MTL - Immortal Space-Chapter 867 way home

  Chapter 867 Homecoming

   On the way back, Wang Hong stopped by Si Hongkai's firm. The elixirs he entrusted to sell were all sold out, but he received another sum of Lingshi.

This road is from the spirit gourd world to the demon world, and then to the small wilderness world through the demon world. The entrance of the demon world is still the two white-haired monsters from last time. In the wilderness, I couldn't help complaining in my heart that blocking the way to collect money is more profitable than killing people and seizing treasures.

However, what Wang Hong didn't know was that several Desolate people guarding near the entrance of the passage were holding a jade plate magic weapon, and seemed to be doing nothing all day long. As soon as Wang Hong came out of the entrance of the passage, a red jade plate appeared on the jade plate in their hands. point.

  Seeing this, these few Huangzu didn't show any abnormality, and continued to tease a woman from the Huangzu who was tall and thick, with a snub nose and a wide mouth.

   Only after Wang Hong walked away, they immediately left the woman of the Desolate race in front of them and left quickly.

   It made this barren woman very angry. Just as she was about to give in, you ran away. Young people these days really have no patience at all.

   After Wang Hong left the passage, he didn't stay too much in Xiaohuangjie. He only glanced at Qu Han from a distance along the way, and didn't show up to meet him.

  At that time, he casually threw a batch of resources to Qu Han and asked him to recruit soldiers. Now that a few years have passed, Qu Han has lived up to his trust and recruited thousands of people for him.

   These thousands of people are mainly from the second-level barren race, and a small number of them have reached the third level. It seems that they have just advanced.

  It seems that this Qu Han can still be of great use, but it is better for him not to show up now, he may be chased and killed by the strong people of the Desolate race at any time, and Qu Han and others will be implicated instead.

  Wang Hong only glanced at it with his divine sense from a distance, and then left quickly.

  When he was about to rush to the passage to Xiaoyuanjie, a huge figure more than eight feet tall appeared in front of him out of thin air, blocking the way.

   In front of this mountain-like strong man, Wang Hong's seven-foot-tall figure was like an ant. He needed to look up to see the opponent's head and face clearly.

   "Young man of the human race, you dare to show your face here after killing the people of my Sanli tribe. You really don't know what death is."

   This strong man of the Desolate race didn't talk too much nonsense, and immediately a giant palm was slapped on Wang Hong.

  Since the appearance of this strong man from the Desolate race, Wang Hong has been on guard all the time. At this time, a green flying sword flew out from his body, and the sword grew in the wind.

  The green sword soon became more than ten feet long, and it looked much bigger than the ancestor of the Sanli tribe in the fit state. Like a steep mountain, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the ancestor of the Sanli tribe and pierced straight away.

  However, the monks' fighting skills are not based on body size to determine the winner. The ancestor of Sanli didn't care, and changed his palm into a fist, and blasted the flying sword several miles away with one punch.

  The cultivators of the Desolate race all have a common characteristic, that is, their physical bodies are extremely strong, and it is commonplace to fight with fists and magic weapons.

  But at this time, a small wound appeared on Patriarch Sanli's fist, with blood oozing faintly.

   "Good sword! It's a pity that I didn't meet the Lord of Ming Dynasty, and I insulted this treasure. Today is the time when the sword changes hands and meets the Lord of Ming Dynasty."

  Patriarch Sanli didn't care about the slight wound on his hand, but instead became greedy for the green flying sword.

  With the strength of his physical body, it is already difficult for a sword to hurt him, but this flying sword can hurt him even in the hands of a negligible alchemy monk. If it is in his hands, it will definitely be a magical weapon.

  But what he didn't know was that this flying sword was the favorite magic weapon of Fuyuan Patriarch back then, and it contained highly poisonous. At this moment, the poison on the flying sword had already penetrated into his body through this small wound.

   Immediately afterwards, before Wang Hong could recall the flying sword, a giant fist had already descended from the sky, with a loud "boom", Wang Hong was directly punched deep underground by this punch.

  At this time, the defensive shield on his body was broken, and all the layers of armor worn on his body were destroyed, leaving only the innermost piece of soft armor intact.

   "Hey! It's quite resistant, and there are a lot of treasures on it."

  Patriarch Sanli looked at Wang Hong, who was punched deep into the soil by his fist, still alive, and still thinking about struggling, his eyes were like looking at a boy giving treasure.

