Afterwards, Su Yang took self-introduction and found that the corpse poison in his body was slowly fading away and all wounds were slowly healing.

Moreover, the Long Xuan Yuan power in the Dantian is getting thicker and thicker, the qi and blood are getting stronger and stronger, and the breath is getting stronger.

He moved his limbs and began to sink again.

The spiritual energy below is even more abundant.

The ancient red stone in the palm of his hand also began to emit a faint redness under the stimulation of Long Xuan's Yuan power, illuminating the water below to a dark red color.

This ancient Red Nether Stone only contains the blood evil breath of ancient strange beasts, which can fight against evil spirits like evil souls, but it does not have much effect here and can only be regarded as light and illuminate.

He continued to sink, found the stone corner he had been staying before, and sat cross-legged on it, and began to practice Long Xuan Yuanli to recover from injuries in various parts of his body.

There is no way, the blow this time was too big and almost lost his life.

At the same time, I also have a new understanding of the witch magician. This bloody corpse poison is really terrifying. If it weren't for the effect of Long Xuan's Yuanli, it would be a miracle that he could have lived to this day.

If it were other warriors, they would have gone to hell long ago.

...

In faraway South Asia, a tall temple stands in a scarce tribe without books.

But I saw a horizontal plaque made of red sandalwood hanging on the lintel of the temple hall, with three large gold-plated characters written on it - [Wu Daozong].

At this moment, dozens of magicians in white clothes were sitting cross-legged on the hall, lowering their heads and closing their eyes, closing their hands together, and practicing witchcraft.

Sitting upright were three old men with white hair and beards in their 80s and wearing zither clothes. They were all thin and haggard, but their aura was strong, and they were all master-level existences of both witch and martial arts.

They were closing their eyes and practicing quietly, like an old monk entering into meditation.

But these three people are just the sixth, seventh, and eighth among the twenty brothers in the Wudao Sect.

As for the senior brothers in front of the fifth, they would not stay here at all, but went to an unknown place to retreat, and understand the unique skills in the witchcraft.

In the hall, there was a quiet space, without any sound, only the long and even breathing sound.

A white jade statue stands in the middle of the head of the hall, but it is the image of a young man. He looks handsome and elegant, but he is the founder of the [Wu Dao Sect] Wu Shengzi.

Under its seat, there are hundreds of jade plaques placed on it. Some are broken, and some are a little light. The higher the steps, the older the age, they are all the most famous jade plaques of the witch genius.

You should know that the Wudao Sect also founded for thousands of years, and was once brilliant and prosperous, and was the most important of the human race.

It took nearly a thousand years to gradually decline and become indifferent to the world.

On the bottom step are twenty jade plaques, all of which are the life jade plaques of the twenty brothers of the Wudao Sect today. Except for the last twenty jade plaques, which are broken and dull, the other nineteen jade plaques are all shining, indicating that they are full of vitality.

Below is the altar, all of which are offerings, including incense, candles, ethereal cigarettes, fragrant fruits and vegetables, making the entire hall exude a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Suddenly, a series of waves sounded, one after another, one after another.

Everyone opened their eyes and looked at the sound, and their faces were horrified.

But among the twenty jade tablets on the bottom layer, the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth, nineteenth, and four jade tablets have exploded, appearing cracked, with dim light on it and no vitality.

Once such a thing happens, it proves that the disciples outside have died of a life of despair.

I saw the eighth senior brother's old man scattering in the air with one hand, and a green air covered the four jade plaques.

A light curtain appeared.

But when Shatra was seen showing a fireball, he was burned to death by someone. The perpetrator was a young woman with a very charming appearance with a cruel smile on her face.

As for Yilaimi, Zabulong, Wantenglisha, and the three of them all died tragically on a rooftop called Warwick Hospital. The assailant was a very young man, who was also eroded by corpse poisonous water. He was seriously injured and dying.

After the light curtain shows such a picture, it disappears.

The sixth senior brother opened his eyes, glanced at the junior brothers and junior disciples below, and said lightly: "Who among you is willing to go to China and behead the woman and the man, and bring back the souls of both of them, the corpses and souls of the four junior brothers."

"By the way, there is also the 20th junior brother Zata's corpse and soul, and I will also bring it back."

The seventh senior brother added.

The master ascended to immortality, and the five senior brothers were confused. Only the three of them were the largest and the strongest, so they naturally became the person they talked about.

"Three senior brothers, I'm willing to go."

Suddenly, the fifteenth junior brother stood up and bowed his hand to the three senior brothers and said.

"You go, the other party is a powerful fire-attributed person. It is probably someone from Long Yin. It's not appropriate for you to go."

The sixth senior brother shook his head lightly and said.

"Then let's go together."

Thirteenth and fourteenth, the two junior brothers also stood up and said to the three senior brothers.

In the face of such a strong enemy, they will not fight alone, and the three of them cooperate to have more confidence and defeat the other party.

"You three are here, it's time to go. In addition, try to let the money owners increase the amount to 100 million. Otherwise, even their souls will be brought back, and the deity's horoscope will be missing some souls."

The seventh senior brother smiled faintly.

However, the smile on this old face was obviously extremely terrifying and terrifying.

"Affect the order."

The three junior brothers spoke in unison and said respectfully, then turned around and left the hall.

...

Feilai Peak, deep pool on the top of the mountain.

Su Yang is practicing here.

He had no idea what was going on outside, nor did he know that the South Asian Wudao Sect, thousands of miles away, sent three more powerful magicians to China to demand his and Li Dongna's lives.

He has been practicing in this deep pool.

He has been here for three days and three nights.

During these three days, he did not move, nor did he get out of the water to breathe.

Even in these three days, some people came to Dabai to the top of the mountain and searched for him noisily.

He is also obscured by audio and video, and he is confused.

He was like a statue, sitting on a rock more than 20 meters deep from the water surface, practicing heavily.

Within these three days, all his injuries healed and his physical fitness returned to his peak state.

Even the realm of [Dragon Xuan Jue] has a faint sense of breakthrough.

Because the water-attributed spiritual energy here is too abundant, he sucks, practices day and night, sucks, and practices again, and tempers all parts of his body thousands of times.

He has always wanted to break through to the second level of [Long Xuan Jue], which will be a brand new field, allowing him to gain more insights and power.
Chapter completed!