Cultivation of Immortals begins with drawing superhuman physique

Just when Ouyang Hong was desperate, a blurred figure wearing a bronze mask suddenly appeared in the clouds in the sky. Two red lights burst out from his eyes, as if the eyes of gods and demons were drooping to the earth.

Silent...

Red lights crisscrossed, and in the blink of an eye, the three zombies besieging Ouyang Hong were cut into minced meat all over the sky. The hot temperature instantly ignited into red flames and swallowed the minced meat all over.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three consecutive sounds were heard by disciples of the Ziyin Sect vomiting blood.

Those three zombies are their own corpse refining objects, and they are refining with their heart and blood. Once destroyed, it will be equivalent to destroying a lot of their cultivation and also causing them to suffer very serious injuries.

"Who? I dare to interfere in the affairs of my Ziyin Sect and don't want to live?" One of the disciples looked at the sky with a loud and gloomy look, his eyes full of hatred and resentment. Even if the person who came to practice cultivation

He is a senior, but as an elite disciple of the Zi Yin Sect, he is self-conceived as having some means of saving his life. In addition, with the Tianzi following him, his heart is not at all unfair, and he is not afraid of the old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage bullying the small.

Ouyang Hong was stunned for a moment. His spiritual sense swept upwards and felt that the figure was a little familiar, but it was a good opportunity to fight back. He had rich experience in fighting, so he naturally would not miss this opportunity.

With one hand, he took out a yellow bronze bell, slapped it quickly with one hand, making a series of "dongdong" sounds, and the round transparent sound waves attacked the three of them.

【It can actually destroy three late-stage corpses in the Golden Pill with one blow, and the strength of the visitor must have reached the Nascent Soul stage. Who is this person? Why dare to go against the Corpse Yin Sect? First test his background. If you don’t work, then

After letting them take a few mats, it is my best idea to leave!]

The expression on Young Master Juesha's face was gloomy and he hurriedly said, "The person who came is not weak. Junior brother, you can hold on for a while first, I will ask the Heavenly Corpse to come out of the coffin!"

"good!"

The three of them were full of evil spirits, and blood was left at the corners of their mouths. They took out defense measures and joined forces to block the transparent sound waves that attacked in front of them. Although they were not seriously injured, they had many treasures on their bodies and were thrown out one after another.

The defensive talisman dozens of feet easily resisted Ouyang Hong's offensive.

In addition, the mid-stage Jindan cultivator was forced to be forced by the giant sword because he had no support. He was in danger frequently. He had no choice but to use a relatively precious body-protecting talisman and finally escaped from the crisis.

Young Master Juesha looked up and forgot about the blurry figure in the sky. He felt a little afraid. When he pinched his handprints, a brilliant silver light suddenly appeared on his body. A pair of exquisite and transparent silver armor appeared from his body.

There is a strange beast roaring on each shoulder, and a magical round mirror is embedded in its chest.

"Yinchen Baojia, I didn't expect that Master gave this treasure to his senior brother. He really cared for him!"

"With this armor protection, it may not be that simple for the man to cast a spell and attack again. If he invites the heavenly corpse out, even the powerful people in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage will have to retreat!"

"It's better to let the Heavenly Corpse kill him, so that I can relieve my hatred!"

"That's right, after capturing him, he will refine his body into our natal corpse. The loss this time is really too great!"

...

The three of them noticed the scene behind them and couldn't help but whisper the conversation, with an unconcealed murderous intent in their tone.

Young Master Juesha took out a blood blade and slashed his wrist hard. A large amount of blood burst out. He muttered something, pinched the magic tricks with his hands, and at the same time, he used blood as ink to draw on the coffin board behind him.

A formation pattern casting an evil aura was produced.

"Disciple Juesha, I am facing a strong enemy now. Please ask the ancestor Tianzi to come out quickly to destroy the enemy!"

After the short spell ended, the blood formation suddenly lit up red light and gradually disappeared on the coffin board.

Su Poman was standing on Yuntou at this time, watching the scene happening below with interest, using the "Ancient Breath Rescue Technique", retracting all his breath, and carrying a pair of bronze to cover up his face.

mask.

[Interesting, is this a summoning ceremony? Haha, if I hadn't wanted to see what tricks you could have come up with, you would have died a hundred times long ago!]

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

A very magical heartbeat suddenly appeared in the coffin. Except for Su Poman, everyone present couldn't help but cover their hearts.

"The corpse on this day is indeed powerful, and it actually has a heartbeat like a living person! The chest is so uncomfortable, as if the frequency of the beating has been forcibly modified..."

"Roar~~~"

A roar like a low roar of tigers and leopards appeared in the coffin.

Immediately afterwards, a large cloud gathered in the sky, obscuring the moonlight, and an extremely strong stench of corpse appeared between the sky and the earth, just like a dead mouse that had magnified dozens of times, making people unable to help but retching.

"roar………"

Another roar sounded, and strange phenomena reappeared between heaven and earth.

The black corpse gas, like a river flowing back, spread out from the coffin, pouring down from the air, floating and sinking like dry ice, turning the ground into a sea of ​​corpse gas.

Su Poman frowned, and a red light appeared in his eyes. Looking at the impact caused by the corpse gas, he could finally bear it.

[This horse-studded appearance also brings magic damage. It's so smelly and can't stand it. Hurry up and die!]

The red light condensed in his eyes and swept down in an instant.

"Senior brother, that man is going to cast a spell and attack again!" One of the disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect noticed the red light in the sky and quickly reminded him with his divine sense.

Young Master Juesha smiled contemptuously and was about to say something, but the next moment, he seemed to be a duck squeezing his neck. For a moment, he couldn't speak and was stunned.

I saw the red light sagging and sweeping back and forth. The sky corpse had no time to howl miserably and was cut into a pile of minced meat. The hot high temperature made many minced meat turn into coke.

The blue smoke lingers and rises slowly.

Young Master Juesha felt that the scene in front of him was like a illusion. He murmured to himself in a daze: "This is impossible. Master's Heavenly Corpse has the strength of the late stage of the Nascent Soul. It can not only teleport, but also have the extreme Yin Corpse.

How could a variety of corpse magical powers such as fire be... dead so easily?"

Finally, the tone of the word "dead" suddenly rose, and he suddenly realized, "Danger!!!"

The other four people also reacted and looked at each other, and felt the other person's thoughts at this moment.

"run!"

The five people took out the same gray talisman paper with one hand. The surface of the talisman paper was inlaid with several "Nanming Void Stones" as fine as beans, and a force of space floated on it.

This is the life-saving method given to several of their elite disciples by the Zi Yin Sect - the small shift talisman!

Silent...

Although they were stimulating the talisman paper with all their strength, at this moment, the two red lights passed through their bodies at an extreme speed, just like the sight of the god of death.

The protective treasures that can withstand the full-strength attack in the Nascent Soul stage were broken one after another, and it seemed that they could not even stop them for a breath.

Young Master Juesha's expression was dull, his consciousness gradually became depressed, and his junior brother's howl faintly came to his ears, and then his consciousness sank into endless darkness.