Immortal Space

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

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 Desolate people did not show any abnormalities, and continued to tease a woman from the Desolate tribe who was big and thick, with a flat nose and a wide mouth.

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

It made this barren woman very angry. Just as my old lady 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 and horses. 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 desolate race, and a small number of them have reached the third level. It seems that they have just entered the level not long ago.

It seems that this Qu Han is still very useful, but it is better for him not to show himself 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 the small yuan world, 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, and he had 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.

Ever since this strong man from the Desolate race appeared, Wang Hong had been on guard all the time. At this moment, 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 looked much larger 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 monks of the Desolate race all have a common feature, that is, their bodies are extremely strong, and it is commonplace to use their fists and magic weapons to fight each other.

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

"Excellent sword! It's a pity that I didn't meet the Lord of the Ming Dynasty and humiliated this treasure. Today is the time when the sword changes hands and meets the Lord of the 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, and this flying sword can hurt him even in the hands of a negligible refining monk. If it is in his hands, it is definitely a magic 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 a very poisonous poison. At this moment, the very poison on the flying sword had penetrated into his body through this small wound.

Immediately afterwards, before Wang Hong could recall the flying sword, a giant fist had already dropped 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 punch and was still alive, and was still thinking about struggling, his eyes were like looking at a boy who gave away treasures.

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

Then came several consecutive punches, punching to 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 at the moment the condition is extremely poor, the head was flattened, the facial features were twisted and squeezed together, the bones on the body had been broken into many pieces, and the internal organs had become a mass of paste.

But for 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, and he still has no means to use. He wants to know where the limit of his fighting power is.

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

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

Wang Hong is still waiting for an opportunity. He has quietly recalled the green flying sword to the nearby area. The one-time magic weapon refined with the horn of the one-horned snake has been secretly communicated with his 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 lamented that 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 for a while, unable to exert all his strength.

The 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!"

Just as Patriarch Sanli had this thought, Wang Hong's green flying sword attacked him again.

This time he didn't dare to use his fists to forcefully catch the flying sword, but the flying sword was already approaching, and he didn't have time 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 wrap the bone nail in his 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 penetrated into his body.

Patriarch Sanli hadn't killed Wang Hong yet, but he had been poisoned by two poisons, and now he only felt weak in hands and feet.

"It's just an ant, dare to plot against the old man, I 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 out of nowhere flew out a long black stick eight feet long and more than one foot in diameter.

Taking the long stick in hand, he immediately swung the long stick, smashing the green flying sword several kilometers away with one stick, and then threw the stick at Wang Hong at the bottom of the pit, intending to kill Wang Hong with this stick.

At this moment, a huge flaming dragon flew out in front of Wang Hong, directly resisting the blow of the long stick.

As the giant dragon flew into the air, its size had grown to a length of several miles, and at the same time, there was a tumbling river of lava accompanying the giant dragon.

"A mere Void Refining cultivator has so many treasures on his body!"

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 no small matter. After several rounds, Patriarch Sanli was already at a disadvantage.

And the poison in his body is becoming more and more serious because he has no time to suppress it. If he fights any further, he may lose.

Seeing that the dragon's body that is several miles long is about to wrap around him, if he is entangled and unable to escape, even if he is not killed by the dragon in the end, it is very likely that he will die of poison.

If he hadn't been poisoned in advance, he wouldn't be afraid, but now that his own strength has been greatly reduced, he is really not sure.

So the Patriarch 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 Patriarch Sanli 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.

The rank of this fire dragon magic weapon is too high, 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 the 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 don't let me fight against others. If I make a move, even if the ancestor of the Desolate race comes, I will let him peel off his skin."

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

"oh!"

Immediately it turned into a big tortoise, 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 arrive near the entrance of the passage. Now that Wang Hong's injury has not recovered, he can't rush in rashly.

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

While recovering from his wounds, he took the opportunity to re-strengthen Huo Long's seals. Last time he only used it for a short time, some of the seals on Huo Long's were a little loose.

"The Desolate race 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 forcefully break through.

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

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

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, this matter is on the old turtle's shoulders!" 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 manner.

The few Desolate people guarding 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 by himself, 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."

"Come on, 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 moment 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 he's out of his mind.

Therefore, there is definitely deceit here, let's 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 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.

Along the way, Ugly Turtle walked towards the entrance of the passage with an arrogant demeanor. The closer the distance was, the more nervous he became, but the other party was still unwilling to chase him out.

He estimated the distance, then 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, and 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 turn into a dead turtle in all likelihood.

Wang Hong gave him a task, but he had to complete it, so he just sat on the mountain bag and yelled insults.

Seeing this, the desolate monks on the opposite side became more sure of Ugly Turtle's plan, and were 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 did not take this kind of insults seriously.

Just when Ugly Turtle was spitting and talking dry, 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 shall we do then?"

"Then kill them in a fair manner."

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

"Put on these two pieces of armor!"

Wang Hong threw two pieces of armor to Ugly Turtle. He used jasper trees as materials to refine many armors and put them on countless layers.

After the last battle with Patriarch Sanli, his confidence in the soft armor on his body has greatly increased, and these spare 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 Void Refining Realm Desolate Clan stationed there, although it seems that they still have the advantage at the moment, seeing this person approaching one by one, they actually became a little timid.

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

Although this large formation will suppress his display of strength to a great extent, it has no effect on his spiritual consciousness.

Repeating 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 Clan, as long as this person is eliminated, the rest of the people will not be worried.

The leading Desolate Clan in the mid-stage of Void Refinement had just sacrificed a magic weapon when they suddenly felt a tingling pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then a ring-shaped magic weapon in the sea of ​​consciousness rotated quickly, and then returned to normal.

"Hahaha... Unexpectedly, we are all equipped with the magic weapon of Yuanshen, which is specially designed to defend against your divine sense attack.

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

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!"

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

Seeing the extraordinary momentum of the flying sword, the Desolate Clan in the mid-stage of Void Refinement hurriedly greeted Wang Hong's flying sword with the sword they had just sacrificed.

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

After Feijian cut off the big sword, he 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 period of time.

At the same time as Wang Hong launched the attack, the remaining five Desolate people also spared no effort to attack Wang Hong and the ugly turtle.

Ugly Turtle faced two opponents at the same time, and was already weak to deal with it, 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 cultivators 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 defensive laws, let alone hurt Wang Hong.

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

When Wang Hong's strength was suppressed and he 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 Desolate tribe monks to be helpless to fight back.

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

It turned out that he had a 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, and 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.

With a raging fire, Feijian pierced a big hole in the stone tablet with just one blow, and flew past.

"Pfft!"

A head of a mid-stage Desolate Race expert flew into the sky, and the blood from his neck sprayed 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 to let Wang Hong go is just a punishment, and staying here is tantamount 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.