Immortal Palace Longevity

"stop!"

A tall, thin old man with white hair and white hair and a wrinkled face, who looked to be in his seventies or eighty years old and at the eighth level of Qi Refining, roared angrily.

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

At his current age, his path to immortality has been cut off, and he has no hope of getting any closer, so he places all his obsession with immortality on his granddaughter who has good spiritual roots.

The death of his granddaughter was like a bolt from the blue to this old man who had lived for more than eighty years.

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

Seeing that the person who took action was none other than the Yuanyang Sect monk, and that he was extremely powerful, he did not step forward to die in vain, nor did he speak rudely out of resentment.

Yuanyang Sect is the overlord of Qingzhou and is far beyond the reach of the Huang family. He must not bring disaster to the family because of his own reasons.

The tall and thin old man looked at Yan Hongyu, Liu Yu and the others with hatred in his eyes, while standing there waiting for the arrival of the clan members.

But this was just his wishful thinking after all. Yan Hongyu and the other ten foundation-building monks didn't stop at all and quickly headed down the mountain.

Under the command of Yue Liang, the city guards dispersed into several small teams and followed behind the ten people.

As soon as the tall and thin old man entered the attack range of the magic weapon, thirty spears came out of his hand in an instant. The spearheads flashed with cold light and stabbed at the old master and the Huang family monks who were approaching him.

"Fellow Taoists of Yuanyang Sect, do you have..."

The tall, thin old man suppressed the heavy grief in his heart and spoke, his voice extremely hoarse.

However, before he could finish speaking, five or six standard spears continued to shoot at him, blocking his unfinished words forever.

These middle-grade spear magic weapons are all made of the same materials by the Yuanyang Sect, and are made by highly accomplished weapon refiners in a unified manner, which greatly reduces the refining cost, but their power is not half weaker than ordinary middle-grade magic weapons.

The tall and thin old man was experienced in fighting. He quickly took out two magic weapons, one offensive and one defensive, in order to resist and intercept.

But all this is in vain. How can one person resist the joint attack of multiple monks of the same level when their cultivation levels are almost the same?

"Heh~heh~"

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

The old master's eyes are still open, but the breath of life has passed away, and he died together with his dream of immortality.

This round of action went smoothly as expected, killing the master old man and several Huang family monks who gathered towards him, and could not even delay the Yuanyang Sect's group for half a breath.

All of this happened very quickly. From the time when Guiyuan Zhou landed to when he killed the tall and thin old man, only seven breaths had passed.

The city guards did not show mercy at all. They took back their magical weapons as they ran, followed the ten foundation-building monks, and rushed down the mountain two or three feet at a time.

"thump"

As the magic weapon was withdrawn, several corpses fell to the ground without support.

Two breaths later, Liu Yu had arrived at the bodies of the tall, thin old man and the young girl.

In line with the principle of not wasting, he paused briefly, opened his mouth and spit out the Qingyang Demonic Fire, floating on his left hand and burning slowly.

Then he used his right hand to release dozens of rays of green flames, flying towards the recently dead bodies.

The green flames fluttered on the corpse, burning the corpse into ashes in less than half a breath, and the flames seemed to burn more vigorously.

Liu Yu shot forward and backward with his left hand, and dozens of wisps of flames quickly flew back to his hand.

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

Through the close mental connection, Liu Yu instantly understood the extent of the increase in the power of Qingyang Demonic Fire.

If the first offensive and defensive battle in Bingliu Spiritual Medicine Garden, burning the alive purple-clothed monks in the early stage of foundation building, the life and soul energy obtained were regarded as "one degree".

Then the energy absorbed by killing the white-bearded old man in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment encountered while searching for the spiritual grass was only "half a degree".

The energy provided by the twenty Qi Refining monks who died in the Huang family was only about "0.01 degree", which was pitifully little.

On the one hand, life and soul energy are most abundant when the monk is alive, and they will dissipate quickly after death; on the other hand, during the Qi Refining Period, both life and the prototype of the soul are far inferior to those of the foundation-building monks.

As for the monks in the Qi Refining Period of the Huang family, not only are their life essences extremely low, they are also dead, and their life and soul energy have been dissipated a lot. Therefore, it is normal for the Qingyang Demonic Fire to absorb even tenths of a degree of energy.

When Yan Hongyu and Li Buong saw Liu Yu's magical power of fire, they looked sideways and looked a little strange.

But he had no special emotions about using corpses to cultivate demonic fire, let alone the "strange" idea of ​​cleaning up the portal.

The five major sects of the Chu State are all neutral sects. No matter what kind of skills they practice, they will not interfere with evil or demonic skills.

He believes that both righteous and evil methods are ways to pursue immortality, 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 kill mortals indiscriminately for the sake of practicing evil skills.

Only when the base of mortals is large enough can enough children with spiritual roots be produced to inject fresh blood into the sect.

In the eyes of the sect, mortals are also an indispensable resource and the foundation of the sect's sustainable development, so they naturally do not allow wanton killing.

Of course, if you secretly kill in small batches and are not caught, then the sect will turn a blind eye, but you can't go too far.

Yan Hongyu and Li Bu Tong did not think that there was anything wrong with using corpses to cultivate magic fire. The sect rules did not prohibit it, not to mention that the Huang family cultivators had nothing to do with them.

But this behavior was indeed disliked by ordinary cultivators. Liu Yu noticed that several fellow foundation-building disciples frowned slightly, but did not speak in the end.

After absorbing the energy in two breaths, Liu Yu sped up to keep up with the pace of Yan Hongyu and Li Bu Tong, and killed down the mountain.

The Huang family cultivators who were avoiding him along the way, before the city guards took action, Liu Yu gently blew the Qingyang magic fire in his hand, blowing off a bunch of lamp flowers.

The light blue lamp flowers were emitting green light, which looked beautiful and exuded an unsettling atmosphere. They seemed to be slow but actually fast and floated towards the Huang family cultivators.

The Qingyang magic fire has experienced several growths, and the power of these years is still the same. Its power is no longer the same as before.

"Ah~"

The magic weapon offered by the Huang family cultivator did not last long, and soon the spiritual light dimmed and fell to the ground. The shields such as the "Vajra Talisman" were burned like paper, and could not even block it for half a breath.

These ordinary Qi-refining cultivators could not resist the attack of the Qingyang Demon Fire at all. In just a few breaths, their lives were devoured by the flames, turning them into fuel for their own growth, and then they were called back by Liu Yu from a long distance.

Yan Hongyu, Liu Yu, Li Bu Tong and ten other foundation-building cultivators went down all the way. Whether they were cultivators or mortals along the way, they were all ruthlessly killed, and they could not let them stop for even a breath.

They walked very fast all the way down, and it took nearly fifteen breaths before they stopped for the first time near the mountainside.