Fantasy Realization System

Ren Li raised his hand and slashed, the peach wood sword was as hard as iron, and the hidden thunder sword that had been shot was blown away.

He smiled coldly, a mark was made on his palm, and he struck out in the direction of Leng Jian.

The teleportation talisman in front of Leng Jian burned out, and a terrifying pressure fell. He sank and knelt on one knee. The fluctuations in the surrounding space disappeared for a while.

bad!

His face changed drastically in the cold, this evil cultivator already knew how to use the power of heaven and earth to attack, and now, even if he wanted to escape, he had no chance.

"Hahaha!"

Ren Li laughed arrogantly, his sullen eyes stared at Leng Jian, "You Kunlun faction is nothing but this, the old man has now built a foundation, how can anyone do anything in this world!"

"Evil demon! You are just so arrogant when you first entered the foundation. If my master is here, you will be able to kill you in the first time!"

Leng Jian's eyes were cold and his face was gloomy, and he said lightly.

"Your master?"

Ren Li seemed to have heard something funny, and he laughed wildly. He patted the peach wood sword in his hands and said: "As far as I know, your Kunlun school is not as good as one year, and it was originally the largest school in the cultivation world. , It’s ridiculous now that you can only succumb to the back of the Xiaoyao Palace! Your master, a pseudo-dao monk, if you don’t have the resources for cultivation, the ultimate achievement is probably not even the foundation."

Leng Jian didn’t know what Ren Li said about this. He sneered under pressure and said, “It’s more than enough to kill you.”

Ren Li calmly walked to the cold room, raised his chin with a peach wood sword, and slowly said: "Qiu Lu really cultivated a good apprentice, and he is so spineless when he died!"

"If you want to kill, kill! Why nonsense!"

Lengjian was now suppressed by the mighty power of Ren Li's body, unable to move his body, and the spiritual energy in his dantian was also imprisoned by him, even if he wanted to explode himself.

"It's too cheap to kill you. You kill my ghost servant. Now, you will replace your good companion and become the second ghost servant."

Ren Li chuckled, his left hand covered with evil spirits was bent into claws, and he grabbed the Tianling Gai in the cold!

"you!"

Anger was looming in the cold eyes, and he became a ghost servant of the evil repair. It's better to let him die!

Thinking of Kong Leng being killed by himself, Leng Jian felt gloomy in his heart. There was darkness in front of him. It was extremely cruel to become a servant of others, and to become a servant of evil cultivators, the end was even more miserable.

I just hope that when the master sees himself, he can kill himself as soon as possible.

Just when Lengjian admitted his fate, a slender palm grabbed Ren Li's wrist, causing his left hand to hang over Lengjian's head, and he couldn't move it down.

"It's you!"

Ren Li's complexion changed, and the Taomu Sword slashed at the incoming person, exploding a lot of evil spirits!

"Veteran, the previous account, today is the time to settle."

A long-haired girl raised her right hand, gently pinched Ren Li's peach wood sword with her fingers, and said flatly.

How can it be?

Seeing the girl so easily took over a sword of 30% of his strength, Ren Li was shocked. He is now a foundation-building cultivator. Under one sword, a nine-layer qi-refining cultivator like Leng Jian did not dare to shake it. Why is a girl...

Before Ren Li recovered from the shock, a heartache came from his wrist. He quickly released the mahogany sword in his hand and slapped the palm of the girl holding his wrist!

The girl let go of Ren Li's left hand and gently raised her hand. The cold room on one knee was pulled far away.

"Hundred Ghosts!"

Ren Li chopped his hand to regain the peach wood sword, yelled at will, the ghost reappeared, and all rushed at the girl!

The girl pulled Leng Jian behind her, and glanced at the ghosts rushing from all around, she didn't know when she had a few extra pieces of red rune paper in her hand. Her slender fingers moved slightly, and the pieces of talisman paper were ejected out, and in the middle of the way they turned into bright red flames, wrapping the ghosts.

"what--"

The ghosts that were derived only from resentful souls let out a miserable howl. Under the burning of this red flame, they instantly lost all their fierceness and aggressiveness, and they twisted in pain.

"This is... Samadhi True Fire Talisman."

Seeing this scene in the cold, he couldn't help being surprised.

He belongs to the Shushan faction and naturally knows the depiction and manufacture of some charms. In the realm of Huaxia cultivation world, there are almost no monks who can't make all kinds of talisman.

For all eight major sect disciples, this painting amulet is one of the compulsory courses for all beginner disciples. If a monk can't draw spells, it will be laughed at in the realm of cultivation.

However, although every monk understands this spell, it is not something that ordinary monks can do if they want to achieve something in the spell.

Like his master Qiu Lu, he only knows the spells roughly. Although he can portray some spells with powerful functions, he still hasn't mastered such advanced spells as teleport amulet and true fire amulet.

For example, the teleportation talisman just now was specially made by the great elder Xu Jing of Kongtong by Qiu Lu. Xu Jing is a master of spells and has a lot of experience in making spells. Therefore, like some high-level talisman, Qiu Lu will ask Xujing to help engrave them.

