Aiming for the Immortal Path

The next moment, Taoist Aunt Shenwei's natal magic weapon, Jiuyou Mo Shu, trembled in the air, soared into the air, and flew straight to the direction of Xiao Wukian.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, I leave this natal magic weapon to you to control. Even if I want to kill evil spirits, I won't hesitate to sacrifice this treasure."

"But it's really possible. I still hope that Fellow Daoist Xiao can preserve this life-giving treasure of my life as much as possible."

The magic weapon flew out, Taoist Aunt Shenwei had a look of pain on her face, and couldn't help but give instructions.

In the world of cultivating immortals, regardless of the level of a monk's cultivation level, any object that can be used as a natal magic weapon is something that has been refined with great effort and has been with the monk for many years.

As time goes by, it is inevitable that some feelings will remain.

Between people, there are all kinds of intrigues, schemes and betrayals.

But magic weapons...especially treasures that have been cultivated for many years rarely eat their masters.

"Fellow Daoist Shenwei, you can rest assured that we are working together to prevent this evil demon from resurrecting."

Xiao Wujian spoke calmly.

The Nine Nether Blood Lotus was taken by Su Twelve. Naturally, he would not interfere if the other party made the decision.

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and before the Nine Nether Ink Book in the air could fly to him, it changed direction and floated to Song Chunqiu on the side.

"Fellow Daoist Song, the next key is up to you. Xiao and all the fellow Taoists present will do their best to protect you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword skills in his hand changed.

The two flying swords of Wentian and Tianwen crossed each other in the air, and their brilliance flourished again.

In the light, the sky-wide sword energy erupted from it, like a roaring wave, taking the lead in launching a counterattack against the swarm of Soul-eating Insects ahead.

As Xiao Wujian took action, all the monks present were busy urging their efforts.

Various colors of brilliance bloomed, and magic weapons of different shapes flew and intertwined to form a magnificent and gorgeous scene.

Deep in the insect swarm, the Nascent Soul of Ding Shoudian, amidst the strange evil aura, also seemed to be aware of the crisis.

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\u003e The evil energy fluctuated violently, and the insect swarm's death rate suddenly increased by three points.

Among the crowd, Song Chunqiu, a hundred-year-old academy scholar, held a writing brush in his hand, and his eyes fell on the two top magic weapons in front of him: the Jade Clear Ruler and the Nine Nether Ink Script.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly raised his pen and swung it in the air.

Peiran's true energy escapes from the tip of the brush magic weapon, leaving thick ink strokes like smoke in the air.

The smoke swirled and spread, fading away from black in the blink of an eye, turning into a pure white and holy cloud.

Among them, it is full of the awe-inspiring spirit of Confucianism.

As the clouds and mist dissipated, waves of tyrannical aura filled the Jade Clear Ruler.

The next moment, Yu Qingzhi suddenly trembled and immediately changed.

It originally looked like a long ruler, but with a snap of your fingers it turned into a Tai Chi circle diagram.

Song Chunqiu's strokes continued one after another, and the Tai Chi diagram rose in the wind, and the energy fluctuated, exuding the aura of the formation.

In an instant, the Tai Chi Diagram covered a thousand-foot radius, encompassing everyone present.

In this move, he used his own Yuan Gong to activate the magic weapon in his hand and set up a formation in the air.

The moment the formation was formed, Song Chunqiu suddenly paused with the brush in his hand and moved forward. The Nine Nether Ink Calligraphy Treasure handed over by Taoist Aunt Shenwei turned into a stream of light and was thrown into the formation, landing right at the Yang Yuyan position.

Song Chunqiu's true energy was fully raised, and when he took a step forward, he landed in the Yin Fish Eye position.

The yin and yang returned to their original positions, and in an instant, an astonishing amount of evil energy appeared all over Song Chunqiu.

As for the Jiuyou Mo Shu, it was instantly enveloped by abundant awe-inspiring righteousness.

