Cultivation of Immortality

Lingxiang behaved quite calmly, looking at the mountainous area with a smile on his lips. When he left the Eastern Guard, he was still a monk in the early stage of Yuanying. He was afraid of the Soul Cleansing Sect. Now he is already a Yuanying monk. In the middle stage, he has reached the perfect state. He can destroy the entire Soul Washing Sect by just joining forces with two brothers, not to mention the two major disciples of Qianjie Sect and Qianxu Palace.

Xie Yun said to Lang Xing, "Leave one for me." From the beginning to the end, no one asked him about his details. This was the respect they showed for him. Since they were going to brave the dragon's den and the tiger's den together, he had to let others know about him. I know a little bit about the strength.

"No need." Lang Xing refused flatly.

Hua Hu smoothed things over and said, "Okay, okay, let you go first, we will protect you from the side."

"No need." Lang Xing refused again.

While they were talking, they had already arrived in front of the mountainous area. After releasing the four-winged giant roc and the spiritual crane, several people flew forward boldly.

Without waiting for Hua Hu to shout, Ling Xiang took the lead in sending a message and said, "People from the Soul Cleansing Sect, please hear me clearly. These masters are here to collect your souls. Come out."

Not to be outdone, Hua Hu also sent a message saying, "Everyone counts, whoever is the bastard will come and die first."

A faint smile appeared on Xie Yun's face. These three guys from Yilingwei are really domineering. When you are with such people, you can't help but be infected with your pride. This feels really good. .

Twenty or thirty figures rushed out from the mountainous area shrouded in black mist, and formed a formation in the air thousands of feet away from them. Seven or eight people in the middle stage of Yuanying were in front, and about twenty people in the early stage of Yuanying were behind. There was a thick black aura further behind, presumably from a great monk who didn't want to be exposed easily.

As soon as these people came out, the space was suddenly filled with a sinister atmosphere. Most of their eyes were focused on Lang Xing because they couldn't understand what was going on with the little monk being held up by two mid-stage Nascent Soul monks. .

"You two, get out of the way." Lang Xing said to the two people around him feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute." After Huahu said that, he raised his other hand and pointed at the black mist behind the array and said, "Come here, I think you are the most bastard, you should come and die first."

Lingxiang said with a calm attitude mixed with arrogance, "There's probably another bastard in there, let's come out together."

As soon as they finished speaking, a cold snort came from the black mist. A mid-stage Nascent Soul monk standing at the front of the queue led everyone behind him to fly to the middle of the battlefield, and shouted at them with a raised eyebrow, " Where did you bastards come from? What do you want?"

Huahu said with a smile, "Didn't grandpas tell you very clearly that we are here to collect your souls." After saying this, he secretly sent a spiritual thought to Lang Xing, "Let's attract that great monk to take action. You Prepare for a sneak attack." After transmitting this spiritual thought, he flew towards the formation in a swagger, and Lingxiang and Hei Si followed him in tacit understanding.

"Wait a minute!" Langxing called to the three of them, then slowly flew forward while pointing at the black mist thousands of feet away and said, "Come here."

Hua Hu also said the same thing just now, but Hua Hu is also a person who has reached the middle stage of Yuanying. Taking this posture can only be considered arrogant. If someone who is in the early stage of Yuan Ying also adopts this posture, people don't know what to say. Isn't this meant to be irritating? He said he was unyielding in seeking death, but this little monk still looked very serious and formal.

"Go to hell!" a fat figure yelled.

He rushed out of the opponent's camp. This was a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Although these five people came to look for trouble, the Soul Washing Sect in front of his own house still wanted to maintain some martial ethics. Besides, there was no winner in this battle. If you lose, you can win in a more beautiful and fair way.

The fat man rushed into the formation and stopped, looking at Lang Xing with disdain. He could not go any further, because the opponent's four mid-stage Nascent Soul monks were still closely following Lang Xing.

Langxing stopped and looked at the four people following him with displeased eyes.

Huahu said with a smile, "Okay, okay, you can go on your own, we won't follow you." Of course he could rest assured if Langxing was to deal with an early Yuanying monk. When Langxing flew forward again, the four of them One of them still moved forward uneasy, but not so closely. The other party had a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. If they were too far away, they would have no time to rescue them.

When Fatty saw Hua Hu and the others, they slowed down and immediately used a flying sword to kill Lang Xing.

Lang Xing stared at the black fog in the distance without even looking at the fat man. When he rushed to about Qianzhang, a golden light shot out from beside Lang Xing. The rushing fat man didn't even have time to utter a exclamation. Split in half by Saikawa.

