Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Everyone looked anxiously at the figure standing on the mountain of corpses in the distance.

"The Ten Clansmen have been holding on for ten hours, why don't you defend?"

"The purpose of the Ten Clansmen is to attract all the locusts and reduce the pressure of the locusts on the Fairy Cat Valley."

"But if this continues, even the iron-clad King Kong will be exhausted."

"There is only hope that the high-end combat power will be broken."

…

At this time, Ping Tianhou was fighting against the six golden elixirs alone, and his strength was evident.

However, even if Ping Tianhou wanted to break the combat power of the six golden elixirs, he couldn't do it.

After fighting hard for nearly a day and night, there was still no winner.

The combat power of both sides reached a balance.

In another battle circle, Zhang Yuhuai manipulated the Eighteen Hell Maps to fight fiercely with Pingye Hou.

The third-level locust body transformed by Ping Yehou has the power to move mountains and seas, and it continuously launches attacks on the ghost general body transformed by Zhang Yuhuai.

The ghost general Zhang Yuhuai transformed was a little insubstantial at this time, but he still did not flinch.

"If you continue to consume like this, your ghost general body will be completely annihilated, and you will not even be able to enter reincarnation. As long as you return the Eighteen Hell Maps to me, I will turn around and leave, and make an oath to heaven to never violate the Fairy Cat Valley. "

"Don't even think about it!" Zhang Yuhuai still said these two words.

"you--"

Hou Pingye's energy and blood attack his heart, and his attack is three points more powerful.

Ping Haihou used the sea of ​​mysterious light to trap the blood dragon and slowly simmered it, intending to digest the blood dragon into his own mysterious light.

But this has been a day and a night.

The blood around the blood dragon has been exhausted, and you can even see the formation eyes made of the eighteen demon swords that make up the body of the blood dragon, as well as the runes flowing on them.

However, the eighteen foundation builders still did not give up at all.

The second-turn Qi-restoring golden elixir has long been used up.

Now they have to rely on spiritual stones to restore the spiritual power in the air sea.

When the spiritual stones they carry with them are all used up, it is the time when the Eighteen Swords of Yulong are broken.

"Time is on our side." Ping Haihou showed a condensed smile on his face.

It's dawn.

The mountain of corpses at Henry Zhang’s feet has piled up to a hundred feet.

Standing at the highest point, he ushered in the first ray of light.

The tens of thousands of drops of vitality milk on his body have been consumed.

There was a horrific wound on his back, the flesh and blood were turned out, and the spinal bones inside were broken into several pieces.

His whole body was tempered into precious bones of Qi and blood, but only the spinal bones were tempered to less than 20%.

The bones in his spine were shattered, and his movements of his hands and feet were a little slow.

"Catch another second-level locust to replenish your body."

Henry Zhang struck with all his strength and smashed a second-level locust so hard that half of its head was lost.

"Zhizhi..."

This second-level locust let out a shrill scream and tried to escape.

Henry Zhang's dantian inner cauldron directly covered it, trapping the second-level locust.

The Nine Flames True Fire began to be refined.

The surrounding locusts are still attacking.

The second-level demon beast puppets were all seriously injured and were taken into the Royal Dharma Image Diagram for cultivation.

Fortunately, there are still more than a dozen golden holy corpses protecting him.

"Only two hundred drops of vitality milk were generated, garbage." Henry Zhang cursed and poured out the locust dregs from the inner cauldron of Dantian.

Two hundred drops of vitality milk were all integrated into the deep wound on the back.

The wound began to heal slowly, and it was only half repaired. Fortunately, the broken spinal bones inside were reconnected.

Henry Zhang is a little numb now.

No matter how hard we kill these locusts, we will never be able to kill them all.

As long as there are locusts approaching, he will kill them, like an emotionless machine.

Defending Fairy Cat Valley through killing once brought tears to his eyes and made his blood boil.

But now all I have is endless fatigue and nausea.

"When the locusts recede, I will become a monk and become a real temple master. I will never kill again." Henry Zhang smiled bitterly.

He had never thought killing could be so boring.

The monks here in Fairy Cat Valley use formations and talismans to protect their homeland behind them.

Everyone is exhausted.

However, no one retreated because there was no way to retreat.

More importantly, the standing figure standing on the corpse mountain not only attracted most of the locust fighting power, but also became the spiritual totem of the entire Immortal Cat Valley monks.

"Did your master leave you any great Nirvana Talisman or something? Give it to me." The third-level spirit clam panted and asked the pale-faced Master Ziyuan beside him.

"No more." Master Ziyuan shook his head.

"We can have it this time." The third-level spiritual clam stared at him, still pretending after how long it had been.

"It really didn't happen this time." Master Ziyuan's face was as bitter as a bitter gourd.

"Shua——"

At this moment, Ping Tianhou pressed down with his sword.

The Sword of Eternal Night reappears.

The exhausted six golden elixir warriors hurriedly resisted.

"Pa"

"Pa"

"Pa"

Endless sword shadows swayed.

The sword curtain fell.

Fan Zhiyi and Ziyuan Zhenren couldn't resist it. The sword energy entered their bodies and they fainted.

The other four were also seriously injured.

The combat power of the six golden elixirs was suddenly reduced by two.

"Enough fun, let's go to hell."

In the distance, Marquis Pinghai shouted loudly.

The eight flying light mirrors were dazzling, and streaks of mysterious light flew out.

At this time, the eighteen foundation-building spiritual stones of the Eighteen Swords of Yulong were exhausted, and there was not much spiritual power left in the air sea.

"ah--"

"ah--"

After several screams, the five foundation-building air seas shattered and fell on the spot.

Zhang Dawu monopolized six swords and could barely maintain the formation of the Eighteen Swords of Yulong.

There is only an empty shell left of the blood dragon, which is swaying and may disappear into the sea of ​​mysterious light at any time.

"There is no one in Fairy Cat Valley, so let's do it here!"

Marquis Pinghai shouted coldly, and the demonic energy was injected into the Eight Feiguang Mirrors.

The eight flying light mirrors exude brilliant brilliance.

Xuanguang gushes out.

"ah--"

"ah--"

Six more Jijis died tragically.

The Eighteen Swords of Yulong suddenly collapsed.

"God damn me, Fairy Cat Valley!"

Zhang Dawu closed his eyes in despair.

He was also a peerless talent in the formation, but he didn't expect that he would fall here before he could rise.

Even though he felt unwilling to do so, he had no choice.

At this moment, an old voice came to my ears.

"Who said there is no one in my Fairy Cat Valley!"

An old man was holding a broken magic sword, and his aura continued to surge.

"Zhang Jianqiu!"

"Old greaser!"

"He's back!"

…

Everyone who was already in despair burst into tears.

Unexpectedly, when the family broke up.

This legendary figure in the Zhang family is back!

"Who dares to deceive me that there is no one in Fairy Cat Valley!"

The old greaser roared and dropped his sword.

The sea of ​​mysterious light was suddenly cut in half.

The power of the sword energy was unstoppable, pressing down on Marquis Pinghai.

Ping Haihou hurriedly dodged.

"Pah——"

The three-sided flying light mirror shattered.

"ah--"

Marquis Pinghai screamed and one of his arms was chopped off.

"You wait."

Marquis Pinghai said a harsh word, put away his five remaining flying light mirrors, and burned his blood to escape.

The old oil man held a sword in his hand and quickly walked to Pingtianhou like a step-fighter.

"I heard that your sword skills of Yongye are unparalleled in the world. How about you and I try a sword move?" the old oil man asked leisurely.