Immortal Mansion Longevity

  Chapter 693 The world is worth it!

   "Boom!"

  The dazzling brilliance suddenly bloomed, and a series of roars resounded through the night sky.

  The aura of white, gold, and red dyes the raindrops into colors, like a rare spectacle of heaven and earth once in a hundred years.

  A golden-red gun light corresponds to a white light thread, and both of them are destroyed.

  When the golden and red gun lights were all shattered, and the number of white light threads decreased by hundreds, this Nascent Soul supernatural power was weakened a lot again.

  After this blow, everyone looked at Liu Yu with shock.

  But they didn't forget where they were. After sacrificing their magical powers, they continued to use third-order spells to intercept the Nascent Soul's supernatural powers.

  Thanks to the decisive blocking at the first time, everyone has time to make a second round of shots.

   "Boom boom boom~"

  Sparse third-order spells soared into the sky, met in the night sky in an instant, and wiped out many white threads of light.

  After the roar, there were less than 1,500 white filaments.

  The power of this Nascent Soul is only a small half.

   But at this time, the white light thread was approaching, less than three miles away from the barren mountain, and it was too late for everyone to launch the next round of attacks.

   "No, the teleportation array must not be destroyed!"

  At this moment, Liu Yu only had this thought in his mind.

   Only by taking the teleportation array to get out can we be sure of safety, otherwise it has been delayed for so long, who knows what will happen next?

  Even if he prepared all kinds of hole cards, he may not be able to escape the encirclement and suppression of Qianting!

  Estimated that the remaining power of the white ray of light was not enough to threaten his own life.

   "Boom"

  Liu Yu almost didn't even think about it, so he used his mana to rise into the air, and his body shot out in an instant.

   Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he brazenly charged at the Nascent Soul Divine Ability!

   "puff puff"

  The real body of six to seven feet flew away quickly, and there were bursts of strong piercing sounds, and the rain along the way was drained away.

  Liu Yu is holding a gun in his right hand, the tip of the sharp gun is golden and red, and the aura is extremely bright. His left hand is clenched into a fist, and the fist is hot with blood.

  Two sides protect the body with flame shields, and the two sides of the body wait for the opportunity to move.

  Behind, the billowing energy forms a long rainbow, which is already heading straight into the sky.

   "Ahhh~"

  Long hair flutters, Liu Yu roars to the sky, and his majestic body is like a tiger.

   Before he got close to the Yuanying supernatural power, he started to move.

   "咻咻"

  The sunset golden rainbow gun in the right hand suddenly swept forward to the right, and the afterimages formed a half-moon-shaped golden-red arc, exuding extremely blazing and sharp power.

   "Bang bang~"

  The "Meteor Fist" with his left hand waved along the mysterious trajectory at a high speed, and punched out a series of thick red fists, attacking to the front left.

   With the protective flame shield on his body, Liu Yu's eyes were cold, and he held a gun in one hand and made a fist in the other, wantonly venting the majestic power in his body.

  The next moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, it crashed into the dense white light filaments.

   "Boom boom boom!"

   In the ear, the roar was deafening, and he seemed to be tireless, swinging the huge iron fist and the golden red spear at high speed.

  The protective flame shield has dissipated at some point.

   Strips of extremely sharp white light filaments left scars on Liuzhangzhen's body, and strands of bright red blood flowed out of them.

   However, these are not important.

  Since body training and qi training have both reached the late third stage, Liu Yu himself doesn't know how much strength he has.

  Today, I finally vented freely!

  In the astonished gazes of Guo Poyun, Xu Haoran and others, since he rushed straight into the white light filaments, the supernatural power that this Nascent Soul cultivator did his best has dissipated rapidly with the naked eye.

   "Sky Light Breaks the Clouds"

   At this moment, many people can't help but think of this word.

  After half a breath, there were only a few dozens of white threads of light floating towards the barren hills, and they were resolved by everyone's joint efforts.

  With only one person, more than half of the white light filaments were cleared, and the result was changed abruptly by one's own strength.

   It can be said that Liu Yu is the main force to break this Nascent Soul supernatural power, as for the other twenty Jindan monks, they only play an auxiliary role.

   "This kind of strength."

   Realizing the strength of "Ancient City", everyone was shocked and fell silent for a while.

  Although they are both Golden Core cultivators, they seem to be in two realms, and they are not comparable at all.

  The long hair hanging loose, the figure staying in the heavy rain is like a **** and a demon!

  Whose general is this? !

  …

   "Patter~"

The rain is getting heavier.

  Unknowingly, it has changed from continuous drizzle to torrential rain.

   Bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground, and there was a dense sound of rain.

