Above the Immortal Cultivation

Peng Yong was like a meteor, fleeting.

On the way, he turned left and right, as if he was quite familiar with the ancient sect, and his purpose was very strong.

Along the way, he once again met 23 scattered mid-to-late stage masters and seven celestial demons.

These people, as expected, all lost their lives under his sneak attack.

But unfortunately, only one token was taken from these 30 masters.

Could it be that the more tokens synthesized, the more favor the ancient sect will get?

At the same time, there was no such excellent spiritual material as the three-color neon flower.

There were many other spiritual herbs, flowers and medicines, almost one plant every three steps, one flower every five steps, and one small piece every ten steps.

If you bring enough storage bags, even if they are ordinary, they are all made of thousands of years of medicinal age, and you can exchange them for a large amount of spiritual stones after going out.

However, it was this series of delays that suddenly made him feel uneasy, as if he was being stared at by something.

Peng Yong stopped with his chin up.

In the dense forest, not far from him, lay the body of a young woman in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm.

Her death was exactly the same as that of all the previous ones. There was a tiny spot on her heart that was hard to see with the naked eye. She was killed by Peng Yong's magic weapon, the Frost Sword, which turned the sword into a hair.

Who on earth would have set his sights on Laozi? Could it be that the old man had eaten arsenic and was tired of living?

If he continued to be so frightened, if he met a real strong man, it would inevitably affect his mood, greatly reduce his strength, and make his success or failure uncertain.

What a fast speed!

Peng Yong's spiritual sense was fully open, and he vaguely felt that the man was coming at a speed as fast as lightning, and his speed was not less than his, and even faster.

He was shocked.

"Come."

He grabbed a cold and slightly yellow three-foot spiritual sword. With such an enemy, it was not too cautious.

At most ten breaths, no, seven breaths, the opponent was getting faster and faster, so fast that even he was a little shocked.

"Hah."

The power moved, and a bright and cold frosty light burst out, surrounding him.

One way to break the method of Qisu is to protect yourself.

The people who were killed by him before died miserably and unjustly.

They were killed directly by his Qisu without any warning when they were completely unprepared.

How could he be so stupid? He should always be well-prepared to deal with the sudden killing move.

It's bad!

Thinking of this, those who were killed by him should be destroyed.

There is no shortage of sharp-eyed, cautious and thorough people in the world of immortal cultivation. Through careful inspection, they will definitely see the reason for their death and then be prepared like himself.

Peng Yong's heart was cold, and he hated his pride and this small mistake.

He hated himself for being complacent and failing to be foolproof.

He should learn from the past and learn from the future.

Here it comes.

"Too fast!"

With a thought, the white light escaped in front of him.

A sharp force was like a sharp sword trying to smash him to pieces.

He had no time to distinguish and see clearly whether the other party was a human or a monster.

At the critical moment, the frost sword slashed in front of him, "crack", the space was instantly frozen, but the next moment, "boom", it was directly cut by white light, shattered without a trace.

Frost Qingqiu's sword power could not even withstand half a breath.

In Peng Yong's horrified eyes, he was pierced by the white light.

"Bang!"

Cut into pieces, torn into pieces.

However, this was only the afterimage left when he was shocked, and he had already gone 3,500 feet away.

Although "Frost Qingqiu" did not resist the opponent's white light that combined speed, strength and sharpness, it also won him a precious short moment.

At this moment, with lingering fear in his heart, he saw clearly that the other party was not a human, but a monster wolf.

Moreover, even in ancient times, the three-eyed snow wolf was famous.

After a slight feeling, this three-eyed snow wolf was very strange. He couldn't see what realm this wolf was in at all. It had nothing to do with the concept of this world from the first-level demon beast to the tenth-level heavenly demon.

It was called a heavenly demon, but it didn't have the unique and powerful aura that the heavenly demon exuded.

No way, it was far more powerful, and its power was clearly in front of him.

The two long white eyes of the three-eyed snow wolf stared at him with burning anger, and the third vertical eye between the eyebrows was closed, and the whole body was wrapped in a ball of pure white snow light.

"Woo oh..."

A wolf howl that hit the soul suddenly rose, and Peng Yong changed color.

The third vertical eye of the three-eyed snow wolf quietly opened, and under the cover of the shocking wolf howl, it suddenly rushed out, like an arrow that was about to leave the string, directly crossing a space of nearly four thousand feet and pointing directly at his forehead.

"Hmph!"

When Peng Yong had nowhere to run, he seemed to be assisted by God and chopped down the snow-white crystal thread with the frost sword.

The whole action was as smooth as flowing water, done in one go, and perfect to the extreme.

"Boom."

The crystal thread disappeared, and Peng Yong was instantly thrown away by the huge recoil force.

"Cough cough cough!"

He coughed heavily and spit out three mouthfuls of blood.

"Swish."

It was said that it was slow, but it was fast. At the moment when the three-eyed snow wolf suddenly felt bad and wanted to escape, Peng Yong's figure was deeply reflected in its three eyes.

It closed its eyes tightly and wanted to get away, but Peng Yong's figure was firmly rooted in its eyes, and no matter how it struggled, it could not be dispelled.

Strangely, Peng Yong, who was seriously injured, came to the front of the three-eyed blood wolf without knowing when.

At this time, he was no longer himself.