Chapter 2780 Black Hands

Among the fragments, a cloud of black mist leisurely flashed.

After the black mist circled around in place, it flew straight towards Liu Lang.

"Do you think I'm a bully?"

Liu Lang sneered, grabbed the black mist from the air, and stopped the black mist three steps away.

However, at the next moment, the swirling black mist suddenly transformed into a thin needle-tipped black thread, piercing through Liu Lang's defense and piercing Liu Lang's palm.

"Huh?" Liu Lang raised his eyebrows.

Although it was an air defense, Liu Lang knew very well how strong that defense was. It is not an exaggeration to say that the moment the black mist turned into a black line, the power of the gods had already erupted.

"What about Tianzun?"

Liu Lang curled his lips, and with a thought, the Wutian Sacred Tablet stood in front of his palm.

With the improvement of his cultivation, Liu Lang became more proficient in using the Wutian Sacred Tablet. The Wutian Sacred Tablet, which was shaped like a brick, is like a transparent film at this moment, and it is difficult to see its trace.

At least, Pei Duhuan and Peng Zijian couldn't see the existence of Wutian Sacred Monument.

In their view, Liu Lang used his fleshy palms to resist the black mist's surprise attack.

The two took a step back at the same time, pulling away the distance from Liu Lang. The black mist came from the real essence, and the corpse whose vitality and spiritual power had been drained, maybe this black mist was the culprit.

If the black fog hits them, their first choice is definitely not to carry it, but to dodge it.

However, things happened too fast, even if they wanted to remind Liu Lang, it was too late.

The next moment, the black mist evolved into a needle-tipped black line, which accurately pierced Liu Lang's "palm".

"boom!"

After a loud explosion, Liu Lang's palm was unharmed, but the black line that touched it quickly collapsed.

Just kidding, the Wutian Sacred Tablet is a sacred weapon, and those who can block the blow of the Wutian Sacred Tablet must at least be at the holy level. Obviously, the black line is far from the holy steps.

And as the black mist dissipated, three round beads appeared in front of Liu Lang.

"What is this bead?" Liu Lang didn't dare to touch it with his hands. After transforming the Wutian Sacred Tablet into a ground-level long sword,

Liu Lang carefully touched one of the beads with the blade of his sword.

"Crack!"

Just one click, and the beads shattered.

A large amount of energy and blood flowed out of the pillar, and under the impact of the energy and blood, the two beads next to it were broken immediately, and the real essence and spiritual energy scattered all over the audience.

For cultivators, this kind of external power of qi and blood, true essence, and spiritual power is a great tonic. On weekdays, everyone cultivates, isn't it just to transform spiritual energy into the power of qi and blood, true essence, and spiritual power? Mental power?

Pei Duhuan and Peng Zijian were stunned for a moment, and quickly absorbed the true energy scattered in the air.

Both of them are qi refiners, the power of qi and blood and spiritual power are of little significance to them.

But Liu Lang is a fellow practitioner of the Three Laws, and the energy, blood and mental power that Pei Duhuan and Peng Zijian didn't need were all taken advantage of by Liu Lang in the end. However, the energy Liu Lang needs to raise his realm far exceeds that of ordinary cultivators.

Pei Duhuan and Peng Zijian thought it was a big meal, but with Liu Lang, it wasn't even an appetizer.

Of course, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat, and Liu Lang couldn't refuse the real energy, blood power, and spiritual power that were sent to his mouth. Absorbing forming energy directly is more efficient than transforming aura.

After the power of qi and blood, true energy, and spiritual power in the air were swallowed up, the three began to think about where the energy in the three pillars came from, and what was the black mist before.

"Could it be that the black mist drained the cultivator's blood power, true energy, and spiritual power, and then put them in beads for preservation?" Pei Duhuan is a golden fairy after all, and he quickly understood the ins and outs of the matter. .

"This should be."

Liu Lang nodded, "Judging from the strength of true energy, energy and blood, and mental strength, the cultivator who turned into a mummy had at least reached the mid-Golden Immortal stage."

"Is it the middle stage of Golden Immortal?"

Pei Duhuan and Peng Zijian looked at each other and swallowed a mouthful of spit.

Black Mist's ability to drain the cultivators of the mid-Golden Immortal stage proved its strength. If Liu Lang hadn't defeated Heiwu at the mid-Golden Immortal stage, they would probably have become Heiwu's dinner at this moment.

"I hope this black mist is just an example, otherwise, the cultivators who went down to the Tiankeng before may all suffer." Liu Lang sighed and said with emotion.

Although he said so, his intuition told him that there was no way this black mist could be just one cloud.

And these black mist, the power to extract the qi and blood of the cultivator, the true energy, and the spiritual power, are probably not for themselves. Judging from the previous confrontation, the black mist has no spiritual wisdom, only tends to the true essence, the power of qi and blood. Instincts of strength and psychic power.

The reason why Heiwu chose Liu Lang among the three just now is because Liu Lang is the strongest, with the most powerful blood, true energy, and mental power.

"However, many cultivators came to Beihuang and descended to Tiankeng only after receiving messages from relatives and friends. If those people are already dead, how can they send messages?"

Pei Duhuan said hesitantly.

"It's not difficult to fake someone's summons. After all, it's not face-to-face. Even if it's face-to-face, you can fake it."

Liu Lang took a deep breath and said, "If that's the case, the black mist we just defeated is just a tool. Behind this tool, there must be a black hand."

"Could it be that someone wants to use the black mist to extract the cultivator's true vitality, blood power, and spiritual power for their own use in order to quickly improve their cultivation?" Following Liu Lang's train of thought, Peng Zijian murmured Soliloquy.

After talking about this possibility, Peng Zijian was taken aback.

Even when the two clans are fighting and blood is flowing like rivers, no one dares to use this evil method to practice. To exchange the lives of large-scale cultivators in exchange for improving their cultivation base is to risk the displeasure of the world. become the target of public criticism.

"If that's the case, we really have to find this ambitious wolf out and chop it up!"

Liu Lang secretly clenched his fists.

After staying for a while, the three continued on.

Soon, they found the second mummy.

With previous experience, Liu Lang didn't wait for the mummy to shatter by itself, and directly slapped the mummy, and sure enough, another cloud of black mist broke out.

Still using the Wutian Sacred Tablet to defeat the black mist, three beads that preserved the mummy's vitality, true energy, and spiritual power appeared in front of the three of them.

Pei Duhuan immediately wanted to do what Liu Lang did before, smashing the beads with the blade of the long sword in his hand, and then absorbing the true energy in them, but before he could do anything, he was stopped by Liu Lang.

"Once the bead is broken, most of the blood energy, true energy, and spiritual power inside will be lost. Mr. Pei, you should just swallow it!" Liu Lang pointed to one of the three beads and said to Pei Duhuan Said.