Aiming for the Immortal Path

"Hahaha... The three of you are indeed the pinnacles of the three sects. In the face of death, you still have such courage. I really admire you!"

"If you weren't an opponent, I would definitely invite you all to sit down and have a drink together to talk about Taoism!"

"But now, speaking so loudly is not enough... Let me see what these three people can do!"

Zhao Mingyuan laughed wildly, and the loud sound echoed in the canyon.

Following the sound, Zhao Mingyuan and Zong Lu rose into the air at the same time, their eyes locked on Zen Master Shanfa.

On the other hand, Feng Heyu and Ning Yuanqi looked at each other, their eyes locked on Xiao Muzi and Shen Miaoyin. The demonic energy surged within his body, setting off fierce winds, and his strength soared, which shocked everyone present even more.

I can’t believe that the two of them didn’t try their best before?

But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the monks from the Great Zhao Dynasty and the Demonic Shadow Palace, who were still capable of fighting, under the leadership of Sun Wenzhu and Zhao Jingfeng, once again pressed on Su Twelve and others from three different directions.

"What can I do? Then it will be as you wish!"

The moment the words fell, Shen Miaoyin urged another powerful move.

In the mist, the Lihuo Xuanbing Sword was hovering in the air, and the movement of the sword caused a rain of swords to fill the sky. Thousands of sword energy hovered in the sky, like rain, heading straight towards the Zhao Dynasty and the monks of the Demonic Shadow Palace.

The leaders, Sun Wenzhu and Zhao Jingfeng, noticed something was wrong and their expressions changed in shock.

"This Shen Miaoyin is so powerful?!"

They were both strong men at the Golden Core stage, but there was only a small level difference between them, but the strength displayed by the other party made them feel powerless and just felt out of reach.

"Hmph! What a Shen Miaoyin, you really surprise me time and time again, but... do you really think that I don't exist?"

Before Shen Miaoyin's attack could fall on the two sect monks, Ning Yuan snorted coldly, quickly formed seals with his hands, and the fluctuating demonic energy suddenly transformed thousands of little demons.

Those little devils have no

He had no intelligence at all, but under the control of Ning Yuanqi, he followed the wind and rushed to the sword energy falling from the sky in the blink of an eye.

The sword energy and the little devil kept colliding and dissipating. The boundless energy fluctuations made everyone stunned.

The battle between masters is not only because of higher cultivation level, but also because of the control of true energy and the control of swordsmanship, all of which are meticulous and reach the extreme.

Seeing that Shen Miaoyin's offensive was blocked, Xiao Muzi and Zen Master Shanfa could not bear to be shocked by Ning Yuanqi's strength.

Dang even secretly transports the true essence and Buddha essence, and plans to help!

The two of them were about to take action when Feng Heyu, who had not moved, as well as Zhao Mingyuan and Zong Lu, took action at the same time.

Feng Heyu's body swayed and turned into a black cloud of billowing demonic energy, shrouding Xiao Muzi in it. Shrouded in black clouds, countless little demons succumbed to the attack and attacked Xiaomuzi crazily, directly cutting off Xiaomuzi's connection with the sword in the sky.

The energy in the mist fluctuated continuously. Without the power of the magic weapon, Xiao Muzi's combat power was greatly reduced, and he was almost beaten by Feng Heyu.

Zhao Mingyuan and Zong Lu joined forces to target Zen Master Shanfa at the same time. In the blink of an eye, the three of them had exchanged hundreds of moves.

Although with the help of secret techniques, he was able to temporarily suppress his injuries and regain his full strength. But Zhao Mingyuan and Zong Lu are also strong men.

With one against two, Zen Master Shanfa has no upper hand at all.

"Now we're in trouble! Where did the Liujia Sword Sect...the Demonic Shadow Palace find these two helpers? If these two people weren't too strong and had no formation to rely on, no matter how many monks there were in the two sects, how could they Take advantage!"

Looking at the fierce battle in the sky, Master Tianhong said in a deep voice.

Deliberate

He came to help, but he was seriously injured by a sneak attack earlier. In addition, he suppressed the injury and fought with Na Zonglu.

Now, he is already at the end of his strength and has no strength to fight anymore.

Zen Master Shanfa has a secret method that can temporarily restore his full strength, but he does not have such means!

As soon as Master Tianhong finished speaking, dozens of figures rushed forward and surrounded everyone.

"It doesn't matter! The dead... won't know whether it's troublesome or not."

"The Dragon Lord has already given you the opportunity. Since you fellow Taoists don't know how to cherish it, Sun Wenzhu has no choice but to send you on your way on behalf of the Dragon Lord!"

The leader, Sun Wenzhu, swiped his folding fan, and his true energy turned into an anaconda. It opened its mouth and fangs, and headed straight for Master Tianhong, who was seriously injured.

Master Tianhong's pupils shrank, and he was determined to resist, but he was seriously injured and couldn't activate the true energy in his body at all.

The only thing he could do was to raise his sword to fight and watch the attack coming.

"Damn...it's ridiculous that this old man has been cultivating the immortal world for many years, but he was dragged down by the common affairs of the execution hall. Otherwise, if he had more ways to save his life, he wouldn't have fallen like this."

Master Tianhong held the sword tightly in his hand, feeling secretly angry in his heart. As soon as I thought about it, I heard the sound of Master Shanzai's Buddha's horn.

"Amitabha! How good! How good! Fellow Taoist Sun, let the poor monk learn your clever trick."

"Master Shanzai? Your opponent... is this elder!"

Before Master Shanzai's voice fell, a gentle voice sounded from the crowd.

Duanmu Liuying glared at Su Twelve fiercely, feeling unwilling to do so. The corner of his eye swept over Sun Wenzhu, and he made no secret of his dissatisfaction with Sun Wenzhu's arrangement.

But she was dissatisfied, and the arrangement had been made. She immediately used the sword technique, urged the sword moves, and went straight to Master Shanzai.

Before Master Shanzai could make a move, he was dragged into the battle by Duanmu Liuying. As for the other monks, facing so many opponents, they also fell into hard battles.

The golden elixirs suspended in the air were flying randomly one by one, trying to avoid the attacks of the two monks. However, facing a strong person in the Golden Core stage with divine consciousness, the Golden Core with limited attack methods is no match at all.

The screams echoed in everyone's ears, disturbing people's minds.

Many monks scanned it, and what they could see were the golden elixirs, which had been wiped out of consciousness under the attacks of the two monks and put into storage bags.

Master Tianhong's eyes widened and his anger burned wildly.

These are the companions on this trip, and among them are two powerful people in the Golden Core stage of the Xingtang lineage.

But feeling the powerful offensive coming in front of him, what followed was deep despair.

"Could it be that... I am going to die here today? The Huanxing Sect will become the past history of Muyun Prefecture from now on?"

The hand holding the sword unconsciously exerts force.

Reluctance and despair enveloped Master Tianhong's heart.

A moment of life and death!

"Heaven, Earth, Man, and the Three Swords return to the clan!"

A cold, emotionless voice came.

Instantly!

The earth's Qi stirred, and countless sword Qi surged out from the ground, smashing the anaconda transformed by the spell into pieces in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph! Are you finally willing to take action?"

"However! This move alone is not enough to deal with this king!"

Sun Wenzhu snorted coldly and glanced at Su Twelve's body, finally landing on the gold-type puppet next to him.

With one step forward, Sun Wenzhu's aura soared, and his strength was almost the same as Master Tianhong's heyday.