  The heavy rain curtain formed by the heavy rain blocked the sight, and the two battlefields seemed to be divided into two worlds.

   "Hiss~"

  The Nascent Soul supernatural power was broken, and Liu Yu relaxed his mind a little, and there were bursts of pain all over his body, and his complexion changed slightly and he gasped for air.

  Sweeping with spiritual consciousness, there are more than a dozen bloodstains on the body.

   But fortunately, he is well protected and pays attention to protecting his vitals all the time, so the scars are not on the vitals.

  With a thought in Liu Yu's mind, blue aura flowed from the wound, and it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Under the powerful control of the physical body, in just a short breath, more than a dozen bloodstains stopped bleeding.

   Nothing serious.

   "Hoo~"

   Putting on a brand new black robe casually, Liu Yu let out a deep breath and flew back to the barren mountain.

  When he landed, everyone subconsciously got out of the way and made way for the most central position.

  Although they are all in the same realm, the difference in strength between them is so large that other monks have to be careful and become cautious.

   "Mingjing, the thief"

  Looking at Qingshui Zhenjun whose breath was rapidly weakening, some core members gritted their teeth, obviously hating the betrayer extremely.

   "Thinking about it, it is indeed strange that Ding Jing can conceive a baby."

   "Among the disciples under Elder Qingshui's seat, this person's aptitude is not outstanding, only the fourth rank of alchemy."

   "After preparing for such a long time, I dare not hit the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul."

   "Suddenly, he retreated without saying a word, and when many colleagues were unexpected, he was successfully promoted."

   "Perhaps, it was because of the support of Qianting, and was bought by Qianting at that time."

  Spiritual consciousness pays attention to the battle situation, Guo Poyun can't help clenching his fists when he thinks of this.

  When he established his foundation, he joined the Commoner League. He is considered a very old member, so he knows Der Spiegel very well.

   At this moment, after thinking about it for a while, I can guess the whole story.

   It is understandable to make some sacrifices to get one step closer.

  However, betraying the camp and backstabbing comrades, especially the "act of killing teachers", is extremely shameless.

   "The apprentice who killed the teacher, we are ashamed to be with him!"

  A monk said bitterly, looking at Ming Jing, full of disappointment and disgust.

  The rebellious act of killing a teacher is not accepted by the vast majority of monks of the magic way, let alone the mainstream of the world of cultivating immortals, even if it is placed in the magic way.

  Although the reputation of the magic way has always been bad, it is absolutely indispensable for the righteous way to pour dirty water.

   For the behavior of "killing a master", even a monk of the magic way is very shameless, especially between a direct disciple and a master.

  Under normal circumstances, only when there is no hope of immortality, a cultivator would consider accepting a personal disciple to pass on what he has learned and the concept of cultivating immortals.

   This relationship is even closer than blood!

  In the world of cultivating immortals, there are indeed many demon monks who raise Gu in the name of accepting disciples, but those are all named disciples or boys.

  For direct disciples, the way of magic is not much different from the way of righteousness.

   After all, cultivating a personal disciple is to pass on the mantle, and it takes a lot of effort.

  Master is often the one who gives without expecting anything in return.

   "This kind of scum. There will be no good results."

   "Even if you take refuge in Qianting, you are just a running dog."

   "Even the master can betray, what else can't betray?"

   "Probably, Qian Ting would not dare to trust this kind of monk."

  Looking at Ming Jing who was still fighting fiercely with Zhenjun Hanmei, Xu Haoran had sharp eyes and said in a low voice.

  As for the other cultivators of the Purple Scarf Army, they didn't know what they thought of and remained silent, looking a little downcast.

  Perhaps, they have also experienced betrayal.

   After all, compared with casual repair organizations, Qianting Holy Land can give much more.

  Most monks don't have such a lofty consciousness, and they join individual organizations for the sake of resources in the final analysis.

  In this case, if you are not careful, you may betray if you are tempted by the court.

  After a short period of verbal criticism, the atmosphere in the venue became dull and oppressive. Everyone was not interested in continuing to criticize Ming Jing's crimes, and began to worry about the safety of Qingshui Zhenjun.

   "People's hearts are changeable."

  “The person who can betray, the person who can inflict the most serious harm, is often the person who trusts the most.”

  Among the crowd, Liu Yu didn't say a word, feeling secretly in his heart.

  It should be like this, so he never tests people's hearts, and never gives others a chance to backstab himself.

  …

"why?"

  During the fierce battle, Ming Jing remained expressionless and smiled seemingly indifferently.

   "Why else?"

   "Naturally, it is for the birth of spiritual objects, to break through the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul, and for the way!"

