I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

In the stone room at the end of the cave, Zhao Heng raised his hand to recall the White Bone Nails and Blood Mirror, and ducked out of the range of the formation.

The two treasures were secret moves that were ambushed in advance before he entered the cave. Enough energy was poured into them and they were temporarily hidden outside the cave. Once they received his call, they immediately produced miraculous effects.

This method requires not only sufficient strength, but also the most important thing is to have strong spiritual consciousness to control treasures.

Seeing this situation, Wang Yanwu and Situ Quan in the stone room looked gloomy.

I thought their plans were perfect and meticulous, but unexpectedly they were resolved one after another by the other party.

Now Yuchi Tetsuo is taking the opportunity to escape, and I wonder if he can capture it.

"The faces of the two of you seem a little unhappy. Is the plan not going well?" Zhao Heng looked at the two of them playfully.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Situ Quan and Wang Yanwu became more and more gloomy.

Wang Yanwu looked at Zhao Heng coldly, not hiding the killing intent in his eyes.

"Although our plan didn't go well, you couldn't escape, right?"

Zhao Heng smiled calmly, "Who told you that I was going to escape?"

"Um……?"

Hearing this, Wang Yanwu and Situ Quan both looked surprised.

The moment the formation was broken, the other party did have a chance to escape together, but he did not do so, and the two of them were also confused.

Then Zhao Heng's tone became slightly colder, "It's a rare opportunity to be alone, so I still want to try to send you two away, so that I can feel more at ease."

Whether it was Situ Quan who had secretly plotted to put him to death before, or Wang Yanwu, who coveted his senior sister and was despicable and insidious, they were all on Zhao Heng's must-kill list.

Now that the two of them are together, Zhao Heng feels that it is necessary to take a risk to avoid future troubles.

Zhao Heng's words also made the two of them slightly stunned. They looked at each other in astonishment, and then their eyes became vicious at the same time.

"Hmph, you alone want to kill us, you're just talking nonsense!" Situ Quan said with a cold snort.

The sword in Wang Yanwu's hand lit up with golden light, a strong wind swept through, and the sword energy filled the stone room.

"There is no need to talk nonsense with him. Fight quickly and kill this kid as soon as possible. Don't delay the plan."

Situ Quan said disdainfully: "Fellow Daoist Wang, I am enough to deal with this kid, you can just watch the battle!"

After saying that, Situ Quan raised his hand, and the storage ring in his hand flashed with light.

Three tall figures with cyan flames lingering, their auras blazing, and a strong bloody aura appeared.

It was the three blood evil spirit guards that Situ Quan was proud of.

When the two major branches fought, Situ Quan was defeated miserably, along with the three Blood Fiend Spirit Guards. For some unknown reason, the core energy of the Green Flame Spirit Fire was seriously lost, and his combat power dropped sharply.

Situ Quan spent time and painstakingly practiced for a long time before the three blood evil spirit guards regained their fighting strength and were even a little stronger than before.

As for Ren Woxing's combat power, he has also observed that although it is comparable to the Dzogchen Realm masters, his skills are not strong and he is one of the weaker ones among the strong men at this level.

He is confident that with his own strength and the cooperation of the three Blood Fiend Spirit Guards, although he cannot defeat Yuchi Tienan, he is more than enough to deal with Ren Woxing.

The next moment, Situ Quan held out the magic bell, which shook for a while.

“Dingle bell…!”

The eyes of the three blood evil spirit guards suddenly swelled with blood,

"Kill him!"

At the command, the three Blood Fiend Spirit Guards roared, and the blue flame spirit fire swelled around them, turning into three afterimages, attacking Zhao Heng from different directions.

Facing the three fierce Blood Fiend Spirit Guards, Zhao Heng stood on the spot without making any movement. Three figures still rushed towards him, and three pairs of sharp claws condensed with blazing energy clawed hard at him.

"Bang...!"

Three muffled sounds broke out at the same time, and Zhao Heng's figure was shaken and shook violently.

Seeing this, Situ Quan's eyes suddenly lit up and he said that he succeeded with one blow.

But the next moment, his expression changed.

Because the moment the blood evil spirit guard's sharp claws touched Zhao Heng's body, Zhao Heng's body just swayed and stabilized again.

However, the three Blood Fiend Spirit Guards were as if they were electrocuted. Their legs stood stiffly and their whole bodies were trembling. The blazing green flames of the spirit fire on their bodies quickly withered and disappeared, and their aura plummeted like a deflated rubber ball.

"What!"

When Situ Quan saw this, his pupils shrank and his expression changed drastically, but it was already too late.