However, Haoran's righteousness and Xiebao's evil qi, which were originally restrained from each other, did not have any conflict at this moment. They seemed to get along extremely harmoniously with each other.

No waiting

Song Chunqiu made unnecessary moves, the yin and yang rotated, and the entire Tai Chi diagram seemed to come alive in an instant.

One good and one evil, two completely different forces, surrounding each other, formed an invisible huge storm, spreading outward at an alarming speed.

Under the auspices of Song Chunqiu, the formation moved forward slowly.

The magic weapon formed by the formation also absorbs all the evil spirits emitted by the surrounding soul-eating insects and the death of the soul-eating insects.

The strange evil force rotates with the storm, dyeing the invisible storm into a strange dark gray. But as the power expands, more evil force is also drawn in.

In the center of the storm, Song Chunqiu was still writing.

Waves of Haoran's righteousness spread from the brush magic weapon in his hand. With the blessing of the Tai Chi Liangyi Zhoutian Formation, Haoran's power was doubled in power as if it was assisted by a god.

Wherever the power goes, countless evil spirits dissipate from heaven and earth.

On the other side, Jiuyou Mo Shu was clearly surrounded by great righteousness, but the evil spirits within him continued to rise.

The magic weapon is spinning and spinning continuously, absorbing the evil power in the storm into the magic weapon.

For a time, no matter whether you sincerely cooperate or not.

With the joint efforts of everyone, the soul-eating insects in the sky, as well as the strange evil energy deep in the insect swarm, are on the verge of being suppressed.

A cup of tea, a stick of incense, a quarter of an hour, an hour.

As time passed, Jiuyou Ink Book continued to tremble violently, absorbing too much evil power, causing the aura of the magic weapon itself to fluctuate.

As for Song Chunqiu, under the continuous urging, the true energy in his body was almost bottomed out.

Even if you continue to swallow spiritual pills and use the spiritual crystals to restore your energy, the speed at which it can be converted into your own true energy must be that the consumption of true energy can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.

Song Chunqiu and Jiuyou Mo Shu have reached their respective limits.

Fortunately, the strange and evil atmosphere in the venue is much worse than the most open one.

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At the beginning, it was also weakened to less than half of what it was at the beginning.

"Fellow Daoists, Fellow Daoist Song has done enough."

"The evil demon's Nascent Soul has appeared. Whether this battle can be successful depends on this last strike."

"If we cut off the chance of the evil demon's resurrection, we can leave this place without worry!"

Looking at the Nascent Soul of Ding Shoudian that reappeared in his sight, Xiao Wujian shouted loudly.

Even if the true essence in his body was consumed in the continuous battles, it was also consumed.

But Xiao Wujian's momentum did not decrease at all, and the two flying swords became more and more brilliant under his control.

After the words fell, two sword lights led the way, and the sword energy in the sky formed two tails of sword energy fields, rushing towards the Nascent Soul of Ding Shoudian.

At the same time, everyone in the field was shocked, and each of them activated amazing and powerful moves.

Success or failure depends on this move, and no one dares to be careless.

However, just when everyone's offensive approached the Nascent Soul,

Suddenly, the eyes of Ding Shoudian's Yuanying, which were originally lifeless and as big as grains of rice, suddenly showed a bright spirit.

The eyes rolled and shone with a disdainful look. Wherever they looked, the space seemed to be still.

The joint attack of the crowd paused.

The moment the people in the formation met this look, their heartbeats accelerated uncontrollably, and they felt that the blood in their bodies was boiling, as if it was about to burst out of their bodies!

"Not good! This evil demon... is resurrected?!"

A voice sounded in the crowd.

In the sight, Ding Shoudian's Yuanying figure suddenly formed seals with both hands.

In the blink of an eye, the strange evil power around the Yuanying was immediately attracted, swirling and intertwining, and condensed into an evil vein.

The vein exuded an evil light and condensed into a half-real and half-virtual evil barrier in front of it.