Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

The next moment, the enchanting beauty's eyes were filled with a burst of brilliant three-color lightning.

Then, with a bang.

A big hole was punched through her chest, and she died on the spot.

After the old man in white pushed the beautiful woman out with a palm to block the lightning for him, he stepped on a flying sword and turned into a very fast sword light and rushed towards the attic on the mountain wall, shouting in a hurry:

"Brother Lu, there is an enemy coming, show up quickly!"

"I didn't expect it to be a sword cultivator!" The lightning disappeared, and Wang Fu in black appeared beside the enchanting beauty.

He took off the storage bag on her waist with an indifferent look, and then flicked out a strand of sword silk with his fingers to dig out the golden elixir in his dantian, and then slowly raised his head.

At this time, the body of the enchanting beauty fell to the ground with a muffled "bang".

Hearing the old man in white's cry for help, the middle-aged demon cultivator in green rushed out of the attic and joined him. He looked at Madam Li, who was already dead a hundred feet away, and then looked at the man in black who suddenly appeared, frowning and looking gloomy.

"It seems that the source of my 'uneasy mind' is this person, Old Ghost Qiu, don't think about running away, you and I can only die in this valley." The middle-aged demon cultivator in green snorted coldly and glanced at the old man in white who was stepping on the flying sword.

"Brother Green, what are you talking about? How can I be afraid of death? I will go back with Brother Green to avenge Madam Li." The old man in white looked serious and spoke in a serious manner.

At the same time, he made a seal with both hands, and the flying sword under his feet immediately came in front of him, and he opened his mouth and spit out a white magic fire attached to the flying sword, and the aura of the flying sword immediately increased.

Seeing this, the middle-aged demon cultivator in green relaxed his expression a little, and also opened his mouth and spit out a magic wheel magic weapon, offering it in front of his chest.

At the same time, he took out a jade slip and a blood-colored token. He crushed the former directly, while he held the latter in the air. As he spoke, spiritual power poured in, and the token immediately turned into a blood light and rushed up to the sky.

In a flash, the sky above the valley was covered with blood clouds, rolling non-stop, and even a sound like a dragon echoed. Then six blood lights fell from the sky, covering the valley in six directions.

Next to the ancient teleportation array, Wang Fu, who saw this scene, did not care too much. Although this formation was strong, it would take some time to break it, and as long as he activated the ancient teleportation array and teleported away, this formation could not stop him.

He also ignored the two demon monks not far away, and turned a blind eye to their crushing of the communication jade slip. Instead, he took out the array-breaking talisman and sacrificed several of them, consuming spiritual power to break the restrictions surrounding the ancient teleportation array.

The array-breaking talisman burst out with fierce golden light, and thousands of golden threads densely wrapped around the restriction, which was constantly eroding the restriction.

As time went by, the restriction was obviously being weakened bit by bit.

This made Wang Fu very happy.

As long as the restriction was broken, he could use the large amount of middle and low-grade spirit stones he had prepared long ago to activate the ancient teleportation array.

At that time, he could leave the troubled place of Southern Xinjiang with the help of the "teleportation talisman".

The two demon cultivators in the late Jindan realm saw this, and they wanted to wait for rescue, but now they were also shocked and angry, especially the middle-aged demon cultivator in green shirt, whose face was even more livid. He understood that he could not continue to sit and wait for death.

He had recognized that the person was Wang Fu, who was on their Blood Demon Sect's must-kill list. He had heard of this person's strength, that he was a powerful existence that could fight against the old demon of the Corpse Mountain, but now the situation was urgent, and he didn't know what Wang Fu would do to the ancient teleportation array after breaking the restriction. If he destroyed it, he would be blamed for his death.

He knew the Blood Demon Sect's punishment method very well.

"Wang Fu, stop!" The green-shirted middle-aged demon cultivator roared from a distance of a hundred feet.

Wang Fu remained calm and did not even look at the two of them.

Seeing this, the green-shirted middle-aged demon cultivator did not hesitate any longer. After calling the white-shirted old man beside him, he summoned the black magic wheel in front of him and attacked Wang Fu.

