Cultivation of Immortality

At this critical moment, Langxing knew he shouldn't hesitate, but he still hesitated.

The chance to escape was fleeting. When the camp was surrounded by monsters, regret and fear surged into his heart at the same time, but Lang Xing tried his best to restrain himself and did not show it. Soon he used a weapon comparable to that of a great monk in the late Yuanying period. His spiritual consciousness observed that the ambush arranged by Guanying Junlizi was coming to kill, and the monster's formation was in chaos, which made him feel hopeful.

This ambush worked, but their strength was not enough to disperse the monsters. The chaotic monsters quickly stabilized and separated a group to block the ambush. The right guard battalion was fighting outside. The two groups of men and horses fought hard to join together, but the monsters were too strong. The ambush troops rushed to a place five or sixty thousand feet away from the camp and were unable to do so. However, the people guarding the camp were unable to do so. He didn't dare to rush too deep into the enemy's formation, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come back, so he could only watch the ambush force fall into a bitter battle.

It was at this moment that Lang Xing broke away from Bai Ling's hand. When Bai Ling felt that he was about to pull out his hand, Bai Ling hurriedly tried to grasp him, but her grasp was in vain, which made her stunned.

"Are you three cowards following me?" Langxing sent a spiritual message to Qihao, Xiaoyan, and Pockmarked who were shouting to kill before rushing out of the defensive formation.

Some of the people in the formation were urging their magic weapons to deal with the monsters outside. Those who had no monsters outside their defense area were shouting loudly to boost their morale. Only a few people noticed the new little monk rushing out. Magic circle.

Bai Ling wanted to chase him back but failed. This time she understood that this boy's cultivation was definitely not in the late stage of pill formation. With the loss of a ray of consciousness, she looked at Lang Xing's figure and saw him. It flew straight towards a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk who was about to lose his strength. Before they could reach the man, two of the three monster beasts that surrounded him suddenly fell from the air. .??.

Lingbao! Bai Ling's heart palpitated with grief. Although she only saw two fleeting black lights and could not clearly see the appearance of Mo Xinconi, the only person who could have such power and speed was After knowing that this boy actually had a spiritual treasure, a little hope rose in her heart. She clenched her fists and silently prayed to God to let him survive. After seeing Zhui'er rush through the defense outside, When the camp rushed directly into the group of monsters, her body couldn't help but tremble.

"What are you doing!" She gritted her teeth and asked in her heart anxiously and angrily. At this moment, she felt a slight dizziness, and the ray of consciousness was shaken away.

"Is he dead?" Jin Fusou came over to support Bai Ling. From her shaking, he could tell that this was a sign of losing his consciousness.

Bai Ling pursed her lips and shook her head. Seeing her like this, Jin Fusou held back and didn't ask any more questions.

Lang Xing was heading towards the ambush. If they could bring this team back, their right guard camp could hold on for a while longer. At this life-and-death moment, they could no longer hide any strength, while activating the defensive magic weapon to eliminate evil spirits. Protecting his body with a shield, he swung his long sword to kill the monsters in the way. Mo Xintui used it to deal with the big monsters that had reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out more than 20,000 feet and killed seven or eight of them. Monster, this must have attracted the attention of nearby monsters, and some big monsters surrounded him.

The Black Heart Cone is a high-grade spiritual treasure that can kill great monks in the late Yuanying stage. It is effortless to kill these monsters whose Taoism is equivalent to the middle stage of the Yuanying stage. Even those

The man with strong muscles and bones as his magical power can also be killed with one blow, but when he is surrounded by people, it is impossible for him to avoid all attacks. The protective barrier formed by the elimination shield will flash the light of being hit from time to time, even though The evil-eliminating shield was of a high level, but his Qi Mansion was still painful from the frequent shocks.

Relying on the fact that the distance was only five to sixty thousand feet, he rushed to his side with all his strength. This ambush force that could not be killed was forming a defensive formation and fighting to the death with the monsters. Seeing that a bloody path was created here, everyone immediately He rushed here to meet up with Lang Xing.

"Follow me and fight back!" Lang Xing shouted, then turned around and started to fight back.

At this moment when life was hanging by a thread, no one cared about why the new little monk was so brave. Immediately, four mid-stage Nascent Souls rushed to both sides of Zhui'er to act as his flanks, and Mo Xinzui killed him. The big monsters were all killed in one blow, so they rushed very quickly. Under the protection of four mid-stage Nascent Soul monks, Lang Xing received much less attacks than before.

