Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 604 Outburst

The old man was dressed in a gray robe, his breath was not obvious, his long gray and white hair was unrestrained, fluttering freely in the wind behind his back.

If it weren't for stepping on the void, it would be almost the same as a mortal old scholar!

"Don't ask."

He couldn't look away, nodded slowly, his complexion remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, and his wrinkled cheeks seemed to be stiff:

"It's easier for me to find!"

It can be seen that the old man's journey has not been easy.

The clothes on his body were torn and torn, and there was a slanted crack at the waist and ribs, the crack was so hideous that it had not been repaired even with the Golden Core cultivation base.

"I heard that although the ancestor of Sanhua has great magic power, he is narrow-minded and can't tolerate others." Mo Qiu squinted his eyes and sighed softly, shaking his head helplessly:

"Looking at it now, it really is!"

He would rather give up a great deal of help than find himself hidden in this crisis-ridden ancestral temple. This person really has a small mind.

"Since the lord made his debut, he has never missed what he wants, especially women." The old man cupped his hands towards the sky:

"What's more, Fairy Wang is a matter of whether the Lord can go further, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Then look coldly:

"Are you suicidal or do you do it yourself?"

"Big words!"

Tian Chi's face was gloomy, but he didn't show any sign of shrinking back. He waved his arm lightly, and the Wuji Divine Saber appeared sharply, pointing at the opponent from a distance of more than ten miles:

"I really think I'm afraid you won't succeed."

"Woo..."

Tian Chi's reaction seemed to be beyond the old man's expectation. Seeing this, he nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes:

"rare!"

"Such a pure and decisive sword intent is only natural. Since your Excellency is willing to die, I might as well fulfill the two of you today."

"Clatter..."

While speaking, the armor in the mountain below shook, and a group of hundreds of elite soldiers rushed to the top of the mountain, surrounded by several people and shouted towards the sky.

Under the mountain wind, their voices could not be heard very far, but the three present could hear them clearly.

"The king of the Ming Kingdom has seen three immortals!"

"True Immortal, I'll see you again!"

"Immortal!"

"Immortal!"

Looking at the situation, it seems that the following is a mortal county king in charge of military power. During this trip, he didn't want to see a fairy flying away.

The land of thousands of miles is not too far away for Jindan, but it is enough to give birth to a dynasty.

not to mention.

There is more than a thousand miles here?

It is normal to have a mortal kingdom.

However, the hidden place of the ancestral temple will only be opened once in hundreds of thousands of years, and the chances of these mortals seeing the 'immortal' are slim.

Seeing the real fairy now, I am ecstatic.

The well-trained elite soldiers all looked fanatical, and the men and women surrounded by people even loudly begged the immortals to come to the world.

"A bunch of ignorant and stupid people!"

The old man lowered his head, saw this scene with a sneer, waved his hand, and a black light flashed down, cutting towards the mountain below.

The black awn contains murderous intent, which can shatter mountains.

If they were cut down, even if there were a few innate warriors among the hundreds of people below, they would never be spared.

"snort!"

Tian Chi snorted coldly, and swiped the Wuji Divine Saber obliquely in the air, cutting towards Heimang:

"Your Majesty's golden elixir, you're not afraid of losing face even if you vent your anger on mortals?"

While speaking, the long knife collided with the black glow, and retreated from each other, revealing their true faces, it turned out to be a short sword as dark as lacquer.

Black Sword!

Moqiu and Tianchi both recalled the old story at the same time.

The old servant next to the ancestor of Sanhua, named Heijian, is good at swordsmanship. He has cultivated to the late stage of Jindan and has extraordinary strength. He once slaughtered mortal cities with his hands.

"court death!"

The old man snorted coldly, waved his long sleeves, and shot his short sword.

The sword light trembled in the air, turning into two, turning into two, turning into four, turning into eight... In the blink of an eye, the land of several miles was covered with sword lights.

The sword light is erratic, blurred, like illusion, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Acacia Sword!

The sword is like a lovesickness, with lingering affection, and the constant cutting is still chaotic. Even the free aura between the heaven and the earth seems to have become sticky.

"Um!"

The sky is dull.

The opponent's swordsmanship was unexpectedly exquisite, especially the sword intent, which was like weeping and complaining, and even he was slightly affected.

Look sideways.

Mo Qiu's face was tense and his eyes were cold, but he was not affected by the sword intent at all.

Good concentration!

With a compliment in his heart, he couldn't help but relax.

The two of them had already experienced the difficulties of Jindan's late stage, and if they were suppressed by the opponent's sword intent this time, they wouldn't have to fight later.

