Immortal Palace Longevity

Thinking of this, Liu Yu had already aroused his murderous intent and was ready to attack.

Let's see what this person says first, and be ready to attack first at any time.

"Ahem"

Xie Junjie's lips turned pale, and he coughed twice heavily. A little blood appeared on the palm that covered his mouth, and his injury looked worse.

But a trace of greed flashed in the depths of his eyes.

If he was not mistaken, it should be a flying magic weapon used for flying, right?

This magic weapon is comparable to the speed of his own secret magic. In terms of value, it should be higher than two ordinary top-grade magic weapons. It is highly sought after by cultivators, and it may not be bought even with spirit stones.

And this is just one of them. This junior brother Liu only has the cultivation level of the initial stage of foundation building, but he has taken out five top-grade items in succession. How can he not be jealous?

What virtue and ability does Liu Yu have to have so many!

Xie Junjie was born in a small family with four foundation-building cultivators. Because he was a dual-spiritual-root cultivator, he received family resources and cultivated smoothly to the foundation-building stage.

But his family was only a small family after all, and it was nothing in Yuanyang Sect. After he was promoted to the foundation-building stage, it could not provide much help.

Because of the lack of cultivation resources, Xie Junjie cultivated for nearly 30 years to reach the middle stage of foundation-building after the foundation-building stage, and now he is stuck in the bottleneck of the late stage, and has not been able to make any progress for more than ten years.

It was not easy to collect spirit stones and buy a pill to break through the bottleneck, but it failed in the end. How could he not be angry?

If he continued to be stuck in the bottleneck of the late stage of foundation-building, the last glimmer of hope of impacting the golden elixir would disappear. Xie Junjie could not accept this result at all, so he had some "bold" ideas.

And Liu Yu, who was an alchemist with several magic tools and a low cultivation level, was one of his targets.

"It's your rudeness, Senior Brother. Since Junior Brother Liu's magic weapon can only carry one person, I won't force it."

"Let's set off as soon as possible. My injuries are almost uncontrollable."

"As long as Junior Brother Liu helps me leave the Cold Mist Forest, I will remember this favor."

"If you have any requests, I will do it!"

Xie Junjie said with a "sincere" face. His voice seemed a little hoarse because of the injury, but he was very firm.

While speaking, he waved his arm and put it down seemingly normally.

A flying needle with very small fluctuations and almost transparent flew out of his sleeve and shot towards Liu Yu. The attack was extremely concealed.

"Senior Brother Xie, you don't have to..."

Liu Yu was about to reply without changing his expression, but before he finished speaking, his keen spiritual sense began to warn him.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart, and his spiritual sense locked onto the transparent flying needle with a sweep.

This flying needle has reached the level of a top-grade magic weapon!

But Liu Yu, who was well prepared, was not panicked. He instantly injected his magic power and blocked the diamond flag in his hand in front of him.

"Ding"

A crisp sound sounded by the stream.

The transparent flying needle was blocked by the flagpole of the diamond flag, colliding with sporadic sparks, and then retreated back without success.

Flying needles, a "yin weapon", are always effective in sneak attacks and piercing shields, but they often fail to gain an advantage when colliding head-on with magic weapons of the same level.

Since Xie Junjie has already made a move, it means that the two of them have torn their faces, and the fragile relationship between the same sect has also been broken.

The two of them sacrificed their respective magic weapons and spiritual weapons in an instant, and they were merciless in their attacks.

How could Xie Junjie still look seriously injured at this time?

His face was cold, his eyes were sinister and vicious, and he raised his hand and sacrificed a halberd with an ancient style.

"Top-grade spiritual weapon!"

There was a green dragon phantom swimming on the halberd. With the cultivation of the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, its might was even greater than that of the fire bird transformed by Li Xuanjian!

It was even more powerful than that!

When the halberd was swung, the sound of wind was like a swimming dragon. As soon as they fought, Li Xuanjian was completely at a disadvantage.

It made him defend more and attack less. If he continued to be defeated, it would only be a matter of time!

"Is this the confidence of this person?"

Liu Yu frowned when he saw this, but soon relaxed.

Although his cultivation was one level lower, the quality of his mana was no less than that of ordinary foundation building cultivators.

Li Xuanjian and the ancient halberd were both top-grade spiritual weapons. Even if there was a difference in quality, they should not be so terrible.

In any case, they should not be completely at a disadvantage after a confrontation.

Then the cultivation method practiced by this person was probably not an ordinary cultivation method, so his strength was far beyond that of ordinary cultivators, and he easily got rid of the Hehuan Sect cultivators.

All kinds of reasons added up to this one-sided situation.

Thinking of this, Liu Yu's heart moved, and he took out a palm-sized oval mirror with a golden pattern on the frame.

He injected magic power and aimed it at the ancient halberd in the air. A white light emerged from the mirror and instantly shone on the halberd.

This white light did not contain a trace of impurities, it was pure silver-white, and seemed brighter than the bright moon.

This was the golden mirror that had not been used for a long time and could interfere with the operation of spiritual power in the magic weapon!

The ancient halberd was illuminated by the silver-white mirror light, and its power began to decline rapidly until it dropped a little, and the speed of the green dragon swimming on the halberd was also slowed down.

But even so, Li Xuanjian was still no match for the ancient halberd, but the situation was much better, so he would not be defeated quickly.

"Is this the only effect?"

Liu Yu frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied.

But now is not the time to think about these things, he opened his mouth and asked Xie Junjie:

"Why did Senior Brother Xie do this? Did you forget the sect's rules?"

"Killing one's fellow disciples is a serious crime!"

"Once Liu reports to the sect, you will be hunted down by the sect to the ends of the earth."

"By then, although Chu is big, there will be no place for you!"

Liu Yu spoke righteously, firmly occupying the moral high ground to accuse Xie Junjie, trying to delay time.

His left hand quietly touched the storage bag, and a talisman with a golden halberd painted on the surface was drawn into the sleeve, and began to inject liquid mana.

It was the Vajra Halberd Talisman purchased from Duobao Pavilion!

"No, no, no, how could one's fellow disciples kill one's fellow disciples?"

"This place is controlled by the Hehuan Sect, and my junior brother should have died at the hands of the Hehuan Sect monks."

"There are only you and me here. As long as my junior brother dies, everything will be unknown to the gods and ghosts. How can the sect know?"

"I advise my junior brother to surrender obediently, so as not to suffer later!"

Xie Junjie sneered repeatedly, without any regret in his words, and even began to threaten Liu Yu.

Seeing that he had no guilt at all and looked calm and composed, he was probably an "old hand".

"Talisman treasure!"

But soon Xie Junjie could no longer laugh, because he noticed Liu Yu's little trick and said in horror with wide eyes.

"Yes, if he died on the way to perform the sect's mission, it would be completely blamed on the monks of Hehuan Sect."

Liu Yu's pupils under his eyelashes were dark and deep, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the horrified Xie Junjie and said coldly.

After the voice fell, the talisman in his hand, which had been injected with enough mana, loosened and controlled to fly upwards.

Then the talisman burst into dazzling golden light, and a mighty aura that shook the hearts of the foundation-building monks spread out, covering the land within a range of two or three miles beside the stream.