When they were about to return to the camp, the monsters in the middle collapsed in panic as they were attacked from both sides.

"Kill!!!" The soldiers guarding the camp roared excitedly when they saw Langxing rescuing the trapped brothers. At this moment, only the word "kill" could best express their emotions. At this point, they had no time to say anything else.

Bai Ling saw with her own eyes the majestic appearance of Lang Xing when he came back from the battle, because at that moment she couldn't help but let out her consciousness again, looking forward to seeing Lang Xing's figure. When Langxing rushed back with a large group of people, she couldn't believe it was true. Before she could recover, the rescued early Yuanying monks and the injured middle Yuanying monks rushed in. Into the magic circle.

"Come back! Come back!" She still felt like she was dreaming when she sent this spiritual thought to Lang Xing.

"I'm fine." Lang Xing briefly replied with a spiritual thought, then followed several mid-stage Nascent Soul monks and rushed towards the high altitude where the clouds were rolling.

In such a war, the strength of the late Yuanying great monks plays an extremely important role in the outcome. Their only late Yuanying great monk Junlizi is currently fighting to the death with three large monsters with similar cultivation levels. At this moment, Lang Xing brought the trapped team back. Although this was only a drop in the bucket in terms of the current crisis, they must take advantage of this opportunity to allocate some manpower to help Junlizi. If Junlizi loses, let the three If a big monster in the late Nascent Soul stage frees its hands, the Youwei camp will be destroyed immediately.

Compared with the battlefield below, although the number of people in this battlefield in the sky is much smaller, the momentum is even more magnificent. Waves of overwhelming power stirred up the clouds, and the late Nascent Soul monks from each battalion were all He was locked in a fierce battle above his camp. Junlizi was fighting against three giant dragons that were a hundred feet long. Two of the three dragons were green and one was white. Their huge bodies were all blooming with powerful protective divine light, and the wind was surging as they circled and twisted. , this majestic momentum alone is terrifying enough.

Junlizi relied on an extraordinary defensive treasure and a powerful spell to fight against the three giant dragons. However, the more powerful the spell, the greater the consumption. He could not last long with this style of fighting. At most, there would be another dragon. The time of tea was the moment when he had to escape. As a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, he could not die in battle at will. Such losses were unbearable by the Heavenly Law Alliance, so they were required to retreat if they were unable to recover. At this critical moment, Langxing knew he shouldn't hesitate, but he still hesitated.

The chance to escape was fleeting. When the camp was surrounded by monsters, regret and fear surged into his heart at the same time, but Lang Xing tried his best to restrain himself and did not show it. Soon he used a weapon comparable to that of a great monk in the late Yuanying period. His spiritual consciousness observed that the ambush arranged by Guanying Junlizi was coming to kill, and the monster's formation was in chaos, which made him feel hopeful.

This ambush worked, but their strength was not enough to disperse the monsters. The chaotic monsters quickly stabilized and separated a group to block the ambush. The right guard battalion was fighting outside. The two groups of men and horses fought hard to join together, but the monsters were too strong. The ambush troops rushed to a place five or sixty thousand feet away from the camp and were unable to do so. However, the people guarding the camp were unable to do so. He didn't dare to rush too deep into the enemy's formation, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come back, so he could only watch the ambush force fall into a bitter battle.

It was at this moment that Lang Xing broke away from Bai Ling's hand. When Bai Ling felt that he was about to pull out his hand, Bai Ling hurriedly tried to grasp him, but her grasp was in vain, which made her stunned.

"Are you three cowards following me?" Langxing sent a spiritual message to Qihao, Xiaoyan, and Pockmarked who were shouting to kill before rushing out of the defensive formation.

Some of the people in the formation were urging their magic weapons to deal with the monsters outside. Those who had no monsters outside their defense area were shouting loudly to boost their morale. Only a few people noticed the new little monk rushing out. Magic circle.

Bai Ling wanted to chase him back but failed. This time she understood that this boy's cultivation was definitely not in the late stage of pill formation. With the loss of a ray of consciousness, she looked at Lang Xing's figure and saw him. It flew straight towards a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk who was about to lose his strength. Before they could reach the man, two of the three monster beasts that surrounded him suddenly fell from the air.

Lingbao! Bai Ling's heart palpitated with grief. Although she only saw two fleeting black lights and could not clearly see the appearance of Mo Xinconi, the only person who could have such power and speed was After knowing that this boy actually had a spiritual treasure, a little hope rose in her heart. She clenched her fists and silently prayed to God to let him survive. After seeing Zhui'er rush through the defense outside, When the camp rushed directly into the group of monsters, her body couldn't help but tremble.

