Cultivation of Immortality

Two thousand feet, one thousand feet, seven hundred feet...

Sijia once again pushed the "Heart Binding Technique" to the extreme. A pair of cherry lips with only a faint blood color moved rapidly, so fast that one could not distinguish the form. Normally, at this distance, she could make a Nascent Soul In the later period, the great monk lost her fighting power, but the loss of her spiritual consciousness greatly reduced her skill. She was still unable to bring down the half-human, half-ghost thing within a distance of 700 feet.

Xunyi knew the extent of Sijia's injuries. This distance was almost enough to use the "Wind Eliminator Bone". Just when he was about to take the risk and urge the wind dragon to attack, the half-human, half-ghost thing fell down, and Sijia was also there. At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the pale face turned pale green.

Xunyi really wanted to tell Sijia, "Don't worry about it." But at this critical moment, he would die if he didn't fight. He couldn't pity Sijia so much anymore, so he gritted his teeth and faced the half-man, half-ghost. Things rush away.

At this moment, Fengqiu suddenly fell into a gloomy black mist!

"You will die miserably!"

The angry voice of the Ghost King shocked the three of them. Fortunately, humans and ghosts were on different paths. If a feathered monk had used such a coercive attack on them, the three of them would have been killed instantly.

"The wind cleanses the world!" Xunyi, who had regained his composure, tried to blow away the black mist that enveloped him. However, this powerful blow only dispersed some of the black mist in front of him, but then the surrounding black mist gathered to close it. gap.

Xunyi felt unspeakable despair in his heart. After this test, he clearly knew that even if he exhausted all the spiritual power in his body, he would not be able to break through this black mist. Since the Ghost King could free his hands to deal with them, That brother must also be trapped, because he can still sense the existence of Xuantu Zhenyuan, so he should still be alive. When the ghost king subdues the ghosts, their death will come.

Glancing at Sijia, who was shaken by the Ghost King's shout and fell at his feet, Xunyi did not go to save her, but instead looked at Jiangxiao with mournful eyes.

"Come again!" Jiang Xiao stared at him unwilling to give up.

Xunyi felt that Jiangxiao's eyes looked a bit like Xiyang's at the moment. Those who were close to vermillion were red and those who were close to ink were black. Jiangxiao had learned the advantages of both of them.

"Wind Purifies Thousand Realms! Feng Purifies Thousand Realms! Feng Purifies Thousand Realms..." Since Jiangxiao refused to give up just like that, let's use the last bit of strength. Xunyi used this spell again and again.

Jiangxiao closed her eyes and tried to understand, hoping to understand the mystery of this style in this short moment. When Xun Yi stopped again exhausted, two lines of crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes. All hope was gone. She died to save Xun Yi without any regrets, but she was really unwilling to do so. She looked forward to it. After so many years, she finally met Xunyi, and found a big supporter like Yuchan and Zixiao Palace. She thought that life would be good in the future, but she didn't expect to die at this last hurdle. She was even more sad for Xiyang, and suddenly lost her. How could Xiyang endure the two most important people in his life?

Seeing Jiangxiao crying, Xunyi also shed painful tears. The overwhelming guilt for Jiangxiao and Xiyang weighed down like a mountain, making his whole body go weak as if he had a cramp. He knelt there and let the bright red blood and tears flow from him. The blood and tears fell down his face than when Xiyang witnessed him and Gongsun Chong leaving.

The flow was even more violent. Both brothers shed blood and tears for each other, both of them silently.

"Brother is coming..." Jiangxiao said in a trembling voice. She did not open her eyes. She was already very clear about the fact that Immortal Xiaoyao could not defeat the Ghost King. She told Xunyi just to let Xunyi know. This old man fought for them to the end. She knew that Xun Yi was bleeding and crying, but she didn't want to comfort him. At the last moment, she should leave it to herself to miss Xiyang.

Xunyi raised his eyes with tears streaming down his face and stared forward. The black mist in front of him could not block his spiritual eyes. He saw the figure of Xiaoyao Immortal Lord exuding a faint light of Yin and Xu, fighting with Li Guibo all the way towards them. Coming from the side, when they were less than a thousand feet away, the ghost king's figure suddenly flashed brightly and stood in front of Xiaoyao Xianjun.

"Brother... Feng Jing Qianjie..." Xunyi wailed silently and waved his hand again.

The black mist was only blown open by a thin line. Xunyi wanted to get out through the gap to help his brother. Unfortunately, with the protection of the wind dragon, he couldn't break out of the wind ball. The gap was closed instantly.

