A Mortal Cultivating Immortality, Kill My Senior Brother At The Beginning

On the misty blue clouds, the sun rises brightly!

The light of the lake makes the color shine, and the Immortal Dao disappears without a trace!

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, shining water-like moonlight. Autumn has just entered, and there is already a cool breath in the air.

After experiencing the hot summer, the leaves begin to glow with the last ray of life before winter. Even if you are about to face life and death, you must work hard to bloom the last brilliance!

This is the case with Zhou Yan. He is a monk, the kind of person who rides the wind with his sword and shakes the world, but he has not yet reached this level.

Now he is just a little monk on the third level of Qi Refining. Although he can fly with the help of Law Weapon, the spiritual power in his body cannot last long.

And now he is being hunted by his senior brother. Speaking of which, when the master was alive, the two of them were considered brothers and sisters. They even once said that they would pursue the Great Dao immortality together!

But when the master passed away, he left behind something, a spiritual furnace. It was this spiritual furnace that completely changed the relationship between the two brothers!

Zhou Yan still doesn't know what the purpose of this spiritual furnace is, and his master hasn't made it clear either.

All I know is that this thing was accidentally obtained by the master during an expedition. It was precisely because of this expedition that he was seriously injured. He died after returning after a few words of explanation.

Before he died, the master called the two of them in front of him and said: "This spiritual furnace is the most precious treasure in the world. If I had obtained it ten years earlier, I would have had the opportunity to have a glimpse of the way to immortality!

Now it is of no use. I will give this furnace to you two. One person will hold the furnace body and the other person will hold the furnace lid. If the two of you work well together in the future, you may be able to live forever. "

After saying this, he passed away. When the master was alive, he always treated the two of them the same as a bowl of water. Whether it was spiritual stones, law weapons, etc., they were all one person, and they all learned the same things.

After the two buried their master, Zhou Yan thought that he would support him together with his senior brother. Unexpectedly, that night, his senior brother took advantage of his unpreparedness to sneak up on him and try to snatch the furnace body in his hand.

However, Zhou Yan fought back desperately and got a chance to escape. After that, his senior brother chased him all the way, and it has been a month now.

"Junior brother, stop hiding. You and I were such good friends in the past, but senior brother was also obsessed with you, so he just attacked you.

Now that my senior brother has repented, come out. We, our senior brothers, will hold this treasure together and seek eternal life together! "

Zhou Yan hid in the forest, with a sneer on his lips. He had said this countless times in the past month. If he had believed it at first, now he didn't believe it at all.

Nowadays, the relationship between their brothers is life and death.

Zhou Yan glanced at the injury on his left shoulder, which was almost healed now.

If his senior brother had been a few centimeters to the right at that time, the sword might have penetrated his heart, and by now the grass on his grave would have sprouted!

During Yi Yue's pursuit, Zhou Yan simply treated his wounds, but fortunately, the spiritual power in his body would automatically repair the injured areas.

"In a few days, I will recover. Whether I live or die then depends on my own ability! Zhang Wenxian, my good senior brother!"

Zhou Yan moved carefully among the mountains and forests. Zhang Wenxian's cultivation level was at the fourth level of Qi Refining, one level higher than himself. Although they both started at the same time, they seemed to have better cultivation qualifications than him. .

However, Zhou Yanruo would not be afraid of him even if he was not injured, because in the Qi Refining stage, although the gap in Rank One is not small, it is not impossible to make up for it. Even some mundane martial arts can make up for this gap. .

And he happened to have learned martial arts for two years when he was a mortal. Moreover, after becoming a disciple, his learning ability was stronger when the master taught some techniques!

At this time, the Qi Refining Stage monks have weak spiritual power in their bodies and cannot completely protect their bodies. Moreover, as Independent Cultivators, they do not have so many spiritual stones to buy various talismans and seals.

Moreover, in the past month since he fled, he had been wandering in the mountains and forests, going to any remote place. His senior brother was chasing him all the way, so naturally he had no time to buy any talismans and seals.

Zhou Yan calmly analyzed the advantages of both sides and calculated the most beneficial way for him.

The most advantageous thing about his senior brother is that if his cultivation level is one level higher than his, the power of his spells will be greater, and the battle will last longer.

However, this is not something that cannot be made up for! After all, he has spent enough time on the third floor of Qi Refining.

Time flashed, and three days passed. Zhou Yan kept walking in circles in the forest, preventing him from tracking his whereabouts.

Sitting cross-legged in a relatively narrow cave, the injury on his shoulder has now completely healed. Although there is still some pain, it does not affect the battle anymore.

After several days of tracing, Zhang Wenxian has begun to gradually narrow the scope. If this continues, it won't be long before he can be found. Instead of passive defense, it is better to take the initiative.

Zhou Yan slowly activated the Origin Returning Technique. As the technique was running, the spiritual energy around him began to slowly condense towards this place. At the same time, the spiritual energy in his body also began to move along the route of the technique.

He planned to attack the fourth level of Qi Refining. After more than a month of escaping, the spiritual power in his body was at its limit and became more powerful and condensed.

After several weeks of running, Zhou Yan shouted lowly!

"Break it for me!"

A roaring sound resounded in his body, his body shook slightly, and then a larger wave of spiritual power than before appeared on his body.

"Fourth floor of Qi Refining! Senior brother, I'm here!"

Zhou Yan suddenly raised his head and looked outside. The next moment, he slapped his chest, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and then disappeared.

In the mountain forest, Zhang Wenxian, who was searching for Zhou Yan's traces, suddenly noticed a trace of spiritual power moving towards somewhere in the mountain forest.

His eyes flashed, a smile flashed across his lips, and he headed towards that place!

"I found you, junior brother!"

A moment later, a Daoist figure suddenly appeared where Zhou Yan was sitting cross-legged and meditating. He looked into the cave, but there was no one there. He frowned and was about to turn away when he suddenly smelled the smell of blood.

With a movement of his body, he came to the cave. Zhang Wenxian looked at the pool of blood on the ground, sensed it and murmured: "There is still a trace of warmth left in the blood. It seems that he has not gone far. Is the injury still healed?"

With a sneer on his lips, Zhang Wenxian turned around and was about to leave the cave, when suddenly a Daoist shadow suddenly emerged from the fallen leaves on the ground.

At the same time as the figure appeared, a fireball quickly flew into the cave and exploded at the entrance of the cave!

"boom!"

The rocks shook and sparks flew out. By the time the fire went out, the narrow cave was already scorched black.

Zhang Wenxian, who was at the center of the explosion, was now in tatters, his hair smelled of burnt smell, and there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.