Immortal Mansion Longevity

   Chapter 277 Thunder Means (two in one chapter)

  Can walk in this cruel world of immortal cultivation, go through ups and downs, and cultivate to the middle stage of foundation building, naturally, he will not be a mentally disabled person.

  Otherwise, it is impossible to cultivate to this state.

   The face with clear blue water chestnuts has become cold, and the palm is pressed on the spirit beast bag at the waist, coldly looking at Qingsong Laodao, ready to shoot at any time.

   At the same time, he quietly moved away from Lao Dao, and moved closer to Liu Yu, but not too close. He also kept his distance and vigilance.

  Who knows if these two are singing together? Or are they each having ghosts?

   Everyone is united because of their interests, and there is no trust in each other at all. Of course, we must be on guard.

   "Daoist Canglan, according to Hong's opinion, Qingsong Laodao, this dog thief, has no good intentions from the beginning, and has long wanted to kill you and me."

   "Qingsong may only be his superficial identity. His real identity is likely to be the cultist gang active in the branch of Venus, who has killed many fellows."

   "Everyone gets these evil cultivators and kills them!"

   "Being in the depths of the mountains, for today's plan, you and I still have to join hands to deal with this beast, and advance and retreat together."

  Liu Yu's face was condensed, his divine sense transmitted sound, his words were strict in semantics, and he was talking about expedient measures.

   With the strength of Qingsong Laodao at this time, he is confident that he can use the shocking stab and the molten fire knife to take it by surprise, but his minions need to be restrained.

  Otherwise, he would be swarmed up and outnumbered by his fists and four hands, and he could only run away.

   Escape quickly in the depths of this mountain range. But an extremely dangerous thing, breaking into the monster's territory is likely to face the attack of the monster, and it is extremely dangerous to be attacked from both sides.

   What's more, the spirit of the Pill is on Qingsong Laodao, and he doesn't want to flee in embarrassment at all.

   As long as Cang Lan restrains his minions and kills Qingsong Laodao quickly, it will be much easier to advance or retreat.

   seems to know that they have been discovered, and the people who were in ambush are no longer hidden. The three spiritual pressures of the foundation-building period appeared a few miles away and quickly approached here.

"Right on my mind."

   The blue complexion was dignified, looking at Reiya who was rapidly approaching Qingsong Laodao, and responded with a voice transmission.

   He also understands that fleeing in a panic in the depths of the dangerous mountain range is definitely not a good way, and he still has some confidence in his own strength.

  Fleeing without a fight is definitely not his style.

   With his own strength, in cooperation with this cultivator surnamed Hong who seems to be a bit powerful, do you really need to escape?

   "Trouble fellow Daoist to contain his minions temporarily, and Qingsong Laodao will hand it over to Hong Mou to deal with it."

   Liu Yu quickly transmitted the sound.

   The communication between the two was extremely fast. It looked like a long time, but it was only two short moments.

   "One middle stage of foundation building and two early stage of foundation building."

   Only then did the two feel the specific cultivation of Qingsong's old minions.

   "What? He wants to deal with Qingsong Laodao in the late stage of foundation building?"

   "Why does this monk surnamed Hong have such confidence? He is sure to deal with it?"

   Canglan's heart turned violent.

   Originally, he thought that he was dealing with Qingsong Laodao, and the other party restrained his minions. He didn't expect this monk surnamed Hong to have such a big tone. Could it be that he has more hidden strength than himself?

   He doesn't think that the other party is courting death. When the facts are in front of him, he has to believe it if he doesn't believe it.

   "The cultivators are indeed hiding dragons and crouching tigers. Even if Jinwu insects are successfully hatched this time, they cannot underestimate the outstanding talents in the world of cultivators."

   "But this person doesn't seem to be a loose cultivator."

  When Cang Lan flashed this thought.

   Liu Yu has already made a move, preemptive!

   One shot of the storage bag took out the Li Xuanjian and Qingjiaoji, injected mana into it and transformed it into a spiritual tool, and used the greatest power to attack Qingsong Laodao without any reservations.

   Now is not the time to hide his clumsiness. He knows that he must give his "ally" a little confidence, otherwise he will not see any hope, and he is afraid that this ally will turn his head and run away.

