Enter the Immortal Cultivation

At this last moment, Qingxie Zong had no intention of forcing the enemy to retreat, and was determined to kill Lingshen.

The two strong men in Qiu Ling were about to die together.

In a hurry, Kong Yuanzun rushed out, barely swayed Qingxie Zong's attack, hooked Lingshen with his lower abdomen claws and retreated quickly. But as a price, his only remaining main claw was also broken, and flew out like this.

Under the situation where the immortal power seriously interfered with the spell, the mainstream of Qiu Ling monks was close combat. And they didn't mine, relying entirely on natural weapons and a few flesh and bone magic tools. Kong Yuanzun's combat power was mostly lost at this moment, and he could no longer affect the battle situation.

But he didn't regret it. Although Lingshen's sacrifice of Fang Yezhao to injure Qingxie Zong made Chong quite ashamed, it was for the tattoo plan and Qiu Ling after all. Moreover, Fang Yezhao himself also used the method of two injuries that ended in death, and he probably wouldn't mind Lingshen's behavior. [The time was too short, so Kong Yuanzun hadn't had time to think about the various abnormalities of Fangye Zhao, so he naturally didn't know that it was the work of the spirit god]

He scolded: "Cherish your life! Qinghu Zong is not so easy to kill, if you want..."

Kong Yuanzun had only said half of his words when he saw the spirit god shaking his arm. Kong Yuanzun's entire insect was split into two, and the soul of this half-step Mahayana strongman was also destroyed by the spirit god, leaving him no chance of escaping.

The look of horror still remained on him.

Silence fell again.

The bizarreness of this play was no less than that of Qingpus and Nabulapu attacking each other just now-if what happened just now was equivalent to "Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang ignored Ying Zheng and fought in the Qin State Hall", then this scene was "Jing Ke chopped Qin Wuyang in the Qin State Hall".

But the spirit god who did this didn't seem to notice it, and roared: "Give it back to me... mine..."

Qing Xie Zong was just confused by the sky-high hatred, and now he noticed that the situation of the spirit god seemed to be a little wrong - his spiritual wisdom seemed to have some problems, and the whole insect became unreasonable, as if there was only one obsession left.

But the spirit god must not really have only one obsession left - otherwise he would not have done "tampering with other accomplices to attack Qing Xie Zong".

Among the seven pairs of chelicerae on Qing Xie Zong's lower abdomen, the two pairs closest to the top hugged each other tightly, locking the wounds on his front. He slowly lowered his body and re-positioned himself facing the spirit god.

Behind him, the King of Silence was still floating. On the surface of flesh and blood, different colors of light appeared.

This light seemed to stimulate the spirit god. The old insect roared and pounced straight at Qing Xie Zong - or the things behind Qing Xie Zong.

Qing Xie Zong realized the other party's purpose, and his back hit the back, knocking away the King of Silence and welcoming the Spirit God with his arms. This time, he grasped the field of vision and fixed the area of ​​the battle on his side to ensure that the eye handle of the first creation would not bring too much negative impact to himself.

"Boom boom boom boom boom"!

The two insects fought continuously in the air. Qing Xie Zong's intestines and stomach were almost thrown out from the wound in his abdomen. A stream of blood spurted out of the back of the Spirit God, but the old insect didn't care, and wanted to kill Qing Xie Zong and then pounce on the King of Silence.

"Impossible... I killed you... You can't... You can't beat me... I killed you... Twice..." The Spirit God repeated those words while attacking. He was already in a state of madness.

Heavy Sword·Line!

Qing Xie Zong raised his claws, as if opening up a realm, and suppressed Ling Shen with the fastest and shortest straight line, and shouted: "You killed me, and I killed you too! Come and kill me again!"

"No, I killed you twice! Twice!" Ling Shen raised his arms and bounced Qing Xie Zong away. Then, silver flames suddenly burst out from his body: "You! How! Just! Immortal!"

"Fuck!" Wang Qi was shocked: "This guy is so cruel... He actually reversed his body without saying a word and consumed the remaining immortal power in his body to fight!"

The immortal power circulates forever, even if there is only a trace, it is enough to turn a person's personality around. But this kind of thing, after all, the more complete the better.

Moreover, the general exiled immortals are just ordinary people before they ascend to immortality again. For ordinary people to shake the immortal power is no different from an ant trying to shake a tree. The method of letting the exiled immortal burn the immortal power in his body should not exist at all in theory.

Among the many exiled immortals that Wang Qi had beaten before, none of them could do this. Even the remnant of the remnant, Aluer, succeeded in self-destructing after ascending to immortality.

But this guy did something that was theoretically impossible?

——What on earth is this...