In less than ten breaths, the flames on the bodies of the three Blood Fiend Spirit Guards have been extinguished, and there is no energy fluctuation of the green flame spirit fire on their bodies.

Without the bonus of this fire, the blood evil spirit guard seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and its body was limp. It could only keep roaring and stabbing Zhao Heng with its claws, but it could not even break his skin. open.

Zhao Heng just flicked it casually.

"Bang bang bang...!"

The three Blood Fiend Spirit Guards were swept away. Their stiff corpses without energy blessing were severely deformed and fell to the ground unable to get up.

After doing all this, Zhao Heng looked at Situ Quan with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Situ, do you just want to defeat me with this little trick?"

Zhao Heng possesses mysterious bronze fragments that can absorb high-quality fire energy, and the more flames he absorbs, the stronger this ability becomes.

At the beginning, Zhao Heng absorbed a large amount of pagoda fire from Murong Nishang, allowing the bronze fragments to be nourished again.

Now, in turn, absorbing the Qingyan Spiritual Fire is simply relaxing and enjoyable.

It's just that this kind of flame no longer has much effect on the cultivation of Burning Heaven's Ten Thousand Tribulations Body, and is better than nothing.

"you……"

Seeing that Zhao Heng had so easily eliminated the three Blood Fiend Spirit Guards, Situ Quan was so shocked that his eyes widened in disbelief.

Wang Yanwu on the side lost his patience.

"Your heresy is useless, let me do it!"

"Shua...!"

Before Wang Yanwu could finish his words, a sword light flew straight towards Zhao Heng as fast as a flying dragon.

Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed, and the sword appeared in his hand, cutting out the blood-red sword light, and faced him head-on.

"boom……!"

The two exchanged blows. Wang Yanwu did not retreat even half a step, but Zhao Heng bowed and slid backwards more than ten feet away.

"Haha...is this what you call your strength to defeat us?" Wang Yanwu snorted, his tone contemptuous and full of ridicule.

Zhao Heng slowly raised his head, straightened his back, and looked directly at Wang Yanwu.

That calm look in his eyes shocked Wang Yanwu. He felt like he had seen this look somewhere before, but he had no memory of it.

Before he could think about it, those calm eyes were covered by the flames of war, and Ren Woxing's voice was cold and confident.

"You are also very confident. Let me see how strong the number one young person in the Hunyuan Sword Sect is!"

After the words fell, Zhao Heng's dantian cyclone was running at full speed, and at the same time, three Qi Yuan balls were running at full speed.

"Boom boom boom...!"

A thunderous roar came from Zhao Heng's body, like an engine running at full speed. His robes were billowing, the wind was howling, and his aura suddenly surged at this moment!

"Come!"

With a low cry, Zhao Heng crushed the ground with his feet, his figure was like thunder, and the sword in his hand cut through the void, emitting a roar like a tiger's roar.

"roar……!"

"Um……!"

Feeling the change in Zhao Heng's aura, Wang Yanwu's pupils shrank slightly, but he was also fearless.

Sharp sword aura bursts out from the whole body, and the natal sword blooms with golden light. One person and one sword are like a startling dragon coming out of the sea, facing the attack.

"hold head high……!"

In an instant, two streams of light met.

Following a daylight-like light spot, a loud noise that shook the mountains erupted, mixed with the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.

The next moment, at the center of the explosion, two figures flew away at the same time.

In just a moment, one sword after another burst out with blood and golden light, piercing the void again and striking.

"Boom boom boom...!"

In an instant, there was a dense explosion in the entire stone chamber, the cave was shaking, and sand and stones were rolling.

"Blood Shadow Soul-Severing Slash, the first soul-severing style!"

"Hunyuan Demon-Suppressing Sword, destroy evil!"

The sword cultivator moves forward unstoppably.

The sword cannot be bent even if it is repaired, but I am the only one who is supreme.

The two men clashed wildly with swords against each other, and exchanged hundreds of moves. The fighting spirit of the two soared to the extreme, and the blade and sword light also accumulated to their peak.

Zhao Heng suddenly drew his sword across the sword, making two fingers together and dyeing the blade red with his own blood.

Where blood is stained, red light reaches the sky!

"The third style of the Blood Shadow Soul-Severing Slash - Dongyou!"

In an instant, Zhao Heng stabbed out his sword like a sword, and a ring of blood light rippled in the void, distorting the void.

Only that little bit of cold light, like a shooting star, burst out with endless killing intent.

Feeling the terrifying power of Zhao Heng's sword, Wang Yanwu's eyes finally showed solemnity.