"Brother..." Xunyi shouted sadly in his heart, and waved his hand again to use Feng Jing Qianjie. My brother was fighting desperately. He wanted to see this moment more clearly. Even though there was no afterlife, he could not repay the favor. This is a great favor from my brother, but he has to watch his last journey.

This time the gap was slightly larger than the last one. Looking at the figure of Xiaoyao Immortal who was struggling to support himself, Xunyi really gritted a tooth, and his eyes that were almost split open were still flowing with blood and tears, right in the gap When he was about to heal, something fleeting seemed to flash through his mind, like a picture. He was stunned for a moment, and he caught the fleeting thought that was about to drift away, and then suddenly waved his hand again, like an evil spirit possessing the black spirit. The fog swept away a thin line and stared straight at the Ghost King's figure!

The war clouds that surged up again forced Su Wan and Shen Qing to retreat continuously. Although they were still hundreds of miles away from the battlefield, they could easily lose their lives if they were so close with their level of cultivation. That is, The two of them were lucky this time. The Yuanyi clan's great magical powers were tightly surrounded and unable to move, otherwise a casual move during the fight would affect these two fragile pond fish.

"How is it? Can you sense it?"

Shen Qing couldn't help but ask Su Wan, and Su Wan couldn't help but shake her head.

When they felt that the war cloud seemed a little smaller, the two immortal fairies moved forward hand in hand.

The reason why the war cloud became smaller was because the seven people from Zixiao Palace killed the Feathered Monk who was surrounded by them. Just when Xinde and the others wanted to take a breath, Xinxie and Zhixia had already rushed towards the next surrounded enemy, and the remaining five The people had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow. This was the first time in their lives that they had killed the Feathered Monk. Including Xinxie, they could not restrain their excitement. In fact, he was killing with ferocity, and they no longer thought much about it at this time. To avenge her junior brother, Zhixia's heart was still burning with the flames of revenge. Only by continuing to kill could she relieve some of the grief in her heart.

Although the remaining four Yuan clan's great supernatural powers have not exhausted their power, they have little fighting spirit. Some have already begun to beg for mercy. Naturally, Pu Yunzhou's gang will not give up this opportunity to sell their favors in vain and kill them. Killing a few Yuyu monks will be a huge source of capital in the future alliance between the two parties, so they will never show mercy. Two thousand feet, one thousand feet, seven hundred feet...

Sijia once again pushed the "Heart Binding Technique" to the extreme. A pair of cherry lips with only a faint blood color moved rapidly, so fast that one could not distinguish the form. Normally, at this distance, she could make a Nascent Soul In the later period, the great monk lost her fighting power, but the loss of her spiritual consciousness greatly reduced her skill. She was still unable to bring down the half-human, half-ghost thing within a distance of 700 feet.

Xunyi knew the extent of Sijia's injuries. This distance was almost enough to use the "Wind Eliminator Bone". Just when he was about to take the risk and urge the wind dragon to attack, the half-human, half-ghost thing fell down, and Sijia was also there. At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the pale face turned pale green.

Xunyi really wanted to tell Sijia, "Don't worry about it." But at this critical moment, he would die if he didn't fight. He couldn't pity Sijia so much anymore, so he gritted his teeth and faced the half-man, half-ghost. Things rush away.

At this moment, Fengqiu suddenly fell into a gloomy black mist!

"You will die miserably!"

The angry voice of the Ghost King shocked the three of them. Fortunately, humans and ghosts were on different paths. If a feathered monk had used such a coercive attack on them, the three of them would have been killed instantly.

"The wind cleanses the world!" Xunyi, who had regained his composure, tried to blow away the black mist that enveloped him. However, this powerful blow only dispersed some of the black mist in front of him, but then the surrounding black mist gathered to close it. gap.

Xunyi felt unspeakable despair in his heart. After this test, he clearly knew that even if he exhausted all the spiritual power in his body, he would not be able to break through this black mist. Since the Ghost King could free his hands to deal with them, That brother must also be trapped, because he can still sense the existence of Xuantu Zhenyuan, so he should still be alive. When the ghost king subdues the ghosts, their death will come.

Glancing at Sijia, who was shaken by the Ghost King's shout and fell at his feet, Xunyi did not go to save her, but instead looked at Jiangxiao with mournful eyes.

"Come again!" Jiang Xiao stared at him unwilling to give up.

Xunyi felt that Jiangxiao's eyes looked a bit like Xiyang's at the moment. Those who were close to vermillion were red and those who were close to ink were black. Jiangxiao had learned the advantages of both of them.

