Immortality Begins with the Master of Alchemy

Chapter 532: Destroy Nantian, gather the flying swallows, and all cultivators surrender!

Hand in hand with the Xuanhuo Sword, with a well-timed sentence, the tip of the sword rose diagonally.

A flash of light appeared, and then suddenly expanded, turning into a scorching sun. When there was no time to shine, it was covered under the hood.

  The Burning Sun Technique!

After a round of scorching sun hit, Luo Chen didn't even look at the effect. He raised the palm of his left hand and kept bending his five fingers to make secrets. The long sword in his right hand was making outlines in the void, and he was mumbling words with a mysterious sound.

　　When the Fierce Sun Technique exploded, an embarrassed figure finally caught Luo Chen's eyes.

Two blue water dragons, reduced by 30% of their size, separated from him, one on the left and one on the right, and rushed towards Luo Chen.

Luo Chen didn't care about these two water dragons. Two black lights flew out from his body and rushed towards them one on the left and one on the right.

And he himself slowly pressed down with the Xuanhuo Sword.

 “Landslide!”

 In the void, an illusory mountain of mana slowly pressed down.

 In his eyes, he saw the skinny yellow-faced man, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth and his cassock torn.

 He stared at Luo Chen with fierce eyes, holding a long black flag and waving it upward.

 “The Formation of Ten Thousand Souls Rises!”

　　The infinite black mist that had been defeated before suddenly let out thousands of screams, rose up from the ground, and rushed towards the illusory mountain of mana.

In an instant, the endless black mist turned into a long black dragon, roaring ferociously.

In an instant, the black dragon and the volcano collided.

That big mountain was in a stalemate for a moment, and then suddenly collapsed.

Yan Nantian laughed ferociously, "You can show off even if you have a small skill."

Amid the sneers, the long flag waved even more crazily, and the black dragon condensed with black mist roared to the sky, trying to sweep away all the mountains in one fell swoop.

 At this, Luo Chen sneered.

 A person with little knowledge.

 The technique of landslide is precisely to cause landslide.

This is how you show your power!

The next moment, layers of flowing fire appeared in the collapsed mana mountain, rolling down like waves or magma, completely covering Heilong and Yan Nantian.

Not only that.

The fiery miasma that was mixed into the Ten Thousand Souls Formation before, all the evil spirits exploded at this time, and the filthy evil spirits filled the air, destroying its composition from the black dragon's body.

Especially where a ray of gray light passed, the dragon body composed of black mist disintegrated inch by inch.

Yan Nantian finally realized something was wrong.

  But in such a formation, it is difficult to get off the tiger, so we can only use our best strength to drive the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to survive this wave.

Luo Chen was multitasking and glanced at both sides.

The two black lights and the blue water dragon, after several collisions, the winner has been determined.

The air-breaking nails and the soul-breaking nails were driven into the dragon's head, making a clanging sound inside.

“This should be the water-dividing thorn, one of the three treasures of Yan Nantian. It really has the power to divide water and transform into a dragon.”

　　After taking a quick look, Luo Chen saw that the two black nails were competing equally, so Luo Chen stopped paying attention.

 The left hand suddenly rested on the chest, no longer making the seal.

On the Xuanhuo Sword in his right hand, clusters of streams of light began to tremble.

Every tremor represents a huge amount of mana pouring out of Luo Chen's body.

With such a huge stack of mana, even Luo Chen could vaguely hear whining sounds coming from the sword of this low-grade magic weapon flying sword, which was not very good in quality.

"Nine Yangs are already at their peak. If there are any more, this sword will not be able to withstand my domineering power."

Luo Chen sighed in his heart, and then pointed the tip of his sword in the void of the night.

　　Every time I point it out, a glimmer of light appears.

 Every time it is pointed out, it is a different direction.

Not long after, Luo Chen stopped moving the Xuanhuo Sword, and the whining in the sword finally stopped.

At the same time, the battle below also ended.

At some point, Yan Nantian was forced to the lowest point. His feet stepped on the water out of thin air, and his beard and hair were bent and blackened, as if they had been burned.

The cassock on his body was even more torn, exposing most of his naked chest. There are numerous scars on it, which shows how many life-and-death fights he has experienced in his life.

