Immortal Mansion Longevity

   Chapter 157 Retreat

   "Whoosh"

The child and mother's soul-chasing blade returned to the formation, suspended in front of Liu Yu, and the light blue flame of the sword was burning. With the vitality and soul of a foundation-building cultivator as fuel, it was obvious that there were traces of power. increase.

   As soon as his mind moved, the Qingyang Demonic Fire condensed into a ball the size of an egg, and he opened his mouth and entered his dantian again.

He stretched out his hand and took off the storage bag of the purple-clothed cultivator and pinned it on his waist. At this time, it was too late to check. Liu Yu, who had freed up his hand, flashed to the other side of the formation, and forced the son and mother to intercept the last foundation building. Mid-term monk's attack.

   "ding ding"

The child and mother's soul-chasing blade had a fierce confrontation with a white bone staff magic weapon. This bone staff seemed to be made of the thigh bone of some kind of monster. The surface was white and smooth, but it was extremely hard. Not a single trace was left on it.

This magic weapon is somewhat like the magic weapon used by magic cultivators, but the five major sects of the Chu state are all neutral sects, and they are not taboo, as long as they do not make large-scale blood sacrifices to mortals and slaughter low-level monks punished and hunted down.

   So it can also be used openly, and it does not need to be sneaky like on the right track.

"boom"

The white bone staff was surrounded by a faint black mist, and the spiritual light suddenly repulsed the child and mother soul-chasing blade by four or five meters. Make it have to stop for a while to wipe out these spells.

Although Liu Yu's cultivation is a small step lower than the enemy cultivator, with the help of the formation and a few qi-refining disciples, he temporarily resisted the enemy cultivator's attack, even if occasionally one or two attacks landed on the formation. It doesn't hurt either.

Yan Hongyu noticed the situation here and saw that Liu Yu had actually killed an enemy cultivator at the foundation-building stage. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She did not expect that a guy who had just been promoted to foundation-building for a few years could actually kill the same fellow. A rank monk, even if there are elements of the enemy cultivator's carelessness and the use of Yin Leizi's tricks, it also shows that this son is extraordinary.

   "Maybe he really deserves a skirt?"

   This thought flashed through Yan Hongyu's heart, and her eyes softened a little when she looked at Liu Yu, but the thought just passed by in a flash.

   A monk from a family like them has too many things to consider.

   She immediately calmed down and focused her energy on the battle with Lu Fubin's spiritual weapon. The fighting method was unpredictable and unpredictable, distracting him from his concerns was a big taboo.

  Cao Mengyu saw that the enemy's foundation-building cultivator was beheaded, and his eyes flashed at Liu Yu, but controlling the formation requires concentration, and she cannot think too much at this time.

As for the other base-building cultivators in Yuanyang Sect, seeing Liu Yu's record, their eyes have also changed a little. Originally, they still despised a new foundation-building cultivator, but now they have completely paid attention to it and placed it in the same status.

  This world, after all, is a world of immortal cultivation where great power is attributed to oneself. What kind of status a person is in, after all, depends on his strength!

   As for the many cultivators in the Qi refining period, they were even more invigorated, their morale improved a lot, and they were more agile and quick in their shots, and they did not stingy with mana.

"Ding"

   Liu Yu controlled the son and mother chasing soul blade to fight against the enemy monks again. In this confrontation, he was only slightly disadvantaged, and the magic weapon was not repelled.

   He could obviously feel that the power of the enemy cultivator's shots was not as strong as before. Of course, it was not that the opponent's strength had declined, but that he had judged that it was impossible to capture this elixir garden, and had the idea of ​​preserving his strength.

   After all, one can cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage, and there are very few people who don’t understand their brains and only know how to act recklessly. Immortal Dao Guisheng, it is the most correct to not try to find a way to preserve one’s own strength.

Of course Liu Yu wouldn't break it. Instead, he actively cooperated. The son and mother quietly took back a point of power between the shots of the Soul Chasing Blade. This caused the collision between the two magical instruments to be loud and loud on the surface, but the actual power was not there. a bit.

   The two reached a rare tacit understanding, but it was difficult for other monks to see the tricks on the surface.

   took back the magic weapon that turned into a **** bird, Lu Fubin's face was cloudy, and he looked at Liu Yu in the formation with deep malice in his eyes.

  The sneak attack on the Spirit Medicine Garden failed and he lost a fellow sect of the foundation building, which made him extremely angry, and when he returned to the camp, he still didn't know how to explain it to the family where the purple-clothed cultivator belonged.

   "This idiot!"

   cursed a few words in his heart, thinking of this, Lu Fubin couldn't help but have a headache, and he also hated Liu Yu.

The    cultivator's spiritual sense is extremely sharp. Liu Yu's congenital spiritual sense is a bit sharper than other cultivators. He is also a cultivator in the foundation-building stage. He felt a strong malice in the fight.

   Liu Yu didn't turn his head, and his consciousness glanced in the general direction, just in time to see a pair of malicious, cold and ruthless eyes.

  The mind controlled the son and mother's soul-chasing blade to confront the enemy Xiu in the middle stage of foundation building, Liu Yu was not afraid to meet Lu Fubin's gaze.

   His pupils were dark and deep, his eyes were calm and without a trace of emotion, with black robes and black hair and black eyes, he glanced at Lu Fubin coldly and then withdrew his gaze, his aura was no less than that of others.

   "Magic."

The moment they looked at each other, Lu Fubin trembled for some reason. From this young foundation-building cultivator, he felt the demonic nature of many well-known old demons. He was only self-centered, did not obey the rules, and was lawless. This kind of magic made a deep impression on him.

   Although the person in front of him is still a little young, a ray of demonic nature has already taken root in his heart, and one day it will appear in front of everyone.

   "Withdraw!"

   took a deep look at the young man who killed the purple-clothed cultivator, and remembered his appearance in his mind. Lu Fubin turned his head and spit out a word coldly, casting some kind of sound spell, and the words echoed in the ears of the cultivator on the side of Hehuanmen.

"Yes!"

The twenty or so cultivators in the Qi-refining stage took orders and took back their instruments to slowly retreat. They did not give up their attacks completely, but instead released spells one by one to attack the formation, staring closely at the Yuanyang Sect people in the formation. , to prevent the opponent from chasing out to attack.

   The few monks at the Foundation Establishment stage didn't have so many scruples. They had already made psychological preparations. At this time, they heard an order to directly withdraw their magical tools and spiritual tools, and gathered around Lu Fubin.

"Humph!"

  Lu Fubin nodded lightly at several foundation-building cultivators, made eye contact for a while, and then waved the black giant tiger, which had been transformed into a spiritual tool, and transformed into a black long stick, and turned back to him gently.

   took a deep look at the Yuanyang Sect's cultivators in the Black Water Extreme Wind Array, and Lu Fubin took the lead in driving the spirit tool and flew towards the north.

   The remaining eight foundation-building cultivators followed closely, and finally twenty or thirty qi-refining cultivators sparsely followed behind.

   "Sister Yan, do we want it?"

   Someone asked tentatively. Including the other group of three foundation-building cultivators who arrived last, the six foundation-building cultivators all looked at Yan Hongyu, waiting for her to make a decision.

   As for the monks in the Qi refining period, they were still dealing with the last magic attack of the monks from the Acacia Sect on the edge of the formation, and they were not qualified to participate in the discussion.

   The atmosphere at the scene was a little heavy. The No. 6 Spirit Medicine Garden was suddenly attacked. Although it was safe in the end, everyone was in a bad mood and their faces were a little gloomy.

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