"What are you doing!" She gritted her teeth and asked in her heart anxiously and angrily. At this moment, she felt a slight dizziness, and the ray of consciousness was shaken away.

"Is he dead?" Jin Fusou came over to support Bai Ling. From her shaking, he could tell that this was a sign of losing his consciousness.

Bai Ling pursed her lips and shook her head. Seeing her like this, Jin Fusou held back and didn't ask any more questions.

Lang Xing was heading towards the ambush. If they could bring this team back, their right guard camp could hold on for a while longer. At this life-and-death moment, they could no longer hide any strength, while activating the defensive magic weapon to eliminate evil spirits. Protecting his body with a shield, he swung his long sword to kill the monsters in the way. Mo Xintui used it to deal with the big monsters that had reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out more than 20,000 feet and killed seven or eight of them. Monster, this must have attracted the attention of nearby monsters, and some big monsters surrounded him.

The Black Heart Cone is a high-grade spiritual treasure that can kill great monks in the late Yuanying stage. It is effortless to kill these monsters whose Taoist practices are equivalent to those in the middle stage of the Yuanying stage. Even those

The man with strong muscles and bones as his magical power can also be killed with one blow, but when he is surrounded by people, it is impossible for him to avoid all attacks. The protective barrier formed by the elimination shield will flash the light of being hit from time to time, even though The evil-eliminating shield was of a high level, but his Qi Mansion was still painful from the frequent shocks.

Relying on the fact that the distance was only five to sixty thousand feet, he rushed to his side with all his strength. This ambush force that could not be killed was forming a defensive formation and fighting to the death with the monster. Seeing that a bloody path was created here, everyone immediately He rushed here to meet up with Lang Xing.

"Follow me and fight back!" Lang Xing shouted, then turned around and started to fight back.

At this moment when life was hanging by a thread, no one cared about why the new little monk was so brave. Immediately, four mid-stage Nascent Souls rushed to both sides of Zhui'er to act as his flanks, and Mo Xinzui killed him. The big monsters were all killed in one blow, so they rushed very quickly. Under the protection of four mid-stage Nascent Soul monks, Lang Xing received much less attacks than before.

When they were about to return to the camp, the monsters in the middle collapsed in panic as they were attacked from both sides.

"Kill!!!" The soldiers guarding the camp roared excitedly when they saw Langxing rescuing the trapped brothers. At this moment, only the word "kill" could best express their emotions. They had no time to say anything else.

Bai Ling saw with her own eyes the majestic appearance of Lang Xing when he came back from the battle, because at that moment she couldn't help but let out her consciousness again, looking forward to seeing Lang Xing's figure. When Langxing rushed back with a large group of people, she couldn't believe it was true. Before she could recover, the rescued early Yuanying monks and the injured middle Yuanying monks rushed in. Into the magic circle.

"Come back! Come back!" She still felt like she was dreaming when she sent this spiritual thought to Lang Xing.

"I'm fine." Lang Xing briefly replied with a spiritual thought, then followed several mid-stage Nascent Soul monks and rushed towards the high altitude where the clouds were rolling.

In such a war, the strength of the late Yuanying great monks plays an extremely important role in the outcome. Their only late Yuanying great monk Junlizi is currently fighting to the death with three large monsters with similar cultivation levels. At this moment, Lang Xing brought the trapped team back. Although this was only a drop in the bucket in terms of the current crisis, they must take advantage of this opportunity to allocate some manpower to help Junlizi. If Junlizi loses, let the three If a big monster in the late Nascent Soul stage frees its hands, the Youwei camp will be destroyed immediately.

Compared with the battlefield below, although the number of people in this battlefield in the sky is much smaller, the momentum is even more magnificent. Waves of overwhelming power stirred up the clouds, and the late Nascent Soul monks from each battalion were all He was locked in a fierce battle above his camp. Junlizi was fighting against three giant dragons that were a hundred feet long. Two of the three dragons were green and one was white. Their huge bodies were all blooming with powerful protective divine light, and the wind was surging as they circled and twisted. , this majestic momentum alone is terrifying enough.

Junlizi relied on an extraordinary defensive treasure and a powerful spell to fight against the three giant dragons. However, the more powerful the spell, the greater the consumption. He could not last long with this style of fighting. At most, there would be another dragon. The time of tea was the moment when he had to escape. As a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, he could not die in battle at will. Such losses were unbearable by the Heavenly Law Alliance, so they were required to retreat if they were unable to recover.