Chapter 1694 The Law of Stripping. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

Chong Mingzong.

Pillow stone Su's, ancestral land.

Layers of restrictions surround a cave house located in the belly of the mountain.

Peiran's aura is condensed like a cloud of smoke, filling the room.

In the void where countless runes were destroyed, groups surrounded the main seat above the alchemy.

A stick of spiritual incense was lit in the three-legged copper furnace of gilt suanni, exhaling ink-colored smoke, making it more gloomy and cold.

Su Li was dressed in a golden crown and was concentrating on his cultivation while sitting with his eyes slightly closed.

The time around him became extremely slow unknowingly.

The speed of the extinction of the rune culture is almost stagnant, and it takes a long time to flicker once; the cloud of aura, which was originally flowing softly, is stagnant like a picture scroll; the smoke column in the copper furnace maintains the shape of going straight to the ceiling of the cave, unchanged for a long time.

Su Lijing didn't notice that time was slowing down at all. The speed of his breathing and exercise was exactly the same as the surrounding scene, maintaining the same slow rhythm.

At this moment, he jumped up suddenly, his movements were as quick as lightning, but suddenly he interrupted his practice, and started to use his hands and feet together, dancing insanely.

The body had moved, but Su Lijing's thinking was still moving slowly, and there was no time to react at all.

After dancing for a while, he suddenly realized that his rules... were gone!

Su Lijing's complexion changed drastically immediately, but his body couldn't stop at all. He jumped more and more frantically, his steps staggered, and the more he jumped, the more chaotic he became, and his mind gradually became chaotic, crazy, and distorted...

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Yousu grave.

The white mist filled wantonly, the dead ancient trees, the branches stretched their teeth and danced their claws, pointing directly at the sky, the cloudy air was thick, condensed like water droplets, dripping into the forest from time to time.

The strong bloody smell gradually diffused.

Cages, large and small, hang from the branches, looking like lanterns in secular seasons.

In each cage, there are several mortals with complete limbs and full of energy. These mortals are all expressionless and dumbfounded at the moment, as if they have lost all the emotions of living people, like walking corpses, lifeless.

The gazes of all mortals were dully focused on a snow-white ghost.

The ghost was like a human being, with white robe and white skin, almost blending with the white mist. There were two eyes under the eyebrows, and deep in the pupils, there was a black flame slowly dancing.

It is "prisoner".

At this moment, it is grabbing half of a mortal's body, nibbling slowly.

The mortals in the cage just looked at this scene blankly, like domestic animals in captivity, they have long been accustomed to this bloody scene, without any emotional fluctuations or violent behavior.

"Prisoner" bit by bit a piece of flesh, its movements suddenly became extremely slow.

The blood stains at the corners of the mouth slowly slid down the room, and the breathing of the living people around, as well as the occasional adjustment of posture, also suddenly took a long time.

Every action, every movement seems to be broken down into individual frozen pictures, and it takes a long time to complete.

The "prisoner" didn't feel anything unusual, it looked at the many cages in front of it very calmly.

The living people here are all those islands that it raises in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Pigeons, and they have just been sacrificed to it.

It's a pity that in this world, the human race is respected.

Therefore, it can only eat the flesh and blood of these mortals without the slightest cultivation, and occasionally it can taste the taste of casual cultivation. But the monks of the nine major sects, especially those Tianjiao with pure mana, profound cultivation, and perfect body, or high-level monks, have never tasted it.

Last time, it had a chance to compete for the "curse", but then it didn't know what happened, and the blood food it got suddenly disappeared...

Just as he was thinking, the "prisoner" suddenly stopped eating, his movements accelerated sharply, and he began to dance wildly.

Like Su Li Jing, it dances extremely fast, but its thinking is extremely slow. When it reacts and finds something wrong, the rules it mastered have completely disappeared...

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Yousu grave.

White mist filled the sky.

White silks hang down from the sky, and a living person hangs upside down on each white silk.

All the living people, no matter men, women, old or young, did not cry or make noise, and there was a strong greedy color on everyone's face.

A middle-aged scribe in a fur coat stood with his hands behind his back, his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was preoccupied and angry, just like the essence.

Behind it, followed step by step a young man in green clothes. The young man's face was full of dense mouths, he was a "greedy slave".

At this moment, Tan Nu is holding the head of a mortal and sucking his brain.

"Yu" quietly watched the greedy slave eat.

These are just offerings from the village on the island. Without cultivation, it has little interest. Rather than taste the taste of such inferior blood food, it prefers to use it to feed greedy slaves.

Everything around is extremely slow, as if suddenly solidified into a picture scroll.

At this moment, "Yu" suddenly raised his hand, and danced quickly on the ground.

Jumping and jumping, "Yu"'s expression suddenly changed, it lost its own rules...

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floating habitat.

Strange and strange, on the side of a chessboard.

The immortal from the lower realms sat with his clothes folded. On the chessboard in front of him, the black pieces were scattered and defeated, but the white pieces were radiant and majestic, surrounding the black pieces without any vitality.

The immortal picked up the white piece and landed it in a certain position, the game is over, and the winner is already divided!

He won this game of chess again!

The next moment, the blood moon above his head quietly disappeared as if being wiped away by an invisible force.

A flawless and perfect implication spread out again.

The "unstained state" appears again!

From the day he entered the Floating Life Realm, he played a total of five games of chess until now, and only then did he successfully dispel all the methods that the two fallen immortals used on him!

Of course, these five games of chess were not won by normal means.

Even if he is an immortal, he doesn't want to easily enter the floating life...

Thinking of this, the immortal raised his head and looked across the chessboard. His eyes were empty and there was no sign of him.

He stood up and looked directly towards the direction of the Eternal Night Desert. Of the two fallen immortals in this world, one has not yet released the seal, and the other is trying to re-enter the fairyland...

The latter has no immortal position now, so there is nothing to fear;

On the contrary, it is the former... Once the seal is broken, the consequences will be disastrous!

Deal with the one in the Eternal Night Desert first!

With this in mind, the Immortal was about to come to the Desert of Eternal Night again, when suddenly his legs took a dance step uncontrollably. At the same time, a law that He had mastered seemed to be being forced into the Immortal Body by an irresistible force. Pull away!

Immediately, the immortal looked in the direction of Qingyao Mountain. His gaze passed through countless restrictions and thousands of mountains and rivers. He soon saw that in the ruins of Yuyuan, the sky was full of crimson, and the giant Cui Wei tree turned into a totem, filling the world with mysterious power !

The fourth one will wait again, in the yard.