 His hands were trembling.

Hand in hand is a long flag, the darkness is no longer deep, and the black mist covering it has been reduced by half.

 He looked at Luo Chen in confusion: "What kind of magic is that?"

 “This technique causes landslides, but it’s only the second level.”

Faced with his question, Luo Chen answered it unhurriedly, as if everything was under control.

Yan Nantian stared, "How can a mere second-level spell break my Ten Thousand Souls Banner's Ten Thousand Soul Formation?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly, "Spells have different grades, but their power only depends on the ability of the caster. Just like your Ten Thousand Soul Banner, if it is in the hands of a strong person from Yuan Mo Sect's soul refining lineage, It should be several times more powerful than you! Don’t you understand such a simple truth?”

Yan Nantian’s expression condensed.

I have to say that what Luo Chen said is indeed true.

But along the way, he had little time and space to practice his spells quietly. He finally got a chance to breathe for a hundred years, and focused on improving his realm. He couldn't even distract himself from cultivating a treasure.

 He understood the truth, but it was in vain.

 He pursed his lips and said, "Last question, what is your name?"

 I didn’t ask about the purpose, nor the origin, nor the grudges. I just wanted to know what Luo Chen’s name was.

 After asking this topic, he did not wait for the answer.

Hold a long flag in his hand, wrapping himself in layers, and then opened his mouth and spit out a small blue sword.

The small sword spurted out brilliance, shrouding him, and then suddenly rushed towards Luo Chen.

Facing this scene, Luo Chen still had a faint smile on his lips.

How could he not see that the other party was recovering his energy and sorting out the meridians in his body just now, in order to mobilize more mana in the golden elixir.

 But he still accompanied the other party and talked about such a drama.

 Because, he is waiting too!

 “I am Qingyang, fellow Taoist, I wish you a good trip on the road to Huangquan!”

With a slight whistle, Luo Chen exhaled a long breath of white air.

The next moment, nine rays of light suddenly burst out in the night sky and turned into huge fireballs, like the blazing sun.

In an instant, nine suns crossed the sky, wrapping the blue light together.

 “Explode!”

　　Boom!

It was clearly an explosion of the Nine Styles of Fierce Sun Technique, but at this moment, there was only one sound between heaven and earth.

In the past, Luo Chen could also cast the Burning Sun Technique instantly at will, and he could even cast eight or nine Burning Sun Techniques in a row.

However, the detonation of this technique is mostly done one by one.

 But this time, it was nine days in the sky, and all nine suns exploded!

 The sudden burst of power was even higher than many third-level spells.

The ten-mile flat lake is no longer shrouded in black fog, but this time, what is reflected is no longer the bright white moonlight, but the red sun!

 The terrifying mana fluctuations first shrank inwards and then suddenly expanded outwards.

 Huge air waves, like tsunamis, are pushed in all directions in layers, and their coverage continues to expand.

Ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles...Looking at its posture, it has the potential to affect thousands of miles!

The cultivators on the Feiyan Islands who were watching the battle couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this scene. Everyone even screamed and retreated crazily.

 I am afraid that the aftermath of this battle will affect Chiyu.

 Cheng Dou, who was responsible for maintaining the water mirror technique, changed his expression greatly. He didn't know whether to return it or to stay where he was.

Cheng Haixin, Cheng Haichang and others who had already fled to the rear looked at Cheng Dou who was hesitant to retreat and quickly shouted: "Brother, retreat quickly!"

Hearing this voice, Cheng Dou, who was originally hesitant, gritted his teeth and became determined.

In this battle, Luo Chen gave him such a task, and he could retreat no matter how hard he said it.

Hands kept making seals, and light shields blocked the front.

In just a few breaths, the wave of terror had already swept around me.

However!

Just when it was about to hit Cheng Dou, the air wave stopped.

Only the strong wind blew the man's long hair tied behind his back to fly wildly.

Cheng Dou's face turned a little pale, and he raised his head with difficulty to look at the water mirror above his head.

 On it, ripples ripple.

 The pictures in it are still lifelike.

 At this point, he was only shocked by how powerful the Qingyang Demon Lord was in controlling his spells.

