OBS Chapter 631: The Bottom Of The Cliff
Chapter 631: The Bottom Of The Cliff
Under the suppression of the special rules of the Immortal Mansion, the monstrous Magic power failed, but the physique of the cultivators was still countless times stronger than that of ordinary people.
Even if you can't fly in the air, you can climb rocks with your bare hands.
The level of vigor of the skill is not inferior to that of the spirit ape in the dense forest of Cangshan Mountain, swimming at high speed in various protrusions and crevices of the mountain wall, heading towards the bottom of the cliff.
As for those Tianjiao from great powers, they are not as embarrassed as others.
They were all shot by their respective high-ranking lords, using the only trace of Magic power they could use to control the heavy treasures they carried, and slowly descended from the air.
The Ye family sacrificed a three-legged bronze tripod, carrying dozens of figures.
Several members of the Lin family stepped on a broken bowl with a missing corner.
Others pedal Flying Sword, sit on a lotus platform, and drive a fiery red Calabash...
In short, each shows his talents.
"Each of you depends on your ability, this is also an experience for you..." Huo San's words startled Sun Xiaokong, who was about to climb on Queen Qi's back.
"Ah, Master, this is unnecessary..."
"It's not necessary? Are you questioning me as a teacher?" Huo San said with a smirk on his face, "Should I send you down with a kick for my teacher, anyway, you can't fall to your death..."
Sun Xiaokong panicked when he heard this.
"No, no, the Master said it is necessary, the disciple takes orders!"
It's true that he couldn't die from the fall, but it hurts. A free fall from 2,800 feet would require him to lie on the bed for at least a few days.
"Ling'er, can you do it?" Sun Xiaokong turned his head to look at Zhou Linger, with a worried expression on his face.
Zhou Ling'er chuckled.
"Idiot, Cultivation Base has been suppressed, Magic power can't be used, we are almost at the same starting line now, others can do it, of course I have no problem."
"Don't worry, I can do it alone."
"Well, Linger, be more careful," Sun Xiaokong ordered, and then jumped down the cliff, "I'll go find the way for everyone first..."
"Xiaokong, wait for me!" Yaoyang followed closely afterward.
Originally, Mr. Zhuang wanted to use the scorching sun golden wheel brought out from the shrine to carry him down, but he was refused.
Because the idol just said that this is a kind of experience, he naturally became very interested.
The three little foxes, Su Lingyu, Su Xingze, and Su Yan showed their original shapes, and the three flaming shadows flew on the mountain wall, much faster than most cultivators.
"My lord, Xiao Kong and the others are all going down, let's follow too..." Qi Huang suggested.
Elder Zhuang also put away the scorching sun golden wheel in his hand, ready to go down with his bare hands.
"It doesn't need to be so troublesome," Huo San smiled slightly, "Experience is the business of their juniors, so we don't have to..."
As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and swiped lightly, tearing open a crack in the void with ease.
Qi Huang is fine, he has long been used to it.
But Elder Zhuang of Yaori Shrine's pupils were dilated.
His Cultivation Base is all released, but he is a peerless cultivator at the peak of Dachangsheng, and he can almost be said to be the number one person under the Supreme of Yao Ritian.
It was for this reason that the Heavenly Monarch and Mistress of the Shrine would rest assured that they would escort the Young Master of the Shrine to evacuate Yao Ritian.
Just now, even if Mr. Zhuang secretly let go of all the Cultivation Base, he still couldn't perceive any laws, let alone use the method of space teleportation.
"Could it be that he is really the master of the legendary Temple of Slaughtering God..." Mr. Zhuang secretly speculated in his heart.
He has always had doubts about Huo San's identity.
Although Sun Xiaokong said more than once that his Master is the real master of the Temple of Killing God, and Mr. Zhuang also believed it, but he was shaken again after seeing him in person.
Isn't the Killing Temple a killer organization?
Then its owner should be the most powerful killer, killer leader, killer Supreme.
How could it be such a harmless little boy with no murderous intent...
Until now, when Elder Zhuang saw that Huo San could calmly tear apart the void while everyone was being suppressed, he finally understood the horror of the latter.
Absolutely unfathomable.
At least none of the Supreme powerhouses he has seen in his life has ever given him such a feeling...
"Old Zhuang, what are you thinking, hurry up..." Qi Huang urged with a smile.
As for what Mr. Zhuang was thinking, in fact, he could make a rough guess.
It's nothing more than being shocked by the lord's unpredictable means, and I will become numb after seeing too much in the future.
...
The 2,800 feet from the mountain platform to the cliff did not delay the cultivators much time.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, most of them came down.
Of course, there are also some who missed and fell directly.
Bloody, inhuman, red and white filth stained large tracts of land.
Originally, with the means of the cultivators present, even if they were suppressed, it was absolutely impossible to miss, but it was unavoidable for those with bad intentions to hinder them and deliberately reduce competitors for their own side.
Even though they all knew that the ones who could be reduced were opponents of equal strength to themselves, and that the arrogance of the great forces could not be threatened, they still did something disgusting.
Everything is the same, often the competition at the bottom is the fiercest...
"Hey, the old guy who was kicked down by me, wouldn't he also be thrown into shit..." Sun Xiaokong said jokingly.
The people who fell were smashed to pieces, and the corpses were stuck together and couldn't be separated. In addition, the Divine Sense couldn't be used, so naturally they couldn't identify each other.
The cultivators of the Haotianmen all dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out.
When they climbed down from the mountain wall just now, they lost a lot of manpower, so naturally they didn't dare to say anything, lest they be taken over by that little evil star.
"The suppressive force at the bottom of the cliff seems to be getting stronger, and the Magic power has almost completely failed..."
"If there are any terrible creatures hidden in the Minor World in this Immortal Mansion, then it will be really troublesome, maybe..."
"Shut your crow's mouth! If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb..."
Cultivators who have lost the support of Magic power are like ordinary people who have suddenly lost their light. They are already trembling, and they are even more afraid of the unknown.
But the surrounding Xianzhen Spiritual herbs still have an irresistible allure.
"Huh? This... turned out to be the Nine-Aperture Spiritual Roots that have surpassed ten thousand years!"
"It's really Jiuqiao Spiritual Roots, there's more than one plant!"
Many people exclaimed.
"This is a precious medicine that can prolong the life of a cultivator for thousands of years. If you take it, you may have enough time to go further..." A very old man in ragged clothes stepped forward quickly, wanting to take it Adopted.
But when he just touched it, the Spiritual Roots turned into a green snake, biting the old man's throat...