Wang Qi really couldn't think too much. The Qingxie Sect didn't seem to have such a method. He was smashed away by the spirit god, and his whole body hit the flesh wall, and his internal organs were squeezed out of the wound.

The spirit god howled and waved his claws, wanting to kill the Qingxie Sect.

At this moment, a green light cut through the air, coming from far to near in an instant.

That was... a blood arrow.

The speed was too fast. When the spirit god reacted, he could only raise his main claws to block it.

Then, the whistling and collision sounds came late.

"Boom!"

Under the explosion, the spirit god was pushed and staggered.

But that was all.

Although Wang Qi's incarnation was a little stronger than the average fusion stage, the explosion of the spirit at this moment was superior to that of the average Mahayana. At this moment, Wang Qi's Pula incarnation died of exhaustion because all the blood and magic power in his body were instantly ejected.

"Yeah! In this way, no insect will know that I have been here! The evidence is completely destroyed!"

"Everyone will only remember that at the last moment, an unknown master saved Qingxie Sect with his entire life!"

At the moment of the death of the incarnation, Wang Qi had already lost his perception of this side-he was not really that confident in ultra-long-distance perception.

However, the matter has nothing to do with him anymore.

The Son of Mist has arrived.

A large amount of "gas" emitting a faint spiritual light appeared in the sky above the venue for no reason, as if the light had formed fog.

A ray of spiritual light descended, and the spirit was suppressed instantly.

It was like an invisible big hand slapping a mosquito to death.

The exiled immortal Mahayana is just a Mahayana. In front of the Son of Mist, who is equivalent to a true immortal, it is not enough.

"Qingxie Sect!" The spirit of the Son of Mist descended. Qing Xie Zong felt as if a force appeared in front of him: "Why... are you in such a mess?"

Qing Xie Zong's expression suddenly changed: "Mist? Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come?"

"Hey, you are too ungrateful! I just saved you!" The Son of Mist said with a tone of regret: "You are too rude."

Qing Xie Zong struggled to get up and said: "There will be a big change in a while. You will only disturb me here. I tell you, you..."

"Come on! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have 'a while' at all. Think about it carefully! If I hadn't helped you suppress this monster, you would be now-oh! Oh? This monster is quite powerful!"

The Son of Mist looked at the spirit god who was resisting the suppression of the spiritual light with some excitement. He said: "What kind of monster is this? It's so powerful, much more powerful than you."

"I..." Qing Xie Zong was about to speak. At this moment, the spirit god suddenly cried out loudly: "Ahhhhhh! My... I'm coming! I'm coming! Ahhhhh!"

The silver light suddenly surged. The spiritual power laid by the Son of Mist was directly dispersed. The tyrannical pressure swept across the four directions. Except for a few masters, all the hill people present curled up and fainted with blurred consciousness.

The spirit god stood up again.

At this moment, this exiled immortal actually had the momentum of an immortal.

But, it was only for a moment.

Accompanied by the inexplicable behavior of this strong man, his vitality, along with the last trace of immortal power in his body, dissipated into the air. The brilliant light formed a stream and slowly flowed towards the King of Silence.

The body of the spirit god swallowed his last breath: "Ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming..."

Qing Xie Zong's face suddenly changed: "Leave! Mist! Leave here quickly! Did you see it? The enemy is dead! Now, go!"

The Son of Mist muttered: "Hey, I come when you call me, and I leave when you call me. I don't want face."

Just with these few words, the King of Silence suddenly had a strange change.

Qing Xie Zong felt that this thing he had been refining for a long time suddenly "partially" lost control.

No, it should be said that part of the thing was not under his control. But until just now, that force was not under the control of other consciousnesses. He just borrowed the natural reaction of those outsiders' magic tools and the spiritual power released by these stress reactions to complete the thinking part of the King of Silence.

But now...

Those "tools" filled into the King of Silence suddenly lost control.

It's like a computer, part of the hardware suddenly lost control.

If this is a precision instrument on Earth, then the King of Silence should have lost all its functions.

However, the technology tree of this world - or the "Xiandao Technology Tree" - has changed the situation in another direction.

The power that gushed out from the King of Silence suddenly turned around and engulfed the part of the power belonging to the Qingxie Sect and ran wildly.

The silk threads connected to the back of the King of Silence suddenly shone brightly. These silk threads are fibers that are still strong and tough, extracted from the meridians of immortals, and they have excellent spiritual conduction. And these silk threads are connected to the depths of the forbidden area and connected to the sleeping dead curse beasts.

That is the dead curse beast that the Qingxie Sect has spent countless insect power and material resources to accumulate.

He originally planned to use this dead curse beast to sacrifice the King of Silence, and use the feedback given to him by the King of Silence during the sacrifice to push his cultivation to a higher level.

The King of Silence continuously draws power from the dead curse beast.