Aiming for the Immortal Path

Sun Wenzhu didn't waste any time, kept looking around, and immediately analyzed and said, "If what I expected is correct, his current situation is nothing more than two situations."

"One is that although he has survived the calamity of Ning Ying, his previous injuries were too severe, and his heart has been lost. At most, he still has one breath left."

"As for the other one, that is, there is no vitality in his body, but maybe it is because of his own reasons, or... the sudden appearance of the figure just now. This led to the misjudgment of the calamity, and this phenomenon occurred."

"But no matter which one, looking at this situation, his situation is not optimistic."

Sun Wenzhu spoke repeatedly, with alert eyes.

As he spoke, he saw Nascent Soul floating unconsciously above Su Twelve's dantian, showing no intention of returning to his original dantian state.

On the contrary, the Ying Yuan in it began to slowly evaporate and pass away.

A light flashed in his eyes, and Sun Wenzhu suddenly made up his mind.

Um? It’s exactly as I guessed!

Not to mention the treasure this guy possesses, if his Nascent Soul can be collected and refined with a little sacrifice, it can be of infinite use. ??

The moment he finished speaking, before Zong Lu could speak again, Sun Wenzhu raised the folding fan in his hand, transformed into a stream of light, and rushed straight towards Su Twelve's body.

"Huh? Want to touch Senior Brother Su? You must pass my test first!"

Before Sun Wenzhu could get closer, Li Piaoyue's beautiful eyes widened. Regardless of the injuries inside her body, she clasped her hands and recited a mantra, and the Chunjiang Wuyue Umbrella came out in response.

"Qingfeng·Langyue!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the moon seal between Li Piaoyue's brows bloomed with moonlight, and the Moonless Spring River Umbrella in front of him spun rapidly, bringing with it waves of chilling breeze, heading straight for Sun Wenzhu.

As a true disciple of the Huanxing Sect, coupled with many hardships over the past few years, Li Piaoyue is still capable of fighting against Sun Wenzhu even if she is seriously injured at this moment.

But don't wait until her offensive ends.

"What a true successor of the Huanxing Sect, his cultivation is really impressive! But... your opponent is me!

"

Duanmu Liuying was already prepared. When the voice sounded, Liuying sword came out in response to Li Piaoyue's offensive, buying time for Sun Wenzhu.

"Golden Bell: Powerful to Shake Three Thousand!!"

"Purple Autumn Sword·Han Mei Ying Xue!"

Seeing that Li Piaoyue's offensive was blocked, Li Piaoyu and the female cultivator surnamed Sun were not idle either. They endured their injuries and decisively increased their true energy, each using their own unique moves!

However, compared to Li Piaoyue, their injuries were obviously seven points more serious.

As soon as their respective magic weapons came out, the aura around them had not yet reached its peak. Their delicate bodies trembled, blood was vomited out of their mouths, and they suddenly stopped and fell to the ground.

Watching Sun Wenzhu pass by, the two people's eyes were full of unwillingness and self-blame.

On the other hand, Sun Wenzhu, faced with two seriously injured people, had no intention of adding a killing move. He kept running with his body close to the ground, focusing entirely on Su Twelve.

Seeing the battle restarting in the distance, the monks from the East China Sea Islands were not idle either. They quickly exchanged glances and stepped forward to provide support.

But everyone was far away and didn't wait to rush forward.

Among the monks of the Demonic Shadow Palace, Zong Lu suddenly rushed out, leaving countless setting suns in the sky, and also headed straight for Su Twelve.

Zong Lu was surrounded by demonic aura and evil atmosphere, and he obviously had some special movement technique.

The speed was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was the last to arrive and was on par with Sun Wenzhu.

"Unexpectedly, Fellow Daoist Sun was not only meticulous in his observations, but also decisive in his actions."

"However, this matter to Su Twelve is very important. How can I, the Demonic Shadow Palace, not share a share of the pie?"

Turning to look at Sun Wenzhu, Zong Lu added another three points of speed and steadily surpassed Sun Wenzhu by half a body.

Sun Wenzhu's heart skipped a beat and he was suddenly surprised.

I thought that I would remind the other party and make the other party hesitate. In this way, when the monks from the East China Sea Islands rushed over, they would inevitably be involved in the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually had a secret technique to hide his movement.

An accident was an accident, and Sun Wenzhu was not a newcomer on the road to cultivating immortality, so he calmed down in an instant.

Narrowing his eyes, he immediately said: "The methods of the Demonic Shadow Palace are really surprising. They can catch up so quickly. However... you and I are equally powerful. If we fight, we will definitely reap the benefits."

"Oh? It seems that Fellow Daoist Sun has an idea, why not tell him!" Zong Lu asked immediately.

"According to the agreement between the two sects in the past, each of you and I will choose one of Su Twelve's treasures."

"As for that supreme treasure, after we leave here, we can decide who owns it through a battle, how about it?"

Sun Wenzhu said quickly.

While they were talking, the two of them had arrived less than ten feet away from Su Twelve's body.

At this position, the two of them were under the greatest pressure.

However, seeing the hanging Nascent Soul still making no movement, he was completely relieved.

"Fellow Daoist Sun's suggestion is good, but how to take away the treasures on his body is a problem?"

"No matter who you leave it to for safekeeping, I'm afraid they won't be able to reassure them."

Zong Lu continued to speak, the true energy in his body surged wildly, his moves secretly gathered, and his sharp eyes kept scanning, looking for anything valuable on Su Twelve.

"This matter is simple. You and I will each take half of the treasure he has. The other party will set up a sealing formation or means on top of the treasure he has obtained."

"I believe this, Demon Shadow Palace should be better at it."

"If fellow Taoists from the sect are not at ease, we can also make another vow with our inner demons."

Sun Wenzhu smiled indifferently, his eyes briefly paused on Su Twelve Nascent Soul, and then he scanned them as well.

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Sun really came prepared. In that case, then follow what Fellow Daoist Sun said."

Zong Lu laughed wildly.

The words just fell.

The two of them launched their attacks at the same time, with one hand urging the attack towards Su Twelve's physical body, and the other hand moving his true energy, trying to take the storage bag and various treasures on Su Twelve's body into his palms.

But just as the two of them took action, the mutation reappeared.

Under Su Twelve's body, a ball of mysterious energy suddenly shot out.

Before the two of them could react, the energy condensed and in the blink of an eye turned into a young figure wearing a black robe and three thousand white hair on his head.

Except for the difference in hair color and clothing, the appearance of the person who came was completely the same as the body lying on the ground and the pocket Nascent Soul.

"What? Su Twelve??? You...you...are still alive?"

"How can this be?"

Look at the body lying on the ground, and then look at the figure that appears in front of you.

Zong Lu and Sun Wenzhu both changed their expressions, their hearts trembled wildly, and huge waves arose in their hearts.

It’s unbelievable and even more incomprehensible!

The white-haired Su Twelve added a bit of mystery. This... was an image they had never seen before.

However, as the two people screamed, white-haired Su Twelve did not respond.

Compared with the main body lying on the ground, the illusory body condensed by the Condensing Soul Condensation technique has not reached the level of Nascent Soul, but is only 80-90% of what Su Twelve was before he transcended the tribulation.

Even so, such strength is more than enough to deal with the two people in front of him.

A majestic aura surged around his body, and white-haired Su Twelve stepped out in one step. He was like a ghost, and as fast as lightning, he came to Zong Lu in the blink of an eye.