A Dharma Form of a giant worm appeared behind Gao Qianyuan, holding a weird token that looked like a dagger. His feet were one inch off the ground, and his breath was endless like the sea, brewing a terrible storm in its gentleness. The water droplets could pierce the stone, and the ocean could destroy the world.
Sensing his Qi, Lan Jingtian, the Earth-shaking Dragon, also showed his own Dharma Form. It was a huge dark ball with a very smooth surface, as if the earth was bent and collapsed according to some natural trend or Dharma and Logos. The surrounding void suddenly shrank toward him, as if it was about to form a ball. The light was deflected and the flow changed, like a demonic domain.
Between them, Mengqi held the scabbard in his left hand, with his back straight. Although he did not show his Dharma Form, his Qi, Essence, Blood, Qi, and Spirit were connected by his martial will. His Qi Ji was like a substance, rushing out of his Mud-pill Palace, straight to the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds. His Qi Ji was overflowing, and the evil Death Will could not approach him. Once it touched him, it would be torn apart immediately.
The three extraordinary grandmasters' breaths stimulated each other. Dark clouds gathered within dozens of miles, and the lightning was dark, giving people a feeling that demons were dancing.
In this situation, whoever moved first would be attacked by the other two. Gao Qianyuan and Lan Jingtian suddenly saw Su Meng, the Frenzied Blade, turn around leisurely and cut off his entangled Qi Ji, as if it was the source of everything, free, free, and untainted.
Hiding his Qi Ji, Gao Qianyuan and Lan Jingtian both felt empty and uncomfortable, and wanted to vomit blood. Their attacks, which were ready to be launched, temporarily lost their target.
Looking at the Frenzied Blade, who had his back to them, Gao Qianyuan and Lan Jingtian felt quite unpredictable. Even if he hid his Qi Ji and showed a big flaw, they still had to be careful not to attack rashly and expose their hidden problems.
Although the man in blue and others had enlightened the Apertures, the entangled Qi Ji had created an oppressive atmosphere and changed astronomical phenomenon. How could they not know the danger of the situation? However, in their eyes, Su Meng, the Frenzied Blade, turned around casually, as if he did not pay attention to them at all. He did not draw their Qi Ji at all, and the enemy had to attack even if they did not want to.
However, the expected crazy attack did not appear. Everything was calm, and the tension from before was like an illusion.
Mengqi smiled and said, "This place is dangerous, I will send you away first."
After saying that, he carried his long blade and walked slowly. He didn't even look at Gao Qianyuan and Lan Jingtian. The thoughts of attacking and being cautious alternated in their minds, but they couldn't decide which was better. Surprisingly, they still didn't dare to take action.
The hearts of the blue-robed man and his sister beat like a drum. They put away their puzzlement and quickly followed Mengqi out of the Golden Tent.
They walked neither slowly nor quickly. However, Lan Jingtian and Gao Qianyuan could not do anything, even though Mengqi did not turn around and kept his back to them.
"It has only been a short time, but he is already so mysterious …" Gao Qianyuan murmured to himself when they disappeared from his sight. Then, he turned to Lan Jingtian.
The two converged their breaths at the same time. Then, one's body collapsed and turned into the Formless Sword Vermin, merging into the void, while the other burrowed into the earth and disappeared without a trace.
Lan Jingtian knew that his opponent's Cultivation Method was weird and could kill people invisibly, like the rumored Blue-blooded People. However, he was not afraid of him at all. He was good at the Earth Cultivation Method, which was also related to the Guru Realm. Earth could subdue water!
Burrowing into the earth, Lan Jingtian tried his best to sense the slight changes of the Earth Force nearby and kept moving.
Suddenly, a trace of coldness came from afar, with unspeakable filth hidden in it, as if the heavy earth had turned into illusory Yin Soil.
This feeling flashed away, but Lan Jingtian was already surprised. He quickly burrowed into the Golden Tent and came to the area where the Shaman of the Longevity Sect used to be stationed.
He jumped out of the ground and was not surprised to see the Nine-Fingered Gao Qianyuan, who seemed to have been looking for something nearby.
Staying alert, Lan Jingtian observed the surroundings and judged the specific location based on the information he got and what he sensed just now.
After a while, he glanced at Gao Qianyuan, who was staring at him covetously. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he did not choose to leave. Instead, he knelt on one knee and raised his right fist. The dark-brown soil swirled around him and hit the ground hard.
The ground did not shake, rise or fall, and there was no sound of collision. It just silently split open, revealing a bottomless crack. Inside the crack was a dirty and cold mist intertwined with pitch-black and dark-green, as if it led to a terrifying and strange place.
"It's really here …" Lan Jingtian exhaled.
