I Live Forever With My Proficiency

Chapter 189 Death

"Be careful, Fellow Chen Daoist. These two monks may have taken the magic pill and temporarily improved their cultivation at the expense of their own bodies." Ji Yan felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Hearing this, Chen Ping tightened his body.

I know that trouble is not simple.

He can no longer use the Qingmang Sword.

The current spiritual power reserve is only enough for him to use the Green Sword four times at most.

It has been used three times so far, and more than half of its spiritual power has been consumed.

If you continue to use it, your defensive skills will no longer be maintained.

This was also thanks to his leather refining skills, which increased his spiritual power reserve by 10-20%.

Otherwise it is more passive now.

Chen Ping quickly took a Heqi Pill, and swallowed a Divine Pill and a Miasma Pill at the same time.

Fight again.

Because the Demonic Cultivator Foundation Building has already attacked.

"Hey Hey!"

Blood and tears oozed from the corners of a demon cultivator's eyes, and he let out a sinister smile under a ferocious expression.

"I sacrifice my blood to the way of heaven and attract the spirit of the abyss."

"break!"

With a violent roar from the demon cultivator.

The black energy escaping from his body suddenly transformed into countless sky bats, and the black mass shot towards Chen Ping and Ji Yan like arrows.

At the same time, a sharp cry was made.

In the place that was ravaged, the monks in the Qi Refining stage screamed in agony regardless of friend or foe. When the Sky Bats were overthrown, only bones were left.

Countless monks looked horrified.

Chen Ping retreated violently, firing out one full-level "Tiangang Thunder" after another. Lightning beams fell from the sky, lighting up the dark sky.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sky bat that was hit instantly turned into powder.

After the Tiangang Thunder, Chen Ping immediately cast the "Dragon Fire Technique", but this time he did not summon a "Fire Dragon", but instead cast a large area of ​​"Fire Rain".

The rain of fire does not cause much damage to the monks, but fire spells naturally restrain these evil things.

The screams of the sky bats suddenly echoed.

Through the darkness of the sky bats, Chen Ping seemed to see a familiar figure among the crowd of demon cultivators. This shocked Chen Ping. He was so familiar with that figure. They had been together for many years, and it was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it. But it was fleeting and disappeared.

Chen Ping wanted to find out, but it was too late.

at the same time.

The demon cultivator didn't get a single blow and didn't retreat. He changed his spell and fought Chen Ping again.

"biu! biu! biu!"

"..."

As the battle continued, Chen Ping felt completely numb, as if he had lost his autonomy.

The battle has no end in sight.

Looking around, there are fighting scenes everywhere.

But I couldn't see where the other Foundation Building comrades had gone, and the battlefield was very large. You can only hear the roar from the Foundation Building battle from time to time.

Among the monks in the Qi Refining period, there were originally far more monks in Yunzhong City than demonic cultivators.

But Mo Xiu was fighting at home and had set up traps in advance. Moreover, there are many Demonic Cultivators with Foundation Buildings. Once they are free to deal with the Qi Refining monks, it will be a dimensionality reduction attack, killing several at a time.

At this moment, Yunzhong City was showing signs of collapse.

‘No more fighting. ’

‘Saving one’s life is the most important thing. ’

"Fellow Daoist Ji, lead the Yunzhong City disciples to retreat down. If you want to fight, we must fight at the foot of the mountain. The casualties here are too heavy." Chen Ping yelled.

There are too many obstacles here.

Totally unnecessary.

Ji Yan hesitated for a moment and said:

"good."

Fight and retreat.

Ji Yan began to lead Fellow Daoist to retreat.

Chen Ping stepped down through the air and saw that Yun Lingshan was in a bad situation, so he easily dealt with the demon cultivator. With one hand, he held Yun Lingshan's collar and swept it downwards.

But just after walking a certain distance, he was blocked by a sudden rising earth wall. Chen Ping walked over with all his defenses and was unscathed. However, in this gap of time, he was once again entangled by the Demonic Cultivator Foundation Building.

We can only fight again.

Kill one, kill another.

‘It’s endless. ’

Chen Ping fought to the end with only his opponent in his eyes and no longer caring about anyone else.

"Bang, bang, shoo..."

"..."

After half a stick of incense, just when Chen Ping was planning to take care of himself, reinforcements finally arrived.

Five or six Foundation Building monks from the Lingxiao Sect quickly came from the Endless Forest to wield their swords and joined the battle.

The situation quickly turned upside down.

Chen Ping also breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Under the original situation, he could only protect himself. But if it comes to a desperate situation, he can only take care of himself and choose to save his own life.

