Immortality Begins with the Master of Alchemy

Chapter 633: Everyone fights on their own, and the Vine King is born

 In the high mountains and ridges, ancient trees are scattered and cannot be seen from the sky.

 In the midst of lush greenery, how could there be the rumored mountains with dead trees?

Five figures were walking slowly in the mountains.

The leader is Dao Lan, the seven-star demon hunter. He seems to be cutting through the fog with a sharp blade, walking unswervingly on the most direct route in the winding forest.

Diaosou is in the middle, holding his unique magic weapon, the sound-recording bell, at the tip of his finger.

 On the left and right sides are Gou Xingshi and Huangfu Song respectively, each with serious expressions.

 At the end, it was Luo Chen who was the lowest among the five.

 Dao Lan is in front, as a pioneer, which is guaranteed by his strong strength.

Luo Chen Duanhou, who is at the lowest level, is still a sign of strength!

No one usually talks about the name of Qingyang Demon Lord, but everyone knows it by heart. This can be seen from the fearful look Huangfu Song looked at Luo Chen from time to time.

Luo Chen seemed unaware of Huangfu Song's gaze. While his consciousness spread out to look around, he was also recalling what Diaosou had said about the situation in Deadwood Ridge when he came.

 Obviously, Deadwood Ridge, a mountain range that hides countless withered blood vines, is by no means that easy.

“Withered Blood Vine is a spiritual plant with a strong sense of territoriality. There are often no similar spiritual plants within a thousand miles.”

Wherever the sword passed, the trees were broken and the ground was cracked. The low-level withered blood vines that had not formed an encirclement force were immediately cut off under the sword.

Diaosou looked at Luo Chen. The two looked at each other and nodded.

Recalling Diaosou's words in his mind, Luo Chen did not take it completely lightly.

“What we have to do is to cut off the sub-vines as much as possible and weaken the strength of the Vine King itself.”

Although the combat power of the spirits derived from wood and stone spiritual plants is average, for example, the Yinchensha, a dignified third-level Dzogchen, whose combat power is only at the level of an early Jindan monk.

 But, this is just an illusion!

“People in the world say that the withered blood vine is a gregarious thing, but this is actually quite wrong.”

 Why use a knife to kill a chicken?

At the same time, the sound bell in Diaosou’s hand also made a clear sound.

 “Keep moving forward!”

In the dark forest, white vines like spiritual snakes and pythons swam from all directions, and their rustling sounds gradually converged into the mighty sound of the river.

In the tandem attacks of Dao Lan and Luo Chen, the steps of the five people did not stop at all, and they rushed towards the depths of Deadwood Ridge at a fast pace.

 This is a territory dominated by wood-type spiritual plants.

"coming!"

 First-level spell—Fireball.

 waving his sleeves wildly, countless fist-sized fireballs flew out of his sleeves and hit the withered blood vines swimming in all directions.

What appears at this time is just a low-level vine, so there is no need to waste mana.

Diaosou remained calm in the face of danger, and an old voice came from his mouth.

 At the front, Dao Lan said nothing, but a huge broad knife fell into his hand.

 As for this kind of fireball technique, Luo Chen can release it almost unlimitedly, and there is no casting time at all.

In the same sword, Wei Neng was not as good as he performed martyrs, but there was no time in the middle.

 “If it doesn’t want us to leave, then we’ll go find it.”

 I saw him slash out with his sword, and a sword light dozens of feet long burst out in an instant.

Luo Chen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he caught a glimpse of this sword.

 In particular, in the information, in addition to a fifth-level withered blood vine in Deadwood Ridge, there are countless second-level to fourth-level low-level withered blood vines!

These withered blood vines, under the control of the Vine King, can also explode with amazing combat power.

"As for the combat power of this Zivine, you don't have to worry. Even the fourth-level withered blood vine is at most equivalent to someone who has just entered the Golden Core. It might be troublesome for other Golden Core cultivators, but for us, It just takes some time.”

 There is absolutely no advantage in fighting in such an environment.

There are too many ants, and they can kill an elephant.

While Luo Chen was thinking, his steps suddenly stopped.

 The Hook Star Envoy in front asked.

 But the quantity is too large!

"Normally, King Teng is in a state of deep sleep and absorbing spiritual energy. Even if he encounters an external intruder, he will only let Zi Teng with his own consciousness deal with it."

  But it comes not from the front, but from behind.

In other words, when they took the first step on Deadwood Ridge, they were already discovered by the fifth-level withered blood vine.

“Those low-level withered blood vines are essentially the branch branches of the Vine King, and can be regarded as sub-vines.”

Luo Chen muttered in his heart, but his hand movements were not slow.