   "I want to see how many punches you can resist."

  Followed by several consecutive punches, the punches hit the flesh, blasting out a deep pit hundreds of feet in place. Wang Hongping was lying on the bottom of the pit even though he was protected by soft armor, so he has not died yet.

  But the state at the moment is extremely bad, the head is flattened, the facial features are twisted and squeezed together, the bones on the body have been broken into many pieces, and the internal organs have become a mass of paste.

  But for the immortal cultivators in the Void Refining Realm, these injuries are not fatal. As long as the primordial spirit is not destroyed, it is not so easy to die.

  He has never asked his cousin in red to come out to help, he still has no means to use, he wants to know where the limit of his fighting power is.

  A healing elixir made from immortal medicine has passed into the abdomen through the space, quickly repairing the body that has been continuously injured.

The protection of the soft armor, coupled with the defensive laws he has comprehended, and the restoration of the healing elixir, made Wang Hong look very resistant to beatings. Normally, a cultivator who refines the Void will die after receiving two punches at most, but Wang Hong received more than 20 punches. The fist is still persisting.

  Wang Hong is still waiting for an opportunity. The green flying sword has been quietly recalled to the nearby area by him, and the one-time magic weapon refined with the horn of the one-horned snake has been secretly communicated with his spiritual consciousness.

  Patriarch Sanli still bombarded Wang Hong with his fists, he wanted to see how many punches this human kid could take.

   At the same time, he sighed, if the most outstanding son in his tribe had half the ability of this son, he would be gratified.

   At this moment, Patriarch Sanli suddenly felt dizzy, unable to exert all his strength.

  Spiritual consciousness turned around in the body, only to find that there was an unknown toxin in the body, and the source of these toxins pointed directly to the tiny wound before.

   "Careless!"

   Patriarch Sanli just had this idea, when Wang Hong's green flying sword attacked him again.

  This time he didn't dare to use his fists to catch the flying sword, but the flying sword was already approaching, and it was too late for him to sacrifice his magic weapon in a short time, so he could only temporarily dodge to one side.

  However, just as he dodged the flying sword attack, another bone spike as thick as a finger shot at him.

   In desperation, he had no choice but to flick his big sleeve, and rolled up the bone nail in the sleeve.

   The moment the bone nail was caught by the big sleeve, it exploded violently, sending out a cloud of black mist, covering Patriarch Sanli in it.

  Although Patriarch Sanli held his breath in time and sealed the pores all over his body, a lot of poisonous mist still invaded his body.

  The Patriarch of Sanli has not yet killed Wang Hong, but he has been poisoned twice, and now he only feels weak in hands and feet.

   "A mere ants, dare to plot against the old man, really think that the old man will not kill you."

  Wang Hong's sneak attack had aroused the great anger of Patriarch Sanli. He stretched out his hand and made a move, and from nowhere flew out a long black stick eight feet long and more than one foot in diameter.

  The long stick was in his hand, and he swung the long stick immediately, smashing the green flying sword several miles away with one stick, and then smashed the stick at Wang Hong at the bottom of the pit, intending to take Wang Hong's life with this stick.

   Right at this moment, a giant flame dragon flew out in front of Wang Hong, directly resisting the blow of the long stick.

  As the dragon flew into the air, its size has grown to several miles long, and at the same time, there is a tumbling river of lava accompanying the dragon.

   "There are so many treasures on the body of a mere cultivator!"

   As for this giant flame dragon, Patriarch Sanli didn't dare to underestimate it at all, and unleashed the eight-foot-long stick in his hand.

  However, this flame dragon is too huge, and its power is not trivial. After a few rounds, Patriarch Sanli was already at a disadvantage.

   And the poison in his body is getting more and more serious because he has no time to suppress it. If he continues to fight, he may lose.

  Seeing that the body of the giant dragon that is several miles long is about to entangle him, if he is entangled by it and cannot escape, even if he is not killed by the dragon, he may die of poison.

  If he hadn't been poisoned beforehand, he wouldn't be afraid. Now that his own strength has been greatly reduced, he is really not sure.

  So the ancestor of Sanli made a wise choice, and it is still the best policy.

  The body of the giant dragon wound inwards to the center, only to find that Sanli Patriarch had already disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already tens of miles away.

  Wang Hong continued to lie motionless in the deep pit. His bones were broken and he couldn't move.

"so close!"