   But as he spoke, his face gradually turned red, and his emotions fluctuated greatly.

  If it is not for mediocre qualifications, every step of promotion is so difficult, and because of qualifications, he cannot obtain the resources of the Commoner League, why is he like this? !

   "Everything in this world, in the final analysis, isn't it all benefits?"

   "Zijin Army, Commoner League, Dajianghui"

   "Every loose cultivator organization, on the surface, is under the banner of overthrowing the Qianting, but in fact it is for themselves and to obtain more resources?"

   "I did this, what's wrong with it, and what's the difference between the two?"

   "We all live in the world of mortals, after all, we are profit-seeking ordinary people!"

   "The so-called "overthrow the court and restore order" is just a slogan!"

  Ming Jing's face did not show any guilt, but was righteous.

  He tried to use sharp words to establish a theoretical basis for what he did, making the matter look less ugly.

   "Boom"

  Nine plum blossom true treasures formed a mysterious formation, trapping Ming Jing in an area, making him tired of coping and unable to continue to attack Zhenjun Qingshui.

   Under the fury of Zhenjun Hanmei, he didn't hold back at all.

   It's just that although her cultivation base is much deeper, the opponent is also a Nascent Soul cultivator after all, so she can only gain the upper hand.

   But it will take a long time to defeat it.

  In the case of Qingshui Zhenjun being seriously injured, at most he can be defeated, and it is very difficult to keep this person.

  Because of this, Der Spiegel is confident.

   Not far away, Master Qingshui heard the words, and deep disappointment flashed across his face.

  He knew that Ming Jing insisted on going his own way, and it was impossible to turn back, so he didn't continue to speak.

  It is difficult to turn back after doing such a thing.

  On the barren mountain, the monks of the Purple Scarf Army and the Commoner League were silent, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

  Obviously, Der Spiegel's words had a great impact on everyone's hearts.

   The belief that he has always insisted on is a little shaken at this moment.

  Yes, if the essence of casual cultivators is no different from that of Qianting Holy Land, then what is the reason for their persistence?

  Is the establishment of the organization entirely out of profit?

   To overthrow the Holy Land of Qianting, and become a new evil dragon?

  In the crowd, Liu Yu was expressionless, and there was no wave in his heart.

  In his view, this is just a classic "benefiting others at the expense of others" incident.

   This kind of thing is the norm in the world of cultivating immortals, and it is not surprising at all.

   Just like that sentence, we all live in the world of mortals. If we want to go further on the road, we must chase resources inevitably.

  The only difference is that the means of pursuing interests are different.

  Ordinary monks will try to learn all the arts of cultivating immortals. If they cannot earn spirit stones through cultivating all arts, they can also hunt monsters, complete tasks, and so on.

  Just in that way, the efficiency will be relatively low.

  As the cultivation level increases, the spirit stones earned with low efficiency can hardly meet the needs of cultivation all the time.

   At this time, either make a change, or be eliminated by the world of cultivating immortals.

  This part of the monks, the way of earning spirit stones is relatively traditional. While earning spirit stones on the surface, it will not harm the interests of others.

   While a small number of demon cultivators and evil cultivators adopt a more radical approach.

   Kill people to seize treasures, collect yin to replenish yang, collect yang to replenish yin, sacrifice blood to mortals.

  By harming the interests of others to make profits for oneself, the speed of earning spirit stones in this way is often far faster than the former.

  The two methods are very different.

  However, in Liu Yu's view, the difference is not as big as imagined.

  In the case of limited resources for cultivating immortals.

  If a monk earns more spirit stones or resources, there will be one or more monks who will earn less spirit stones.

  Even though he didn’t take the initiative to attack others, the act of earning spirit stones by a monk also invisibly squeezed the living space of another monk.

   Compared with the latter, the former is undoubtedly much milder and often represents the "positive" side.

  While the latter harms others and benefits oneself, its performance is more naked, and it often represents the "unrighteous" side.

   But in fact, both ways will affect others. If we only consider it from the perspective of interests, the boundaries between righteousness and injustice will also become blurred.

  It is only because human beings have wisdom and have imagined "morality", "civilization" and so on, that there is a distinction between righteous and unrighteous.

  The low-level monsters, on the other hand, blatantly follow the jungle law of the jungle, which has nothing to do with justice or not.

   Liu Yu believes that he is by no means a gentleman or a good person, as long as it is beneficial to himself, he does not mind using any method.

  So he was not surprised by Ding Jing's behavior.

  …

  From the surprise attack of Master Qingshui to Ming Jing's attempt to destroy the teleportation array, which was successfully resolved by Liu Yu and others, it was only three breaths away.

