I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

the next day.

Refining room.

Zhou Yi is using the Fire Control Art and is refining the magic weapon of the flying sword.

The Earth Fire Palace is famous in the East China Sea for its Earth Yuan Shield, but it also has scrolls of other magic treasures, and the Chunyang Sword is one of them.

After refining this sword, its power is normal, and it has no special supernatural powers, but it cooperates with the Pure Yang Jing, and it is extremely restrained against evil spirits and heretics.

suddenly.

The Xuanwu Divine Armor protects the body by itself, isolating wisps of strange black energy.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, then touched lightly with his fingers, and the black energy dissipated by itself after his life energy was consumed.

"I don't know if the cost of casting the spell is too high!"

...

three days.

at dusk.

Zhou Yi is comprehending the thunder method, and there is a sense in the dark, not far from the realm of supernatural powers.

"Brother Jiang spent ten years with supernatural powers, and spent five or six hundred years in poverty. Why is the gap between people so big?"

At the same time, the black energy of the spell Muran appeared, cutting off ten years of life.

...

Half a month later.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Zhou Yi took out the 500-year-old spiritual wine from the altar, sat on the top of the palace and drank it alone against the moon, looking through the 800-year-old memory.

"Lonely, lonely!"

The black energy of the spell came at the right time, interrupting Zhou Yi's emotion.

"Again!"

...

fire bamboo forest.

As the number of spell sacrifices increased, the ghost energy almost condensed into substance.

The Blood Moon Demon Lord strengthened the barriers of the formation again, so as not to be exposed just now, seeing the ghosts and gods who laughed strangely after devouring Shouyuan, raging anger ignited in their eyes.

"Thirty days, a full thirty days!"

"Hui Hui casts the spell successfully, cutting off a full three hundred lifespan, so why is Tang Xuan still alive?"

Huo Yan, who was suppressed by the mighty demon power, fell to the ground. Seeing that the Blood Moon Demon Lord was about to explode, he might be the first to kill himself, so he turned his mind to find a way out.

"Senior, then Tang Xuan is definitely a true monarch, and he has condensed the golden core not long ago, maybe he is not a hundred years old?"

"Under a hundred years old!"

The Blood Moon Demon Monarch's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in amazement: "This guy is less than a hundred years old and has condensed the golden core. He can be called a peerless genius who has been cultivating immortals for thousands of years. Since he is practicing the righteous way, he must not stay!"

Huo Yan nodded again and again: "Once he grows up, it will definitely be a serious problem for the devil's confidant."

"Tianjiao, be punished!"

Blood Moon Demon Sovereign squeezed the formula with his hands, and wisps of vitality were drawn from his body, offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods to cast spells.

Huo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, the cold murderous intent dissipated, knowing that he had escaped death.

...

Another ten days passed.

The Blood Moon Demon Monarch caressed his shawl-length hair, and it took just over a month from black to gray.

He was over 300 years old when he came to Donghai, and it took more than 30 years to curse Feng Yang to death, and now he has spent another 400 years.

"Why isn't Tang Xuan dead yet?"

"Master Mojun, you don't know something."

Huo Yan had already thought of the reason: "Then Tang Xuan is proficient in the four arts of cultivating immortals, among which alchemy is the most important, so he must have refined and taken the life-prolonging elixir."

"He is good at alchemy, so he is a disciple of alchemy?"

The Blood Moon Demon Lord hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "Dan Dingzong already has Xuan Xiao, there must be no more Tang Xuan, even if the poor Taoist dies, it will not be in vain to drag a generation of Tianjiao to die!"

"The Demon Monarch is extraordinary!"

Huo Yan applauded repeatedly, but his eyes were full of pity and sarcasm.

The onlookers could tell that the Blood Moon Demon Lord was like a red-eyed gambler at this time, and his mind had been confused.

...

A few more days passed.

Blood Moon Demon Lord was dying, his ghost body had turned translucent, and his head was full of illusory white hair fluttering in the wind.

Continuing to take a lot of elixir to condense the ghost body, the Xuanyin Orb stabilized the spirit, and waved away the altar of ghosts and gods.

"I'm going to report back to the sect. There is something wrong with the Earth Fire Palace in the East China Sea. Please ask the ancestor in the sect to help. No matter how proficient and talented the Jindan Zhenjun is, the ancestor can be crushed to death with one hand!"