Whether it is the burst range of the fire spell or the remaining solid water mirror technique, they have undoubtedly reached the peak level of their respective spells.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

He breathed a long sigh of relief and turned back to look at the frightened monks.

“Everyone, this distance is the best distance chosen by Demon Lord Qingyang to watch the battle. If you don’t believe me, how can you still not trust Lord Demon Lord?”

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, speechless for a moment.

At this moment, a crisp exclamation came from the crowd.

"Danger!"

In the water mirror picture, under the nine suns that seemed to be able to destroy everything, a blue light stood out and went straight towards Luo Chen!

 …

 On the ten-mile flat lake, Luo Chen raised his eyebrows. The Xuanhuo Sword was switched to his left hand behind his back, and his right hand suddenly stretched out, and pointed like a sword in the gap between them, and caught the sword tip out of thin air.

Ding!

"It's a pretty good flying sword, but it's a pity that it's at the end of its useful life."

While muttering to himself, the blue flying sword disintegrated inch by inch, turning into pieces and falling to reveal themselves in the mud at the bottom of the lake.

And Luo Chen's eyes have been cast in another direction.

Under the cover of night, a long flag with dim light wrapped a golden elixir and fled madly in one direction.

Under the explosion of the nine suns, even if Yan Nantian had extraordinary means and relied on the Ten Thousand Souls Flag to protect himself, he could not withstand the terrifying explosive power.

 His physical body has been completely destroyed.

There is only one golden elixir, clinging to life and trying to escape.

Given the demonic style of the Beihai Immortal Cultivation World, even if there is only one golden elixir left, there are many ways to make a comeback.

However, how could Luo Chen do this and let the tiger return to the mountain?

His body suddenly shook, and a pair of wings suddenly appeared from behind.

His wings trembled, and after a few flickers, he was already several miles away, right in front of the Soul Refining Flag.

 Luo Chen suddenly grabbed it with his big hand.

Within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a ghost king roared out and tried to block the attack.

However, Luo Chen didn't care, and his big hand suddenly turned into a claw, it was the Cloud-Exploring Divine Claw!

On the giant claws, endless green flames swirled, forcefully penetrated the ghost king's soul body, and grabbed the golden elixir within the banner.

 “Fellow Taoist, spare me a moment…”

 Click!

 The azure golden elixir fell apart instantly.

 The rich magic power is released in all directions.

The remaining souls fell into the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and were bitten and devoured by the remaining resentful ghosts.

Luo Chen raised his brows, grabbed the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness.

 “When the host dies, all the ghosts will bite back!”

"good!"

After saying hello, Luo Chen grabbed the Ten Thousand Souls Flag and flew back to the original Yaoyue Island in Shili Pinghu.

With a move of his hand, two streams of light flew from the lake.

Looking closely, it was the two black nails of Soul-breaking and Qi-breaking, as well as a pair of water spikes drawn by the magic power attached to the black nails.

Putting away the black nails first, Luo Chen grabbed the pair of water spikes.

At this moment, the war finally came to an end.

 But time passed by in less than a cup of tea.

 Luo Chen was floating quietly above the lake, as if waiting for something.

After a while, the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuated greatly, and silhouettes fell in all directions.

 The leader is Cheng Dou.

 He first took a look at the original environment of Yaoyue Island.

The island is no longer there, sinking thousands of feet deep into the lake.

And the ten-mile flat lake no longer has a clear lake surface, revealing a pitted lake bottom with a large area of ​​dead fish and plants.

 In the sky, there were raindrops falling down one after another.

 Looking at the devastation, Cheng Dou's heart trembled.

 The battle of the Jindan monks has almost shaken the sea and flattened the lake, and the rivers have stopped flowing.

 In particular, this battle was still under the control of that person from beginning to end, and the scope of the battle was not expanded.

If they really fight without hesitation, even Feiyan Thirty-Six Islands won't be enough for them to deal with.

 Swallowing, Cheng Dou bent down deeply.

 “Cheng Dou from Black Swan Island led the cultivators from Feiyan Thirty-Six Islands to meet the Qingyang Demon Lord!”

As he bowed to salute, the remaining six foundation-building monks of the Cheng family also bowed to salute.

