Chapter 122 Law of Heaven and Earth
Lan Tinglie was shocked and angry. His copper bell was the treasure of the altar and had been refined for hundreds of years. In past battles, even if he could not help the enemy, he had never been like this. They were suppressed in the blink of an eye and fell into the hands of the enemy.
But he didn't have time to think too much. The rope that suddenly flew to him was obviously a rare treasure. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding space began to solidify, and his own magic power became blocked.
The soul behind him walked down the altar and became one with his body.
In an instant, the demonic flames surged into the sky, and the body suddenly grew in size, becoming more than ten feet tall. The hands carrying the demonic flames grabbed the Huntian Rope.
This is the Dharma, Heaven, and Earth, where God and the body merge, thus possessing infinite power.
However, Lan Tinglie still underestimated the Huntian Rope. This is the treasure of the floating world. It is refined by the heavenly monks in the Lingxu Sect. Once it is sacrificed in the Dao Fire Realm, it can fight against the Shentai. .
Although Gu Yuanqing has not been practicing for a long time and cannot exert his true power, he borrowed the power of Beiquan Mountain and cannot be regarded as ordinary fire realm.
The power of the two combined is far from as simple as one plus one equals two.
No matter how hard he tries, he can pull away the mountain, but he can't break the rope of the sky.
He kept struggling while roaring, and the demonic flames turned into substance. However, every time the Huntian Rope expanded by one point, it shrank by another three points. Slowly, Lan Tinglie's Dharma Appearance body continued to shrink.
Moreover, Gu Yuanqing did not just wait. He separated a force from Beiquan Mountain and turned into a giant palm to press down, and the phantom of the green mountain blessed it.
Lan Tinglie only felt that his true energy and soul had become stagnant, and his heart was beating, constantly warning.
Who dared to hesitate, chanted the mantra, activated the secret method, and in an instant, his body shape changed again, with the shadow of a giant elephant looming, and his strength became three points stronger, holding on to the Huntian Rope.
Then the demonic flames on his body turned into a demonic dragon, roared, and moved towards the palm print on his head.
But in the next second, the demonic dragon disappeared into thin air, while Gu Yuanqing's palm print only dissipated for three points and still fell steadily.
Bang!
The Lan Tinglie in the sky turned into a meteor and fell down, hitting the ground. The ground shook, and the smoke and dust turned into a mushroom cloud and rose up.
But Lan Tinglie did not die, or was even seriously injured. His body was still standing firmly, and his physical strength was jaw-dropping.
But this blow shook away his vitality and soul for a moment. Huntian Rope took the opportunity to shrink, and Lan Tinglie's body was pressed to the size of a normal human. He only had the last step to capture him.
Gu Yuanqing raised his eyebrows, he had used too little strength just now!
He still had some questions to ask, and wanted to find out the situation in this world from this person's mouth, so he was afraid of slapping him to death, so it seemed that he had underestimated the Shentai realm.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and made another palm print.
The power of this palm is three points greater than before.
Lan Tinglie's expression changed when he saw it. With this palm strike, he was afraid that his only path would disappear and he would die.
At this time, he shouted: "Wait a minute! I have something to say."
Gu Yuanqing ignored it indifferently, and if he had anything to say, he would wait until he was beaten half to death and then captured.
Lan Tinglie couldn't see Gu Yuanqing, but when he saw the palm prints continuing to fall, he shouted again: "You are also a human race, if you want to kill me, you need to answer my question!"
Gu Yuanqing's The palm print was condensed half an inch away from Lan Tinglie's head, but the intention of suppression was already revealed. While Lan Tinglie's true energy was stagnant, the rope of the sky had been gathered, completely suppressing and binding Lan Tinglie, unable to move.
Gu Yuanqing's palm posture changed, he grabbed it in his hand and took it back to Beiquan Mountain.
With a thought, Lan Tinglie's true energy was pushed back into the Taoist womb. His spiritual thoughts were imprisoned on the altar, and he immediately lost all senses except his physical body.
