Aiming for the Immortal Path

The aura of the dragon soul in the air is still rising sharply, and the body is becoming more solid, as if a real dragon is about to be resurrected.

The dragon leaped into the air and twisted its body, exuding boundless dragon power. The terrifying pressure made Zhao Mingyuan and the two monks immersed in joy and envy, and the three monks were even more horrified.

But staring closely at the dragon soul, Su Twelve keenly noticed that spiritual power was rapidly sketching in the dragon's pupils, and several magic marks flashed across it.

Coupled with the rising aura of the dragon soul, there is no sign of stopping at all. In an instant, Su Twelve had a clear understanding in his heart.

"Too much is not enough, the dragon soul absorbs so many spiritual sources at once, and if it continues to absorb, I am afraid that the final outcome may not be to turn into a real weapon spirit."

"And all this, I'm afraid...! That's right, with Senior Sister Shen's ability, how could she fall so easily."

Thinking secretly in his heart, Su Twelve was not sure that his guess was correct.

But an idea came to him, and he stood there, using gold and wood puppets to protect his left and right sides, and was no longer in a hurry to escape. There was a trace of obsession in his heart, he did not want anything to happen to Shen Miaoyin.

Just when Su Twelve discovered something, the smile on Zhao Mingyuan's face slowly disappeared, and he began to realize that something was wrong.

"No...how could it be like this!" Zhao Mingyuan whispered, secretly worried, and immediately formed a seal with his hands to take back the Black Dragon Sword. ??

A series of Zhenyuan magic tricks flew out, but the dragon soul swinging in front showed no reaction at all.

Zhao Mingyuan's expression suddenly changed and he suddenly became ugly.

"Hmph! You are such a good Shen Miaoyin, why don't you live without peace of mind? Do you still want to overthrow the world in front of me?"

With a cold snort, Zhao Mingyuan boosted his true energy, and now he was secretly on guard, stepping forward cautiously.

On the other side, Zong Lu silently stepped forward and followed Zhao Mingyuan from a distance, his eyes starting to become hot. The sudden change of the dragon soul, regardless of whether Shen Miaoyin died or not, it means that his opportunity has come

Yes, the reason for taking action at this time is fair and just, and we can take the opportunity to get a piece of the pie.

Thinking secretly in his mind, a gray bead exuding a dark evil aura appeared in Zong Lu's palm.

But the moment Zhao Mingyuan came closer, a sudden change occurred. The dragon soul suddenly opened its mouth, and a red and blue sword light shot out through the wind.

Boundless murderous intent enveloped Zhao Mingyuan's body in just an instant. The latter's figure came to an abrupt stop, his tiger eyes widened, his thick eyebrows trembling, his heartbeat accelerated to the extreme at this moment when he saw the sharp sword in front of him.

Almost instantly, Zhao Mingyuan's expression returned to normal.

"It's just a mere attack, but you also want to target the emperor. You are simply overestimating your capabilities!!!"

"The waves diverge and turn the rain and clouds!"

Zhao Mingyuan drank in a deep voice, a loud thunderous voice sounded, and the aura around him soared.

The surging true energy surged like a wave, and its momentum was not inferior to the sword in front of him.

In the blink of an eye...the sword passed! ! !

The sword light hit the surging wave, and two different attacks were locked in a stalemate in the air.

Just the sweat quietly sliding down his temples was enough to show that Zhao Mingyuan was not relaxed at the moment.

Even so, his expression remained unchanged, and he still did not miss a beat. Instead, without looking back, he shouted sternly at Zong Lu who was approaching behind him.

"Fellow Taoist Zonglu, in order to target this person, this emperor has not stopped even having his own son killed! Isn't it good for you to come forward at this time and pick peaches like this?"

Zong Lu's thoughts were revealed and he immediately smiled.

