Cultivation of Immortality

As soon as Lang Xing moved, Wu Dao activated a brilliant mysterious light and attacked.

Wu Dao has extremely rich combat experience. His body reacted immediately after being bounced away by the spiritual energy wave, only slightly slower than the prepared Lang Xing. That mysterious light was the Lingbao Daxian Stone, its first The next attack failed because Lang Xing happened to pounce on Shangji Xianzun at this time, but the Immortal Stone quickly changed its direction under Wu Dao's control, and immediately hit Lang Xing.

The second wave of spiritual energy shock since the fight followed, and Lang Xing's figure was beaten forward and a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Wu Dao felt at ease. He did not immediately rush to capture Lang Xing. Instead, he stared nervously at the dark green light emitted from Lang Xing's side. Logically speaking, this terrifying spirit treasure should The power was greatly reduced, but what he saw was that the spiritual treasure was not affected at all, but it immediately showed its power. A Xuan Yue Spear was quickly generated, and then a third burst of spiritual power was fired. Shock!

This time the spiritual power shock was stronger than the previous two times. Not only was Shangji Xianzun exposed in the beating, but he also fell diagonally.

Wu Dao's eyes widened in shock. It was enough for him to be surprised that Lang Xing could knock down his master. Moreover, he also saw that Lang Xing, who was clearly knocked down by him, somehow continued to move forward as if nothing happened. He looked up, but his face turned a little pale. Could it be that he was dazzled just now? He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

A thin line of blood dripped from the corner of Shangji Xianzun's mouth, and his left hand turned into black coal from his wrist. The Shui Ting Sword fired three Xuan Yue Spears in an instant. If Lang Xing hadn't stopped the attack in time, he would have This life will definitely not be saved.

After sealing Shangji Xianzun, Langxing carried him and looked at Wudao with cold eyes, and the candle soul lamp appeared above his head.

Everything happened so fast, it was unbelievable. When Wu Dao regained consciousness and wanted to escape, he was already trapped by the magic power of the Candle Soul Lamp. He was wise enough not to struggle, and Lang Xing's powerful methods captured him. He was frightened. He didn't know how capable this person was. If he resisted at this moment, he would be fatally struck. ??

The Shui Ting Sword hung a hundred feet away from Wu Dao. Lang Xing looked at Wu Dao expressionlessly, thinking in his mind whether he should kill the master and disciple or abolish them.

The corners of Wu Dao's eyes couldn't help twitching, and he looked at Lang Xing with a pleading look. The other person's domineering attitude made him clearly realize that begging for mercy was of no use, and talking too much would ruin his life early.

A female cultivator got up from the ground. It was Li Zhen. She flew up quietly and seemed to want to launch a sneak attack on Lang Xing, but she finally stopped more than three thousand feet away from Lang Xing and coughed deliberately. This shows that he has no intention of taking action.

Then the beautiful woman who had been lying on the table also got up from the ground, but she did not move again after she stood up. She looked at the star in the sky with horrified and blank eyes. The two female nuns did not bother to cover up. Take a look at your body. At this moment when your life is at stake, shame no longer matters.

In the dead silence where a needle could be heard, Wu Dao's breathing became more and more rapid, and the situation where his life was hanging by a thread made him collapse.

The Shui Ting Sword hanging quietly in the air suddenly became powerful, and shot out a Xuan Yue Spear, which made Wu Dao spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The two female cultivators were both trembling, but they held back and did not dare to make a sound.

After seriously injuring Wu Dao, Lang Xing put away the Candle Soul Lamp and Shui Ting Sword. Now that the master and apprentice were unable to resist, he could calmly consider how to deal with them.

"Spare me..." Wu Dao, who was lying on the ground, finally begged. This blow almost caused his Nascent Soul to collapse. The ruthlessness of Lang Xing's attack made him completely succumb, and he said this begging for mercy. After saying these words, blood poured out from the corners of his mouth again.

Lang Xing glanced at the two pale-faced female cultivators. If they wanted revenge, he would be happy to leave the matter of dealing with the master and apprentice to them, but the two female cultivators avoided Lang Xing's gaze. Obviously he doesn't want to get into trouble.

Another young female cultivator fainted after being knocked away. She was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul and had lost most of her life. She couldn't recover even after hundreds of years of nursing. Lang Xing had no intention of waking her up. .

"I know who you are." Lang Xing looked at the plump female cultivator standing on the ground and said. He did recognize it. This female cultivator was Fairy Xuanhua, the Taoist companion of the Hanshan Sect. The strength of the Hanshan Sect was more than Ningtaizong, where Lizhen lives, is even stronger.

Xuanhua lowered his head in shame, his face changed color, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Langxing did not reveal her name, but pointed out that he recognized her just to give her a warning, and then he said to Lizhen and Xuanhua, "I should have killed you to silence you, but I am not a person who is easy to kill. Make an oath with your Taoist heart."