"drink!"

With a low drink in his mouth, Tian Chi's awareness of the sea of ​​swords burst forth, and the light of the sword appeared out of thin air like a fish swimming in yin and yang, facing the incoming sword light.

The sword glows like silk, roaming all over the sky, and can easily cut everything. It is an extremely rare technique of refining a sword into silk in the method of controlling the sword.

"Ding ding... Dangdang..."

There was an endless stream of collision sounds.

"The knife skill is good."

The old man nodded, then sneered:

"It's a pity, it's too overwhelming!"

Before the sound fell, the sword light in the field suddenly flourished, like overwhelming mountains and seas, rolling towards the two of them brazenly with an overwhelming advantage.

Just the aftermath of the sword energy caused a hurricane to rise in the surrounding hundreds of miles, and the mountains trembled.

The prestige of Jindan late stage is fully displayed here.

for a while.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, sometimes the clouds are burned by fire, and sometimes the streamer shuttles back and forth. It is a scene where the world is about to be wiped out.

The mortals on the hill below were immediately unlucky.

Many soldiers were swept away by the hurricane, and they didn't know if they died. Those 'nobles' were even protected by the guards around them, and fled down the mountain.

However, at their speed, it is impossible to go there.

Whether you can escape for your life depends entirely on luck!

"Shua!"

In the sword light, a phantom suddenly appeared.

Holding a long knife, Mo Qiu dashed for several miles. With just a light slash of the black knife in his palm, he tore a gap in the sword against the trend.

The opponent's offensive was really good, but in order to intercept Tianchi's saber technique, it was too scattered, and he broke through it as soon as he charged, and went straight to the front.

"snort!"

The old man's eyes narrowed, he hummed softly again, and with a shake of his hand, a pink mirror appeared out of thin air like the mirror used by his daughter to apply rouge.

The mirror hangs high in the sky, and a smear of spiritual light falls downwards, so fast that even Mo Qiu's mad rush can't dodge it.

"Shua!"

Lingbao Static Mirror.

Moqiu's body froze, only to feel that his physical body was tightly bound like thousands of chains, his mana was suppressed like mountains, and his soul was even more tightly bound.

It is extremely difficult to even turn your thoughts.

"die!"

The old man bent his fingers, and there was a flash of inspiration.

Death finger!

This is the supernatural power inherited by the Sanhua School. It is said that its origin can be traced back to some kind of ancient existence, pointing out that the destruction of all things is the art of killing.

At first, the aura was only vertical, but in an instant it was the size of a bowl, and then it was nearly ten feet in diameter, and finally covered Mo Qiu completely.

In order to display this supernatural power, the old man even withdrew most of the flying sword's power, and let Tian Chi's sword slash close without hesitation.

As long as you can solve the problem and complete the task assigned by the master, what is it that you suffer some injuries?

not to mention……

He sneered and hummed disdainfully.

"Brother Mo!"

Tianchi roared angrily, but his heart felt cold.

Although he has the method of refining swords into silk, he also possesses powerful magic weapons and sword art, and is praised as an existence comparable to the late stage of Jindan.

But compared with the real Jindan late-stage monks, they are far behind.

Especially for the existences like Baoshan and Heijian with profound background, if they don't have helpers, they don't even have the chance to hurt each other.

Do not seek death now.

that myself,

I'm afraid it's hard to escape!

With a second thought in his mind, Tian Chi growled suddenly, and the blade glowed accordingly, urging the power of the golden core with all his strength to make the Wuji sword explode forward.

Suddenly, a chill came to my heart.

This chill was like an ice pick, piercing the tailbone straight up, rushing up to the back of the head, causing him to shudder violently, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

"boom!"

ahead.

Steep with flames.

In the aura of the Death Finger, a phantom about ten feet high and wrapped in flames rose out, and a violent aura swept across one side.

Nether magic body!

On the basis of the Nether Fire God Body, the final form of the Nether Magic Body is formed by blessing the Ten Limits and the Five Sacred Sacred Prison Real Body.

finally appeared.

Mo Qiu, who revealed his dharma body, has not become too tall, only Zhang Xulai is tall.

He was wearing black light armor, holding an unknown knife, his skin was as red as fire, his eyes were blue as ghosts, and his aura was as strong as a volcano erupting.

The surrounding air seems to be boiling.

"Roar!"

With the explosive power in his body, Mo Qiu couldn't help but roar up to the sky, and a burst of flames shot out from his mouth, and rushed straight for thousands of feet without resting.