The sword light in his hand immediately brightened, and an illusory dragon shadow surrounded the sword body. At the same time, the golden sword shadow between his eyebrows also lit up.

"Hunyuan enchanted sword, slay demons!"

When the sword light suddenly appeared, one person and one sword suddenly became illusory, as if they merged into the void and disappeared.

The next moment, it suddenly appeared in the void dozens of feet away, transforming into a five-clawed golden dragon, suppressing the power of the sky, and colliding with the bloody meteor.

In an instant, the entire Diyuan Cave House shook violently.

The cave seemed to be collapsing. A loud noise spread from deep underground and spread in all directions. The earth cracked and air waves erupted.

"Rumble...!"

After a while.

In the stone chamber deep in the cave, Wang Yanwu's feet were on the air, floating above the altar. He was wearing a gold silk feather robe fluttering in the wind, and his handsome, jade-like cheeks were not stained by dust, as if he was an immortal.

However, at this moment, the right hand of this young man with an extraordinary temperament, holding the sword, had cracks on the palm and back of his hand, and blood overflowed and dripped down the sword.

Wang Yanwu lowered his head and looked at his palm, frowning slightly. The innate energy in his body surged, and the wound healed quickly, returning to normal.

He raised his head and looked across. At the end of the stone room, the stone wall was cracked like a spider web, with a large pit in the center.

"Crash...!"

As the gravel rolled down, a figure floated out of the pothole.

Zhao Heng was holding a sword in his hand, his clothes were stained with dust, and there were criss-cross sword wounds on his chest, dripping with blood, and he looked much more embarrassed than Wang Yanwu.

The two had just struck with all their strength, but he was injured by Wang Yanwu's sword due to lack of skill.

At this moment, the strength of the two seemed to have been distinguished, but Wang Yanwu's brows were furrowed tightly.

Although he had the upper hand in the battle, he even had a trump card yet to be revealed.

However, the astonishing combat power displayed by the opponent still made it difficult for this young and top-notch warrior who stood proudly to be righteous to calm down.

The opponent is just a warrior in the late stage of Ascending Heaven Realm, but he can have such terrifying combat power. The opponent's talent is probably even greater than his own.

Thinking of this, the murderous intention in Wang Yanwu's heart surged uncontrollably.

His eyes glanced at Situ Quan, who was not far away and was stunned slightly by the fight between the two.

"What are you doing standing still? Let's take action together and kill this person quickly!"

After saying that, Wang Yanwu turned into a golden light again and charged towards Zhao Heng with his sword energy.

Seeing this, Situ Quan did not dare to neglect, stepped on a bloody flywheel, and the black golden awl in his hand flashed with black light, sweeping the black light and sweeping towards Zhao Heng.

At this moment, Zhao Heng's heart throbbed. The familiar energy of Zijin's blood and the innate energy in his body poured into his chest, dispelling the remaining sword energy and quickly repairing the chest injury.

At this time, facing the two men's attack, he once again fought with a knife.

But the battle just now has proved that under normal circumstances, his combat power is not as good as Wang Yanwu.

Facing two attacks at the same time, Zhao Heng's situation was naturally more dangerous. After only a dozen rounds of fighting, he was forced into danger.

However, Zhao Heng relied on his powerful spiritual consciousness to secretly use the secret skills of ghost thorns and spiritual pupil to interfere with the two of them and barely managed to survive.

But even so, he was still at an absolute disadvantage and was forced to retreat steadily. There were ferocious sword marks on his body and his aura was weakening.

Seeing this, Situ Quan looked excited and happy.

"Hehe... Boy, didn't you make wild claims and want to kill me and fellow Daoist Wang? Aren't you against my Blood Refining Sect and my master's enemy in every possible way?

Why are you like a bereaved dog now, with no strength to resist anymore? You should take action and use all your cards! "

Situ Quan said with a cruel smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so comfortably. After I kill you, I will refine your body into a corpse.

I will take away your soul and ask the guys from the Ghost King Sect to refine your soul into a ghost. I want you to become my slave and let me drive and torture you, so that you will have no peace even if you die.

Hahaha……! "

Situ Quan laughed happily.

"Hey, do you know you laugh so cheaply?"

Zhao Heng, who was being covered by the two men's offensive and had almost no power to fight back, and whose clothes were stained with blood, suddenly spoke, with a deep voice filled with a kind of madness that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Um……?"

Situ Quan and Wang Yanwu focused their gazes at the same time. In the dense area where the swords were intertwined, they saw a pair of cold pupils that gradually turned silver...