The two of them immediately took out an oath of blood and swore an oath as if they had been granted amnesty, and their expressions showed the joy of escaping from death.

At this time, the two female cultivators who had been sent away by Wu Dao came over cautiously and stopped several thousand feet away to look at the situation here in confusion.

Langxing summoned the two of them over and made them swear an oath never to tell outsiders what they had heard and seen today. Then he looked at them with cold eyes and waved his hand to hit Wu Dao who was lying on the ground with a stream of spiritual power. It turned into a ball of blood mist.

The four female cultivators all trembled in their delicate bodies and stepped back involuntarily. The powerful Immortal Lord of Yin Yang Palace in the Northern Territory and the first-grade Immortal Official of Qianzonghui were killed just like that. The courage of this little Immortal Lord and He is as ruthless as the Little Devil.

Lang Xing said in a solemn tone, "If any of you are not afraid of God's punishment and don't take your oath seriously, then your unjust fate will be yours. I will not only kill you, but also make your scandal known to the world." "The reason he went to such great lengths to intimidate these female cultivators was because he was very conflicted. He almost got into trouble when he let Lu Sheng go before. Logically speaking, he shouldn't make the same mistake again, but people are different. This Lang Xing will never learn the lessons of mankind. His heart does not allow him to kill innocent people indiscriminately for his own safety. Even if it costs him his life, he will not hesitate. If he kills these four female cultivators today, Then he is no longer Long Xing.

Li Zhen said with courage, "Don't worry, little fairy, we will never leak anything here." At this point, she hesitated to speak and looked at Lang Xing who was holding her in his hand with her eyes closed. Shangji Xianzun.

Lang Xing understood what she was worried about, so he hung Shangji Xianzun in the air and said calmly, "Open your eyes, I know you have recovered."

Shangji Xianzun opened his eyes a little, looked at Lang Xing with sluggish eyes, and said weakly, "How did you develop this ability?"

Lang Xing smiled indifferently and said with his spiritual thoughts, "You don't need to know this. Just know that I have the ability to kill you easily. But I can tell you another thing. Shangtai and Wuji are indeed dead." In the hands of me and Little Demon Lord, I should have killed you, but out of flawless kindness I had to spare your life."

Shangji Xianzun looked at Lang Xing with calm eyes. From his experience, he could tell that Lang Xing still had unfinished words. He didn't believe that Lang Xing would let him go so casually. As soon as Lang Xing moved, Wu Dao activated a brilliant mysterious light and attacked.

Wu Dao has extremely rich fighting experience. His body reacted immediately after being bounced away by the spiritual energy wave, only slightly slower than the prepared Lang Xing. The next attack failed because Lang Xing happened to pounce on Shangji Xianzun at this time, but the Immortal Stone quickly changed its direction under Wu Dao's control, and immediately hit Lang Xing.

The second wave of spiritual energy shock since the fight followed, and Lang Xing's figure was beaten forward and a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Wu Dao felt at ease. He did not immediately rush to capture Lang Xing. Instead, he stared nervously at the dark green light emitted from Lang Xing's side. Logically speaking, this terrifying spirit treasure should The power was greatly reduced, but what he saw was that the spiritual treasure was not affected at all, but it immediately showed its power. A Xuan Yue Spear was quickly generated, and then a third burst of spiritual power was fired. Shock!

This time the spiritual power shock was stronger than the previous two times. Not only was Shangji Xianzun exposed in the beating, but he also fell diagonally.

Wu Dao's eyes widened in shock. It was enough for him to be surprised that Lang Xing could knock down his master. Moreover, he also saw that Lang Xing, who was clearly knocked down by him, somehow continued to move forward as if nothing happened. He looked up, but his face turned a little pale. Could it be that he was dazzled just now? He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

A thin line of blood dripped from the corner of Shangji Xianzun's mouth, and his left hand turned into black coal from his wrist. The Shui Ting Sword fired three Xuan Yue Spears in an instant. If Lang Xing hadn't stopped the attack in time, he would have This life will definitely not be saved.

After sealing Shangji Xianzun, Langxing carried him and looked at Wudao with cold eyes, and the candle soul lamp appeared above his head.

Everything happened so fast, it was unbelievable. When Wu Dao regained consciousness and wanted to escape, he was already trapped by the magic power of the Candle Soul Lamp. He was wise enough not to struggle, and Lang Xing's powerful methods captured him. He was frightened. He didn't know how capable this man was. If he resisted at this moment, he would be fatally wounded.

The Shui Ting Sword hung a hundred feet away from Wu Dao. Lang Xing looked at Wu Dao expressionlessly, thinking in his mind whether he should kill the master and disciple or abolish them.