“Is this the seven-star demon hunter Dao Lan, who is famous for his combat prowess and has numerous casual cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Association?”

  It seems that all kinds of strange flowers and plants are growing, but in fact all the spiritual plants are just companions of the withered blood vine.

If it was really that easy, Diaosou wouldn't have assembled a lineup of five golden elixirs with late-stage combat capabilities for this mission.

"What's wrong?"

 In the mountains, countless white vines were emerging from the ground and gathering towards them.

If you look down from a high altitude, this scene is like a huge flood hitting a few ants.

 …

　　Boom!

A majestic sword energy slashed out, and the surging sword light swept out like a tide.

When the sword light spread to several miles away and gradually stopped, a proud-looking Huangfu Song appeared, and his eyes fell on a struggling white vine at his feet.

 As thick as a bucket, with lines like tree rings.

“The fourth-level withered blood vine has appeared!”

 The arrogance gradually subsided and he looked slightly solemn.

 He looked back and his pupils suddenly shrank.

In sight, Qingyangzi, who was wearing a red cloud Taoist robe, was transforming into a giant magic claw, tightly grasping a fourth-level withered blood vine.

The vine was like a python, struggling in his hands, but couldn't get away.

At this moment, Luo Chen turned around and his eyes fell on him.

Nodding slightly, Luo Chen cut off the withered blood vine in his hand and put it into a storage ring.

After all, it is a fourth-level spiritual plant. Even if it is just a vine, it is still worth a lot of money.

 In the middle of the team, Diaosou is the only one who has not yet participated in the battle.

 He stared at the bell that kept ringing in his hand, and the joy on his face became more and more intense.

 “We are heading in the right direction!”

“The emergence of the fourth-order Zivine means that we are getting closer to the Vine King’s lair.”

 “Everyone, get ready for a real battle!”

 Huangfu Song felt a chill in his heart.

 The initial battle with the fourth-level withered blood vine just now made him start to use magic weapons.

 The intensity of the next battle is bound to rise to another level, so you have to cheer up.

"If I didn't have to rely on the great backer of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, I wouldn't want to do such meaningless things."

“However, there are several other seven-star demon hunters in the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, all of whom are in the later stages of the Golden Core. Why did Diaosou recruit me, a five-star demon hunter?”

 This is the doubt he has had in his mind since he set off.

This is also one of the reasons why he does not want to have more contact with several people.

 He always felt that something was wrong with the way Diaosou looked at him.

 …

 Depths in Deadwood Ridge.

 A valley stands in it like a low crater.

Five rays of escaping light, rushing like meteors, shot towards the sky.

As soon as they landed on the ground, the expressions of the five people changed.

Outside the valley, huge white vines as thick as buckets stood upright, staring at them eagerly.

  Diaosou opened his sword more and more and came to the front.

"The number is quite large, hundreds of them. Gentlemen, this is going to be a tough battle!"

Hundreds of fourth-level withered blood vines mean hundreds of enemies at the early stage of the golden elixir.

Even if they lack attack methods, they only have instinctive attacks such as entangling and stabbing, but they cannot withstand the huge number.

 For a time, the other four people's hearts sank a little.

 A hard fight, indeed a hard fight.

But with the capabilities of five people, this battle is not difficult if we use guerrilla tactics to defeat them one by one.

 But it was obvious that Diaosou had the idea of ​​storming the valley and entering King Teng's lair.

Diaosou suddenly turned around and said, "You won't be afraid and run away, right?"

The smelly mountain wind blew through the rugged rocks and hit the faces of the four people.

Dao Lan pointed the broad knife in his hand at an angle to the ground and made a hoarse voice, "It's nothing but grass, trees and monsters, just kill them!"

Huangfusong said loudly: "Diaosou, you promised me that as long as you complete this mission, you will negotiate with the Tianqu Chen family in the name of the Wanxian Society!"

The Star Hooker glanced around and shook his head: "Unfortunately, these withered blood vines have no demon pills and cannot be used to make starlight." Luo Chen did not speak, but he already held a giant hammer in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the fisherman nodded with satisfaction. He swung a long black-gold pole in his hand and stood in front of him, with the withered silk threads fluttering in the wind.

 “If your fighting spirit is acceptable, then... let’s fight on our own!”

With a single order, the war suddenly begins!

As if sensing something, those fourth-order withered blood vines that were ready to attack shot out like arrows and shot through the air.

 Five figures flew in different directions without thinking.

 Suddenly, hundreds of withered blood vines divided into five teams and pursued them separately.

Those who chased Diaosou were the most numerous!

Those who are chasing Luo Chen are the fewest!

