Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Night Breeze hunted, murderous.

A figure in the woods ran in a hurry, and he looked behind him from time to time.

"Did you get rid of it?"

While muttering to himself, his eyes narrowed, then he gritted his teeth and activated his limited spiritual power, and continued to run wildly.

The blessing of the Yufeng Jue did not bring him a cool feeling, but a kind of panic that burned all inside.

Just because behind him, a cultivator in blue was chasing after him on a frisbee.

"Wednesday, you can't run away!"

Turning a deaf ear on Wednesday, he frantically marched towards the Xiaoyue Mountains.

As long as he entered the Xiaoyue Mountains, he could rely on the complex terrain and get rid of Gao Tinger.

The flying speed of Yufeng is far faster than the lotus leaf frisbee.

However, the spiritual power consumed by casting spells must be much higher than that of the lotus-leaf frisbee, which is a flying tool.

Gao Tinger's face was gloomy, and he followed far behind.

As long as he senses that the distance has been extended enough, he will use his spiritual power to speed up and catch up.

"Hehe, instead of running to the headquarters of the Poshan Gang, instead of running to this wilderness in a panic, it's really a way to die."

With a sneer, Gao Tinger pinched a talisman in his hand, ready to be activated at any time.

But as the surrounding scenery gradually changed, Gao Tinger's face became cloudy and uncertain.

"No, he wants to run into the mountains!"

The members of the Broken Mountain Gang are much more familiar with the nearby mountains than those who have been walking on the big rivers all year round.

If I really want to let him run in and hide for two or three days, I really have nothing to do with him.

"Forget it, this talisman can only be wasted on you."

Gao Tinger did not hesitate, put away the lotus leaf frisbee, took out a khaki talisman and stuck it on his body.

Spiritual power injection.

The next moment, a figure rolled up the yellow light, roaring like an earth dragon.

The distance to the enemy in front is also getting closer.

Aware of this scene, the souls of the dead rushed out on Wednesday, but no matter how much they mobilized their spiritual power, they couldn't get away.

Yufeng Jue also has a limit.

"Wednesday, die!"

Amid the soft shouting, a flying sword flew from hundreds of meters away.

laugh!

On Wednesday, he staggered a step, did not fall, but ran even more desperately.

Gao Tinger recalled the flying sword, which was stained with a layer of bright red blood.

"It's quite bearable, I don't know how many rounds you can carry."

Gao Tinger continued to chase, and the night wind hit his face, which felt a little refreshing.

"Fellow Daoist, save me!"

The cry for help came, extremely shrill.

Luo Chen's face turned extremely ugly, and he hid behind the door, with a stack of talismans hanging on his waist, and a soul-breaking nail in his hand.

"Help mom, don't come towards me!"

His internal complaints must not be heard on Wednesday.

On the contrary, Wednesday even rushed towards his house in a daze.

"Dajiang is helping you with errands, and the idlers will go away!"

With a bang, a huge fireball suddenly lit up in the dark night sky.

Through the crack of the door, Luo Chen's eyes widened.

Damn you, what are you going to do?

The next moment, a big fireball crashed down like a meteorite, aiming at not only Wednesday, but also Luo Chen's yard.

boom!

Gao Tinger floated to the ground, the yellow light on his body disappeared, and the magic amulet was completely scrapped.

Facing the half-collapsed side, the flames of the burning house.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground.

"It's pretty good at pretending to be dead."

Before the words were finished, the corpse on the ground just turned over, and a flying sword passed through his body, thrusting him forcefully on the ground.

With a sneer, Gao Tinger glanced sideways.

"Are you going to get out on your own, or are you going to be burned alive inside?"

What answered him was a fireball.

"Small tricks, you dare to use an ax in front of me!"

As soon as Gao Tinger raised his hand, a khaki mask covered his body, and the fireball hit it, creating a layer of khaki halo, and then annihilated.

He reached out and made a move, and the flying sword on the ground came back to his hand with a whoosh.

"Senior, show mercy!"

Gao Tinger looked at the man who came out of the window in a panic, and shook his head in disdain.

It's just a waste of Qi Refining Level 4.

Suddenly, he shouted angrily: "How courageous!"

Another fireball hit him.

The fireball wasn't scary, what he was angry about was that the opponent was only on the fourth level of Qi Refining, and after seeing him, he dared to attack him.

Furious, Fei Jian wanted to make a move.

As for the fireball, he didn't care about it at all.

My Xutu shield has the highest defensive power of most low-level spells, not to mention fireball, even meteor fire rain can't break it.

However, the next moment, his expression changed.

After the fireball was annihilated, a ray of black light pierced his cover like a knife cutting tofu, and then went straight to his chest.

laugh!

"Broken soul."

boom! boom! boom!

Under the night, a figure moved like a ghost, his hands kept making moves, and balls of fireballs were crazily shot out.

Gao Tinger once wanted to stretch the soil cover again, but he couldn't get the slightest breath from the non-stop fireball attack.

"His casting speed is so fast!"

This was Gottinger's only thought before he fell.

Luo Chen stood two hundred meters away, staring at the fallen corpse.

"It may be playing dead. I used this trick before, and that person also used this trick."

"So, you have to try it out!"

Without hesitation, Luo Chen shot another fireball.

Boom!

The body was unresponsive, as if utterly dead.

Luo Chen is still not sure, the distance is so far, if the other party is really pretending to be dead, he still has a chance to escape.

But if he wasn't really on the brink of extinction, how could he pretend to be dead?

Luo Chen's eyes lit up, he said a short formula, and his fingers moved suddenly.

On the ground in the distance, a stream of blue light snaked out like a vine, wrapping around the monk's neck.

"Zheng!"

There was the sound of a sword, and Luo Chen was startled, and then increased his spiritual power injection.

The vine twisted his neck tightly, and it didn't gradually dissipate until his head was twisted twice.

"It's really pretending to be dead, but it's a pity that this trick is useless in front of me."

Relieved, Luo Chen walked up to the corpse.

Looking at the twist-like neck and the face with a strange expression, Luo Chen's mood this time is very calm.

He didn't have the anger of being hurt by Chi Yu, nor the pride of attacking and killing the enemy.

Sometimes, it is very easy to adapt to a certain atmosphere.

Luo Chen's adaptability has always been very good!

He just sighed, the entanglement technique can really kill people, and he will never laugh at a certain god king again.

Shaking. Forget it, looking at the twisted neck, shaking the head is really a bit penetrating.

Luo Chen started to touch the corpse with ease.

A swallow-shaped flying sword, the specific quality will be seen later.

A lotus leaf frisbee, he knows this, low-grade flying magic weapon, Wanbaolou sells for 150 yuan, which is half the price of ordinary first-grade low-grade artifacts.

The robes are ruined.

Hey, there is also a close-fitting inner armor, no wonder it is still stiff and not dead after being subjected to my soul-breaking nail and more than a dozen fireballs.

It's a pity that it was also scrapped.

Are there any spirit stones? Do you have any exercises? Is there even a storage bag?

Damn, what a poor ghost!

Picking out the Soul Breaking Nail from his chest, Luo Chen cursed and touched another corpse.

In the end, I only got a set of flying knives and a small bag of spirit stones, and nothing else.

Gan, another poor man!

"A group of poor ghosts, what kind of life do they play every day!"

After complaining, Luo Chen looked back at his burning house, wanting to cry but not crying.

"The local gangs are so rude!"