This moment.

Don't ask for the illusion that you can blow up the void with a random punch.

The extreme power even caused his soul to change, and everything in front of him seemed to have a different vision.

Some, similar to the big Luo Fayan.

But it's obviously a weakened version.

This also made him aware of a sneaky figure appearing behind Tian Chi, stabbing Tian Chi's back heart with a dagger in his hand.

Shenhou!

He even quietly followed, and planned to take the opportunity to assassinate Tian Chi.

He is from the ancestor of Sanhua?

for a moment.

Mo Qiu has already woken up.

No wonder Hei Jian was able to find him, probably because this person has been tipping off the news.

Even earlier, the method that was planted on him should have been done by him.

Stealing mystery Shenhou.

Besides him, who else could secretly plot tricks on him?

Suddenly, Mo Qiu's movements were not slow, he put the old man aside for the time being, took a step, and suddenly appeared behind Tian Chi.

A few miles away, but a moment.

When the long knife was lifted, the light of the knife slanted across.

"puff!"

"ah!"

There was a scream.

Shenhou is worthy of being someone who dared to steal the golden alchemy master in the realm of Taoism. Even if Moqiu's strength increased by nearly ten times, he escaped the fatal blow.

When he sensed the danger, his body suddenly turned into nothingness, and he retreated towards the rear at a speed that was hard to detect.

But one arm was also left behind.

And after being burned by many spiritual fires, it is almost impossible for his arm to grow back.

"Half breath!"

Moqiu's thoughts turned, and the flames on his body rose, as if spreading wings, the flames rolled loudly, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the old man Heijian.

The light of the knife is like a barrier, covering an area of ​​more than ten feet, and everything inside is full of murderous intentions.

Ten directions kill!

This way of killing is the condensing of many killing methods that Mo Qiu has learned. Once it is used, there will be no retreat, only killing.

The human heart is only dangerous, the Dao heart is weak, and the essence is only one...

kill!

Nothing but killing!

If the murderous aura sweeping over one side had any substance, even the old man at the late Jindan stage couldn't help but froze, and a little panic appeared in his eyes.

But after all, his cultivation base is profound, and he regained consciousness in an instant, and the round mirror above his head bloomed with spiritual light, instantly freezing the surrounding area several feet away.

One breath!

Don't beg to be unmoved, only the sword is pointed forward.

At this moment, his three souls and seven souls are more and more manifested from the original womb, and they are in harmony with the physical body, and he has the ability to pull mountains and fill seas with every move.

Coupled with the superposition of secret methods, even if it is a heavy treasure of the Sanhua School, it only lasts for a while before it shatters and turns into a colorful aura.

Two breaths!

One breath is enough for Jindan Grandmaster.

The old man's face was gloomy, his cassock fluttered rapidly, his black dagger swirled around to protect his body, and eighteen sword lights like silk surrounded him.

Refining swords into silk!

He would?

However, compared to methods such as refining swords into silk, masters in the later stage of Jindan are even rarer.

Don't ask for the same complexion, just hold the knife and cut out.

The tip of the knife pointed directly at the ground several feet in front of him, and the infinite flames and terrifying power erupted loudly in front of the tip of the knife through the long black knife.

"boom!"

The world trembled.

Void also seems to have twists and turns.

The black knife in his hand couldn't bear the force, and it shattered.

As for the place where the old man was, invisible ripples swept across gently, and the flying sword, cassock, body, and even the golden elixir were all annihilated.

"boom!"

The spiritual light exploded and shot straight into the sky.

Three breaths!

As soon as Mo Qiu relaxed his body, a sense of powerlessness came to his mind, as if even moving a finger became extremely difficult.

"careful!"

Behind him, there was a sudden message from Tian Chi, and at the same time, a warning sign came from Da Luo Fayan, and the center of his eyebrows was beating wildly, almost breaking out of his body.

"die!"

The dim light flickered, but Shen Houfu reappeared.

He is worthy of the name of Stealing Mysteries. Although his strength is not strong, his timing is just right. When he sensed that Mo Qiu's aura dropped sharply, he chose to strike again without hesitation, and he didn't even care about suppressing the burning spiritual fire on his body.

No one can be underestimated as a Golden Core Grandmaster!

Mo Qiu's heart sank.

At this time, there is no way for him to escape!

As his thoughts turned, he gritted his teeth suddenly, waved his big hand, sacrificed the Thunder Cloud Mirror, and flicked it backwards, directly detonating the two golden pills inside behind his back.

"boom!"

The aura emerged again.