I am cultivating immortality in the chaotic world

"This is it, Brother Yang."

"Um."

The pale-faced Chen Yuan nodded, his fingertips trembling slightly. The fourth-level golden elixir vengeful spirit that had been lying on him instantly turned into a substance like a runaway tiger in the blink of an eye, roaring and rushing into the swamp. In the poisonous fog.

"call"

The moment the fourth-level golden elixir spirit left him, Chen Yuan's complexion became visibly flushed. His mental state suddenly improved a lot, and his body no longer exuded the cold air that turned into a real substance.

"Grandma's"

He looked at the disappearing figure of the resentful spirit and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

This green entry "Wraith Spirit Summoning" is really powerful. He relied on this Wraith Spirit to survive many crises, but the price was really high. He was a little scared when he thought about how he was almost eaten by a Wraith Spirit just now.

I'm feeling better now.

Although his face was still a little ugly, that was because there were nearly 10,000 demonic monks’ resentful spirits pressing down on him. He originally felt quite uncomfortable, but after experiencing the intensity of the golden elixir’s resentful spirits, he found that these nearly 10,000 demonic monks were The resentful spirit didn't feel much uncomfortable.

That's okay.

There is no harm without comparison.

When he attacked and killed the Barefoot Immortal in Wentianfang City just now, he did not use the nearly 10,000 resentful spirits. The main reason was that the movement of the resentful spirits was too great. The soaring resentment could alert the Barefoot Immortal almost instantly.

Only the self-destructing entry, an instant killing move, can catch the barefoot immortal in his dazed moment and deliver a fatal blow!

Even after becoming a wraith, his combat power will be slightly reduced. After all, he has no independent consciousness and relies entirely on instinctive attacks. The poison cut off his consciousness. His consciousness can't be separated from the body so far, and he can't remotely control it. Control.

He just gave him a simple order to kill all the creatures in the swamp.

The rest is left to its instinct.

After all, even if it is a vengeful spirit at the fourth level of the golden elixir, there should be no problem in crushing a poisonous cultivator at the first level of the golden elixir.

However, after a few seconds——

Suddenly, countless extremely noisy roars and curses came from the swamp.

Countless spells exploded inside the swamp, blasting a lot of black mist into the gap. It was obvious that there seemed to be a lot of people inside the swamp.

"That's not good."

The scholar looked a little unattractive and murmured: "Although I haven't seen anyone, the accent of these words is very similar to that of the "Ten Thousand Poison Sect", a sect where all poison cultivators from the sect leader to the outer disciples look like they are After discussing with "Old Poison Thunder Ghost", many disciples were sent here to practice. "

"As far as I know, this sect often sends its disciples to various poisonous places in Daxia for training."

"Although he is not a demon cultivator, his behavior is no different from that of a demon cultivator."

"This sect is ranked 78th on the "Daxia Sect Ranking". The Supreme Elder is a veteran poison cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir. He is a serious poison cultivator in the Eight Classics. From entries to spells, they are all poison cultivators. Related and self-contained, it is different from the casual cultivators like the Barefoot Immortal who have no self-contained system. "

"Of course, since we are experienced ancestors, we will definitely not come here. However, if a certain disciple is released to escape and remember our appearance, then I am afraid that we will face some revenge from the Supreme Elder in the future."

"It's not a big problem."

Chen Yuan shook his head: "If we kill them all, no one will send a message. Let's stay away. Even if they use the message to send a message back, we don't know who killed them."

"Use your flying sword to hover around the swamp. If anyone escapes from the swamp, kill them."

Say it.

The nearly 10,000 vengeful spirits of demonic monks outside his body all turned into substance, wrapping a few people in it like a huge army. Then they all roared like ghosts coming from the depths of the underworld, and rushed in like a madman. In the poisonous swamp.

Poisonous fog?

This thing has no effect on resentful spirits. Wraith spirits don't even have bodies. Whose body are you corroding?

"ah?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with an ugly face and said: "Brother Yang, Fufeng City's style of play can no longer be replicated. My current aura does not allow me to do something like Fufeng City's style in this environment. style of play.”

"I can't make the Lingbao as big or small as I want, and I can't fly the sword to carry people."

"And my flying sword is currently at the end of the crossbow period and cannot be used to defend against enemies. Only tofu-like existences like ordinary golden elixirs can penetrate it. Otherwise, even the protective aura of a foundation-building monk can break my flying sword. ”

"Need not."

Chen Yuan shook his head and said with a calm expression: "You sword cultivators are so stupid, can't you think of something else?"

"The flying sword is so fast, which is an advantage in itself. Why do you have to use the sword to defend the enemy?"

"Later, I will fill your flying sword with talismans. Then, after you find the enemy's target, directly control the flying sword to fly above its head, turn the sword over, and release the aura that controls the talismans on the sword. This It shouldn’t consume much spiritual energy, right?”

"Can't you still defend yourself against the enemy?"

"Flying swords don't have to hit people to defend against enemies."

"."

The scholar remained expressionless for a long time before he said hoarsely: "Since ancient times, I have never heard of a swordsman fighting like this. It feels weird."

"And it's such a waste of talismans."

"Waste nothing."

Without saying a word, Chen Hong sent all the remaining dozens of foundation-building low-grade "thunder-drawing talismans" to the scholar: "Let's clean up the inventory. These talismans that only have a full-strength strike on the first level of foundation-building are no longer needed."

"What's more, as long as you don't let go of anyone who goes back to report the news, it's just a few talismans. It's worth it."

"When we have more spirit stones in the future, I will buy you some golden elixir talismans, so that you can stick them on the sword and throw them for fun."

"Take them."

"."

The scholar lowered his head and took the stack of talismans. He was in a trance and didn't speak. He always felt that his sword cultivation path seemed to be gradually going astray, although such a method seemed to be quite suitable for him now.

"So many disciples."

Chen Yu looked at the new resentful spirits that gradually appeared behind him. For every disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who died in the swamp, he had a new resentful spirit. So far, there are more than 80 of them.

What a joke.

The demon cultivators were almost invincible at the same level. Although their combat power decreased slightly after they turned into resentful spirits, they could not withstand the large number. Such a large group of foundation-building resentful spirits rushed into the poisonous fog swamp and swept across the way almost like a crushing.

Finally-

After a few incense sticks, there was no more fighting in the swamp.

Only one golden elixir shot out from the poisonous fog of the swamp and was ready to escape from here. The fingertips of the scholar who had been waiting for it trembled slightly, and the green sword in his sleeve shot out instantly. After a few breaths, the tip of the sword pierced the golden elixir and returned again.

"What a good partner."

Chen Yu looked at the three-foot green sword floating in the air in front of him with a satisfied expression. The tip of the sword pierced a golden elixir. He couldn't help but sighed that if there was no scholar, even if he could kill the golden elixir cultivator, he would not be able to intercept the golden elixir, which was a great tonic.

How could he dare to promise the scholar 3,000 spiritual stones when he didn't have a single spiritual stone at the beginning.

Now it seems that the decision at that time was really correct.