Immortal Mansion Longevity

   Chapter 189 Degree

   "Stop!"

  A tall and thin old man with white hair and white hair and wrinkled face, looking like he was in his 70s and 80s, his eyes were splitting.

   Among the dozen or so boys and girls who died, one was his granddaughter.

   At his current age, the immortal path has been cut off, and he has no hope of going a step further, so he pinned all his obsessions about longevity on his granddaughter with good spiritual roots.

  The death of his granddaughter was like a bolt from the blue for this old monk who lived in his 80s.

   But the tall and thin old man has a lot of experience and still retains his sense at this time.

   The person who saw the shot was the Yuanyang Sect cultivator, and he was extremely powerful. He didn't come forward to die in vain, and he didn't make a rude remark out of resentment.

  Yuanyangzong is the overlord of Qingzhou, far from what their Huang family can afford. He must not bring disaster to the family because of his own reasons.

   The tall and thin old man looked at Yan Hongyu and Liu Yu and his party with hatred, and stood there waiting for the arrival of the tribe.

   But this was just his wishful thinking after all. Yan Hongyu and the other ten foundation-building cultivators kept their footsteps and hurried down the mountain.

The    city guards, under the command of Yue Liang, were divided into several small groups, following behind ten people.

   As soon as the tall and thin old man entered the attack range of the magic weapon, thirty long spears shot out in an instant.

   "Do you have any fellow Daoists of Yuanyang Sect?"

   The tall and thin old man resisted the heavy sorrow in his heart and opened his mouth, his voice extremely hoarse.

   However, before he could finish his words, five or six standard long spears continued to shoot at him, keeping the unfinished words in his mouth forever.

   These mid-grade spear instruments are all made of the same materials by Yuanyang Sect, and they are made by highly skilled craftsmen, which greatly reduces the cost of refining.

   The tall and thin old man has rich experience in fighting, and quickly took out two magic weapons, one attack and one defense, and wanted to resist and intercept.

   But all of this is in vain. With the same cultivation base, how can one person resist the joint attack of multiple monks of the same rank?

   "He~he~"

  The spear pierced the flesh and blood, and the unfinished words could never be said.

   The tall and thin old man's eyes were still open, but the breath of life had already passed away, and he died with his dream of immortality.

   This round of shots was unexpectedly smooth, killing the master old man and the few Huang family cultivators who gathered to him, and he couldn't even delay Yuanyangzong's group for half a breath.

   said that it was too late and then too fast, all this happened extremely fast, from Guiyuanzhou landing to killing the tall and thin old man, just seven breaths had passed.

The   City Guards did not give in to their hearts, they took back their magic tools while running, followed behind the ten foundation-building cultivators, and rushed down the mountain two or three feet in a single step.

   "Plop"

   As the instruments were withdrawn, several corpses that lost their support fell to the ground.

After    two breaths, Liu Yu had reached the position of the corpses of the tall and thin old man and the young girl.

   In line with the principle of not wasting, he paused for a while, opened his mouth and spit out the Azure Sun Demon Fire, which floated on his left hand and burned slowly.

   Then, with his right hand, dozens of cyan flames split out and flew towards the corpses that had just died.

The   cyan flames fell on the corpse, burning the corpse into fly ash in less than half a breath, and the flames seemed to burn more vigorously.

   Liu Yu's left hand shot back and forth, and dozens of flames quickly flew back to his hand.

   "The power has increased a little, but it is very limited."

   Through the close connection in his mind, Liu Yu instantly understood the extent to which the power of the Qingyang Demonic Fire was enhanced.

   If the first offensive and defensive battle in the Bingliu Spirit Medicine Garden burns the living purple-clothed monks in the early stage of foundation establishment, the life and soul energy obtained will be regarded as "one time".

   Then the white-bearded old man in the middle stage of foundation building encountered by searching for the spirit grass, the energy absorbed after killing him is only "half degree".

   The energy provided by the twenty qi cultivators who died in the Huang family was only about "zero point one degree", which was pitiful.

   On the one hand, the cultivator has the most abundant energy in life and soul when he is alive, and both will dissipate quickly after death; on the other hand, during the qi refining period, whether it is a life or a prototype of the primordial spirit, the essence is far inferior to that of a foundation-building cultivator.

   The qi-refining cultivators of the Huang family not only had extremely low life essence, but also died, and their life and soul energy had dissipated a lot, so it was normal for the Qingyang Demon Fire to absorb only zero point and one degree of energy.

   Yan Hongyu and Li looked at Liu Yu's magical powers of fire, looking a little strange.

   But he didn't have any special emotions about using the corpse to cultivate the magic fire, let alone the "strange" idea of ​​clearing the door.

  The five major sects of Chu State are all neutral sects, no matter what kind of practice they practice, they won't care about evil or magic.

   believes that whether it is the right way or the magic way, they are all ways to pursue longevity, but the paths are different, and there is no distinction between good and evil in nature.

   But there is a premise, that is, you cannot slaughter mortals for the sake of cultivating evil powers.

  Only if the mortal base is large enough, can enough children with spiritual roots be produced to inject fresh blood into the sect.

   In the eyes of Zongmen, mortals are also an indispensable resource and the foundation for the sustainable development of Zongmen, and they naturally do not allow massacres.

   Of course, if you secretly kill in small batches and are not caught, then the sect will turn a blind eye, but it can’t be too much.

  All Yan Hongyu and Li different did not feel that there was anything wrong with using corpses to cultivate magic fire, the door rules did not prohibit it, not to mention that the Huang family cultivator had nothing to do with himself.

   But this kind of behavior is really unpleasant for ordinary monks. Liu Yu noticed that several of the foundation-building fellows frowned slightly, but in the end did not speak.

  Two breaths completed the absorption of energy, Liu Yu accelerated to keep up with Yan Hongyu and Li's different steps, and headed down the mountain to kill.

   The Huang family cultivator, who was unable to avoid it along the way, did not wait for the city guards to take action, and Liu Yu gently blew the Qingyang Demonic Fire in his hand, blowing the lights from it.

   One after another, the light blue lanterns were radiating green light. They looked really beautiful, exuding a disturbing atmosphere, as if they were slowly drifting towards the Huang Family cultivator.

   Qingyang Demon Fire has experienced several growths, but it is still the same as the mana accumulated over the years, and its power has not been what it used to be.

   "Ah~"

The magic weapon sacrificed by the Huang family cultivator didn't last long, and soon the aura faded to the ground, and the shields such as the "Vajra Talisman" were burned like paper, and they couldn't even hold back half a breath of time. .

   These qi refining monks were completely unable to resist the attack of the Qingyang Demonic Fire. In just a few breaths, the flames devoured their lives, turning them into fuel for growth, and were then recalled by Liu Yu from a long distance.

  Yan Hongyu, Liu Yu, Li Wei and other ten foundation-building cultivators went all the way down. Along the way, both cultivators and mortals were ruthlessly killed, and they couldn't stop their footsteps at all.

   All the way down, the footsteps were extremely fast, and after walking for nearly fifteen breaths, it stopped for the first time near the mountainside.

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