The white-shirted old man's eyes turned, and he was not slow. He pinched his hands, and the flying sword burning with white magic fire rotated, flashing dozens of sword lights, following the magic wheel.

Wang Fu remained unmoved, still trying his best to activate the array-breaking talisman, breaking the restrictions, and letting the two mid-grade magic weapons attack him. However, when the two magic weapons were three feet away from him, a sword chant sounded, and it was the body-protecting sword light that was activated, blocking the attack of the two magic weapons.

Seeing that Wang Fu did not fight back, the two middle-aged demon cultivators in green shirts could not help but reduce their vigilance. They immediately formed seals with both hands, and sent out spiritual lights that sank into their own life magic weapons. The magic wheel and the flying sword immediately shone brightly, and launched a full-strength attack.

They kept attacking and killing Wang Fu, but in just a few breaths, they had already attacked no less than a hundred times.

But they still could not break the looming sword light of protection.

The two frowned and looked at each other. They immediately sacrificed a low-grade magic weapon and killed together. At the same time, regardless of the consumption of spiritual power, they cast spells with the rhythm of their fingers.

Either black light or blood light, or demon fire and spiritual flame.

The fierce momentum shook the whole valley.

But as time went on, the fear in the hearts of the two people did not decrease, but became stronger and stronger. There was no other reason. They had already used all their strength, but the thin layer of sword light of protection, except for the occasional fluctuations, was like a rock, motionless and indestructible.

"Brother Lu, we can't defeat this man with our strength. He is concentrating on breaking the restriction and has no time to take care of us. I think we should withdraw from the formation first. Anyway, with this "Liuhe Prison Dragon Formation", he can't escape. Wait for Lord Xuehou and others to receive the spiritual message and return, and then kill him." The old man in white was frightened and his face was a little pale. I don't know if it was because of fear or excessive consumption of spiritual power.

"Withdraw? It's easy to say. If Wang Fu breaks the restriction and destroys the ancient teleportation formation, what will you do? If the ancient teleportation formation is lost, you should be able to imagine the fate of you and me." The middle-aged demon cultivator in green snorted coldly and refused directly.

At the same time, he increased the output of spiritual power.

Hearing this, the old man in white could only sigh and continue to cast spells and control magic weapons, but his eyes turned very obscurely.

At this moment, a crisp "click" sound suddenly rang out, and it was the restriction covering the ancient teleportation array that finally cracked and was about to be broken.

The green-shirted middle-aged demon cultivator's face changed immediately, but before he could make any move, he met Wang Fu's cold eyes when he turned his head. The next moment, a cold voice also rang out, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

"After fighting for so long, you two seem to be very happy. In this case, let you taste Wang's methods!" Wang Fu's face turned cold, and before he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the protective sword light immediately shot out, turning into a sky-wide sword energy, dissolving all the sweeping attacks, and even the two mid-grade magic weapons flew backwards under this majestic sword energy.

Then, he flicked his fingers twice, and two black thunder sword lights surrounded by three-color divine thunder condensed. With a word "go", he disappeared in front of him on the spot, and when he appeared again, he had come to the green-shirted middle-aged demon cultivator and the two feet away.

"Run!" The old man in white, who had long been thinking about retreating, had a light under his feet and retreated in an instant.

The green-shirted middle-aged demon cultivator's pupils also shrank sharply. He only had time to sacrifice a medium-grade defensive magic weapon to protect his chest. The next moment, the black thunder sword light fell on the magic weapon, blasting it back dozens of feet away, and the magic weapon was also dim and lost most of its power.

Even so, a trace of the three-color divine thunder on the sword light still penetrated into his body, and a mouthful of reverse blood rushed out of his mouth.

The green-shirted middle-aged demon cultivator hurriedly recalled his life magic weapon, the magic wheel, and fled outside the formation.

But at this moment, the white-shirted old man suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Old ghost Qiu, don't block the way, hurry up!" The green-shirted middle-aged demon cultivator covered his chest and shouted.

"Let's go together!" The white-shirted old man had a gloomy face, but he looked like he was going to advance and retreat together.