 “The devil is mighty!”

Luo Chen’s expression remained unchanged, and his seemingly peaceful eyes slowly swept towards the other foundation-building cultivators.

By now, all the foundation-building monks on the Feiyan Islands had already arrived one after another, numbering about a hundred.

Under his glance, everyone who looked at him could not bear the pressure and subconsciously lowered their eyebrows and lowered their heads.

 All of them personally watched the battle through the water mirror.

I saw how Luo Chen suppressed Nantian Master from beginning to end in a short period of time, and even the opponent did not have time to escape even with a trace of his soul.

 It is so fierce and powerful, it is even more powerful than the southern sky!

I don’t know who it was, but said “The devil is mighty!”

 Then, there is a chain reaction.

 “The devil is mighty!”

 “The devil is mighty!”

 “The devil is mighty!”

The voices of a hundred people, combined at this moment, sounded like a great bell, resounding through the clouds.

 The corners of Luo Chen's mouth slowly rose.

“Everyone, I’ll see you here in one month. I hope all of you will not be absent!”

The clear and clear voice spreads throughout the country and enters everyone's heart.

 Everyone who hears this will feel a tremor in his heart.

 When they raised their heads, there was no figure of Luo Chen in the night sky.

 In front of Cheng Dou, there was a jade slip that glowed red.

Cheng Dou took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to hold the jade slip, and messages came out one after another.

This is a formation that gathers spirits and consolidates pulses!

He looked at the devastated and dilapidated Yaoyue Island and understood what Luo Chen meant.

“In one month, we will clean up the mess and gather the scattered third-level spiritual veins here.”

“Fellow Daoist Xu, Brother Wang, and Mr. Fu, I’m afraid this matter will trouble you three.”

“As for everyone, those with money will contribute money and those with strength will contribute.”

 Everyone looked at each other.

 How could the low-grade third-level spiritual veins here be able to withstand a big battle?

 It has been broken up.

If you want to rebuild and gather your spiritual veins, the price you have to pay will be extremely huge.

 Especially when time is so tight!

Naturally, everyone is reluctant to part with it.

 But when one thinks of the demonic power of Qingyang, no one dares to slack off.

Especially what the other party said before leaving, "See you again here in a month, everyone will be welcome."

Seeing that no one was talking, Cheng Dou took a step forward and shouted sharply.

 “Do you dare to disobey me?”

 After drinking it, everyone trembled as if Demon Lord Qingyang was present.

 The monk surnamed Xu who was talking to Cheng Dou earlier shook his head and smiled bitterly.

 “I don’t dare to do it anymore.”

 After he spoke, "Brother Wang" and "Old Fu" who were named by Cheng Dou before could only sigh and accepted the task.

The three of them are the most powerful formation mages on Feiyan Thirty-Six Islands.

They usually maintain the method of connecting islands and forming formations handed down from the Canghai League.

After these three people succumbed to the lustful power of Demon Lord Qingyang, the others no longer had any intention of resisting and expressed their willingness to help.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dou's tense face relaxed.

 The corners of his mouth rose, and finally he couldn't help it, revealing a bright and wanton smile.

This time, he won the bet!

From then on, as long as Demon Lord Qingyang is in Feiyan Islands, his Cheng family will be the number one cultivating immortal family in the islands.

There is nothing better than this for a fox to fake the power of a tiger!

As long as he waits until he successfully forms the elixir, his Cheng family will still be able to prosper even after Demon Lord Qingyang leaves in the future.

 Feeling the remnants of Yan Nantian's aura here, he laughed even more crazily.

The sea water cannot be measured, so how could he, Cheng Dou, remain inferior to others all his life?

Yan Nantian can't suppress him, and Demon Lord Qingyang is just a transition. One day, Cheng Dou will become a veritable master of Feiyan!

That day is not far away!

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PS: There’s still one day left, please give me some double monthly passes. I’ll give them to you.

The recent update has been ineffective, which is really shameless.

 I opened a new map, and I don’t have much of an outline. It’s been a bit of a torture to write it recently, so I hope everyone will bear with me.

 All I can say is, try to keep updating!

 (End of this chapter)