That is the enemy of all creatures.
This concept appeared in the minds of all monks for no reason.
In just a few breaths, the gate, which was originally only as high as one person, was squeezed into a passage that was large enough for ten people to pass side by side.
"Kill!"
"The monster must be wiped out before it comes out!"
"Catch the thief first, capture the king, let's kill and summon the source of this monster!"
"..."
The tremendous pressure coming from behind the black door made them unable to calm down and watch the changes.
No matter if you can play or not, you have to shoot first!
In the electric light and flint, more than 20 monks of the **** of transformation have completed the division of labor.
They were divided into two teams. One team was ready to aim at the monster behind the black gate with a powerful Daoshu, and the other team slammed into the white ink on the ground like an arrow from the string.
Bai Mo slowly opened his eyes, and with mixed eyes of black, white and silver, he glanced at the black door, and then at the white door.
Then a white ink came out of the white door.
It's just that the expression on this white ink's face looks more icy and ruthless than the other white ink.
Bai Mo, who came out from behind the door, said nothing, gently raised his right hand, and a luminous crystal wall instantly formed in the void, blocking the team of cultivators who attacked the tricolor pupil Bai Mo.
"The mere vulture skills want to stop me from waiting?!" Everyone cast the spell at will, and then broke the crystal wall in front of them, and the scattered fragments fell to the ground.
"Mr. Huanghe, you come to see the fragments of this crystal wall?" Just as the others were preparing to attack again, the voice from the Grand Elder Ji Xuande of Yanghuo Palace attracted their attention.
"Aren't these just some spirit stone fragments, what's so interesting."
"They are all substandard spirit stones."
"..."
"Wait, spirit stone fragments? The white Taoist actually used spirit stone to do soil wall art?!"
"About 13,000 spiritual stones."
How powerful the spiritual mind of the cultivator is, but in a few moments, he has already deduced the "earth wall technique" that just intercepted himself from the number of debris on the ground, and how many spiritual stones were used to pile it up. .
"Thirteen thousand spirits..."
More than 10,000 spiritual stones don’t say that the cultivator of the gods, even the cultivator of the Nascent Soul, will not take it too seriously, but it’s another matter to throw it out as a random move. It's up.
It feels like a billionaire, watching someone throw a stack of ten thousand dollars as a weapon, and then being taken backhand by oneself to boil mung bean paste on fire.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom boom boom!"
"Boom boom boom boom..."
"It's raining?"
"Still hail?"
When they were still wondering why the other party used such a prodigal and powerless trick, something seemed to fall from the sky, hitting the aura of everyone's body again and again.
The impact is very slight, for them it is no different from rain falling on their bodies.
Furthermore, the foreign objects that hit the aura of the body protector are directly beaten to dust by the aura of the body protector.
"Not hail."
"It's a spirit stone."
"Lingshiyu?!"
The patter of Lingshiyu not only hit the cultivator who was dealing with Baimo, but also the cultivators who had been holding big moves, preparing to give the black gate monster a ruthless monk, were also inexplicably surprised by this event. Lingshiyu smashed so hard to understand.
……
The rain is getting bigger and bigger.
From the initial drizzle to the current pouring rain, the fine and dense spiritual stones kept hitting everyone's body protection aura.
Of course, this is not even an attack, but what happened before me was so weird that they couldn't help slowing them down.
In every breath, there are hundreds of thousands of spirit stones falling like rain.
"White Taoist?"
"Don't you want resources?" Bai Mo, who walked out of the white door, said the first sentence in a slightly stiff voice since the battle.
"I will give you all."
In words, the rain of Lingshi rained even more.
"..."
Now everyone is confused.
One is the world-destroying monster who wants to put them to death, and the other is the great good man who madly throws spirit stones. Is this white Taoist person with one body and two souls?
There is no such thing as schizophrenia in Yuanyang Realm, but there are similar situations. Two or even multiple personalities share the same body. They call it one body with two souls or one body with multiple souls.
"There is also the last silver door, what's behind it? Is it his third soul?" Wei Wuya made a little analogy, and he had such a conjecture.
Compared with the first two doors, one evil and the other cold, this silver door, which has never reacted, exudes an inexplicable kindness.
"The three dead bodies?" Wei Wuya suddenly remembered a collection of strange and strange essays he had read many years ago~IndoMTL.com~, there was a description of the practice of killing three dead bodies by immortals.
Unfortunately, there are no real immortals in the Yuanyang Realm, and the authenticity of the cultivation method of the three corpses is impossible to verify.
……
The mighty rain of Lingshi has never stopped.
"It is close to 300 million souls..."
300 million lower-grade spirit stones, ordinary God Transformation True Monarchs don’t necessarily have so many net worth.
However, it is difficult for many high-level treasures to use ordinary spirit stones to calculate the price, so the things in the hands of the gods are actually not easy to value, but anyway, these spirit stones are for a big **** of transformation, It's a very impressive number.
All the high-level cultivators of the Yuan Ying Huashen who were present were all figures who wanted some face, even if there were more low-level spirit stones, they couldn’t pull down that face for a while, and they were piled up into a mountain of low-grade ones like those shattered. Lingshi is in the bag.
After waiting for these chores, my own low-level disciples will complete them.
"Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!"
A violent thought, turned into a wave of almost substantial mental attacks, sweeping towards the cultivators who were suspended in the air, still receiving the baptism of the spirit stone rain.
When they noticed this idea, they came back to their senses. There was also a monster exuding the true meaning of infinite destruction...
No, it's not one anymore. In the half-tea time when their attention was temporarily attracted by Lingshiyu, there were already ten-headed tentacle monsters creeping out from behind the "door".
These monsters have dozens of tentacles with their own sickles all over their bodies, and there is only a big mouth of blood on the top of their heads.
If there are old people who lived through the Moon Age in the empire, it is hard to remember their existence.
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