  If he had fought for half a breath just now, he would have revealed his true colors.

   This fire dragon magic weapon is too high-grade, and there is a restless flame dragon sealed inside. If it is sacrificed for too long, the flame dragon will break free from the seal and leave.

  With his current strength, he can sacrifice one or two breaths of time. After this time, he will forcibly take back the fire dragon.

  After putting away the fire dragon, Wang Hong could only let the ugly turtle out.

  As soon as Ugly Turtle came out, he was horrified when he saw the scene after the battle, and even forgot to gloat.

   "Your Majesty! What's the matter with you, you won't let me take action when you fight with others. If I do, even if the ancestor of the Desolate race comes, I will let him peel off his skin."

   Ugly Turtle wanted to continue blowing, but was interrupted by Wang Hong: "Stop talking nonsense, take me out of here quickly."

"oh!"

   Immediately turned into a big turtle, stooped Wang Hong firmly on his back, and walked towards the entrance of the passage.

   It took only one day for the two of them to reach the entrance of the passage. Now that Wang Hong has not recovered from his injuries, he cannot rush in rashly.

   He had no choice but to find a place nearby to hide. Wang Hong rested for another month before his broken body grew back.

   While recuperating, I took the opportunity to re-strengthen the seals of Huo Long'an. The last time I only used it for a short period of time, some seals on Huo Long's body were a little loose.

   "The Huangzu still has six Void Refining Realm guards stationed at the entrance of the passage, and with the formation they have arranged, it is not easy to force their way through.

   You first go there to lure one or two Desolate people to come over and kill them, and then we will work together to break through. "

  Wang Hong quietly peeped through the entrance of the passage with his spiritual sense in the distance, and then discussed with the ugly turtle.

   "Don't worry, Your Majesty, this matter is on the old turtle!" The ugly turtle patted his chest to ensure that he would show up, and flew towards the entrance of the passage in a very arrogant posture.

   The few Desolate people stationed at the passageway can naturally recognize the ugly turtle, which was captured by them back then.

   "Why did this ugly old turtle come back alone?"

   "As long as he dares to come back alone, I will kill him, and everyone will drink old turtle soup tonight."

   "It's so ugly, I can't say it, but I don't mind killing him, I can't understand his arrogant look."

   "Let's go, let's go and kill this old turtle. It was because of him last time that we lost two people."

  Two Desolate people in the Void Refining Stage were about to kill the ugly turtle, but at this time they were stopped by the Desolate Clan in the middle stage of Void Refinement.

   "Wait a minute, as long as his mind is still normal, he must know that coming here alone like this is no different from dying.

   But that's how he is now, and I don't think his brain is that bad.

  Therefore, there is definitely deceit here, let us wait for a moment, if we really dare to come alone, it will not be too late to kill. "

  The words of this middle-stage Desolate Clan made the two of them break out in cold sweat. If they had chased and killed them like this just now, they might have fallen into each other's trap.

  Ugly Turtle walked toward the entrance of the passage arrogantly along the way. The closer the distance, the more nervous he was, but the other party was still unwilling to chase him out.

  He estimated the distance, sat on a small hill, and dared not go any further. Going any further was not luring the enemy, but really sending him to his death.

   There are six people on the other side, one of them is still in the middle stage of Void Refinement, as long as these six people stay in place and attack together, he will become a dead turtle in all likelihood.

  Wang Hong gave him the task, but he had to complete it, so he simply sat on the mountain bag and cursed loudly.

  Seeing this, the cultivator of the Desolate race on the opposite side became more sure of Ugly Turtle's scheme, and was even more reluctant to go out.

  They have practiced for thousands of years, and they have long been able to be honored and humiliated. Naturally, they don't pay attention to this kind of insult.

  Just as the ugly turtle was spitting and spitting, Wang Hong came to his side: "Forget it, don't waste your energy, the other party has already seen through your tricks."

   "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

   "Then kill them in a fair manner."

  Wang Hong's eyes were determined, revealing a trace of fighting intent. Since he couldn't outsmart him, he would use brute force to win.

   "Put on these two pieces of armor!"

  Wang Hong threw two armors to Ugly Turtle. He used jasper trees as materials to refine many armors, and put countless layers on his body.

  After the last battle with Patriarch Sanli, his confidence in this soft armor has greatly increased, and these surplus armors will not be needed by himself.

   After getting ready, one person and one turtle walked straight to the entrance of the passage.