   "Bah!!"

   Li Xuanjian's aura was prosperous, and in the dazzling red light, it transformed into a flaming bird of about a zhang size, wrapped the sword body in it, and attacked the enemy cultivator with scorching high temperature.

   The green dragon halberd grew into a simple and simple halberd in the blink of an eye, the blade of the halberd shone with cold light, and a green dragon slowly swam on the body of the halberd.

   Twisted and slid, the Green Jiaoji halberd slashed vertically towards Qingsong Laodao.

  The two spiritual weapons shone with aura, shining in the night sky, and the strong fluctuations could still be heard from a dozen miles away.

   In the eyes of the monks in the field, it seemed to be the absolute center.

The power of    is so strong that everyone changes color.

   The power of high-grade spiritual tools has surpassed that of top-grade magical weapons. In the past, Liu Yu was limited to his cultivation and could not fully exert his power.

   But after completing the three magic fire refining, and being promoted to the middle stage of foundation establishment, it is completely different.

   The style of these two spiritual tools was fully displayed, and the power was increased by nearly half on the previous basis, which made the cultivators present change their color.

   Among them, there is the power of the spiritual tool itself, as well as the blessing of Liu Yu's cultivation and the pure mana of Qingyang Gong.

   Because of the cultivation technique, the strength gap opened up is already evident at this time.

   Qingsong Laodao opened his eyes wide in the face of such a powerful offensive, and a sense of badness rose in his heart in vain.

   Such a sophisticated spiritual tool is far more powerful than ordinary foundation-building cultivators when it comes to shooting. Eighty percent of it is not a loose cultivator, and it is most likely a cultivator from a large sect or a big family.

   I've been walking a lot at night and bumping into ghosts.

   This thought flashed through his mind, but at this time the offensive was already in front of him, and it was too late to think about it.

Qingsong Laodao drove the Wuchen Sword with all his strength, turning into a blue sword light and facing the Li Xuan Sword that changed into a firebird. The artifact was unfolded, firmly protecting the whole body.

  He has gone from being a most ordinary casual cultivator to where he is now, and he has no obvious shortcomings in attack and defense.

   Even if Liu Yu's strength is unexpectedly strong, he has the confidence to retreat, but he has to move places later, be careful of the pursuit of the other sect and family.

   "ding ding"

   One red and one green two flying swords pointed to Maimang, and the sharp beak of the firebird collided with the tip of the dustless sword, making a harsh sound.

  After the two flying swords were deadlocked for a breath, Wuchen Sword was finally defeated and repelled by two or three meters, and Li Xuanjian had exhausted its old strength, and could not pursue the victory.

   On the other side, Qing Jiao Ji faced the entangled white beard, turned the angle and used the halberd blade to cut across it fiercely.

   "Zizi"

   The seemingly soft white beard, the green dragon halberd slashed on it, but it seemed to be slashing on the extremely hard golden stone, and there were sparks rubbing against the place where it touched, and only a dozen white whiskers were cut off.

   In the face of this ever-changing Buddha Chen, Liu Yu did not dare to let the Qingjiao Ji be entangled, and quickly retreated after a blow.

The gap between the late stage of foundation building and the middle stage is far greater than that of the middle stage and early stage. Even if Liu Yu has narrowed the gap with Qingyang Gong, coupled with the superior quality of the spiritual tools, it is still worthy of pressing it down. .

   But this is the case now. When he completes the three magic fire refining in the middle stage of foundation building, the situation will be different.

   Assessing his strength growth after being promoted to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, as well as the strength of Qingsong Laodao, a veteran late stage cultivator, this thought flashed through Liu Yu's mind.

  The consciousness controlled the two spiritual weapons to charge a little, and launched a new round of offensive again.

   He took out a small pot from the storage bag with the palm of his hand, poured two mouthfuls into the mouth of the pot, then put it away and took out two middle-grade spirit stones to absorb the aura in it to restore mana.