The people on the opposite side couldn't help but widen their eyes in astonishment. This was too easy. They could clearly see that Lang Xing didn't even move a finger, and didn't even look at the fat man. How could this be the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation? Why, at least he must be in the middle stage of Yuanying. If nothing else, this magnanimity alone is enough to reach the middle stage of Yuanying.

The four people who guarded Langxing were quite calm. Not to mention Xianyun and Huahu, even Hei Si and Lingxiang had seen Langxing kill mid-Nascent Soul mid-level monsters in the rebel army. Killing a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul is no problem.

"What is your cultivation level?" A fat man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul asked as he flew out of the camp and cautiously stopped three thousand feet away from Langxing. The fat man who just died was his younger brother. Although the two brothers had a normal relationship, But it would be unreasonable for him not to stand up and avenge his brother at this moment.

Langxing ignored the fat man again, holding the retracted Kasukawa in his hand and looking at the great monk in the distance as he slowly flew forward.

"Seeking death!" The fat man clapped his hands, releasing a flying black mist. Under the cover of the black mist, his body half-hidden and half-revealed like a ghost pounced on Lang Xing. Lang Xing still looked ahead and pounced with his left hand. The fat man came over and nodded, then raised his right hand and threw Kaikawa out.

The fat man felt his body stagnate, as if he was trapped by an invisible force. Although he could still move, his movements were obviously slow and laborious. Seeing the black and yellow Kasukawa flying towards him, he raised his hands in fear. He used his long sword to block it. This time, Saikawa's attack was not too fast. He had a head-on confrontation with the long sword. Golden light and black light flashed successively. The long sword broke, and the protective divine light dissipated. The fat man also Just like the fat man before, he was cut into two pieces by Saikawa, and his body separated from the middle and fell down.

The four fingers of Hua Hu couldn't help but move. It was because their hands were itchy. Having such teammates was so motivating. This effortless and effortless way of killing was so morale-boosting.

Naturally, this is another situation for the Soul Cleansing Sect. Now everyone is sure that this little monk with the lowest cultivation level has at least the combat power of the late Nascent Soul level. So how strong will the other four be? No wonder these five people dared to block the door so arrogantly and cause trouble. The mid-Nascent Soul camp that bore the brunt began to retreat slowly and involuntarily, while the early Nascent Soul camp behind them retreated even faster. Lingxiang behaved quite calmly, looking at the mountainous area with a smile on his lips. When he left the Eastern Guard, he was still a monk in the early stage of Yuanying. He was afraid of the Soul Cleansing Sect. Now he is already a Yuanying monk. In the middle stage, he has reached the perfect state. He can destroy the entire Soul Washing Sect by just joining forces with two brothers, not to mention the two major disciples of Qianjie Sect and Qianxu Palace.

Xie Yun said to Lang Xing, "Leave one for me." From the beginning to the end, no one asked him about his details. This was the respect they showed for him. Since they were going to brave the dragon's den and the tiger's den together, he had to let others know about him. I know a little bit about the strength.

"No need." Lang Xing refused flatly.

Hua Hu smoothed things over and said, "Okay, okay, let you go first, we will protect you from the side."

"No need." Lang Xing refused again. ??

While they were talking, they had already arrived in front of the mountainous area. After releasing the four-winged giant roc and the spiritual crane, several people flew forward boldly.

Without waiting for Hua Hu to shout, Ling Xiang took the lead in sending a message and said, "People from the Soul Cleansing Sect, please hear me clearly. These masters are here to collect your souls. Come out."

Not to be outdone, Hua Hu also sent a message saying, "Everyone counts, whoever is the bastard will come and die first."

A faint smile appeared on Xie Yun's face. These three guys from Yilingwei are really domineering. When you are with such people, you can't help but be infected with your pride. This feels really good. .

Twenty or thirty figures rushed out from the mountainous area shrouded in black mist, and formed a formation in the air thousands of feet away from them. Seven or eight people in the middle stage of Yuanying were in front, and about twenty people in the early stage of Yuanying were behind. There was a thick black aura further behind, presumably from a great monk who didn't want to be exposed easily.

As soon as these people came out, the space was suddenly filled with a sinister atmosphere. Most of their eyes were focused on Lang Xing because they couldn't understand what was going on with the little monk being held up by two mid-stage Nascent Soul monks. .

"You two, get out of the way." Lang Xing said to the two people beside him feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute." After Huahu said that, he raised his other hand and pointed at the black mist behind the array and said, "Come here, I think you are the most bastard, so come and die first."

Lingxiang said with a calm attitude mixed with arrogance, "There's probably another bastard in there, let's come out together."