  At the entrance of the passage, the six Desolate people in the Void Refining Realm stationed there, although it seems that they still have the upper hand at present, but seeing this person approaching one by one, they actually became a little timid.

  Wang Hong stepped into the range of the opponent's formation without any hesitation, and the battle between the two sides began.

  Although this large formation will greatly suppress his display of strength, it has no effect on his spiritual consciousness.

   Repeat the old trick, attacking with divine consciousness and green flying sword at the same time, the first target is naturally the leader of the mid-stage Desolate Race, as long as this person is eliminated, the rest of the people will not be worried.

   The Desolate Clan headed by the mid-stage of Void Refining had just sacrificed a magic weapon, suddenly felt a tingling pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then quickly turned a ring-shaped magic weapon in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then returned to normal.

   "Hahaha... Unexpectedly, we are all equipped with magic weapons of Yuanshen, which are specially designed to defend against your spiritual attacks.

  Speaking of which, this primordial magic weapon was made by your human refiners. "

The monks in the mid-stage of Void Refining laughed triumphantly after they realized it. They suffered a lot of losses because of Wang Hong's attacks with divine sense before, so they went to the Linghu Realm to buy a batch of primordial magic weapons, specially to defend against Wang Hong. .

  This kind of Yuanshen magic weapon is not easy to refine, but it is extremely expensive, and the Desolate race has spent a lot of money this time.

   "If you don't use this technique, I will still kill you!"

  Wang Hong said, his green flying sword had already cut in front of the opponent.

  The Desolate Clan in the mid-stage of Void Refinement saw that the flying sword was coming in an extraordinary way, and hurriedly greeted Wang Hong's flying sword with the sword they had just sacrificed.

  The big sword collided with the flying sword in the air, and after a crisp sound, the Huangzu's big sword was cut in two and fell to the ground.

  After the flying sword cut off the big sword, it continued to cut at the Huangzu. Fortunately, the Huangzu sacrificed a magic weapon in the shape of a stone tablet in time.

  This treasure is rough and heavy, and it is not afraid of flying swords in a short time.

  While Wang Hong was attacking, the remaining five Desolate people also spared no effort to attack Wang Hong and Ugly Turtle.

   Ugly Tortoise faced two opponents at the same time, and was already weak to deal with, only parrying was left. Fortunately, the two armors Wang Hong gave him were also really strong, and the two Desolate people couldn't do anything to him in a short time.

  As for Wang Hong, it was even easier. The three monks at the early stage of Void Refinement joined forces to attack, and they couldn't even break through the defensive shield he built outside his body with defense laws, let alone hurt Wang Hong.

  The Desolate race has a special magic circle arranged at the entrance of the passage, which can not only improve their own combat effectiveness, but also suppress the enemy.

  Wang Hong was suppressed in strength and was fighting against four Desolate tribes at the same time, relying on his own defense and the performance of the green flying sword, he forced the mid-stage monks of the Desolate tribe to be helpless.

  Seeing that the opponent's defensive stone tablet was strong, Wang Hong had a thought, and suddenly his green flying sword ignited a fierce flame.

   It turned out that he had a sudden whim, whether he could combine the flame magic power he had mastered with the magic weapon.

  As soon as he thought of it, he did it. As soon as he thought about it, a large group of flames appeared on Feijian, and then this group of flames quickly spread throughout Feijian's body under the control of his divine sense.

  The green flying sword wrapped in flames has at least doubled in terms of sharpness and overall power at this moment.

  The flying sword was carrying raging fire, and with just one blow, a big hole was pierced through the top of the stone tablet, and it flew past.

   "Pfft!"

  A head of a mid-stage desolate man flew up into the sky, and the blood on his neck spurted out several feet away.

   This sword turned out to behead the opponent's physical body together with the primordial spirit, leaving no life for the opponent.

  The strongest among the six people was beheaded, and none of the remaining desolate monks felt that their necks were stronger than that of the middle-stage monk. At this time, they dared to resist, and scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.

   Losing the channel and letting Wang Hong go away is nothing more than a punishment, and staying here is tantamount to sending him to death. Anyone can weigh which is more important.

  When these Desolate races fled in all directions, Wang Hong didn't go after them. Instead, he picked up the corpses of the Desolate races on the ground, destroyed the formation here, and quickly entered the passage with the ugly turtle.

  (end of this chapter)