Aiming for the Immortal Path

A golden elixir turned into powder silently and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, there is Qi Sanniang's second-grade golden elixir in Su Twelve's puppet body to keep the puppet body running.

Ignoring the surprise, Su Twelve hurriedly activated his power to distance himself.

"How is it possible that you...you have more than one golden elixir in your body?" The next second, the exclamation of the Lord of Cang Yue City came.

The sound rang out, followed by another wave of fierce attacks.

This time, Su Twelve didn't answer.

The next move was already frightening, my heart strings were tense, and I didn't dare to relax at all!

After just a brief confrontation, he had already realized that there was a huge disparity in strength between himself and the Lord of Cang Yue City.

However, the city lord of Cang Yue City in the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage has such great strength.

Su Twelve couldn't imagine how powerful Duanmu Burning Dragon and his ilk would be.

It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that the formation he had set up in Donghuang Village was obviously a little overstated.

I originally thought that with the help of several third-level formations, I would be able to fight against those in the late Golden Core stage or even the Great Perfection.

But now it seems that just two or three opponents like the Lord of Cang Yue City will be enough to make him panic.

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and Su Twelve became more cautious.

The only hope at the moment lies in Tang Zhuying. I just hope that the other party can make a quick decision and get rid of the other person as soon as possible.

On the other side, Tang Zhuying's figure was flying in the air, still motionless.

The withered old man's attacks were stronger one after another, but she chose to remain unchanged in response to all changes.

The sound of the flute is sometimes high-pitched, sometimes melodious, and the invisible sound waves are like water waves, rippling in the air.

As the sound blew, the emerald green bamboo leaves in the sky transformed into mysterious attacks.

Both sides come and go, time is

Passed by quietly.

The moment is approaching in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Su Twelve had already pressed the yellow tooth monk's golden elixir into the abdomen of the puppet body to use it as the energy driver for the puppet body.

But even so, under the intensive offensive of the Lord of Cangyue City, it has reached the end of its strength.

"Haha, if you want to deal with me within a quarter of an hour, little girl, you are too trusting!!!"

The strong wind was raging, but there was no sign of the haggard old man, but his slightly content and provocative laughter could be heard from all directions.

With the same goal as Su Twelve, seeing that Tang Zhuying was helpless for the moment, the haggard old man also chose to drag the fight out.

As long as the Lord of the City takes care of the guy on the other side, then the two of them join forces to deal with Tang Zhuying in front of them, and it will be more than enough.

Faced with the provocation of the haggard old man, Tang Zhuying kept her eyes closed tightly with a calm expression on her face.

The calm look on her face made it impossible to tell what was going on in her mind, and she seemed completely unaware of the passage of time and unaware of Su Twelve's situation.

But in the next second, the melodious flute sound stopped abruptly. The emerald green bamboo leaves all over the sky also disappeared.

Tang Zhuying suddenly opened her eyes, and two rays of light flashed through her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

Then, an ethereal and clear voice sounded.

"Too big? No... I should say, everything is over!"

"It's over? Haha, little girl, I'm afraid you're not just dreaming! I'm still fine... here... what is this?"

Before the withered old man finished speaking, his voice became panicked.

But I saw in the air, with Tang Zhuying as the center, with a radius of ten feet, countless

An emerald green thread as thin as a hair suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Although the threads are thin, they are extremely strong. The straight threads are like sharp blades, intertwined with each other, forming a dragnet.

Despite the raging wind and energy impact, it didn't move at all.

On the left side of Tang Zhuying, almost ten feet away, the figure of a haggard old man appeared. .??.

The old man was in the air, but he couldn't move at all, as if he was immobilized.

The silk threads all over the sky had penetrated his whole body before he knew it.

"How...how could this happen?"

In the blink of an eye, the haggard old man was covered in blood and turned into a bloody man.

The only thing left that could move was a pair of cloudy eyes filled with disbelief.

"You are the one who puts too much pressure on me. You are just secretly sending Wuchang to death without knowing it!"

Tang Zhuying's red lips parted slightly and she said calmly, her body full of heroic spirit, showing her valiant and heroic appearance.

Qian Qian's jade fingers gently lifted up, and the surrounding silk threads quickly gathered together and disappeared after disappearing into her cuffs.

"boom!"

The withered old man had the intention to say something else, but before he could say anything, his whole body turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded, leaving no bones.

Only one golden elixir fell into Tang Zhuying's hands and was pocketed by the silk thread.

After doing this, Tang Zhuying's eyes flashed coldly, and his gaze fell on Su Twelve.

At this time, Su Twelve, although he escaped every attack from the Lord of Cang Yue City, was knocked away by the impact of the huge energy surplus.

He took one step out and appeared again. Tang Zhuying was already behind Su Twelve.

He raised his hand and held Su Twelve's back with his bare hands.

The curved eyelashes flicked slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

With the aura exuding from Su Twelve and his cultivation strength, she was really surprised that Su Twelve could last so long in the hands of the Lord of Cang Yue City.

But what surprised Tang Zhuying even more was that when her palms came into contact, she didn't feel the slightest breath of life from Su Twelve.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought that the other person was still alive and standing in front of her. She would have thought it was a cold, dead thing.

Could it be...that this person practices special skills?

Doubts flashed past, and then Tang Zhuying immediately said: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help. Just leave the rest to me!"

The other hand gently patted out, and the true energy surged like a spring, easily blocking the aftermath of the Cang Yue City Lord's attack.

Looking at the Lord of Cang Yue City in front of her, Tang Zhuying was filled with strong confidence.

When the Lord of Cang Yue City joined forces with the withered old man, it was naturally difficult for her to resist, but she still had confidence in fighting alone.

Otherwise, Cang Yue City would not be in such a state just by one person and a bamboo flute.

"Well! Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Su Twelve didn't show off, nodded, hovered aside, and swept the formation for Tang Zhuying.

Now that the situation was clear and he had the upper hand, he was secretly relieved.

Seeing the withered old man fall, and seeing Tang Zhuying appear in front of his sight, the figure of the Lord of Cangyue City suddenly stopped and stood in the sky. The crazy anger on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by extreme calmness.

The enemy who killed his son was right in front of him, so he naturally wanted to kill him with a thousand knives to avenge his son.

But the strength of the seventh-grade golden elixir expert should not be underestimated. He had already deeply understood this from previous battles.

Now the situation has reversed, and it has become one with less against many. The originally pitiful chance of winning has suddenly become slim.