Chapter 850 Rain

However, the answer to Wei Wuya was a pink tentacle extending from the black door.

Tentacles thicker than thighs slammed into the crowd like battering rams.

But no one present was Yi Yi. As early as the tentacles attacked, they had already scattered into the sky, and their bodies emitted various colors of body-protecting auras.

The second one.

The third root.

…

Countless tentacles scrambled to get out from behind the door, squeezing the door that was burning with black flames and completely distorting it.

That is the enemy of all living things.

This concept appeared in the minds of all the monks for no reason.

In just a few breaths, the door, which was originally only as high as one person, was squeezed into a passage that was large enough for ten people to pass side by side.

"kill!"

"We must destroy that monster before it comes out completely!"

"Capture the thief first. Capture the king first. Let's kill the source that summoned this monster!"

"..."

The huge pressure coming from behind the black door made it impossible for them to calm down and watch the changes.

Regardless of whether you can beat him or not, you must take action first!

In a flash of lightning, more than 20 god-transformation monks completed their division of labor.

They were divided into two teams, one team was preparing to use powerful Zhenyi Dao skills to target the monster behind the black door, while the other team was like an arrow from a string, killing Bai Mo on the ground.

Bai Mo slowly opened his eyes, and with his mixed black, white, and silver eyes, he glanced at the black door, and then at the white door.

Then a Bai Mo also walked out of the white door.

It's just that compared to the other Bai Mo, the expression on this Bai Mo's face is colder and more ruthless.

Bai Mo walked out from behind the door without saying a word, and gently raised his right hand. A colorful crystal wall was instantly generated in the void, blocking the team of cultivators attacking the three-color pupil Bai Mo.

"You're just trying to stop me with your little tricks?!" Everyone cast spells casually, breaking the crystal wall in front of them, and the scattered fragments fell to the ground.

"Zhenjun Xuanhe, are you here to see the fragments of this crystal wall?" Just as the others were preparing to attack again, the voice from Ji Xuande, the elder of Yanghuo Palace, attracted their attention.

"Aren't these just some spirit stone fragments? What's there to see?"

"They are all low-grade spiritual stones."

"..."

"Wait, spirit stone fragments? That Taoist Bai actually used the spirit stone to do the earth wall technique?!"

"About thirteen thousand spirit stones."

How powerful the spiritual thought of the cultivator is, but in just a few moments, he has already deduced from the number of fragments on the ground how many spiritual stones were used to build the "earth wall technique" that just intercepted him.

"Thirteen thousand spirits..."

There are more than 10,000 spiritual stones, not to mention the Soul Transformation monks, even the Nascent Soul monks will not take it too seriously, but it is another thing to throw it out casually as a move.

It feels like a billionaire watching someone throw a wad of 10,000 bills at him as a weapon, and then using his backhand to cook mung bean paste.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Dong dong dong!"

"Dong dong dong dong..."

"It's raining?"

"Or hail?"

When they were still wondering why the other party used such a wasteful and powerless trick, something seemed to fall from the sky, hitting everyone's protective aura again and again.

The impact was so slight that it was no different to them than rain falling on them.

Moreover, foreign objects that hit the body-protecting aura were directly beaten into powder by the body-protecting aura.

"It's not hail."

"It's a spiritual stone."

"Spiritual Stone Rain?!"

The pitter-pattering rain of spirit stones not only hit the god-transforming monks who were dealing with Bai Mo, but even the monks who had been holding back their big moves and prepared to give the black gate monster a hard blow were also struck by this inexplicable rain of spirit stones. The rain made me confused.

…

The rain is getting heavier.

From the drizzle at the beginning to the heavy rain now, the fine and dense spiritual stones kept hitting everyone's body-protecting spiritual light.

Of course, this wasn't even considered an attack, but what happened before them was so weird that they couldn't help but slow down.

With every breath, hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones fall like rain.

"Taoist Bai?"

"Don't you want resources?" Bai Mo, who walked out of the white gate, spoke his first words in a slightly stiff voice after the battle so far.

"All for you."

As he spoke, the rain of spiritual stones became even heavier.

"..."

Now everyone was confused.

At one time, he was a world-destroying monster who wanted to kill them, and at another time, he was a kind man who was crazy about scattering spiritual stones. Could it be that this Taoist Bai was one body with two souls?

There is no such thing as schizophrenia in the Yuanyang world, but there is a similar situation. Two or even multiple personalities share the same body. They call it one body with two souls or one body with multiple souls.

"There is also the last silver door. What is behind it? Is it his third soul?" Wei Wuya made a guess after making a slight analogy.

Compared with the first two doors, one evil and the other cold, on the contrary, this silver door, which has been silent, exudes an inexplicable kindness.

"Behead three corpses?" Wei Wuya suddenly remembered an anthology of supernatural beings he had read many years ago, in which there was a description of the immortal's practice of beheading three corpses.

It's a pity that there are no real immortals in Yuanyang Realm, so the authenticity of this cultivation method of killing three corpses cannot be verified.

…

The mighty rain of spirit stones never stopped.

"It's close to 300 million souls..."

With 300 million low-grade spiritual stones, the net worth of the ordinary God-Transforming True Monarch may not be that much.

However, it is difficult to calculate the price of many high-level treasures with ordinary spirit stones, so the things in the hands of the God Transformation True Monarch are actually not easy to value, but in any case, these spirit stones are a valuable asset for a God Transformation Sect. A very impressive number.

The people present were all high-level monks of Nascent Soul Transformation, and they were all decent people. No matter how many low-level spiritual stones they had, they couldn't keep that face down for a while. They collected the piles of low-level spiritual stones like rags. In the bag.

These chores will be completed by the low-level disciples of each sect after they are done.

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

A violent thought turned into an almost substantial spiritual attack wave, sweeping towards the cultivators who were suspended in mid-air and still receiving the baptism of the spiritual stone rain.

After realizing this thought, they came back to their senses. There was a monster beside them that exuded the true meaning of endless destruction...

No, it's not just one now. During the half-cup of tea when their attention was temporarily attracted by the rain of spirit stones, there were already more than ten tentacle monsters quietly crawling out from behind the "door".

These monsters have dozens of tentacles with sickles all over their bodies, and there is only a bloody mouth above their heads.

If there are old people in the empire who experienced the moon age, they might still be able to remember their existence.