   This is an upgraded version of Snowflake Brew that restores mana in the early stage of Foundation Establishment—a fine-quality Snowflake Brew, which can quickly restore about one-tenth of the mana of a monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

  Each pot only has five mouthfuls, and only two mouthfuls are effective in a short period of time. The price of each pot is 2,500 spirit stones, and the price is beyond the reach of many monks.

   This is also one of Liu Yu's preparations in advance. In such a dangerous place, it is very necessary to maintain sufficient mana at all times.

   As for the top-grade spirit tools, the fire-melting knife and the stunning stabbing technique, don’t rush to take them out. The two high-grade spirit tools are already amazing enough.

   When the time comes, who will join forces will be uncertain.

   Waiting for the fighting between the two sides to be in full swing, it is the best policy to suddenly attack and kill Qingsong Laodao directly, so that they have no time to react.

   At that time, Qingsong, who had the highest cultivation base, died. Even if they united, they would not be a threat to themselves.

   Liu Yu calmly controlled the two spiritual weapons, leaving Qingsong Laodao with no time to take care of him, and surrounded his body with a thick earth umbrella to guard against possible attacks.

   At the same time, divine consciousness enveloped the surroundings, and every move within five miles came into view.

   After Liu Yu showed his powerful strength, Cang Lan felt threatened, but now Qingsong Laodao was in great power and decided to block Laodao's accomplices as agreed.

   He took off the red spirit beast bag around his waist, opened the mouth of the bag, and released all the flying fireflies. There were more than a thousand of them, forming a mighty "worm cloud".

   Then Canglan controlled the insect cloud to spread out, and strands of flames formed a large-scale "torrent of flame", which burned to the three people who came a few miles away.

  The heat wave was savage, and the temperature in this forest suddenly increased, and even some trees had no fire and spontaneous combustion.

   A flame attack of this magnitude is still conspicuous even from miles away in the night sky.

   Of course, there is more than one means of breathing fire, but other means will consume the number of spirit insects. It is not easy to cultivate this insect, and he is not willing to use it at this time.

   At the same time as controlling the fire and fireflies, Canglan patted another white spirit beast bag on his waist, and six white spirit butterflies with two pairs of upper and lower wings flew out from it.

  White Spirit Butterfly aimed at the flames of Feihuo Liuying, spit out wisps of transparent powder, and drifted away to the target silently.

   "The magical power of this white spirit butterfly is a bit weird."

   Liu Yu's consciousness noticed this scene.

   This powdered ordinary cultivator's spiritual consciousness cannot be observed at all. He has cultivated the divine consciousness of the magical art and is close to the peak of foundation building, so he can be caught. However, since he has been seen through, the threat to him is already much smaller.

   At this time, Liu Yu observed that the three minions of Qingsong Laodao were actually the last three foundation-building cultivators they encountered when they approached the cold pool where the Yinming Spirit Snake was located.

   A bearded man in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and two gorgeous female cultivators in the early stage of foundation establishment.

   It seems that the previous encounter was not accidental, everything was deliberately planned by this old green pine.

   However, in the face of Canglan's involuntary offensive, they hurriedly took out the magic weapon to resist and were in a hurry, and they couldn't meet Qingsong Laodao for a while.

   "What's going on? Why is the mana in the body so obscure?"

  Suddenly, a gorgeous female cultivator cried out in surprise, her face was pale, she hurriedly found the antidote and swallowed it.

   Then he looked at Canglan angrily, not knowing how to get the other side.

   At this time, another female cultivator followed suit, and only the big man was safe and sound, and he was driving the magic weapon to break through the torrent of flames, and first merged with Qingsong Laodao.

   In the face of this cultivator who was suspected to be the Yuling Sect, the three of them were in a hurry, and for a while they couldn't do anything about it.

   Seeing that Canglan and the other three are coming and going, they can't take out their hands. Liu Yu has already put her mind on the storage bag, and is ready to use the top-quality spiritual weapon to strike a thunderbolt.

   "ding ding" "zizi"

   Li Xuanjian and Qingjiaoji clashed with the opponent's Wuchen Sword and White Bearded Buddha Chen with extremely high frequency. After another violent collision, they each retreated back. There was a very short interval, and they needed to accumulate strength again.

   "This is the time!"

