Immortal Palace Longevity

Besides, not every cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage can possess a top-grade magic weapon. Most of these disciples only have a middle-grade magic weapon, and they dare not confront them directly.

A middle-grade magic weapon requires at least 200 spirit stones. According to the monthly salary of the inner disciples, even if they do not buy elixirs for cultivation, it will take four years to save up such a sum of spirit stones. How can they be willing to waste it like this?

However, it finally attracted the attention of the last foundation-building cultivator. The formation is temporarily safe, so it is still useful.

Liu Yu felt relieved when he saw this, knowing that the spiritual medicine garden should be safe this time.

With the strength shown by the enemy cultivators at present, they did not break through the protective formation in the first time. After the Yuanyang Sect cultivators reacted, there was little hope.

Although there were three fewer foundation-building cultivators on their side, with the formation as a support, it was not a big problem to defend.

Besides, this place is not far from Wangyue City, and a special sound transmission talisman has already been sent. With the speed of the Foundation Establishment cultivators, they can come to support in three hours at most. If they continue to drag it out, it will be more and more advantageous for their side.

Thinking of this, Liu Yu opened his hands, and ten orange-yellow fireballs the size of eggs appeared at his fingertips. With a wave of his arm, he flew towards the purple-robed cultivator.

"Bang bang"

The fireball hit the shield around the purple-robed cultivator, and the huge momentum attracted many people's attention, but it had no substantial effect. After all, it was just a first-level low-grade spell, which was easily blocked.

The purple-robed cultivator regarded this as a provocation, and immediately responded with anger in his heart. He pinched the spell in his hand and more than a dozen ice cones appeared in front of him, and then attacked the formation.

Liu Yu didn't care about this low-grade spell, and didn't pay any attention to it and let it fall on the formation. Anyway, it didn't pose any threat to the formation.

While he was controlling the Soul Chasing Blade and the Diamond Flag, he moved his ten fingers and ten more fireballs appeared, forming a line and attacking the purple monk like arrows.

Spiritual weapons clashed with spiritual weapons, magic weapons collided with magic weapons, various low-level spells came and went, and the sound of various collisions spread throughout the area.

Surrounding the formation, the situation was deadlocked for a while, maintaining a balance point, and no one could do anything to the other.

In this way, another half a cup of tea passed.

Outside the Black Water Extreme Wind Formation, Deacon Lu controlled the magic weapon to float in the air, looking down at the situation on the field.

Seeing this scene, his face was ugly and gloomy. At present, his attack was completely blocked by the enemy monks, and all kinds of means would be blocked by the Taoist nun in the formation. For a while, there was no way to break the deadlock.

The nine foundation-building cultivators, including three fellow disciples, were unable to launch an effective attack on the formation. The remaining one person alone could not pose a threat to the formation. The Qi-refining disciples were even at a disadvantage and dared not attack.

"This raid has completely failed."

After the cultivators in the Spiritual Medicine Garden reacted, although they still had an advantage in strength, they could not break through the defensive formation. There would not be much change if they continued to stalemate. Thinking of this, Deacon Lu had already retreated.

"Lu Fubin, you dared to lead people to sneak attack our Yuanyang Sect's resource point. You are so bold!"

Yan Hongyu spoke at this time, accusing the other party with righteous words.

She had been in Wangyue City for decades. Because it was adjacent to Jingzhou, the relationship between Yuanyang Sect and Hehuan Sect had always been bad. She had also fought with many foundation-building cultivators of Hehuan Sect. She happened to know Lu Fubin, but he had not been promoted to the late stage of foundation-building before, so she had never fought with him head-on.

"Hmph"

Lu Fubin sneered repeatedly, too lazy to argue with him, and didn't care about being recognized.

It was common for the three major camps to attack each other's resource points. Before he came here, he had heard that two foundation-building resource points of the sect were lost, and none of the garrisoned cultivators survived. It was said that it was done by the Yuanyang Sect cultivators.

