Chapter 2780: Black hand

Among the fragments, a black mist flashed leisurely.
After the black mist turned around in place, he flew straight to Liu Lang.
"Do you think I'm a bully?"
Liu Lang sneered, grabbed it from the air, and directly intercepted the black fog three steps away.
However, the next moment, the Tuanzhuan black mist suddenly deformed, turning into a thin black thread with a needle tip, piercing Liu Lang's defense and piercing Liu Lang's palm.
"Huh?" Liu Lang raised his eyebrows.
Although it was an air defense, Liu Lang was very clear about how strong the defense was. It is not an exaggeration to say that the moment the black mist turned into a black line, the power of Heavenly Sovereign had exploded.
"What about Tianzun?"
Liu Lang curled his lips, his mind moved, and the Sacred Stele of Wutian stood in front of his palm.
With the improvement of cultivation level, Liu Lang's use of the Wutian Sacred Stele became more and more proficient. The original shape of the Wutian Sacred Stele was a brick. At this moment, it was like a transparent film, and it was difficult to see its trace.
At least, Pei Duhuan and Peng Zijian could not see the existence of the Heavenless Sacred Stele.
In their opinion, Liu Lang completely used the palm of his flesh to resist Hei Mist's surprise attack.
The two took a step back at the same time, pulling the distance from Liu Lang. The black mist came from the true essence, and the corpse was drained by the power of blood and spirit. Maybe, the black mist was the culprit.
If the black mist hits them, their first choice is definitely not to carry, but to flash.
It's just that things happened too fast, even if they wanted to remind Liu Lang, it was too late.
In the next moment, the black mist evolved into a needle-point black line, which accurately pierced Liu Lang's "palm".
"boom!"
After a blast, Liu Lang's palm was safe and sound, and the black line that touched it quickly collapsed.
Just kidding, the Wutian Sacred Stele is a sacred tool, and the one that can block a blow from the Wutian Sacred Stele must be at least the sacred class. 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's this bead?" Liu Lang didn't dare to touch it with his hands. After turning the Heavenless Sacred Stele into a ground-level long sword, Liu Lang carefully touched one of the beads with the sword.
"Crack!"
Just one click, the beads broke apart.
A large amount of power of qi and blood overflowed rapidly from the pillar, and was impacted by the power of qi and blood. The two beads next to it shattered immediately, and the true essence and spiritual power scattered all over the audience.
For the cultivator, this kind of external power of qi and blood, true essence, and spiritual power is a great tonic. On weekdays, when you practice, it is not that the spiritual energy is transformed into the power of qi and blood, true essence, and Mental power?
Pei Duhuan and Peng Zijian were stunned for a moment, and quickly absorbed the Zhenyuan scattered in the air.
Both of them are Qi practitioners, and the power of qi and blood and spiritual power are of little significance to them.
But Liu Lang was a practitioner of the Three Laws. Pei Duhuan and Peng suggested that they did not need the vitality and spiritual power, and finally they all lost Liu Lang. However, Liu Lang's energy needed to improve his realm far exceeds that of ordinary cultivators.
Pei Duhuan and Peng recommend that it is a big meal, but here in Liu Lang, they are not even an appetizer.
Of course, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat, and Liu Lang can't refuse the True Essence, the power of qi and blood, and the power of spirit. It is always more efficient to directly absorb forming energy than to transform aura.
After the power of blood, true essence, and spiritual power in the air were swallowed up, the three people began to consider where the energy in the three pillars came from, and what the black mist was before.
"Could it be that the black mist drained the cultivator's vitality, true essence, and spiritual power, and put it in the beads for preservation?" After all, Pei Duhuan is a golden immortal, and he quickly cleared the context of the matter. .
"should be."
Liu Lang nodded, "From the strength of the true essence, the power of qi and blood, and the strength of the spiritual power, the cultivation base of the mummy who turned into a corpse has reached at least the middle stage of the Golden Immortal."
"In the middle of the golden fairy?"
Pei Duhuan and Peng Zijin looked at each other, and all swallowed and spit.
Hei Mist's ability to drain the cultivators in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal proves their strength. Above the middle stage of the Golden Immortal, if Liu Lang didn't defeat Hei Mist, they might have become Hei Mist's dish at the moment.
"I hope this black fog is just an example, otherwise, the cultivators who went to the tiankeng before will probably suffer." Liu Lang sighed and said with emotion.
Although he said so, his instinct told him that this black mist could never be just a cloud.
And these black mists extract the vitality, true essence, and spiritual power of the cultivator, and it is very likely that they are not for themselves. From the previous confrontation, the black mist does not have intelligence, only tends to the true essence, the vitality The instinct of power and mental power.
The reason why Hei Wu chose Liu Lang among the three just now was because Liu Lang was the strongest, the power of blood, true essence, and the most powerful spirit.
"However, many cultivators came to the Northern Wilderness and went down to the Tiankeng only after receiving information from relatives and friends. If those people are dead, how can they send a message?"
Pei Duhuan said hesitantly.

It’s not difficult to pretend to be someone to send a message. After all, it’s not face-to-face. You can fake it even face-to-face.

Liu Lang took a deep breath and said, "If that's the case, the black mist we just crushed is just a tool. Behind this tool, there must be a black hand."
"Is it possible that some people want to use the black mist to extract the true essence, the power of blood, and the power of the spirit, and turn them into their own use, in order to quickly improve the cultivation level?" Following Liu Lang's thinking, Peng self-recommended muttered Talk to yourself.
After talking about this possibility, Peng Zijian was taken aback.
Even when the two races were fighting and blood was flowing, no one would dare to use this evil method to cultivate. To trade the lives of a large-scale cultivator in exchange for the improvement of the cultivation base is to risk the world’s great dissatisfaction. Become a target of public criticism.
"If that's the case, you really have to pull out this wolf's ambition and get rid of it!"
Liu Lang clenched his fists secretly.
After staying for a while, the three of them moved on.
Soon, they found the second mummy.
With the previous experience, Liu Lang didn't wait for the mummy to shatter, and slapped the mummy directly. As expected, there was another black mist, breaking out.
Still using the Heavenless Sacred Stele to crush the black mist, three beads containing the vitality, true essence, and spiritual power of the mummy appeared in front of the three.
Pei Duhuan immediately wanted to do what Liu Lang did before, smashing the beads into pieces with the blade of the long sword in his hand, and then absorbing the true essence, but before he could do it, he was stopped by Liu Lang.
"Once a bead is broken, most of the energy, true energy, and spiritual power inside it will be lost. Master Pei, you should just swallow it!" Liu Lang pointed to one of the three beads and said to Pei Duhuan. Said.