At this moment, the figure behind the demon fox flickered in mid-air, but Conehead appeared there at some unknown time, holding a golden hammer in both hands and slamming it down on the demon fox's head.
There was a muffled sound of "dong"!
At the last moment, the demon fox waved a fox tail to block his head, but he was still dizzy from the aftershock. The fox tail that tied Shen Luo loosened, and Shen Luo fell to the ground.
Shen Luo was half-kneeling, regardless of his injuries, he raised his palm, and the white light flashed again in his palm, releasing a white electric light, which hit the demon fox's face and exploded.
A large piece of white electric wire instantly filled its face, and the demon fox let out a whine, and its body and three fox tails stiffened.
"Conehead Fellow Daoist! Take action!"
Shen Luo had just finished speaking. Behind the fox demon, Conehead raised his hand and waved, and a blue light flashed past.
I saw the crystal-clear Frost Spear obtained from Wu Pojia, suddenly shot out like an arrow, and directly penetrated the vital part of the demon fox's chest with a "pop".
Shen Luo panted heavily and looked up, only to see a big hole opened in the demon fox's chest. The wound froze instantly, but no blood flowed out.
Immediately afterwards, the demon fox fell straight backwards, and the three huge fox tails behind it seemed to have lost their Magic Power support, and quickly shrank back and returned to their original shape.
When Shen Luo saw him lying on the ground, he did not immediately step forward to check. Instead, he looked at the palm of his hand and found that the mark of Minor Thunder Talisman was still there, so he raised his palm and struck his head.
After two thunders, Three-Eyed Demon Fox's head was completely charred black, and wisps of green smoke were rising.
And the last trace of Magic Power in Shen Luo's body was completely consumed. His body collapsed and he almost fainted.
"He's already dead. If you still don't worry, I'll give him another blow." Conehead limped over with a hammer in hand. The leather armor on his body was broken in many places, and he was obviously seriously injured.
"Thank you very much this time." Shen Luo waved his hand with a pale face.
"Since I have made an agreement with you Spirit-Linking Contract, if anything happens to you, I will also be implicated. It is said that this demon fox is possessed by another person and can be so powerful. He must have brought Demon Core with him to ensure that the demon's power is not reduced. It must have been placed in the corpse Dantian." Conehead looked at the corpse and said.
Shen Luo Hearing this, he sat there and calmed down for a while, then stood up and walked forward.
He leaned over to pick up the Ice Spear, unbuttoned his clothes, and gently cut open the flesh on the body's lower abdomen. Sure enough, there was a round pink bead inside.
The size and shape of the thing are no different from ordinary pearls, but waves of demonic power can be felt on it.
"It's not conducive for me to heal here, so I have to go back immediately." Shen Luo was about to ask what the use of Demon Core was, but Conehead said.
"Okay, I'll take you back right now." Seeing this, Shen Luo had no choice but to swallow the words that were on the verge of his mouth. He pinched the spell with both hands and brought the remaining emerald green liquid in front of him. He ran Spirit-Linking Demon-Commanding Art, and with one move of his hands, a vortex formed in the void.
Conehead didn't hesitate, and his body turned into a flash of blue light and disappeared into the vortex. The blue vortex then merged and disappeared.
Shen Luo After resting on the spot for a while, he got up and came to the pond. He looked at the golden finger bones in the pond with a look of hesitation on his face.
Although he knew that this thing was extraordinary, he did not dare to take it rashly.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed in the pond, and the phalanx suddenly flew up and pierced towards Shen Luo.
Shen Luo was startled and quickly turned sideways to avoid it. Unexpectedly, the finger bone flew to his side and was about to pass by him when it suddenly made a turn and pierced directly into his body.
He only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his vision immediately became blurry.
Shen Luo shook his dizzy head vigorously, and grabbed the void in front of him with both hands, as if he wanted to grab something to support him, but his vision went dark and he fell down.
"Boom..."
I don't know how long it had been, but Shen Luo suddenly heard a melodious bell echoing in the distance.
His eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The feeling of dizziness still existed in his head, and his vision was still blurry. He couldn't help but rub the sore forehead.
Shen Luo propped up his body and sat up, looking around, but was surprised to find that there were hundreds of people sitting tightly cross-legged around him.
They were all wearing identical snow-white robes, and each of them looked solemnly at a three-foot-high platform directly in front of them.
There is a lotus futon on the high platform, on which sits an old man with white beard and hair. His long hair is disheveled, his face is kind, his two long eyebrows are drooped on both sides of his face, and he is wrapped in a large feather coat. He seems to be giving a sermon.
"Where is this? Why am I here?" Shen Luo looked at it with surprise. This place was obviously not an underground cave, and it was also not Spring Autumn Temple.
He stood up suddenly and wanted to ask the people around him, but the people around him seemed completely unaware of his strange behavior, and no one even glanced at him.
Shen Luo hurriedly leaned over and patted the shoulder of the person beside him. As a result, his palm seemed to be invisible and transparent, and penetrated directly through the person.
"Is this another dream? A dream within a dream?" Shen Luo murmured to himself.
He turned around and looked further around, only to find that he was standing on a white stone square in the mountains. The surrounding mountains seemed to be surrounded by an emerald jade belt. In the middle, a jade waterfall could be vaguely seen, and the smoke was vast, making it a fairyland.
On many mountain peaks, you can see the jade pavilions of Qiongtai, hidden by green trees, and in many peaks and ravines, you can also see a series of suspended rope bridges. In the mountains, there is a continuous sound of apes crying, and a continuous sound of cranes chirping in the clouds.
"Could this be a fairyland, and the old man is the immortal teaching the Dharma?" Shen Luo couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes, and wanted to get closer to the old lecturer to listen carefully to see if he was teaching the Dharma.
As a result, as soon as he took a step forward, the surrounding scenery dissipated like Mirror Flower, Water Moon.
Shen Luo felt like the world was spinning and everything in front of him became blurry.
Just a moment later, when his vision stabilized again, the surroundings had changed.
At this moment, he was standing on the top of a towering mountain peak, facing a Suspended Mountain cliff, and beneath him was a sea of thousands of miles of clouds like rolling waves.
Not far from him, there were several low tables, with one person sitting behind each.
Among them, the one in the main seat is still the old man wearing a feather coat, while the others sitting down have very different costumes.
They burned incense and drank tea, and sat and talked about Daoism. They looked like old friends for many years.
Shen Luo Although he was not far away, he could clearly see the details of each of their faces, but could not hear clearly what they were talking about. Just when he was about to get closer, the surrounding scenery changed again in a blur.
Immediately afterwards, he found himself in a vermilion hall, and saw the scene of the old man in Yuyi talking with several people who looked like disciples...