Meng Qi had caught one of Gu Erduo's grandsons before. His strength was not strong, but his status was high. He knew about the remnants of the Netherworld Evil Formation set up by the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect. Although the crack connecting to the Nine Serenities had been closed by some irresistible force, a piece of Devil Earth had evolved between his own world and the endless Nine Serenities. It was hidden underground, and it would take years or even decades for it to recover.
There were many treasures and secrets in the Golden Tent that could not be stored in the storage bag and could not be isolated from the senses. They were very conspicuous like fireflies in the dark. The warriors of the Golden Tent and the shamans of the Changsheng Sect did not want to destroy them, so they took them and hid them in the Devil's Earth. Once they found them, they would gain a lot. Maybe the Heavenly Weapon or the formation map was here!
Lan Jingtian was an elder of the Beggar Gang, but he had a bad reputation. He was greedy and selfish, and he sheltered his evil subordinates. After getting the information, he hurried to the Golden Tent and confirmed the existence of the Devil Soil before considering the comparison of strength between the two sides.
There were at least two gurus in that team. Although Meng Qi had a special skill that allowed him to master the power of earth to a great extent and was confident that he could defeat the two gurus, it would be quite difficult to kill them, capture them, and prevent them from escaping with the treasures and secrets. Therefore, the blue-blooded man with nine fingers could be his temporary ally. He could first get rid of the Golden Tent Warriors and the Shaman of the Changshen Sect, and then he could "reason" with them. If the two sides were evenly matched, then they would share the loot equally.
After thinking for a while, Lan Jingtian didn't say anything and directly entered the crack filled with black and green fog. Gao Qianyuan looked indifferent. He glanced at Lan Jingtian coldly and followed him without hesitation.
The Dharma Form appeared, and the void shrank into a ball. The dense and dirty mist was led to other places. Lan Jingtian stepped on the slightly soft soil without any effort.
It was a sloping path downward. The soil was mixed with dark red blood water, making it look soft and muddy. The further down they went, the thicker the cold air in the air became. Frost formed in the surroundings, and icicles hung upside down on the cave ceiling.
Lan Jingtian was a little surprised. This was a very favorable environment for him. His martial arts and physique were not afraid of the deep cold, but the blue-blooded man might not.
Even if the Power of Ice was derived from the Water Element, the Blue-blooded People were more likely to be frozen or frozen when they encountered coldness that exceeded their own limits before they reached a certain level. Their strength would be greatly reduced, and they would have to divert more power to change the environment.
Gao Qianyuan was like a floating cotton, shuttling through the cold air. There was no emotion in his eyes. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing at Lan Jingtian.
His essence was the Formless Sword Vermin, which was the fusion of gold and water. He was not an ordinary blue-blooded man. The extreme cold would affect him, but not as much as he imagined.
Both of them had their own ulterior motives. They were on guard against each other and the hidden dangers. They went down quickly.
After a while, both of them stopped at the same time and looked back.
In their minds, just at the edge of their own senses, there was a stream of vigorous Qi and blood surging up to the sky. The sharp blade cut off the spreading spirit, and did not hide its existence at all.
"Su Meng, the Frenzied Blade!" The name came to their minds at the same time, and they could imagine the scene there.
Su Meng, the Frenzied Blade, was dressed in black, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a long blade. He walked slowly and proudly. It seemed that he was following them, but he did not hide his breath. It seemed that he could close the distance at any time and give a fatal blow, which brought great pressure.
He controlled the distance very precisely, which was just the limit of their endurance. If they were a little bit closer, they would be counterattacked, and if they were a little bit closer, they would be almost invisible, unable to produce such an obvious sense of pressure. He was like a wolf driving a flock of sheep, waiting for the opponent to be exhausted and then calmly launching an attack.
Lan Jingtian's consciousness and Gao Qianyuan looked at each other. They both wanted Meng to counterattack and eliminate the hidden danger. But they were not even allies, so how could they help Meng Qi?
Anyway, they had not found the Golden Tent Warriors yet. Lan Jingtian collected his mind and moved forward cautiously. He decided to ignore Su Meng, the Frenzied Blade, for the time being.
Thud, thud, thud. The sound of Su Meng's footsteps seemed to be directly stepping on Lan Jingtian's heart, making him feel more and more oppressive. He could not help but gnash his teeth in anger. Su Meng was so conceited that he treated Lan Jingtian as nothing. He was just waiting for the opportunity to attack, or driving them to explore the way for him!
Right at this moment, his footsteps came to a stop, because there was no longer a path ahead. A pitch-black stone door towered there, a stone door that was covered in ice crystals.
Did the Devil Earth stop here?
Where were the Golden Tent Warriors?
Could it be that they had entered this door?
Was this the Devil Gate leading to the Nine Serenities?
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