It is normal for cultivators to kill each other in order to compete for spiritual stones, magic weapons, exercises and other immortal cultivation resources. How can there be any distinction between good and evil?

It's just that the means of competing for interests are different and their respective positions are different. It's also common to confiscate the family and exterminate the clan. The five major sects of Chu are not orthodox sects. Their eating manners are definitely not good. There are no so many things to pay attention to. At most, they can find a high-sounding reason to shut up the mouths of the monks afterwards.

This place is too close to the front camp of the Yuanyang Sect cultivators and Wangyue City. Seeing that the situation has been deadlocked again, it will be disadvantageous to continue to drag it on. Thinking of this, Lu Fubin has made a decision in his heart.

"Ah"

He was about to order the cultivators to retreat, when a scream came. Lu Fubin looked over with his consciousness.

The situation on Liu Yu's side had changed. The purple monk was already dying.

Two breaths ago, Liu Yu mixed a Yin Lei Zi in a fireball and shot it at the purple monk. When he found it, it was too late. The Yin Lei Zi was already close at hand.

The purple monk only had time to sacrifice a top-grade defensive magic weapon, and the Yin Lei Zi was detonated. After a loud bang, the purple monk at the center of the explosion was already dying, and the top-grade magic weapon was blown into pieces and scattered everywhere.

This was just an attempt by Liu Yu. He didn't have much hope. If this person was more vigilant, he would have enough time to dodge, or if he had a top-grade defensive magic weapon, he could block it and suffer at most a slight injury.

Maybe it was because of the previous fireball harassment that he lost his vigilance, or maybe it was because he was overwhelmed by Liu Yu's constant provocation. In short, he was now lying in the black mud without much resistance.

Seeing the unexpected sneak attack succeed, Liu Yu was delighted.

Originally, this Yin Leizi was just an attempt made on a whim, and he did not hold much hope. He did not expect that the purple monk's vigilance was so low that he only discovered it when he was right in front of him.

Many thoughts went through his mind, but Liu Yu's movements were not slow at all. With a thought, Qingyang Magic Fire flew out of his mouth and attached to the Mother-Child Soul Chasing Blade. He controlled the magic weapon to fly quickly towards the purple monk to take his life.

At the same time, the dark gold flying sword that had been entangled with the diamond flag also lost control and fell to the ground because of the serious injury of its owner.

Liu Yu certainly would not miss the benefits that were right in front of him, and drove the diamond flag to hold the dark gold flying sword and quickly return to the formation.

He did not stop after doing all this. With a thought, he condensed an invisible spiritual thorn in his forehead, and disappeared in front of him the moment it condensed.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the purple monk and pierced directly into his forehead, causing the purple monk who was still struggling to do something to lose consciousness instantly, and his eyes were blurred and stunned.

It was the shocking thorn!

The next moment, the soul-chasing blades burning with pale blue flames were close at hand, ready to take his life.

"Wait!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Fubin roared, and had already sacrificed a mid-grade spiritual weapon, performing the shapeshifting technique to transform into a large bird with black feathers, wanting to rescue him.

The family of this purple-robed monk is an old-fashioned foundation-building family of the Hehuan Sect, and its strength should not be underestimated. Although he is not afraid, he does not want to make enemies, so this person cannot die here.

Other foundation-building monks on the Hehuan Sect side discovered this scene and also drove their magic weapons to rescue him, but it was too late.

Liu Yu ignored the words of the Hehuan Sect monks, and the murderous intent in his eyes surged.

He controlled the flaming soul-chasing blades to penetrate the chest of the purple-robed monk without any hindrance.

In less than half a breath, the Qingyang Demon Fire turned him into black ash, and his life essence and soul were burned out, turning into fuel for the demon fire to grow stronger.

Afterwards, the mother and child Soul-Chasing Blades quickly carried the purple-robed monk's storage bag and hurried back. At this time, the black bird, which was the incarnation of the spiritual weapon, arrived late and could only watch and sigh.