Aiming for the Immortal Path

"One against two, how dare you be distracted! Friend Shanfa, is this what the Buddha calls compassion?"

"Old Bald Donkey, your order has been taken down on behalf of Palace Master Youruo! After today, there will be no Zen Master Shanfa in the world!"

Zhao Mingyuan and Zong Lu looked at each other. Facing the seriously injured Zen Master Shanfa, their eyes were cold and they did not show any contempt.

He used strong tactics again and joined forces with Zen Master Shanfa again.

"Amitabha!" ??

"My Buddha... explains the Dharma!!"

Knowing that he was about to die, Zen Master Shanfa closed his eyes, chanted the Buddha's name, and used the secret method again, decisively injecting the remaining Buddhist essence into the golden elixir in his body.

The almost dry golden elixir actually turned into ashes and dissipated under the stimulation of Fo Yuan through special means.

The disappearing golden elixir turned into a ball of extremely surging Buddha energy, like water flowing in anger. Not only did it fill Zen Master Shanfa's limbs and bones in the blink of an eye, but it also leaked out at this moment.

The next second, his body was seriously injured and he stood up suddenly. The Buddha's light emanates from the whole body, showing the sanctity of the solemn Dharma.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zen Master Shanfa actually chose to sacrifice his last source. After igniting the golden elixir, he sent out two palms and struck the two people in front of him respectively.

At this moment, he only has one belief in his heart!

You can die, but you must not fall down at this time. If he died at this moment, his teammates would be affected.

The holy Buddha's light engulfed Zhao Mingyuan and Zong Lu in an instant.

The next second, in the bright light, two people screamed.

"What? Zen Master Shanfa, you...you actually spontaneously ignited the golden elixir and dispersed all your cultivation? Hahaha...a respectable opponent, I admire you."

"Hmph! So what if all his cultivation is gone? It's just a dying struggle, trapping you and me for a stick of incense at most! This old bald donkey, without his cultivation, even if he doesn't die, he will definitely become a useless person worse than a mortal. When the time comes, It will only be more painful than death."

…

In the explosion site.

"What a kind master! He self-destructed so decisively, it really makes me

King's surprise! "

Zhao Jingfeng looked at the Yun Jiao soul body that reappeared with a pained expression, and did not hide his respect for Master Shanzai in his words.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Su Twelve sighed silently, his eyes full of respect.

In the world of cultivating immortals, golden elixir stage monks need great courage whether they self-destruct or spontaneously ignite the golden elixir.

With the cultivation strength of Master Shanzai, even if the physical body is destroyed, the golden elixir will not have no chance of escaping.

But at the critical moment of life and death, he decisively chose to self-destruct, obviously seeing that Zhao Jingfeng's Yunlong Sword was about to advance. Even if he fights to the death, he must severely damage Yunlong Dao and weaken the opponent's strength.

Su Twelve admired Su Twelve for such behavior.

Thinking of the people in the Huanxing Sect leader's lineage and Situ Zhen who died in his hands, Su Twelve couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas! Really, there are so many different aspects of life, how can the gap between people be so big?"

Su Twelve sighed inwardly at Fang Xing, his mind suddenly became cold, and he felt an inexplicable crisis coming.

The moment he turned his head, he saw an emerald green flying sword coming into view with its sword light blooming.

The first thing Duanmu Liuying did to get out of danger was to activate the flying sword, which was pointed directly at Su Twelve.

"Su Twelve, take your life for my eldest brother!!!"

When Sun Wenzhu, who was fighting against the gold puppet, suddenly changed his tactics, the folding fan flew out from his hand and turned into a huge ball of water vapor, trapping the gold puppet.

"Second Elder, Sun will help you!"

On the other side, Zhao Jingfeng withdrew the Yunlong Saber with a pained look on his face, activated the mysterious method again, and stared coldly at Su Twelve with a pair of sinister and cold eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them formed an encirclement and surrounded Su Twelve.

"Su Twelve, this time I

The king wants to see if there is any other way for you to escape? "

Zhao Jingfeng slowly walked towards Su Twelve word by word, step by step.

But as he got closer, he frowned slightly: Strange, why does this king feel uneasy when approaching Su Twelve?

"Escape? Senior Brother Cheng... Oh no, I should call you Senior Brother Zhao? Do you really think that the Zhao Dynasty has defeated us?"

Facing the three people who were approaching, Su Twelve looked at Zhao Jingfeng calmly, calmly, and asked with a smile.

His calm tone and attitude were actually secretly worried.

From the very beginning, he knew that the strategy of counting on Shen Miaoyin and the others to be involved was simply not feasible.

Whether everyone can save their lives or not, the final key lies with Shen Miaoyin. ??

In fact, if it weren't for the seventh-grade magic weapon Millennium Strike in his Dantian, he would no longer be able to activate it since it entered it. Responding to the enemy with a thousand-year strike is the simplest thing. After all, there are a lot of golden elixir monks here!

"What? Do you think... you still have a chance?" Zhao Jingfeng's eyes were cold.

"Senior Brother Zhao's golden elixir... doesn't it feel good?" Su Twelve asked calmly.

Zhao Jingfeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his walking figure stopped abruptly, "Are you responsible for my king's golden elixir?"

"What do you think, Senior Brother Zhao?"

Su Twelve put his hands behind his back, pretending to be noncommittal.

While stalling for time with Zhao Jingfeng, he turned his consciousness outward and focused entirely on Shen Miaoyin in the air.

Secretly worried: An hour has passed, is Senior Sister Shen... still not ready?

Zhao Jingfeng was suspicious in his heart, but his face showed no expression. He snorted coldly: "Huh! Do you want to deceive me and delay time?"

"In this current situation, who else do you think can come to save you?"

Su Twelve Dan

Ran said: "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try. Su may not die, but it can be guaranteed that you... will never survive!"

A cold light flashed in Cheng Jingfeng's eyes, he pretended to hesitate, and after a moment he said coldly: "The sudden change in my golden elixir has something to do with you or not. If you can eliminate the bugs in my golden elixir, I will make an exception and let you go! How about that? ?”

While speaking, Cheng Jingfeng put his hands behind his back and secretly cast a mysterious spell.

He was dubious about Su Twelve's words. But regardless of whether it was true or not, it was simply impossible to let Su Twelve go.

The purpose of this trip is to exterminate the monks of the three sects. More importantly, the target is Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin, who also possess rare treasures.

"It's a very fair condition, Su thinks...it's no problem!"

Su Twelve said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jingfeng, Sun Wenyuan, and Duanmu Liuying took action at the same time.

All three moves are killing moves.

Beside Su Twelve, the wooden puppets were furiously urging the Buddha and Demon Yuans. But facing the three-person offensive, it is simply impossible to survive alone.

"Damn it...is today really going to end in failure?"

Su Twelve clenched his fists tightly, feeling the little recovered true energy in his body, and immediately urged his power silently.

Even if he knew he was outmatched, there was only one fight at the moment.

However, just when the three-man offensive was about to come to an end.

Suddenly a cold, crisp sound echoed through the canyon.

"Fellow Taoist Xiaomuzi, this is not the way to go! I... still need some time!"

Xiao Muzi immediately said: "How long will it take?"

Shen Miaoyin replied: "A stick of incense!"

After saying that, Shen Miaoyin, who was fighting with Ning Yuanqi, suddenly stopped attacking.

As the fog shrinks, a graceful figure and a peerless face that will captivate the country appear in front of everyone's sight.