Too much thinking cannot replace actual actions.

Gong Sanshiliu pulled Liu Tianzhen and began to shuttle back and forth in the map of this volcanic group.

Want to find some clues.

Assume that these pictures are not used as a battlefield for killing.

So what is their original function?

A simple world in painting?

Or is there something else hidden?

Thick clouds and thick clouds enveloped the fields, and the erupting magma scattered dizzy light in all directions. As the heat evaporated, the light seemed to be distorted, showing a cruel beauty.

This is still a strange aesthetic of special paintings.

The volcanic groups in reality are likely to give people this feeling.

"Look...what is that?" Liu Tianzhen pulled Lagong Thirty-six's hand, then pointed to the picture behind the dark shadows and asked him.

Gong Thirty-six raised his eyes and looked out.

At first it was a mess, a gray area.

When I looked closely, I felt like I was in the steaming heat and saw a forest that could not be seen at all.

"Is it the moonlit pine forest... Are these two pictures in line with each other?"

"Or, are the different pictures integrating with each other?"

Buzz!

A big yellow-skinned gourd ejected clouds from its tail, carrying the two of them, rushed out of the pine forest, and flew into the map of Doomsday Volcano.

The sudden intrusion broke through the original dullness and tranquility.

"It's so hot!" said the Taoist, who was sitting halfway in front of the gourd, opened his mouth.

"Yes! The eyebrows are almost burned." The monk sitting in the back of the gourd touched his bare forehead and said unhappily.

Gong Sanshiliu did not stare at the two of them.

But recognized them.

In fact, almost all monks in this world, Gong Sanshiliu, have theoretically understood it.

Because they are all ‘players’ in the gourd world, and their souls will be carefully observed by Ke Xiaoliang when they log into the gourd world.

There are not so many monks who are qualified to be remembered by Ke Xiaoliang.

But Gong Sanshiliu recognized at first glance that the monk was a famous monk who broke the three precepts, while the Taoist was a Taoist cultivator who was drunk.

"As a monk, you have to be empty in all four elements. You have lost your hair and still care about your eyebrows?" Zui Taoist said to the monk Breaking the Three Rings behind him with impoliteness.

Breaking the Three Precepts retorted: "That can't be... Shaving your head is empty, and losing your eyebrows is a bandit. There is still a big difference between having eyebrows and having eyebrows. The Buddha doesn't care about what image he shows, but people in the world are ignorant, but he cares about how the Buddha listens to his grievances and repents."

"What he said makes sense, now this is mine." Zui Taoist said bluntly.

Then he saw Gong Sanshiliu and Liu Tianzhen at a glance.

I also saw their hands tightly clenched together.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Offense!"

"Let's leave now... Let's leave now!" Zui Taoist patted the yellow gourd on the ground on his butt, turned the mouth of the gourd, and was about to leave.

Liu Tianzhen threw away Gong Sanshiliu's palm like an electric shock, and then looked embarrassed.

Gong Sanshiliu clasped his fists and said, "The two seniors also noticed something was wrong here, so did they come to investigate?"

People with low emotional intelligence will explain misunderstandings.

People with high emotional intelligence use another more critical message in an instant to change the topic.

Sure enough, Zui Taoist and Breaking the Three Precepts were both attracted by the words of Gong Sanshiliu.

"Not bad! The secret realm is divided into areas, each area is different, but it is slowly merging."

"I have reason to suspect that this secret realm is slowly merging. The reason for the fusion is perhaps the reason for the bloody battle here."

"Someone is using the method of blood sacrifice to sacrifice these originally incompatible secret realms fragments, and they are to be pinched into a small world." Breaking the Three Rings is still honest.

When Gong Sanshiliu led the topic over, he directly expressed his own gains and thoughts.

It is useless to let the drunk Taoist wink.

It was only the voice of the monk Breaking the Three Rings that he had just finished.

The magma that was originally just a simple boiling starts to stir up bright red bubbles.

And it's in that bubble.

Some monsters made of magma are rapidly formed just like embryos.

"Let you stop talking."

"It's troublesome to say it!" Zui Taoist complained, but his movements were quite fast.

With a wave of his sleeves, he threw out a small bronze bell.

The little clock grew in the wind, and then it pressed towards the bubbles that were nurturing magma monsters like a small hill.

Slap sex!

Bubbles break one by one.

But those substances that fall out of the bubbles and resemble magma have not dissipated.

Like magma, or as blood, substances squirming on the ground.

Absorbing the huge firepower around it.

Then they twisted together and turned into a larger individual.

The monk breaking the Three Rings was covered with golden light.

Fly down from the gourd.

A layer of Buddha light and Buddha's shadow appeared on his body.

The martial arts are the Buddha's three precepts, but the one holding a very lethal mace in his hand.

The golden mace smashed towards the wriggling strange substance.

A loud bang.

A big hole was cracked on the ground.

Magma gushed out.

In the gushing magma hole, more strange things like meat balls and magma polymers surged out.

Gradually, some strange-shaped monsters emerged from the magma.

They were covered with stone armor from later generations, with tall and burly figures, but their cheeks were sunken, and their slender but thorny horns poked above their heads.

"This thing cannot be killed. It is simply the Taoist soldiers raised in this secret territory."

"Taoist priests, use imprisonment methods to limit them." The monk Breaking the Three Rings was obviously experienced. He did not make any contribution in one blow, but he was not at all panic. Instead, he turned around and ordered the drunk Taoist who was walking with him.

In fact, the Zui Taoist, the moment when he broke the Three Rings and One Strike, could not achieve success, he had already taken out a jade bracelet from his arms.

He held the jade bracelet in front of him and shook it up and down.

Then he threw it out with force.

The jade bracelet began to split in the air, and after counting breaths, it turned into more than a dozen jade bracelets of the same size.

Each jade bracelet is aimed at a magma monster.

When the jade bracelet tightly snatched part of the magma monster, these magma monsters not only reduced their speed, but also tilted around like drunkenness.

"I've been hit by my stereotype, try again to see if I can kill it."

"If it is really a Taoist soldier, you have to find out their weaknesses and flaws, otherwise it will be endless and imprisonment will not be a long-term solution." said the Zui Taoist.

In an instant, a flying sword flew out of Gong Sanshiliu's sleeve.

A flying sword as dark as ink roared out.

It was like a mountain breaking through the sea, cut the imprisoned magma monsters into pieces.

Since there is a monk breaking the Three Rings, Gong Sanshiliu does not need the martial arts created by the high martial arts world.

Instead, normal monk methods were used.

"What a flying sword!"

"Is this kind of sword-controlling technique a good master of the Sword Sect?" Zui Taoist asked Gong Sanshiliu and Liu Tianzhen about the details.

After the cut-off magma monster disappeared, it turned into a crystal like fire and blood in place.

Break these crystals, and sticky plasma flows out from them.

"It is indeed an evil technique to use human blood to create a Taoist weapon."

"Be careful, we have exposed our tricks, and we are afraid we will not allow us to leave easily." Zui Taoist reminded him.

While speaking, Zui Taoist had already pulled out a particularly gorgeous whisk.

The long whisk handle I held was more like a sword hilt, while the slender and soft long strip of whisks were like bright starlight gathering together.

The whisk was scattered, and thousands of threads fell into the boiling magma, as if passing through the ground.

After a few breaths, a large number of crystals containing blood were pulled out by the whisk.

A large piece of shiny, like a bunch of cherry tomatoes.

The Zui Taoist's move directly omitted a large number of fighting steps and solved many troubles.

But there are still a few fish that missed the net.
Chapter completed!