The corners of Wu Dao's eyes couldn't help twitching, and he looked at Lang Xing with a pleading look. The other person's domineering attitude made him clearly realize that begging for mercy was of no use, and talking too much would ruin his life early.

A female cultivator got up from the ground. It was Li Zhen. She flew up quietly and seemed to want to launch a sneak attack on Lang Xing, but she finally stopped more than three thousand feet away from Lang Xing and coughed deliberately. This shows that he has no intention of taking action.

Then the beautiful woman who had been lying on the table also got up from the ground, but she did not move again after she stood up. She looked at the star in the sky with horrified and blank eyes. The two female nuns did not bother to cover up. Take a look at your body. At this moment when your life is at stake, shame no longer matters.

In the deathly silence where a needle could be heard, Wu Dao's breathing became increasingly rapid, and the situation where his life was hanging by a thread made him collapse.

The Shui Ting Sword hanging quietly in the air suddenly became powerful, and shot out a Xuan Yue Spear, which made Wu Dao spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The two female cultivators were both trembling, but they held back and did not dare to make a sound.

After seriously injuring Wu Dao, Lang Xing put away the Candle Soul Lamp and Shui Ting Sword. Now that the master and apprentice were unable to resist, he could calmly consider how to deal with them.

"Spare me..." Wu Dao, who was lying on the ground, finally begged. This blow almost caused his Nascent Soul to collapse. The ruthlessness of Lang Xing's attack made him completely succumb, and he said this begging for mercy. After saying these words, blood gushes out from the corners of his mouth again.

Lang Xing glanced at the two pale-faced female cultivators. If they wanted revenge, he would be happy to leave the matter of dealing with the master and apprentice to them, but the two female cultivators avoided Lang Xing's gaze. Obviously he doesn't want to get into trouble.

Another young female cultivator fainted after being knocked away. She was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul and had lost most of her life. She couldn't recover even after hundreds of years of nursing. Lang Xing had no intention of waking her up. .

"I know who you are." Lang Xing looked at the plump female cultivator standing on the ground and said. He did recognize it. This female cultivator was Fairy Xuanhua, the Taoist monk of the Hanshan Sect. Ningtaizong, where Lizhen lives, is even stronger.

Xuanhua lowered his head in shame, his face changed color, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Langxing did not reveal her name, but pointed out that he recognized her just to give her a warning, and then he said to Lizhen and Xuanhua, "I should have killed you to silence you, but I am not a person who is easy to kill. Make an oath with your heart."

The two of them immediately took out an oath of blood and swore an oath as if they had been granted amnesty, with expressions that showed the joy of escaping from death.

At this time, the two female cultivators who had been sent away by Wu Dao came over cautiously and stopped several thousand feet away to look at the situation here in confusion.

Langxing summoned the two of them over and made them swear an oath never to tell outsiders what they had heard and seen today. Then he looked at them with cold eyes and waved his hand to hit Wu Dao who was lying on the ground with a stream of spiritual power. It turned into a ball of blood mist.

The four female cultivators all trembled in their delicate bodies and stepped back involuntarily. The powerful Immortal Lord of Yin Yang Palace in the Northern Territory and the first-grade Immortal Official of Qianzonghui were killed just like that. The courage of this little Immortal Lord and He is as ruthless as the Little Devil.

Lang Xing said in a solemn tone, "If any of you are not afraid of God's punishment and don't take your oath seriously, then your unjust fate will be yours. I will not only kill you, but also make your scandal known to the world." "The reason he went to such great lengths to intimidate these female cultivators was because he was very conflicted. He almost got into trouble when he let Lu Sheng go before. Logically speaking, he shouldn't make the same mistake again, but people are different. This Lang Xing will never learn the lessons of mankind. His heart does not allow him to kill innocent people indiscriminately for his own safety. Even if it costs him his life, he will not hesitate. If he kills these four female cultivators today, Then he is no longer Long Xing.

Li Zhen said with courage, "Don't worry, little fairy, we will never leak anything here." At this point, she hesitated to speak and looked at Lang Xing who was holding her in his hand with her eyes closed. Shangji Xianzun.

Lang Xing understood what she was worried about, so he hung Shangji Xianzun in the air and said calmly, "Open your eyes, I know you have recovered."

Shangji Xianzun opened his eyes a little, looked at Lang Xing with sluggish eyes, and said weakly, "How did you develop this skill?"

Lang Xing smiled indifferently and said with his spiritual thoughts, "You don't need to know this. Just know that I have the ability to kill you easily. But I can tell you another thing. Shangtai and Wuji are indeed dead." In the hands of me and Little Demon Lord, I should have killed you, but out of flawless kindness I had to spare your life."

Shangji Xianzun looked at Lang Xing with calm eyes. From his experience, he could tell that Lang Xing still had unfinished words. He didn't believe that Lang Xing would let him go so casually.