Aiming for the Immortal Path

Only once they met, Yan Guihui and Baili Zhuilong flew upside down.

One had his arm broken, and the other's body was directly shattered. Only the Nascent Soul was left hanging in the air with a pale face. Covered by the evil magic of three ghost cultivators around him, the Nascent Soul passed away at an alarming speed.

Even the fog in the valley outside the Bagua array was sparsely shaken away by the energy impact of the fight between several people.

Before the three of them could adjust their aura, Feng Heyu and his party continued to step forward.

"It's... it's over!"

"We are responsible for the sect's entrustment!"

The three of them looked at each other with despair in their eyes.

From the moment they entered the battle, the three of them realized that they were no match for the few against the many.

But he didn't expect that he would lose so quickly.

"Su Twelve, you will pay with your life for my husband!"

Seeing that the overall situation was decided, Feng Heyu stopped taking action. Sen Han locked his eyes on the figure of Twelve in the Bagua array, and his teeth rattled.

A heart-rending roar came from between his teeth, and he passed directly past the three seriously injured people and headed straight for Su Twelve who was in the Bagua Formation Seal.

The companions beside him obviously intended to wait for Su Twelve to complete the weapon refining, and then take the opportunity to kill people and seize the treasure.

But her hatred for Su Twelve made her unable to care about this at all.

Whether the magic weapon can be successfully refined or not is not important to her at all. Killing Su Twelve and avenging her dead husband was her only belief at this moment.

However, Feng Heyu didn't wait for him to rush to the front of the formation.

A violent force rose up, and Su Ye's body was filled with flames, suppressing his injuries, and he was standing in front of Feng Heyu.

"As long as I, Su Ye, am still alive, I will never ask you to take another step forward!"

A soft voice sounded, and an unparalleled power emerged from her Dantian. The huge aura attracted the sideways glances of everyone present.

"This breath...Senior Sister Su Ye actually ignited the Nascent Soul spontaneously?!!"

Yan Gui returned and murmured, then the words stopped.

Then, the gaze in his eyes became firm.

The injury to the broken arm stopped suddenly, and the Nascent Soul in the Dantian also ignited an unknown flame at this moment.

A steady stream of power surged from the Dantian to the limbs and bones, and the terrifying aura caused the besieged Holy Spirit Cult and Sin Taoists to change their expressions and subconsciously take a few steps back.

The road to cultivating immortality is extremely difficult, going against the will of heaven.

As long as there is a chance of survival, no one is willing to give up. The higher your cultivation level, the more you know that life is precious.

The Nascent Soul that spontaneously ignites is undoubtedly a death wish and gives up the slim chance of life.

Similarly, the spontaneous combustion of the golden elixir can also allow the practitioner to gain tremendous power in a short period of time.

"Okay, okay! What a Yunge Sect, it's really eye-opening."

"But so what if the golden elixir spontaneously ignites. I want to see how long you can hold on."

"This Su Twelve, today... must die!"

Feng Heyu stared at the huge aura, the murderous intent in her eyes not diminishing. She didn't retreat even a bit, but she was no longer in a hurry to take action.

Although the Nascent Soul can spontaneously ignite, it can gain huge power in a short period of time, but at most it can only last for one stick of incense.

It was only a stick of incense, she... could afford to wait.

In the Bagua Formation, Su Twelve's figure was in the air, his fists were clenched, his nails were deeply embedded in his fleshy palms, and his face was already ashen.

He had no way of knowing what was happening outside the sect.

But the scenes that happened outside the Bagua formation were clearly visible.

However, the fate of the magic weapon has reached the final critical moment, and he has no time to separate himself, let alone do anything else.

"Yunge Sect... is indeed the same Yunge Sect as before!"

Su Ye, Yan

The behavior of the two people when they returned made him feel dazed, as if he had gone back to the time of the battle at Qifeng Mountain in Yunhan.

In the past, the Cangshan monks who plotted against each other, faced the evil minions, and they were not afraid of death. They did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives, but they also tried their best to stop the evil cult alliance from poisoning the common people.

In the vast world, there are many people who do not cherish their own lives, but there are many people who sacrifice their lives for righteousness.

"That's it! That's it! Enough of Su's classmates have died before his eyes."

"The cause and effect of the Buddhist sect, Su Twelve should come down!"

His eyes fell on the dying Second Nascent Soul, with only one breath left. Su Twelve's eyes quickly became firm.

The refining of the natal magic weapon is at the last moment, and one must not act rashly.

Su Ye, Yan's return, and Baili Zhuilong's lives are at stake. If they want to save people, they can only use the vast Buddha energy in the sandalwood beads.

Su Twelve's heart was clear. That day, the Buddhist senior in the Stone Lotus insisted on letting him take away the sandalwood beads. It was most likely that he expected this moment.

If Su Twelve had just entered the world of cultivating immortals in the past, he would have been full of hatred, walking on thin ice, and only wanted revenge.

But now, hundreds of years have passed, and the hatred in my heart has not diminished at all. But in addition to hatred, there is more love between master and disciple, and... friendship between the same disciples.

It’s okay if you can’t see it, but you can still die trying to protect yourself while watching your fellow disciples die tragically in front of you.

He... couldn't remain indifferent.

Mouth whispers.

The moment he finished speaking, the eyes of the dying Second Nascent Soul suddenly shone with light.

The last remaining group of Nanming Lihuo was forced out of the fire source and thrown into the newly constructed flying sword in the air.

Without waiting for the body to dissipate, the second Yuanying's figure moved again, and the second Yuanying's Condensation Method was activated, and the remaining Yingyuan was thrown into the sandalwood beads hanging on the chest.

In the blink of an eye, in the Bagua formation,

Two Haoguang lights bloomed brightly at the same time.

One is as red as the sun, and the other is as bright as the Buddha's light.

The fiery red light circulated, and the sword body, which was originally just the shape of a flying sword, quickly took shape. Above the flying sword, the weapon spirit, which had already been in extreme pain, was like a dry land being nourished by sweet springs.

The ethereal figure quickly solidified and turned into a fiery red bird, screaming with joy and joy.

Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul, wrapped in Buddha's light, changed its appearance at an astonishing speed.

The red hair disappeared without a trace and was replaced by a bald man.

Although the villain is small, his face is full of kindness, and he has the aura of an enlightened monk.

And within the body of the villain, there is even more abundant Buddha energy flowing around.

The second Nascent Soul benefited, and Su Twelve's body also changed.

The nearly exhausted true energy quickly recovered at this moment, and the level of cultivation that had not been improved for a long time continued to rise.

However, in the blink of an eye, the cultivation realm has reached the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage, and is only a thin line away from the late Nascent Soul stage.

"What a sandalwood Buddha bead, what a Buddhist treasure!"

"This thing has been kept for many years, and the Buddha Yuan has been mobilized countless times. Unexpectedly... to this day, it can still be used as the spiritual source of the second Nascent Soul. It has also caused my body's cultivation to skyrocket, which is enough to be worth hundreds of years of hard work. "

"The peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage, with a little more condensation, will definitely reach the late Nascent Soul stage. After that, I'm afraid it's time to prepare for the six or nine heavenly tribulations."

"However, regardless of whether we will survive the tribulation in the future or what impact the refining of this sandalwood Buddha beads will have on the future, the most urgent priority right now is to save people."

Su Twelve took a deep breath without caring about the impact of his greatly improved cultivation level.

The main body continues to stimulate energy and stabilize the natal magic weapon in front of him.

The second Yuanying took one step forward and appeared outside the formation in the blink of an eye.