Aiming for the Immortal Path

“Hmph!”

Seeing that the charm spell failed to seduce, the demon cultivator suddenly uttered a heavy groan.

The next moment, his figure reappeared.

This time, the demon cultivator’s face was no longer happy, his eyes were cold, and his whole body was as cold as ice.

In his hand, he held a small flying sword that was no more than seven inches long and covered with snake patterns. The sword light flashed with a cold light, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Su Twelve’s heart.

Just when the flying sword was about to stab, Su Twelve’s chanting stopped abruptly.

At the same time, his figure swayed slightly, and moved to the side at a faster speed.

At the same time, the demon cultivator’s charming figure and the flying sword in his hand almost passed by Su Twelve.

Without waiting for Su Twelve to urge a counterattack, the demon cultivator’s figure disappeared again.

In the field, a cheerful laughter like a silver bell rang.

"Hehe... I thought you really became a Buddha and a saint, and you are not afraid of death."

"Since you are a living person, why pretend to be cold!"

"Even if you are an iceberg today, I will melt you. The joy of the world, dual cultivation is the most beautiful thing in the world, especially dual cultivation with me, I guarantee that you will be dying and happy, maybe... it can also greatly increase your magic power!"

Amidst the silver bell-like laughter, the charming voice of the demon cultivator sounded again.

Hearing the sound.

Su Twelve's eyes flashed, and he was about to continue chanting Taoist scriptures.

But before the sound sounded, the scene in front of him changed drastically.

In his sight, the Jueshan Taoist Temple and the other people who fought all disappeared.

Instead, there was a dim room.

The doors and windows of the room were carved with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns. There were red candles swaying in the room, and a brocade quilt was embroidered on the bed. A figure dressed in red and with a half-hidden face sat on the edge of the bed.

The air was filled with an indescribable fragrance, making the whole room full of charm.

The fragrance was fragrant, combined with the scene of the wedding night.

It was like a dream.

It made Su Twelve's mind dazed, and a series of pictures flashed uncontrollably in his mind.

At this moment, it seemed that he was not a cultivator on the long road to immortality.

But he was a scholar who had found a beautiful woman and was just waiting for the wedding night.

Su Twelve was rational and knew that the scholar in the picture had nothing to do with him.

But his body seemed to lose control at this moment, and he could not help but walk slowly towards the figure in front of the bed.

This strange method made Su Twelve's mind tremble wildly and was shocked!

If they fought head-on, even if he had no chance of winning, he would be able to hold the other party back by relying on the secret method of space.

But now, this demon cultivator's endless charm methods.

It would have affected his mind just now, but at this moment... he was rational and sober, but his body showed signs of losing control.

Even without the formation, he directly used magic to pull himself into the illusion in front of him.

This situation is obviously wrong no matter how you look at it!

He can't find the other party's whereabouts, even if he has many means, he doesn't even know how to defend himself.

Such a passive situation is rare for Su Twelve, who has been cultivating for many years!

At this moment.

Although he can't judge where the murderous intent is hidden, his intuition tells Su Twelve that if he gets close to the figure in the room, I'm afraid nothing good will happen.

Su Twelve has not thought of a response plan yet, and his body has come to the figure in front of the bed.

The closer he is to the figure, the stronger the inexplicable sense of crisis in Su Twelve's heart.

"No, no matter what this demon cultivator is doing, he can't let his body lose control!"

"The wedding night is full of red light... If that's the case, then add a little more joy to this red light!"

With a thought in his mind, Su Twelve knew that he couldn't sit and wait for death.

At the moment, he didn't care about the out-of-control body and simply ignored it, but focused on raising his essence and stimulating his power.

Fortunately, his body was out of control, but his true essence could still be activated normally as soon as his mind moved.

This feeling was very wonderful.

When he was about to make a move, Su Twelve had a vague guess in his heart.

Now that his body was out of control, it was very likely that it was an illusion formed by the influence of the secret method of the demon cultivator.

Whether it was true or not, Su Twelve had no time to judge.

"The world is reversed. The sun shines on the snow!"

He shouted in anger from the bottom of his heart, and in an instant, the true essence in his body surged, as powerful as a thousand horses galloping.

"Clang!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the flying sword Zixia Jingtao, which was returned by the East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua, rushed out of Su Twelve's body.

The flying sword was suspended in front of him, and as soon as it appeared, it brought a glow of light to all directions.

Under the reflection of the red light, Zixia Jingtao looked like a cloud on the horizon.

The flying sword swayed lightly, making bursts of sword sounds!

As a result, more amazing sword intent spread from the sword body.

Under the impact of the sword intent, Su Twelve's body, which was out of control, suddenly paused.

The next moment.

Su Twelve's eyes flashed with a brilliant light, and he immediately regained control of his body.

After regaining control of his body, Su Twelve's palms flew, and his hands intertwined at the first time, condensing sword seals and sword techniques.

Amid the buzzing sound, the purple clouds and waves ignited a blazing flame.

The rosy clouds turned into fire, and the fire rushed up to the sky. In the blink of an eye, it was like a scorching sun slowly rising into the sky.

The scorching sun was across the sky, and the original wedding night scene was immediately ignited by a raging fire.

In the fire, rolling demonic energy rushed up to the sky.

All the scenes were burned.

Through the fire, the scene of the Taoist temple slowly reappeared in front of Su Twelve's eyes.

Outside the red gate of the main hall, Mo Huaikong was still fighting with the great demon in the fusion period.

Without the support of the two demon cultivators in the Spirit Severing Stage, the power of both sides was intense, but neither could gain a chance of winning.

Near the Lingguan Palace, Ling Yueshang swung his sword in the air.

Every move brought about the spread of unparalleled sword intent.

The black magic flying sword, the Jueqing Sword, was as easy to use as an arm and a finger under its urging.

Wherever the sword light passed, it left a trail of afterimages and continuous sword energy.

The sword energy intertwined into a net, surrounding the burly demon cultivator tightly.

The demon cultivator was strong and his physical strength was comparable to that of a ninth-grade magic weapon.

The sword energy under Ling Yueshang's urging fell one after another, but it seemed to hit a piece of fine iron boulder, making a jingling sound and bursting out sparks.

The continuous sword energy never broke through the demon cultivator's defense.

However, the demon cultivator's movements were obviously restricted by the sword energy.

The demon Yuan urged the demon magic to form a rolling demon wind around him.

The strong wind howled, but it never had much impact on Ling Yueshang's offensive.

The corner of his eye swept over, and he could see the battle situation of the other two battlefields in the Taoist temple.

At the same time, Su Twelve's hand gestures kept changing.

The flying sword Zixia Jingtao, under the blessing of the true essence spell, hung in the air, shining like the sun.

This spell was incredibly powerful and could be called a unique move.

If Su Twelve wanted, the spell range would cover a hundred miles, and it would not be a problem to burn mountains and boil seas.

But if there were so many, the consumption of true essence power would be very amazing.

In the outside world, it was still a bit too much to bear.

Not to mention that at this moment in the ruins of the ancient gods, all the spells and actions of the cultivators and creatures consumed several times more power than in the outside world.