Above the Immortal Cultivation

"Hahaha..."

The lion-headed masked male cultivator couldn't help laughing when he heard "just a beekeeper". He laughed so hard that he curled up hysterically, covered his stomach, and laughed silently.

Juexie watched his performance indifferently, but when he saw him stand up and the coldness in his eyes, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Hmph, playing tricks!"

Juexie suppressed the bad premonition fiercely, and then a cold breath came out of his body, covering the entire ten-mile radius. All the clouds and mist seemed unable to withstand the coldness like a tide, and they scattered like birds and beasts and disappeared.

"Starry Night!"

Juexie said with a stern look.

In the blink of an eye, the night fell. Within a ten-mile radius, it was pitch black, and a faint starlight like dust flashed in the black curtain.

This is the vision of the evil sect's top-level heavenly skill "One Night in a Single Tree": Starry Night.

This vision is a combination of stars and darkness, and it can be said to be a higher level existence among the mysterious visions.

When the starry night comes, all the senses of the cultivators in it are completely blocked, just like a blind man riding a blind horse, facing a deep pool in the middle of the night, vision, touch, feeling, taste, dust sense can not feel, even the divine consciousness is useless, can not find the specific location of the master of the vision.

And the master of the vision, as if blending into the darkness, kills the enemy silently and silently, can only passively defend, once the defense is broken, it is the time of death.

As for the stars in it, they are even more bizarre and extraordinary. The brilliance of the stars is like a beam of light shining on the opponent. No matter what kind of skills the opponent practices, as long as it does not exceed the top level of the heavenly level, the magic power will be continuously absorbed, and then fed back to the caster. It is indeed a stunning feat of fighting to support fighting.

At present, Juexie's cultivation level was not high enough, so he could only train the stars to the size of sand grains. It is said that when the first generation of the evil sect killed the four beasts and killed all around, the stars in the vision were like a small mountain, and the starlight that bloomed trapped ten late-stage gods. From then on, "One Night in a Single Tree" became famous and famous in the five regions.

The lion-headed monk knew that he would fall into the starry night vision, but he was not panicked at all.

Although he lost and could not sense Juexie's trace, he was locked by the faint starlight, and his magic power flowed along the starlight like a trickle of water. What's more magical is that after his magic power was absorbed by the tiny dot of weak dust, it suddenly disappeared and merged into the night sky.

Presumably, this is the extremely powerful transformation of the stars. At the same time, except for that tiny dot, his six senses are completely useless. The surroundings are as dark as ink. He is like a blazing torch in the dark night. He can't ignore it. He is completely exposed in the darkness.

However, it was too fantastic to defeat him like this.

His face turned cold, and he raised his hand, "Buzz buzz buzz buzz..." Tens of thousands of soul-calling bees surrounded him and attached themselves to him, covering him tightly.

He was like wearing a living armor, and completely turned into a bee man.

"Woo!"

He made a harsh and strange bee sound, and said in a strange tone: "Although I can't find you, you can use whatever means you have, and the beekeeper will take it."

"As you wish!"

As soon as the voice fell, countless gray swords broke through the air and chopped on the body of the beekeeper who was completely covered by the soul-calling bees.

With a loud "clang", a dazzling gray-green light flashed and then disappeared.

"Humph, look at how thick your tortoise shell is!"

"Dangdangdangdangdang..."

The deafening sound continued, and pieces of gray light followed one after another.

Ten breaths later, although the body of the soul-summoning bee was a hundred times stronger than iron, with the sharpness of the top magic weapon, the Immortal-slaying Sword, and the cooperation of an extremely rare "Immortal-slaying Art", hundreds of soul-summoning bees fell from the beekeeper.

The sword technique "Immortal-slaying Art" is profound and difficult to practice. It was obtained by accident when he killed a genius sword cultivator of the same realm in the early stage of foundation building.

There are three levels of magical power, namely, strangling the immortal, stabbing the immortal, and slashing the immortal.

According to records, practicing this art to the third level of the great perfection of slashing the immortal can not only achieve a rare sword body, but also collect a trace of the true meaning of the sword, which is extremely sharp and can break everything.

Now, he has only begun to glimpse the way, and has achieved a small success. He has barely practiced the sword aura and sword marks of the primary "strangling the immortal".

However, with just the sword energy and sword marks, it is easy to smash ordinary top-grade defensive magic weapons. The highest realm of Jiaoxian is to use the sword energy, sword marks, and sword silk to set up an extremely complex sword formation in a flash. According to the record of "Slashing Decision", this sword formation is powerless even for ordinary late-stage Yuanying great monks.

This is the only secret he has kept in his hand.

The soul-calling bees made a mournful sound and kept falling to the ground under the sharp cutting of the Jiaoxian sword energy.

Seeing this, Juexie, who was blending into the darkness and didn't know where he was, sneered and shouted: "Kill!"

For a while, the gray sword energy came from all directions and instantly submerged the beekeeper.

Half a cup of tea later, more than 10,000 soul-calling bees died under the sword of Zhanxian, and their souls flew away.

"Hehehe, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Juexie was already in a killing frenzy, his roars and sword energy surged in the darkness.

After half an incense stick, the sword energy and sword marks swept away continuously, and the soul-calling bees were less than one in a hundred.

"The last blow, strangle the immortal!"

"Really?"

Like a bolt from the blue, thunder from the blue, the beekeeper's plain yet sad and painful words rang in Juexie's ears.

When he was extremely frightened and his whole body was shaking, "Puff!", blood splashed, and a green demon bee flapped its six crystal clear wings at a speed as fast as a sharp arrow. In a trance, it shuttled back and forth from Juexie's heart dozens of times.

"Bang!"

Juexie's body fell heavily to the ground. When he died, the night dissipated, and the stars sank into the boundless white clouds. However, within a radius of ten miles, the thick clouds still did not move forward a step.

"Kacha!"

The remaining hundreds of soul-calling bees separated from the body of the lion-headed masked male cultivator, but did not fly away, but still surrounded him.

He was seen kneeling deeply on the ground full of dead bodies of bees, with drops of blood and tears dripping from his mask onto the bodies of bees. He held up their bodies with trembling hands, and the blood and tears had blurred his eyes, and he burst into tears.

This was his own spirit beast that had accompanied him for four hundred years. It was not just a spirit beast, but his brother, his partner, who lived and died with him, and never left him!

Soul, go away,

Soul, come back,

Soul, have returned,

Soul, still...

Like a flash of blue lightning, the queen bee flew onto his shoulder, and used her six wings to gently pat his shoulders that had been crying and trembling as if she felt the same way.

Just patting gently like that...