Immortal Road

Chapter 384

Swallowing

Shichuan looked at the fragment of treasure coldly. The pattern on the fragment of treasure was clearly visible. Shichuan was actually shocked, because Shichuan seemed to see similar patterns on the inside of the small spirit gathering tripod.

Shichuan thought to himself: "This thing is just a fragment, but it has such power. If it was not damaged back then, it must have been an incredible treasure."

However, with this fragment of treasure, Shichuan did not dare to control the Qinggang Sword and Queling Sword.

"Quick!" Shichuan shouted lightly, and a series of flying swords flew out from Shichuan's sleeves. These flying swords were all magic swords refined by Shichuan during the Qi training period. From the current point of view, they are all inferior things. In the battle between the foundation-building cultivators, they have no place at all.

This time, Shichuan threw out almost all the low-level flying swords, and there was a black mass in the air. Hundreds of flying swords flew towards the old man.

A sneer flashed in the old man's eyes. He waved his hand, and golden light sprayed out. Dozens of flying swords melted into molten iron and scattered.

However, there were so many flying swords that they flew away before the old man could completely destroy them.

"So many low-level flying swords, what's the use of more?" The old man laughed loudly, and a golden light emerged from his head, and then wrapped around his whole body. The whole body was covered with golden light.

The flying sword flew above the golden light and immediately broke into two pieces.

The old man was even more delighted. He guessed that Ishikawa was worried that the flying sword would be swallowed, so he took this desperate measure.

However, this also showed that Ishikawa had no power to fight back.

"That's good. Those treasures will not be damaged. I will kill him and they will all be mine." The old man was overjoyed.

Just when the old man was happy, a flying sword suddenly broke, but this flying sword was different from the other flying swords. There was a small box attached to the flying sword. The flying sword broke and the box was opened.

Some of the white water sprayed out.

The old man wanted to kill Ishikawa so much that he didn't notice that the white water was sprinkled on the old man's body-protecting golden light as the flying sword broke.

"Sizzle!" Thick smoke rolled.

The body-protecting golden light was corroded by the white water, and the white water continued to enter.

The old man's Taoist robe and inner armor were also corroded.

The old man was shocked. He didn't expect the white water to be so powerful. Before he could react, the white water had entered his body, and his spiritual power was corroded crazily by the white water.

"What is this?" The old man shouted loudly. The intense pain and loss of spiritual power made him furious.

The old man waved his arm, and a huge flag flew out from behind him and flew towards Ishikawa.

On the flag, traces of blood kept dripping.

The old man sat cross-legged, and shot out golden light from his hands, injecting it into the place covered by the white water.

Although the red flag was unmanned, it was extremely fast. In the center of the flag, there was a huge ghost head.

The flag looked like a sea of ​​blood.

The ghost head was constantly flashing up and down in the sea of ​​blood.

Ishikawa's spiritual sense slightly investigated and found that the ghost head was made of souls, and the flag was the spiritual weapon where the ghost head was hiding.

It seems that the old man also has a lot of insights into the art of refining weapon spirits.

The flag grew bigger and bigger, and finally grew to more than thirty feet, surrounding Ishikawa.

At this time, the seven monks who went out to collect spiritual herbs also heard the movement and quickly returned on their swords. When they saw the red flag, they couldn't help but be shocked.

The monstrous bloody breath emanating from the flag made them unable to retreat.

As long as they got close, the blood in the flag would make them lose their minds.

These seven people were guarding seven places. They also saw the old man sitting cross-legged and the red flag that had been completely covered by Ishikawa.

Obviously, Ishikawa was at a disadvantage.

"Fellow Daoists, hurry up and make your move!" a cultivator shouted, flying his flying sword and flying towards the old man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The golden light on the old man's head flashed, and the fragmented treasure emitted a strong suction force, sucking all the flying swords within thirty feet of him.

At the same time, the spiritual consciousness connected with the flying sword was completely cut off.

The seven people showed horror in their eyes, and it was obvious that the strength of this old man should not be underestimated.

"It's none of your business here, get out of here, or don't blame me for taking action!" the old man said coldly. The red flag was the old man's natal treasure, and the ghost head in it was made by him with decades of hard work and careful refining.

If there were another ten years of refining, this blood-colored flag could resist the Jindan stage cultivator.

But at this time, the old man was eroded by the white water, and he couldn't stop it, so he had to use this natal magic weapon, but he didn't expect that the seven people would come back again.

The seven people were all stunned. The old man was able to wrap up Shi Chuan with a red flag, so his cultivation must be very high. Moreover, he took away their flying swords in an instant, which made them a little frightened.

Fight or retreat? The seven people hesitated.

"If Fellow Daoist Shi is killed by him, the seven of us will not be able to survive in Lijiang!" A cultivator shouted and flew out his flying sword again.

The old man sneered, and the fragmented treasure flashed a brilliance, and the flying sword was swallowed up again.

