Chapter 472

The scene inside the array is completely opposite to that outside.

The first is the difference of landform. The Heishui basin is like a huge sea bowl.

According to legend, hundreds of years ago, it was once the Heishui lake of the Guge kingdom.

However, with the disappearance of the mystery of the Guge kingdom.

The Blackwater Lake dried up day by day. The riverbed cracked and crisscrossed cracks were like a huge tortoise shell.

What is more eye-catching is that in the depths of those huge cracks, black flowers stretch out one after another. The stamens are dark gold, swaying gently in the wind and graceful.

It's like a dancer in a long black dress dancing. Her peerless dance is intoxicating.

Someone couldn't help screaming.

"This... This is the legendary flower of hell..."

"God, it's really the flower of hell!"

"What a beautiful flower of hell!"

After they were stunned, they began to fight frantically.

"This one is mine. Whoever dares to earn it from me, I'll cut him to death!"

"Damn it, I'll take care of it first!"

Suddenly, the people began to fight with each other, not hesitate to fight, and the scene became a pot of porridge.

My former good friend has become an enemy in an instant because he robbed a flower of hell. He either drowned you or I live.

Rocky mountain is also competing with two warriors for the ownership of several hell flowers.

Although Elantra broke his arms, he also robbed two hell flowers with the help of divine sculptures.

These warriors seem crazy. One by one, they are like gamblers who have lost all their money. Their eyes are red, like mosquitoes seeing blood.

The blood flowed into a river in Heishui basin.

But Li Xiaofan didn't look at the flowers of hell at all. He narrowly held Luo Ziyan and his body took several ups and downs. He came to a boulder and stared at a small tree more than one person behind the boulder.

On that little tree, there were three fruits. They were really demon fruits, each of which was the size of a fist.

But the epidermis is still green and astringent in many places. It is obviously not mature. It seems that it will take at least half a year.

If you have enough aura, this time will be greatly shortened.

Luo Ziyan took a look at the devil fruit. With her eyesight, she could not see the origin of the fruit.

But she can judge from Li Xiaofan's expression that these three fruits are valuable.

Nevertheless, she couldn't help asking.

"Why don't you... Rob the flower of hell?"

Li Xiaofan closed his eyes and took a breath, which calmed his mind.

When he opened his eyes, a murderous spirit flashed through his pupils and pointed to a stroke in the air.

A sharp sword light cut the two masters who rushed over into two sections on the spot.

Then, he drew a blood line in front of him with the warrior's blood. His voice was indifferent, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Those who cross the line die!"

Many martial artists were frightened and dared not go ahead.

The blood line seemed to become a high-voltage line, which was dead when touched.

Subsequently, Li Xiaofan took out a large number of julingdan clothes from the storage bag.

Suddenly, a pure aura slowly rose from the elixir field.

"You will naturally understand the reason later. These people are looking for their own death!"

Li Xiaofan finished, sat cross legged, and his eyes drooped.

The color of doubt flashed in Luo Ziyan's eyes. He didn't understand what Li Xiaofan said.

But soon there were screams from the crowd.

Those martial artists who survived in the process of competing for the flower of hell stood still, as if they had been given acupoints.

What's more strange is that the hell in my arms opened on my head, and my body became as dark as the flower of hell.

Moreover, at their feet, they quickly took root and plunged into the depths of the earth.

It was a noisy fight before, but in the blink of an eye, the scene became quiet. Only the wind blew in my ears, which looked very strange and gloomy, just like hell.

Luo Ziyan was surprised. His jade hand covered his cherry mouth, and his eyes were full of incredible color.

"This is..."

"Why did they become like this..."

Li Xiaofan said faintly.

"Flowers bloom, people live, flowers wither, people die!"

Luo Ziyan came forward to check.

Sure enough, these people are breathing, indicating that they are not dead, but even without consciousness, it is no different from death.

In fact, when Li Xiaofan was in the fairyland, he had seen the real flower of hell.

This flower only grows in hell and lives by swallowing all beings in hell. It takes root in the depths of hell and is watered with hell magma.

A hundred years of germination, a hundred years of flowering, a hundred years of fruit.

Three hundred years is a cycle of life. The fruit they bear is called Devil fruit. It is said that once you take their fruit, although the power will soar in a short time. But it will also fall to hell. Even the golden immortals are no exception. Of course, some hell flowers will be born with intelligence and become demons because of chance. They are powerful enough to compete with the powerful figures of the Terran. At that time, Li Xiaofan once beheaded a slender demon of the flower of hell. They are called the elves of the demon family and have the body of immortality. In his previous life in the fairy world, Li Xiaofan killed this kind of demon. They look like monks, but their skills are more terrible. Especially in hell, they can mobilize the rolling hell magma. Even if there are more ordinary monks, they can't kill enough. Of course, as a Xuantian immortal, Li Xiaofan killed many demons and picked the devil fruit as an introduction to refine the pill. But what he didn't expect was that he was a man again. Unexpectedly, he met the devil fruit again. It seems that God is in love with him. Of course, the devil fruit in front of you can't be compared with the devil fruit really growing in hell. It's good to have a few percent of its effect. This also requires Li Xiaofan to eliminate the evil Qi of hell in the devil fruit and retain the pure aura. Otherwise, with his current cultivation, if he swallows it, he is bound to go crazy and fall into the devil's way. Of course, some people who just didn't grab the flower of hell escaped and didn't become flower fat. Now, the aura in Li Xiaofan's body has recovered nearly half. He practiced the King Kong body of the thunder emperor, and his Reiki recovery speed was amazing. If it's someone else's words, you have to shut up and practice hard for at least half a month before you can reach this step. However, soon there was another violent fluctuation in the mirage array, as if someone was forcibly bombarding the array outside. Click! Click! A huge sound of breaking sounded, and the array was quickly destroyed. Three figures rushed in first, bringing a strong wind. The fighters who had escaped and those who were not qualified to enter now rushed in. Among the three, the first one is the old palace chongtian, the parent of Emeishan palace. He was wearing a black robe, the surface of which was densely painted with many ancient runes. These runes fluctuate like water waves, and Gong chongtian's body fluctuates accordingly. It feels like a reflection in the water, which is not true at all. This is a robe that Gong chongtian specially changed to deal with Li Xiaofan before leaving Emei Mountain. It is also a rare medium spirit weapon. Spirit tools are divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. On this earth where the aura is exhausted, spiritual tools are very rare. Even a broken and inferior spiritual tool is very rare and valuable. Not to mention the medium and even top-grade spirit tools, which are even more rare. I'm afraid only a big family like Mount Emei or super strength can get it out. Of course, the sword in Luo Ziyan's hand can barely be regarded as a quasi spirit instrument, but it is far less than the robe on Gong chongtian. The colorful glazed fan in Li Xiaofan's hand, after his sacrifice and refining, is just a low-grade spiritual weapon. The man on the left side of Gong chongtian, holding a scepter and walking barefoot, is the old man who came out of the depths of the pyramid. However, the old man came all the way, constantly devouring the blood of living people. He had got rid of the form of drooping old and became a handsome man around the age of 30, with a high nose, deep eye sockets and a face as perfect as a statue of ancient Greece. The other was the woman who came out of the dead sea. Her long hair dragged the floor and covered most of her face. Her eyes had no vitality. It made people feel gloomy, just like a female ghost climbing out of the grave.