Seeing the Samadhi True Fire Talisman in the girl's hand, Leng Jian couldn't help but wonder to himself, is this a disciple of the Kongtong School?

Although he has not returned to the realm of comprehension for several years, he still has an impression of the elite disciples of the eight sects.

This girl has an outstanding appearance and outstanding strength. If he is among the eight major sects, it is supposed to be impossible to borrow from the nameless, but why does he have no impression of this girl.

"This is for you, save some use, there are not many copies."

Leng Jian was wondering, who knew that the girl suddenly stuffed a few samadhi real fire charms in his hand, interrupting his thoughts.

Coldly reacted, and gave the girl a fist, "Thank you fellow daoist for helping!"

"It's okay, this time, I just came to settle my own cause and effect."

The young girl is not very old, but her speech is old-fashioned. She faintly glanced at Ren Li who was standing in the distance casting spells, blasted a few Li ghosts with one palm, stepped out, as if crossing the space, and appeared in front of Ren Li in a blink of an eye.

The visitor was Zhou Ming. He and Chu Xinran flew all the way and arrived in the sky above the magic city in the afternoon.

Zhou Ming's current strength is not what it used to be, and when his divine consciousness swept away, he found a lot of death energy in a certain direction of the magic capital.

Undoubtedly there was him, Zhou Ming came to this mass grave and he found Ren Li who had fought with him.

"Hundred Ghosts!"

Ren Li couldn't see through the girl's fictitiousness and reality, and the peach wood sword pointed forward, and the roaring ghosts condensed into hundreds of vicious skeletons, dancing with fangs and claws, and biting them towards Zhou Ming.

"The soul returns to the soul, the grievances will end!"

Surrounded by these ghosts, Zhou Ming didn't panic at all. He read simple syllables in his mouth, and put his hands together, forming a complicated mark.

"brush!"

A small air vortex appeared in the sky. These invisible ghosts seemed to be attracted by some kind of power. They hadn't hurt the target in front of them, but they all turned into a cloud of cloudy wind and were collected by the vortex.

"This, how is this possible?!"

Ren Li looked at the small vortex in the sky and his eyes were full of disbelief. This Hundred Ghost Array was a murderous array formed by all the evil spirits in the Mass Burial Garden, and the girl in front of him said casually. It was to destroy the hundred ghosts he had summoned. What is her origin?

Zhou Ming didn't know Ren Li's shock. He raised his eyes to look at the vortex in the sky and sighed, "You have been imprisoned long enough, so go to reincarnation."

He moved his right hand up a bit, and the vortex above it trembled and dissipated in an instant.

"Is this the Taoism of Sanqingguan?"

Standing in the cold room at the back, he could see clearly what Zhou Ming had just done. The complicated handprints and the heavy and primitive syllables reminded him of some things his master Qiu Lu told him about the realm of cultivation. The Secret of the Ancients.

Thousands of years ago, there were many talents in the cultivation world, and there were cultivation schools located in the Linghe Mountains and rivers everywhere. Among them, there is one line of cultivation that is the most desirable, and that is Sanqing Guan.

It is rumored that the Sanqing Temple was established in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. For thousands of years, the Sanqing Temple has remained hidden from the world, and no one knows the number and scale of its schools.

However, since ancient times, the realm of comprehension has had a rule. When the ascendant ascends, the ascendant must inform the world, extradite the sky, and leave the words on the ascending stone stele of Shennong Mountain.

For more than five thousand years in the Huaxia Cultivation Realm, the ascendants do not know where they are, and the Shennong Ascension Stele has long since been abandoned. But many Taoist disciples still have longing for the name on this stone tablet.

Leng Jian was fortunate enough to observe the name on the ascending stone stele in Shennong. The names engraved on it mostly belonged to the sect, and the sect with the largest number of ascending should be the Sanqing Temple.

The Sanqing Temple is hidden in the realm of cultivation, but every first year of the ascension, an ascending Taoist will appear in the Sanqing Temple.

People in the realm of cultivation do not understand the strength of Sanqingguan, but they all know that this sect is definitely not to be underestimated. Even if they have no dispute with the realm of cultivation, they are also a mysterious faction that cannot be ignored.

Many monks at the time regarded Sanqing Temple as the pinnacle of the realm of cultivation. No matter what sect was promoted or moved, they had to be compared with Sanqing Temple. After all, this mysterious sect could bring people many dreams.

The most impressive feature of the Sanqing Temple is that whenever a monk in the Sanqing Temple ascends, he will utter the ancient and heavy Sanskrit sounds.

Together with these Sanskrit sounds, the evil haze between the heavens and the earth will be absorbed by the sky in an instant, as if super-duty, giving birth to a vision of lotus smoke lingering.

And Zhou Ming's current actions are exactly the same as those of the legendary Sanqingguan Taoists. They seal in their hands and dispel countless evil things. Then, only lotus smoke will rise.

In the next moment, there were really invisible strands of green smoke on Zhou Ming's side. These green smoke surrounded him and slowly formed.

This scene made Leng Jian's eyes widened, and those blue smoke turned into pale white lotus flowers!

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