"I say it again, get out! Otherwise, don't blame me for taking action."

The seven people were all shocked, retreated more than two hundred feet, and looked over from a distance. They didn't have many flying swords in their hands. If they were swallowed like this, they would soon have no flying swords to use.

And in the red flag, Ishikawa looked at the blood-red ghost head in it with cold eyes.

This reminded Ishikawa of the strange pickaxe. In order to avoid the pursuit of ghosts, Ishikawa hid the pickaxe in the valley.

The bloody smell on the pickaxe is very similar to the ghost head.

If the pickaxe is here, it should be able to swallow the ghost head directly.

The red flag kept fluttering, like a sea of ​​blood, wrapping Ishikawa up.

The ghost head was looming in the sea of ​​blood, making a hissing sound.

At this moment, a black light suddenly shot out from the sea of ​​blood. The blind dragon actually ignored Ishikawa's mental control and flew in. The blind dragon shuttled through the sea of ​​blood and fought with the ghost head.

Ishikawa was slightly surprised

, but since Ishikawa got the blind dragon, the blind dragon rarely had such uncontrollable actions.

The blind dragon was like this, which just showed that the ghost head was of great benefit to him.

This sea of ​​blood was like a huge formation, and Ishikawa could not leave. He simply sat cross-legged and watched the fight between the blind dragon and the ghost head.

Obviously, the blind dragon had a lot of advantages, and the ghost head did not give in.

In this sea of ​​blood, the ghost head had no rules to follow, and could cross dozens of feet in an instant.

At this moment, the blind dragon opened its mouth and a blood-red bead spurted out of its mouth. Where the blood-red bead was, the surrounding sea of ​​blood began to roll violently.

The ghost head also emerged from the sea of ​​blood, staring at the blood-red bead with greed.

"Huh!" The ghost head could not help but fly over.

The blind dragon made a sharp cry and rushed over. One red and one black, they entangled and rolled in the sea of ​​blood.

Ishikawa was not worried. Although the ghost head was protected by the sea of ​​blood, his breath was very weak. Obviously, he did not have spiritual consciousness, and should be considered a very weak spirit.

With the strength of the blind dragon, it was more than enough to deal with it.

What interested Ishikawa was the blood-red bead that the blind dragon vomited out.

Ishikawa originally thought that this bead was one of the inner elixirs of the blind dragon, but he did not expect that this thing actually existed in the body of the blind dragon.

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On the periphery of the blood-colored formation, the old man was sweating profusely.

The white water eroded his body bit by bit. Although he wanted to catalyze it with spiritual power, this white water was a treasure that Ishikawa got from the Tianyuan Treasury.

Hundreds of Qi training cultivators died in the white water back then. But for the foundation-building cultivators, although this white water would not kill them immediately, it was still a maggot in the tarsal bones and could not be removed.

The old man felt a chill in his heart. If this white water was on his legs, he might have made up his mind to cut off his legs, but this white water eroded his abdomen. After a short delay, it had entered the dantian.

The spiritual power was also eroded a lot.

The amount of white water is very small, but it will erode the entire Dantian bit by bit. In this way, this body cannot be saved, and the only choice is to find a suitable body to take over.

The old man's eyes showed resentment.

At this moment, the blood-red formation exploded with a bang, and the blood-red ghost head, with a red bead in its mouth, flew towards the old man, and the black blind dragon chased closely.

The old man said nothing and directly flew out the fragment treasure.

When Ishikawa saw this, he was immediately shocked. The fragment treasure was rushing towards the blind dragon.

"Thunder Tribulation!" Ishikawa shouted, and a blue arc flew to the old man in an instant.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the Taoist robe on the old man was completely destroyed, revealing the close-fitting inner armor. On the silver inner armor, there was a fist-sized hole, which was actually empty.

And the fragment treasure also fell down and landed on the ground.

The figure of the ghost head stagnated slightly, and a strange look suddenly flashed in his eyes. He jumped more than 30 feet and fled away.

"Not good, this person is possessed by the ghost head!" Ishikawa thought to himself that it was not good. If this person escaped, he would not be able to achieve anything big, but in the mouth of the ghost head, there was a blood-red bead of the blind dragon.

This bead came from the ghost spirit. When he arranged the ghost soul blood array, he used it as the array center. The preciousness of this thing is self-evident.

Ishikawa couldn't figure out why the blind dragon spit out this blood-red bead?

Before Ishikawa finished thinking, the blind dragon made a light cry, and the ghost head began to shrink slowly, solidifying bit by bit.

The blind dragon opened its mouth, and the ghost head actually retreated involuntarily.

"Daoyou, spare my life..." Before the old man finished speaking, the blind dragon swallowed him into his stomach, and his figure flashed back to Ishikawa's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ishikawa glanced at the seven people in the distance, and without saying much, he flew over and collected the old man's storage bag and the fragmented treasures.

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