"Wind Purifies Thousand Realms! Feng Purifies Thousand Realms! Feng Purifies Thousand Realms..." Since Jiangxiao refused to give up just like that, let's use the last bit of strength. Xunyi used this spell again and again.

Jiangxiao closed her eyes and tried to understand, hoping to understand the mystery of this style in this short moment. When Xun Yi stopped again exhausted, two lines of crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes. All hope was gone. She died to save Xun Yi without any regrets, but she was really unwilling to do so. She looked forward to it. After so many years, she finally met Xunyi, and found a big supporter like Yuchan and Zixiao Palace. She thought that life would be good in the future, but she didn't expect to die at this last hurdle. She was even more sad for Xiyang, and suddenly lost her. How could Xiyang endure the two most important people in his life?

Seeing Jiangxiao crying, Xunyi also shed painful tears. The overwhelming guilt for Jiangxiao and Xiyang weighed down like a mountain, making his whole body go weak as if he had a cramp. He knelt there and let the bright red blood and tears flow from him. The blood and tears fell down his face than when Xiyang witnessed him and Gongsun Chong leaving.

The flow was even more violent. Both brothers shed blood and tears for each other, both of them silently.

"Brother is coming..." Jiangxiao said in a trembling voice. She did not open her eyes. She was already very clear about the fact that Immortal Xiaoyao could not defeat the Ghost King. She told Xunyi just to let Xunyi know. This old man fought for them to the end. She knew that Xun Yi was bleeding and crying, but she didn't want to comfort him. At the last moment, she should leave it to herself to miss Xiyang.

Xunyi raised his eyes with tears streaming down his face and stared forward. The black mist in front of him could not block his spiritual eyes. He saw the figure of Xiaoyao Immortal Lord exuding a faint light of Yin and Xu, fighting with Li Guibo all the way towards them. Coming from the side, when they were less than a thousand feet away, the ghost king's figure suddenly flashed brightly and stood in front of Xiaoyao Xianjun.

"Brother... Feng Jing Qianjie..." Xunyi wailed silently and waved his hand again.

The black mist was only blown open by a thin line. Xunyi wanted to get out through the gap to help his brother. Unfortunately, with the protection of the wind dragon, he couldn't break out of the wind ball. The gap was closed instantly.

"Brother..." Xunyi shouted sadly in his heart, and waved his hand again to use Feng Jing Qianjie. My brother was fighting desperately. He wanted to see this moment more clearly. Even though there was no afterlife, he could not repay the favor. This is a great favor from my brother, but he has to watch his last journey.

This time the gap was slightly larger than the last one. Looking at the figure of Xiaoyao Immortal who was struggling to support himself, Xunyi really gritted a tooth, and his eyes that were almost split open were still flowing with blood and tears, right in the gap When he was about to heal, something fleeting seemed to flash through his mind, like a picture. He was stunned for a moment, and he caught the fleeting thought that was about to drift away, and then suddenly waved his hand again, like an evil spirit possessing the black spirit. The fog swept away a thin line and stared straight at the Ghost King's figure!

The war clouds that surged up again forced Su Wan and Shen Qing to retreat continuously. Although they were still hundreds of miles away from the battlefield, they could easily lose their lives if they were so close with their level of cultivation. That is, The two of them were lucky this time. The Yuanyi clan's great magical powers were tightly surrounded and unable to move, otherwise a casual move during the fight would affect these two fragile pond fish.

"How is it? Can you sense it?"

Shen Qing couldn't help but ask Su Wan, and Su Wan couldn't help but shake her head.

When they felt that the war cloud seemed a little smaller, the two immortal fairies moved forward hand in hand.

The reason why the war cloud became smaller was because the seven people from Zixiao Palace killed the Feathered Monk who was surrounded by them. Just when Xinde and the others wanted to take a breath, Xinxie and Zhixia had already rushed towards the next surrounded enemy, and the remaining five The people had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow. This was the first time in their lives that they had killed the Feathered Monk. Including Xinxie, they could not restrain their excitement. In fact, he was killing with ferocity, and they no longer thought much about it at this time. To avenge her junior brother, Zhixia's heart was still burning with the flames of revenge. Only by continuing to kill could she relieve some of the grief in her heart.

Although the remaining four Yuan clan's great supernatural powers have not exhausted their power, they have little fighting spirit. Some have already begun to beg for mercy. Naturally, Pu Yunzhou's gang will not give up this opportunity to sell their favors in vain and kill them. Killing a few Yuyu monks will be a huge source of capital in the future alliance between the two parties, so they will never show mercy.