   Seeing the old Taoist Qingsong drum up his mana to maintain the power of the magic weapon, Liu Yu's heart moved, and he realized that the opportunity was coming.

  The invisible power of consciousness gathered between the eyebrows, compressed and condensed into invisible thorns of consciousness in a very special way, and three were ready in half a breath.

   "Shocking Thorn"

  Three shocking thorns were launched in a straight line, and they crossed a long distance in an instant, stabbing the opponent's eyebrows.

   At the same time, Liu Yu instantly stirred up his mana, and took out the top-quality spiritual weapon, the melting knife.

  Because of the pure mana, the speed of operation is much faster than that of monks of the same rank, and it was sacrificed in an instant.

The    Molten Fire Knife was only five inches in size. Due to time reasons, it was too late to change to the best form, and it did not use a spiritual tool to transform it, but its power had obviously exceeded any high-grade spiritual tool in the field by a small amount.

  The body of the blade is surrounded by a layer of blood-red flames, which looks very strange, and the fire python on the back of the blade is even more lifelike under the urging, with a strong suffocation that seems to be devoured by people.

  This is obviously a killing weapon!

   "Consciousness Attack"

  Old Daoist Qingsong has been fighting for so many years, and he can barely say that he is well-informed. The moment the released consciousness was pierced, this thought flashed.

   But he didn't have the magic weapon to defend against the attack of the divine sense, so he had no time to concentrate his mind to resist, and the shocking thorn had already pierced his eyebrows.

  “Humph~”

   He groaned in pain, and he instantly lost his mind.

   After a moment, the effect of the last shocking thorn had just subsided, and the next one came on time. The cycle lasted three times, causing him to lose his mind for two and a half seconds.

   "Superior Spirit Tool"

   When Qingsong Laodao regained consciousness, he saw an unparalleled and demonic knife, only three meters away from him.

   He opened his eyes wide, and a great terror grew in his heart in vain.

  I hurriedly wanted to mobilize the magic weapon to resist, but the Wuchen Sword and the White Beard Buddha Chen were blocked, so I could only pour the mana into the Yin-Yang Fish Road Diagram and block it in front of me, trying to resolve this crisis.

   At the same time, he only had time to take out a magic talisman, slapped it on his body, and turned it into a glass-colored shield about the size of a zhang.

   "Boom"

The   melting fire knife stabbed in the center of the intersection of the yin and yang fish of Daotu, and paused for a moment. After half a moment, the blood flames rose, and it penetrated directly.

   "click"

   Then collided with the glass-colored shield, and passed through it with a broken surface, causing it to dissipate into fragments.

   "Ugh~!"

   Qingsong Laodao only had time to let out a short scream, and the entire head was turned into a mist of blood, and the body lost its support and fell to the ground with a thud.

   At the same time, the aura of Snow White and Wuchen Sword quickly dimmed, and then fell to the ground.

   The vitality and soul of the monks in the later stage of foundation building are good "fuel" and should not be wasted.

  Liu Yu opened his mouth to spit out the Qingyang Demonic Fire, and quickly threw himself on Qingsong Laodao's corpse, turning it into flying ashes.

  Only one top-grade storage bag is left in place.

   "two degrees"

   Put away the magic weapon and storage bag of the booty, Liu Yu opened his mouth and swallowed the Qingyang Demonic Fire again, sensing the fuel that the Demonic Fire obtained this time.

   Qingsong Laodao has died after all, this harvest is normal.

   It is still too difficult to directly kill the late-stage cultivator by simply relying on the magic fire, which is also helpless.

After    killed Qingyang Laodao, Liu Yu did not put the three spiritual tools back into the storage bag, but turned his eyes to look at Canglan, the bearded man, and the two gorgeous female cultivators.

   In the dark pupils, a dangerous light flashed.

   "Is this a superb spiritual weapon?"

   There was still horror in the eyes of the four of them. Everything was sent out too fast, and before they could react, Qingsong Laodao had already died.

   Canglan calmly recalled Feihuo Liuying and White Spirit Butterfly, released the restriction of the flame torrent on the three, and his eyes were full of fear.

   He did not expect that cultivator Hong had so much hidden strength.

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