As soon as they finished speaking, a cold snort came from the black mist. A mid-stage Nascent Soul monk standing at the front of the queue led everyone behind him to fly to the middle of the battlefield, and shouted at them with a raised eyebrow, " Where did you bastards come from? What do you want?"

Huahu said with a smile, "Didn't grandpas tell you very clearly that we are here to collect your souls." After saying this, he secretly sent a spiritual thought to Lang Xing, "Let's attract that great monk to take action. You Prepare for a sneak attack." After passing on this spiritual thought, he flew towards the formation in a swagger, and Lingxiang and Hei Si followed him in tacit understanding.

"Wait a minute!" Langxing called to the three of them, then slowly flew forward while pointing at the black mist thousands of feet away and said, "Come here."

Hua Hu also said the same thing just now, but Hua Hu is also a person who has reached the middle stage of Yuanying. Taking this posture can only be considered arrogant. If someone who is in the early stage of Yuan Ying also adopts this posture, people don't know what to say. Isn't this meant to be irritating? He said he was unyielding in seeking death, but this little monk still looked very serious and formal.

"Go to hell!" a fat figure yelled.

He rushed out of the opponent's camp. This was a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Although these five people came to look for trouble, the Soul Washing Sect in front of his own house still wanted to maintain some martial ethics. Besides, there was no winner in this battle. If you lose, you can definitely win in a more beautiful and fair way.

The fat man rushed into the formation and stopped, looking at Lang Xing with disdain. He could not go any further, because the opponent's four mid-stage Nascent Soul monks were still closely following Lang Xing.

Langxing stopped and looked at the four people following him with displeased eyes.

Hua Hu said with a smile, "Okay, okay, you can go on your own, we won't follow you." Of course he could rest assured letting Lang Xing deal with an early Yuanying monk. When Lang Xing flew forward again, the four of them One of them still moved forward uneasy, but not so closely. The other party had a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. If they were too far away, they would have no time to rescue them.

When Fatty saw Hua Hu and the others, they slowed down and immediately used a flying sword to kill Lang Xing.

Lang Xing stared at the black fog in the distance without even looking at the fat man. When he rushed to about Qianzhang, a golden light shot out from beside Lang Xing. The rushing fat man didn't even have time to utter a exclamation. Split in half by Saikawa.

The people on the opposite side couldn't help but widen their eyes in astonishment. This was too easy. They could clearly see that Lang Xing didn't even move a finger, and didn't even look at the fat man. How could this be the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation? Why, at least he must be in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. If nothing else, this magnanimity alone is enough to reach the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

The four people who guarded Langxing were quite calm. Not to mention Xianyun and Huahu, even Hei Si and Lingxiang had seen Langxing kill mid-Nascent Soul mid-level monsters in the rebel army. Killing a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul is no problem.

"What is your cultivation level?" A fat man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul asked as he flew out of the camp and cautiously stopped three thousand feet away from Langxing. The fat man who just died was his younger brother. Although the two brothers had a normal relationship, But it would be unreasonable for him not to stand up and avenge his brother at this moment.

Langxing ignored the fat man again, holding the retracted Kasukawa in his hand and looking at the great monk in the distance as he slowly flew forward.

"Seeking death!" The fat man clapped his hands, releasing a flying black mist. Under the cover of the black mist, his body half-hidden and half-revealed like a ghost pounced on Lang Xing. Lang Xing still looked ahead and pounced with his left hand. The fat man came over and nodded, then raised his right hand and threw Kaikawa out.

The fat man felt his body sluggish, as if he was trapped by an invisible force. Although he could still move, his movements were obviously slow and laborious. Seeing the black and yellow Kasukawa flying towards him, he raised his hands in fear. He used his long sword to block it. This time, Saikawa's attack was not too fast. He had a head-on confrontation with the long sword. Golden light and black light flashed successively. The long sword broke, and the protective divine light dissipated. The fat man also Just like the fat man before, he was cut into two pieces by Saikawa, and his body separated from the middle and fell down.

The four fingers of Hua Hu couldn't help but move. It was because their hands were itchy. Having such teammates was so motivating. This effortless and effortless way of killing was so morale-boosting.

Naturally, this is another situation for the Soul Cleansing Sect. Now everyone is sure that this little monk with the lowest cultivation level has at least the combat power of the late Nascent Soul level. So how strong will the other four be? No wonder these five people dared to block the door so arrogantly and cause trouble. The mid-Nascent Soul camp that bore the brunt began to retreat slowly and involuntarily, while the early Nascent Soul camp behind them retreated even faster.