"What did you want to say just now?" Gu Yuanqing said calmly. Lan Tinglie gasped for breath. There was great terror between life and death. A monk from the Shentai had a lifespan of eight hundred. Even if he had gone through hundreds of battles, it was difficult to treat him normally when faced with life and death.
But not long after, he seemed to have calmed down his Taoist mind, and seemed to feel that there was no way to escape. He regained his composure: "Since my skills are inferior to others, it is only natural for you to kill me. I, Lan Tinglie, have no choice but to kill me." You can say that, but if you are of human blood, You must promise me something."
Gu Yuanqing laughed: "I have never heard of killing an enemy without agreeing to the enemy's conditions. However, I heard you talk about human blood. That’s okay.”
Lan Tinglie said in a deep voice: "There are 368,000 people of my human race in the three thousand miles around my cave. Without the protection of the monks from the Shentai, within a hundred days, they will all be reduced to demon rations. After you kill me, , you need to take on the responsibility of shelter. "
Gu Yuanqing was stunned when he heard the words. These words were beyond his expectation. General Lan Tinglie looked up and down, recalling that the demonic energy was overwhelming, and he was going to kill him without saying a few words. He couldn't tell. Still such a person.
Lan Tinglie saw Gu Yuanqing's questioning eyes and felt insulted, and said angrily: "Although I, Lan Tinglie, consider myself not a good person and have countless innocent souls on my hands, as a monk of the altar, I should Successor It is the ambition of the ancestors of the clan and you should shoulder the responsibilities you deserve. If you still have clan blood in your body, you should do this. Otherwise, not only will you get nothing, but I will curse you with three disasters and nine disasters even if my soul is gone. Once you are here, you will never recover, You will never be reincarnated!"
Gu Yuanqing's smile slowly faded: "You said there are 368,000 people under your rule?"
"Yes, as long as you agree to this matter, If you want to kill or behead, please listen. Your Majesty! Your mountain is too small to be worthy of the monks on the altar. If you swear by your soul, I will give you the magic array token of my cave. By then, all kinds of treasures and magic stones will be in the cave. Yours.”
In Beiquan Mountain, Gu Yuanqing could clearly sense Lan Tinglie's emotions and could see that what he said was true. He frowned slightly and said slowly: "I will not accept the responsibility of protecting you."
Lan Ting Lie couldn't help but curse: "You are a human monk in vain, you are a beast... "
"But I can let you go back!"
As soon as the words came out, Lan Tinglie was stunned for a moment, and then asked in disbelief: "You won't kill me?"
“Why, do you want to die so much?”
"Of course not, it's just that you and I have become enemies. If you let me go, wouldn't it be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain and leaving behind troubles?"
Gu Yuanqing chuckled: "Are you trying to persuade me to cut off the roots and eliminate future troubles?"
< br>"No, of course not, who would seek death by himself?" Lan Tinglie said sarcastically.
"But..."
Lan Tinglie's expression changed slightly: "If you want to plant a soul mark in my soul and make you a slave, then you are thinking wrong. Well, if I, Lan Tinglie, want to be enslaved, I will not stay beside this hundred thousand mountains.”
Gu Yuanqing said calmly: "You think too much, what use are you to me? I just said that before letting you leave, you need to inform me of the situation in this realm."
"You Not from the Dragon Demon Region? That’s right. With your cultivation, you are definitely not an unknown person, but I have never heard of the method you used.”
"Where I come from has nothing to do with you. If you want to leave, just do as I say."
Lan Tinglie immediately said: "What do you want to know?"
< br>"The distribution of power in this area, who are the masters? What level is it? What are the taboos."
"The map of regional power distribution is in my Qiankun bag. As for the masters..."
Gu Yuanqing raised his hand to find Lanting Lie's storage bag, opened it using the method of guarding objects, and took out an animal skin.
“But this thing?”
Lan Tinglie’s pupils shrank when he saw this scene. He was still alive, and there was a mark of his soul on the storage bag, but he was treated like this by Gu Yuanqing in front of his face. Opening it easily, to do this, unless you are...a great monk in the heavenly realm?
(End of this chapter)