"Brother Zhao, what you said is wrong. The strength of Shen Miaoyin should not be underestimated. I don't think it's easy for you. You are here just to help Brother Zhao. Besides,

, Shen Miaoyin possesses the power of two inherited stone statues, how much can she absorb from the dragon soul of Brother Zhao alone? "

"Since the two sects joined forces in this battle, it stands to reason that I should also enjoy half of the power of the inherited stone statue!"

Zong Lu spoke repeatedly, and before Zhao Mingyuan could speak again, he rushed forward decisively.

The inheritance stone statue contains the inheritance of the cultivation skills of the Dzogchen monks in the Nascent Soul stage in ancient times. To say that I am not moved would be an absolute lie.

But as soon as he rushed to Zhao Mingyuan's side, Zong Lu felt the pressure doubled. Before he could figure out what was going on, he turned around and saw that Zhao Mingyuan was retreating instead of advancing.

"Okay! Very good! Since Fellow Taoist Zonglu is so interested in Shen Miaoyin, then this person will be dealt with by Fellow Taoist Zonglu."

Zhao Mingyuan's voice sounded, and he was already thousands of feet away.

"No! I fell into a trap!!!"

Feeling the terrifying murderous intention and pressure coming from the air, and then hearing Zhao Mingyuan's voice, Zong Lu still didn't know where he was. The other party's previous urging was just a pretense, just to lure him into a trap.

Even if I am a moment late, I will never end up here.

But unfortunately, because of Zhao Mingyuan's words, he stimulated himself to take action hurriedly.

What a good Zhao Mingyuan, so scheming and calculating! ! !

As soon as a thought flashed through his mind, Zong Lu's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.

There was no hesitation at the moment, and he hurriedly urged him to retreat.

But at this moment, the sword... had already arrived, its sharp sword light pointed directly at his heart.

Zong Lu's breath was stagnant, and facing the flying sword in front of him, he suddenly felt a deep feeling of powerlessness.

At the critical moment of life and death, knowing that he couldn't escape, the only thing he could do was to force his body to move three points to one side.

"Puch!"

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There was a muffled sound, and the sword light grazed his heart, leaving an eye-catching blood hole on his body.

With just one strike of the sword, Zong Lu's face turned as pale as snow. The suspended body trembled slightly, and the breath around him kept fluctuating.

Not only was he injured by this sword, but two sword energies containing the power of ice and fire with completely different properties were raging inside his body. Wherever the sword energy struck, the meridians in Zong Lu's body were severed. In addition, the wound was closest to the heart, so the heart was the first one to bear the brunt.

Whether it is a monk or a mortal, the heart holds the spirit, which is the foundation of life.

The shock to the heart coupled with the trauma to the body. At this moment, Zong Lu's many methods were directly controlled. A steady stream of true energy is emitted from the Dantian Qi sea, but it doesn't dare to collide with the sword Qi here.

Resistance is death. If you don't resist, once your heart is broken, you will inevitably die in the end.

Could it be...that we really have no choice but to give up our physical body?

In just a blink of an eye, Zong Lu was in a dilemma!

When he lost consciousness, bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the continuous sharp impact of the sword energy made his face begin to show a look of defeat.

At this moment, the dragon soul opened its mouth again, and the red and blue sword light reappeared.

This time, the sword light was pointed directly at Zonglu Qihai Dantian.

Seeing such a scene, Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu, who were about to step forward to rescue them, looked at each other with fear in their eyes, and immediately steadied their bodies and did not act in a hurry.

It was the same move, but at this moment the sword light was so sharp that even the two of them did not dare to underestimate it.

The invisible sword intent was locked, and the shadow of death enveloped his mind, making Zong Lu feel desperate. The ever-expanding pupils looked at the approaching sword light.

When life and death were at stake, something suddenly occurred to him. Zong Lu endured the severe pain and took off a bell the size of a baby's fist from his waist.

Just before leaving, the Lord gave him a rare magical weapon, the magic bell to induce evil.