Huo Yan worried: "With your current state, it is difficult to hide your breath, maybe you are not the opponent of Tang Xuan?"

"Ho ho ho... My spell has failed inexplicably, I don't intend to cover up my breath anymore, just to find a place from the escape method!"

The Blood Moon Demon Monarch gasped violently, exhaled a few breaths of ghostly air, and said: "My seat and the Xuanyin Orb are practicing life and death, the ghost body can be possessed by the magic weapon, and the speed of escape is rare in the world, so what if Tang Xuan is aware of it?"

"The devil's magic is unparalleled!"

Huo Yan showed joy, and when the Blood Moon Demon Lord led Tang Xuan away, he could leave safely.

After half an hour.

The formation restraint in the bamboo forest disappeared, ghost energy rose into the sky like a wolf smoke, and a jet of black light flew towards Jiuzhou.

"Tang Xuan, my seat will come back again!"

The speed of the light escape was extremely fast, and it disappeared from sight in an instant, leaving only a black line across the sky, which was obviously arrogant and provocative.

The voice did not fall.

A three-color escape light rose from the Spirit Fire Palace, and followed the trail to kill them, several times faster than the Blood Moon Demon Lord.

"Ah! How dare he burn his life essence?"

Blood Moon Demon Monarch's complexion changed drastically, remorse and despair arose in his heart, he knew that he should save more lifespan in this way.

In desperation, madness flashed in the eyes of the Blood Moon Demon Lord, and he turned around brazenly when the light behind him approached, and used the secret art of fighting to decide life and death with one blow!

Zhou Yi's Dunguang got closer and closer, his spiritual sense swept over the Xuanyin orb, and he noticed that the Blood Moon Demon Lord was dying. Instead of killing him. Instead, he slowed down the speed of escaping light, hung in the back unhurriedly, and used thunder bombardment from the air.

Boom boom boom...

The sound of thunder continued continuously, and hundreds of thunderbolts were woven into a net, wrapping the Xuanyin orb within it.

"Damn! This guy is so cunning and treacherous!"

The Blood Moon Demon Lord looked at the figure several miles away, even if he risked his life for a blow, he could easily dodge it with the opponent's escape speed.

"This fellow ghost cultivator is from the Ghost King Sect?"

Zhou Yi asked in a loud voice: "A few days ago, the poor Daoist brother died inexplicably. Is it because the fellow Taoist cast a spell?"

"So what?"

The Blood Moon Demon Monarch threatened: "This seat has the imprint of the magic technique left by the sect. If you dare to kill me, you will wait for the Yuanying Patriarch to chase and kill me endlessly until you die!"

"Surviving with such low means, it seems that Fellow Daoists are really exhausted."

The thunder in Zhou Yi's hands kept bombarding the Xuanyin orb, and the soul of the Blood Moon Demon Lord possessed in it was on the verge of collapse.

Blood Moon Demon King's eyes flashed hostility, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of original ghost energy, and the Xuanyin Orb burst into a turbulent ghostly divine light, turning into a cloud of more than ten acres and covering Zhou Yi.

brush!

The three-color escaping light manifested, and Zhou Yi appeared dozens of miles away in an instant, and even letting the magic cloud roll in would not hurt him at all.

"I can not be reconciled!"

The Blood Moon Demon Lord was already nearing the end of his lifespan, but he lost his vitality one after another, and his ghost body collapsed on its own.

A streak of ghost energy flew out from the Xuanyin orb, touched the Xuanwu armor, and turned into a mark of a ghost face with red pupils.

"As expected of the relic of the demon saint, it can even block the tracking spell of the ancestor Yuanying."

Zhou Yi used mana to wash it several times, only to see that the imprint of the grimace quickly faded, which was far easier to eliminate than sticking to the body. With a wave of his hand, he cast the pure yang spirit fire, and burned and tempered the Xuanyin orb for a long time until there was no trace of ghost energy left.

Scanning the Xuanyin Orb with his spiritual consciousness, he saw that there were mountains of spirit stones and spiritual objects, hundreds of jade slips, and various magical artifacts and pill bottles inside.

"Evil cultivators are not necessarily bad people. If there are more Zhenjun who deliver goods to your door like this, maybe you can directly save enough resources to be promoted to Nascent Soul, so why worry about the road being unsatisfactory?"