Aiming for the Immortal Path

"My origins... You are not worthy of knowing!"

The green fox mask on Yin Qingxue's face disappeared, replaced by a silver armored cold face.

The eyes under the mask carried a sense of aloofness and arrogance.

"What a big tone, what an arrogant guy. In fact, what does it mean to you and our sect whether I tell you or not?" .??.??

"Since you know the Blood Sea Alchemy Furnace Soul Refining Formation, you should know that in this formation, no matter what kind of treasure you have, the final result is inevitable death!"

The Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Church sneered, intertwined her hands, and pinched the formula again.

The formula flew out and disappeared into the surrounding space.

The thousands of blood threads surrounding Yin Qingxue's body changed again, and the blood-red threads intertwined.

In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a spherical light ball covered with strange patterns.

On the light ball, the pattern patterns flowed with strange evil light.

In the center, Yin Qingxue, who stood proudly in the air, trembled slightly. Even though he had a blue battle armor to protect him, his inner essence was like a wild horse, escaping uncontrollably.

"Is death inevitable? Today, I have to learn a lesson about this legendary ancient evil formation."

"Twelve Poems of Cold Moon·Pine Shadow Slash!"

The inner essence was flowing out, and it was out of control at all.

Yin Qingxue knew in his heart that he didn't have many opportunities to attack.

He didn't think he could break the formation here. As long as he could break a crack, he would be able to escape.

After all, if he couldn't leave before his inner essence was exhausted, he would probably die here. Thinking of his unfinished plan, Yin Qingxue's eyes were more determined and sharp than ever at this moment.

A low shout sounded, and the attack was a strong move, without any reservation.

The sword formula was activated, and the Yuehua flying sword tightly held in his hand hummed and flew out of his hand.

The flying swords flew in the air, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of cold sword beams shot out. The sword beams intertwined, like the shadows of pine trees under the moon, tangible but not substantial. The speed... was even faster than lightning. In just a moment, the sword beams scattered and shot out. The spherical shackles that trapped Yin Qingxue exploded silently like paper, without any delay. The sword beams that broke free from the shackles intertwined into a huge sword dragon, carrying a huge voice and rushing straight to the boundary of the formation a hundred miles away. "Good trick! But if you want to break the formation and leave like this, it's too... too disrespectful to our sect." "Bodhisattva Seal·Dignified Compassionate Ship!" The Holy Saint of the Holy Spirit Sect remained calm, and the voice sounded, and her beautiful face, which was as calm as a well, showed a solemn expression. She pinched the Buddha seal with both hands, and a holy light suddenly burst out from her body. The light shone everywhere, and within the space of a hundred miles, the Blood Sea Alchemy Furnace Soul Refining Formation started to operate, and an infinite power came to bless it. The Holy Spirit Saint gently stroked with her bare hands, and boundless power condensed into a huge Buddha's hand that was both holy and evil. She took the huge sword dragon condensed by the sword light into her palm, and even grabbed Yin Qingxue's body with her backhand.

Yin Qingxue's face changed slightly, and before the Buddha's hand could grab him, his figure flew into the air like a startled wild goose. At the same time, the sword tactics changed again, and the sword moves were urged again, and he attacked the Holy Spirit Saint again and again.

For a while, the two figures chased each other in the sky, constantly attacking and blocking.

And within a radius of 100 miles, the other cultivators and mortals who had not left.

Before they could figure out what was going on, they seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, and their faces showed pain.

"What... what's going on?"

"The Holy Spirit Church... Didn't the Holy Spirit Church lead us to the bright and pure land?"

"I... I don't want to die!!"

... Among them, the mortals and a group of low-level cultivators lost their resistance first, and they only had time to whimper before they fainted and fell to the ground.

At the moment of consciousness dissipation and falling. .??.??

Figures screamed one after another, and before the sound fell, the flesh and blood disintegrated directly, turning into blood and staining the ground red.

The foundation-building cultivators and the golden elixir cultivators lasted longer.

But... that was all.

After a moment, they all fell to the ground in despair, and also turned into blood and dry bones.

It took only an incense stick of time, and the Holy Spirit Church was dead silent for a hundred miles, with only dry bones and the ground stained red with blood.

Only a few cultivators, in the life and death bald head, used special means to forcibly escape. And 99%, or even more cultivators, mortals, and even other creatures, all died in the formation.

The blood-stained ground was followed by countless blood mists, which almost covered the area of ​​100 miles.

In the blood mist, the battle between Yin Qingxue and the Holy Saint of the Holy Spirit Church continued.

However, the former's aura fluctuated violently, and his breathing became obviously rapid.

On the other hand, the Holy Saint of the Holy Spirit Church was not affected at all, and her strength even increased steadily because of the appearance of the blood mist.

If it weren't for Yin Qingxue's top magic weapon and extraordinary strength, it would be impossible for her to persist for so long.

But even so, the balance of victory slowly tilted towards the Holy Saint of the Holy Spirit Church.

In the underground space under the Holy Spirit Church.

Mu Yingluo's body trembled slightly, her brows knitted, and beads of sweat were constantly sliding down her temples.

The rapid breathing was like a nightmare.

Through the defects of the array eye, she could clearly see what was happening outside by projecting her consciousness.

The scene of thousands of cultivators, mortals, and even creatures falling in a pool of blood and dying tragically on the spot was clearly imprinted in her mind.

"Damn it, it turns out... the so-called Holy Spirit Cult is so cruel and cruel! They arranged evil formations and sacrificed so many creatures. How dare they...? What exactly do they want to do?"

"Mu Yingluo, Mu Yingluo, you claim to be righteous in the world, you are determined to eliminate demons and evil in the world, and do your best for the advancement of the human race. Faced with such a situation, you would choose to retreat?"

"Coward, you are such a coward, a weak and incompetent coward!"

Mu Yingluo deliberately ignored everything that was happening in the outside world, but the figures who fell helpless and died tragically were like a nightmare that she could not get rid of.

Various thoughts kept rising in her heart, which were torturing her heart, causing her state of mind to fluctuate at this moment.

Before a thought falls, another thought arises.

All kinds of distracting thoughts were intertwined and surrounded, and quietly, a faint black aura emerged in Mu Yingluo's heart.

That black energy is a sign that the monk has become possessed and the inner demons are growing.

Once the black energy appeared, it expanded rapidly at an alarming rate, causing Mu Yingluo's sanity to rapidly decline at this moment.

However, just when the black energy was about to completely occupy his heart and his reason was completely lost.

Holding Mu Yingluo's heart tightly, Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul was still in a coma. The sandalwood beads hanging around the Nascent Soul's neck shimmered at this moment.

The glimmer of light circulated, and a stream of pure Buddha essence was released.

Part of it was incorporated into Su Twelve Yuanying's body, and the other part was directly immersed in Mu Yingluo's heart.