Fortunately, reinforcements have arrived.

Half an hour later, after those several Foundation Building Late Stage demons were gone, the battle was completely over.

The devil is dead.

Escape.

The captured are captured.

Then more monks from the Lingxiao Sect arrived and began to take care of the scene.

The monks from Yunzhong City regrouped at the foot of the mountain.

After counting the number of people, we found that most of the Qi Refining monks had died, and only one of them was alive, and all of them were more or less injured.

It was only at this moment that Chen Ping realized that this demon-slaying battle was more tragic than he imagined:

Yun Wenting is dead, Tang Junyi is dead, Wu Maming is dead, Jing Hongping is dead...

Of the six Foundation Buildings, only the two Foundation Buildings with the lowest cultivation levels, namely him and Ji Yan, were still alive.

At the resting place at the foot of the mountain, wait until the mutilated bodies of Yun Wenting, Tang Junyi, and Jing Hongping were delivered by the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect.

The disciples of the Yun and Tang families couldn't believe that their ancestor had died.

The sound of mourning echoed throughout the valley.

It is not easy for these families to create a Foundation Building every time. These Foundation Buildings are the backbone of the family. The death of the Foundation Building means that the family may decline.

Yun Lingshan also cried bitterly.

As for Wu Maming, there was not even a body. His body was swallowed up by the magic cultivator on the spot and turned into dust.

"Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Chen helped me on the battlefield. Thank you very much, otherwise my corpse would be lying here right now." Ji Yan bowed his head and looked at the corpses of these comrades with lingering fear.

Keep sighing:

"Alas, I thought it would be an easy battle to slay demons, but I never thought..., alas...it would end up like this, it would end up like this."

"Yeah. It's so unexpected."

Chen Ping looked at these dead companions and felt very uncomfortable and depressed.

This battle to slay demons may not be that simple behind the scenes. It's a pity that I am just a guest and don't know anything. Even the expedition was only learned three days before departure.

‘Alas, everyone I knew and was familiar with died one by one. ’

‘Yun Wenting, Jing Hongping…even the head of the Ning Mansion did not escape this test. Not to mention so many familiar monks who died in Cloud Link City’

‘In this world, it is really not easy to cultivate immortality. ’

‘Especially being a guest (chess piece) is not easy. When these twenty years of service expire, I will never join any sect again. ’

…

Two hours later.

The monks who were slightly injured recovered to a certain extent.

As for those who are seriously injured, they cannot recover in a short time. At least, they have to do it on a monthly and yearly basis.

After discussing with Ji Yan, Chen Ping decided to return.

No one is in the mood to stay and clean up the legacy of magic cultivation on Azure Cloud Sect. However, the monks of Lingxiao Sect promised that all the belongings of the remaining demon cultivators of Azure Cloud Sect will be sorted out and sent to Yunzhong City.

This is what Cloud City deserves.

In exchange for his life.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, Fellow Daoist Ji, this battle to slay demons is extremely dangerous. Although I did as much detailed research as possible in the early stage, there are still some discrepancies with the reality. To be honest, Fellow Daoist said that the devil's cave is a The Lingxiao Sect also suffered heavy losses. After returning, I hope the two Fellow Daoists and Yun Fellow Daoist can explain more. Of course, the Lingxiao Sect will personally visit Yun Fellow Daoist afterwards to clarify the specific situation." Enter a monk on the ninth floor of the Foundation Building of the Lingxiao Sect. forward.

Chen Ping said indifferently:

"I will tell Yun Fellow Daoist the truth. I still need to trouble Fellow Daoist to help me return to the city."

There are still demon cultivators escaping outside the forest. If they return rashly, they might encounter some danger.

At least the Foundation Building Late Stage is needed to hold the line.

It happened that there were some monks from the Lingxiao Sect who were eager to return, so they drove a flying boat to tow the two flying boats from Yunzhong City back.

There were ten flying boats on the way here and two on the way back.

On the flying boat, the atmosphere was heavy.

All of them drooped their heads.

At one end of the seat, Jing Hongping's Taoist monk Lu Xiuping was silent, staring blankly at the scenery outside the boat. A corner of her robe had been torn unconsciously by her hands without her knowing it.

Chen Ping sighed softly, sat down next to Yun Lingshan, looked at her arm with scars, and said:

"Stretch out your arm and let me treat you. The treatment will feel a little strange, so please bear with it."

"Thank you, Senior Chen." Yun Lingshan's eyes were red and swollen.

"Don't be too sad. Our monks' lives are like this. It's never predictable. Life and death happen all the time. We can only look forward." Chen Ping comforted.

"Um."

"..."

(End of chapter)