   Having been pierced through the Nascent Soul by the magic weapon of black needles, the aura of Zhenjun Qingshui continued to weaken, and he was about to fall below the Nascent Soul Realm.

   And Zhenjun Hanmei is still in a stalemate with Mingjing, it is impossible to end the fight in a short time, everything seems to be developing in a bad direction.

  But at this moment, the Sanyuanying of Qianting who was trapped by some means suddenly appeared, making the already bad situation worse.

"not good!"

  A hundred miles away, three Yuanying spiritual pressures approached rapidly, causing the entire group to change color suddenly.

   Right now, Mingjing is rebelling, Qingshui Zhenjun is seriously injured, and his side has no strength to contend with it.

   Once the three true monarchs of Qianting arrive, it will be a devastating blow to Liu Yu and his party!

  At the critical moment, as the elder who single-handedly presided over the operation, although he was deeply grieved because of the betrayal of his own disciple, Qingshui Zhenjun forcibly suppressed his negative emotions and regained his composure.

  Spiritual consciousness observed Qianting Sanyuanying, and he understood that it would be difficult for a group of people to get out of fear.

  The next moment, Master Qingshui flashed determination on his face, as if he had made a major decision.

  His hands pinched the formula quickly, almost an afterimage appeared, and after half a breath, he pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

   "Boom!"

  After a set of formulas, the spiritual pressure and aura of Zhenjun Qingshui, which fell rapidly, miraculously stopped forcibly, and climbed up uncharacteristically.

  In the blink of an eye, he returned to the peak moment, and continued to climb upwards.

   "click"

  In the void, there seemed to be a sound like lightning and thunder.

  After half a breath, Qingshui Zhenjun's beard and hair fluttered and his robe swelled, and his spiritual pressure reached the level of the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

   "The old man's Nascent Soul is damaged, and it is hopeless at this time."

   "Fellow Daoist Hanmei, you go first, and the old man stays behind!"

   As he spoke, he made a formula with both hands, urging Zigou Zhenbao to attack Mingjing.

  Using secret techniques to temporarily suppress the injury, Qingshui Zhenjun's strength has also temporarily increased to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

   At this time, the real treasure of purple gourd was activated, and its power went to a higher level, which made Ming Jing change color in shock.

   "Shimizu, you."

   Zhenjun Hanmei frowned, with hesitation flashing across his face.

  She knew that after leaving, she might never see this old friend again.

  But at this time, life and death are at stake, not only the life safety of the core members, but also the safety of the Commoner League, so naturally one should not be complacent because of personal friendship.

  Cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm, Zhenjun Hanmei is naturally not a person who is indecisive.

   "Oh~!"

  Plum blossoms surrounded her real body, she sighed heavily, took a deep look at Qingshui Zhenjun, and flew towards the barren mountain.

   "Burning the origin of the Nascent Soul?"

   "Old guy, are you dying?!"

   Facing Master Qingshui who used secret techniques to suppress his injuries and whose strength had temporarily risen to the mid-Yuanying stage, Ming Jing had no power to fight back, and couldn't help but lose his voice.

  The black needle magic weapon hitting the Nascent Soul can indeed greatly reduce the strength of the Nascent Soul cultivator, and even damage the foundation of the falling realm.

  But with a good recuperation, you can still survive for a while.

  He never expected that his "Master" would be so decisive that he would not hesitate to burn the origin of the Nascent Soul and take the initiative to cut off the heirs for other monks.

   Logically speaking, apart from the connection of the Commoner League, the friendship between the two parties is just so-so.

   Qingshui Zhenjun's behavior is of no benefit to himself, which is really hard for Ding Jing to understand.

  The consequence of burning the source of the Nascent Soul is even more serious than burning the source of the golden elixir!

  When the monk condensed the Nascent Soul, the prototype of the Nascent Soul had already merged with the Nascent Soul, and the burning of the Nascent Soul was burning the Nascent Soul.

  When the source dries up, it is the day when the monks fall!

  Looking at the bright mirror who speaks indiscriminately, Master Qingshui has calmed down at this moment, and he has no mercy in his strikes, and no longer cares about the past teacher-student relationship.

   "Not everything can be measured by interests."

   "As a human being, some things should be placed above interests, and are worth pursuing with life."

   "Like justice."

  “Justice does not necessarily bring good results.”

   "But in itself, it is a kind of beauty, and it is worth going all out to pursue and protect it!"

  The vigorous and powerful voice spread in the night sky in an instant.

  The sound of words is like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, directly hitting the depths of the soul.

  Even the sound of clattering rain cannot cover it up.

  (end of this chapter)