Aiming for the Immortal Path

"How is it possible? You...are unscathed?"

Seeing Su Twelve, Brother Huangya didn't know the reason for the situation, his pupils shrank, and he was shocked.

The tattooed female nun and the hunchbacked monk also had serious expressions on their faces, looking a little surprised.

"Even if you have great abilities, you will only die if you do this!" The tattooed female cultivator said coldly with a flirtatious look.

As soon as he finished speaking, another huge stream of true energy surged out.

The combined force of the three moves surged, and the sword light rising from the ground shattered one after another. The Earth Sword move was broken on the spot!

Su Twelve, who had just appeared, was once again facing a dangerous situation.

Before the attack landed, Su Twelve could already faintly feel that the puppet's body was on the verge of collapse.

The three powerful men in the Golden Core stage jointly attack, after all, they cannot be underestimated!

But he took his time and dealt with it calmly. ??

The hands dance lightly and flexibly, the hands are kneaded and the mantra is chanted, and then the formation seals are formed!

Countless formation marks were flying, and formations appeared again in the field.

The energy in the air fluctuated, with the power to move like stars, and the combined moves of the three people disappeared instantly.

"And there are formations?"

The faces of the three tattooed female cultivators changed again, and before they could react, they fell into the formation again.

The sky is filled with yellow sand in his sight, and invisible murderous intent is sweeping towards him.

The tattooed female cultivator fingered the sword with her left hand, and in her right hand, she held another formation-breaking bead tightly in her hand.

The white giant sword once again turned into a ribbon, rolling up the yellow sand in the sky.

The third formation-breaking bead followed closely, reproducing the miraculous effect and fixing the formation pattern.

"Crack!"

The tattooed female cultivator struck another palm and shattered the formation in front of her.

But the moment the formation was broken, her pupils shrank, but she couldn't help but be stunned.

In the sight, there are still formation marks circulating, and there are no figures of the yellow-toothed monk and the hunchbacked monk.

"How could it be? In just a few days, this guy... just how many formations have he deployed?"

brain

Thoughts arise in the sea.

Then there was a shrill scream.

In another formation, the Yellow Fang cultivator faced countless attacks from vines emitting powerful auras as soon as he entered the formation.

His martial arts, as well as the flying sword he used, all belong to the five elements of earth and are being restrained by wood.

Facing this endless stream of attacks, we are simply overwhelmed.

Just when Brother Huangya was complaining secretly, Su Twelve's deep voice reached his ears again.

"The universe is regarded as God, the sword of heaven and earth points to it, and humans and earth respect heaven. This is called the sword of heaven!!!"

The sound sounded, and the sword light in the sky passed through the clouds, falling like a strong wind and rain.

The move of the Heavenly Sword is activated, and the huge force shakes the heaven and the earth, like a raging torrent.

"not good!"

"Boy... you forced me to do this! Even if I die, I will support you."

The yellow-toothed monk's face changed drastically, he secretly screamed something bad, gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

Qi Na Dantian spread all over his body, and at the center of his eyebrows, his spiritual consciousness condensed and turned into a finger-long pocket spiritual sword light.

As soon as this move was performed, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the Yellow-toothed monk's mouth, and his face immediately faded. His face turned pale for a moment, his body trembled slightly, and his energy seemed to be drained out.

The divine sword light pierced the air, as fast as lightning. But in the blink of an eye, he passed through the Heavenly Sword move, passed through the formation, and arrived in front of Su Twelve.

"puff!"

In Su Twelve's eyes, the jewel-like eyes suddenly stagnated.

He saw a flash of divine consciousness sword light entering from between his eyebrows and piercing the back of his head.

The suddenness of this move caught people off guard. If Su Twelve's true body is here, even if he condenses the golden elixir and raises his cultivation to the golden elixir stage, he will never feel better if he doesn't die.

But at this time, Su Shi

The second is a puppet body. Although it is controlled by divine consciousness, there is no sea of ​​consciousness.

This move had minimal impact on Su Twelve.

"How could this happen? You...you are not...ah..."

In the formation, Huangya cultivator murmured as if he was struck by lightning, and seemed to think of something for a moment.

Before he could finish his words, he only had time to let out a shrill scream before he was swallowed up by the sword light that fell from the sky and penetrated his whole body.

Blood mist splashed all over the sky, and the yellow-toothed monk's body shattered and he died on the spot.

Only a streak of golden light rose into the sky, flickering left and right in the formation, but it was still unable to break through the formation and leave. .??.??

This thing is the golden elixir of Huangya monk.

For those who are strong in the golden elixir stage, as long as the golden elixir is not destroyed, they can find another person's body to take over and be reborn. But doing so is extremely risky. And in this way, one's own golden elixir will also disappear.

The tattooed female cultivator broke through the formation, and as soon as she came out, what she heard was the screams of the yellow-toothed cultivator.

"You...what did you do?!!!"

When her eyes fell on Su Twelve, the tattooed female cultivator's eyes became extremely solemn.

The endless formations and the screams of the Yellow Fang monks made her know that the person in front of her was far more difficult to deal with than she thought.

At this moment, she couldn't help but feel worried for her companion.

At the same time as she spoke, the tattooed female cultivator put her hands behind her back and flicked her fingers.

White horses are surrounding the body, maintaining an offensive and defensive posture at the same time.

"It's nothing, I'm just sending your friend to hell!"

"Next, it's your turn, Your Excellency!"

Su Twelve spoke calmly, dancing with his hands to control the formation.

The formation's light flowed, and as soon as he finished speaking, a golden light broke through the formation and landed on Su Twelve's palm.

The golden elixir's light flows, and there is only one pattern on it

, it is a first-grade golden elixir.

Flying together were the storage bag of the Yellow-toothed monk and the flying sword that shone with earthy yellow light and was of extraordinary quality at first glance.

"Fellow Taoist, I...I know I was wrong. I would like to ask you, fellow Taoist, to spare the little man's life."

The voice of the Yellow Fang cultivator came out, begging for mercy again and again. He was indeed very weak and could not even condense his virtual body.

In order to survive, he begged decisively.

"Who sent you here? What is the origin of the Holy Spirit Sect?" Su Twelve asked coldly.

Among the golden elixirs, the voice of the Huangya cultivator sounded quickly.

"The city lord of Cang Yue City sent us here. As for the origin of the Holy Spirit Cult, I don't know much. I only know that the city lord is the person in charge of the Holy Spirit Cult here."

The tattooed female cultivator opened her eyes, and her sharp gaze was like a sharp sword, which immediately fell on the golden elixir of the yellow-toothed cultivator.

"Huang Feng, you... are looking for death!"

The latter said sarcastically: "Fellow Daoist Qi, I'm sorry, I just want to live."

The tattooed female cultivator raised her lips slightly and sneered: "Stupid! Do you think this person will let you go if you explain everything?"

Brother Huang Ya did not answer, but hurriedly spoke to Su Twelve, "Say... Fellow Taoist, I have already told you everything I know. I hope you... can let me go."

"I am willing to be a slave and a servant to serve my Taoist friends... you..."

"No...you...you can't do this!"

Before Brother Huangya could finish speaking, streaks of red lightning filled with destructive power emitted from Su Twelve's lungs, flowed along Su Twelve's body, and flowed into his palms.

No matter how hard Brother Huangya begged, under the black clothes, the expression on Su Twelve's face did not change at all.

A snap of the fingers.

A wisp of gray-black mist dissipated.

In Su Twelve's palm, the luster of the golden elixir became purer, and there was no longer any breath of life.