Seeing this scene, Luo Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

However, when I saw Diaosou's back running straight into the valley, I was a little confused.

 “Does he dare to stroke the beard of the rattan king Tiger alone?”

 But this doubt was too late to think about in the face of the army of withered blood vines that were chasing after them.

　　Wow!

 A pair of wings spread out from behind Luo Chen.

He held a giant hammer and soared into the sky.

Below, white vines as thick as buckets were chasing after them with their teeth and claws.

While in the air, Luo Chen exploded at extremely high speed, turning around as he wished, turning into a red meteor, rushing left and right.

Those slow-moving blood vines cannot catch up with him at all.

The giant hammer in Luo Chen's hand, under his control, was like forging iron, constantly swinging out violent strikes.

 The Dzogchen Fire Hammer Technique was used by him in battle for the first time.

 The effect...is not very good.

Those who were hit may feel sluggish, but after landing on the ground, they pause for a while and come back again.

Luo Chen frowned, and his consciousness scanned the remaining battle groups.

 Diaosou used the strategy of fighting independently as the tone of this battle, which he could understand.

 After all, the five of them are not close companions. Their respective fighting styles will inevitably lead to conflicts.

 It would be unsightly if one's own methods affect others during a battle.

 By keeping the distance and fighting separately, everyone's strength can be brought out as much as possible.

 At this moment, under his observation, everyone's fighting style suddenly came into view.

Daolan is still opening and closing widely, and every time the long knife in his hand is slashed, it will stimulate the vigorous sword energy.

He stood motionless as a mountain, but the withered blood vines surrounding him could not get even three feet in front of him.

  It is quite domineering!

Gou Xingzhi looked calm and walked with strange steps, walking on the rugged mountain road as if he were walking on flat ground.

Whenever a fourth-level withered blood vine attacks, he will shoot out starbursts of different colors.

That is the secret star technique of the Sky Demon Star Sect that has been praised by countless people.

But in Luo Chen’s spiritual eyes, he discovered that they were clearly the inner elixirs of the third-level demon king!

Comparing the demon king's inner elixir to stars, how can he perform the art of starlight?

He is worthy of being a strong man of the Shangzong, with a profound foundation, and he is still able to walk calmly despite the fierce battles.

As for Huangfu Song, things were a bit worse.

At first, he tried to cut the vines with his long sword, but the fourth-order withered blood vines were extremely tough. His sword energy was not as good as Dao Lan's sword energy, and he could not break it with one blow.

 When the plan failed, he wanted to follow Luo Chen's lead and distance himself first.

 But at this time, the encirclement of the withered blood vines has already taken place.

In desperation, heavy purple light erupted from his body, covering the entire area for several miles.

 Being within the purple light, his sword energy seemed to be blessed and became more and more skillful.

 That purple light was very familiar to Luo Chen.

Back on Penghu, when Luo Chen used the technique of mirror, flower, water and moon to enchant the other party, it broke out once.

Luo Chen guessed that this might be the trump card that the opponent relied on most.

After hastily scanning the scene of everyone fighting, Luo Chen suddenly understood.

“Hammer bombing is not suitable for dealing with these fourth-level withered blood vines, so we need to find another way.”

 “Beheading and stabbing are more appropriate.”

“It’s a pity that the Xuanhuo Sword that I’m good at has been destroyed.”

 “However, in addition to this, other means are also possible.”

With a thought in his mind, he pocketed the Flowing Fire Hammer.

Without the suppression of the Flowing Fire Hammer, the white vines chasing from below became more and more rampant.

Luo Chen turned a blind eye and just opened his mouth to spit it out!

 A wisp of pale smoke spurted out from his mouth.

 Looking at this wisp of smoke, Luo Chen had a hint of regret in his eyes.

Since the battle on Lengguang Island, this is the only thing left of his Fiery Miasma, which was cultivated from the evil spirit of Wither and Rong.

 I wanted to use this as a basis to slowly restore the complete Fiery Miasma.

 Unexpectedly, I have been busy making pots these years and have no time to replenish them.

"But this technique won't help me much in my current battle, so I'll just leave the last remaining power here in Deadwood Ridge!"

With a murmur, Luo Chen's magic power surged out.

 Along with the mana pouring out, there are also wisps of blue flames.

 Hongrong is really hot!

The evil spirit of dry glory is originally the evil spirit generated in the place where the fire of dry glory has burned for many years.

 At this moment, I received the blessing from the source, plus the increase in Luo Chen’s mana.

 Suddenly, the smoke turned into endless fireworks.

Luo Chen pressed down with one palm and surged down.

In an instant, the white vines and the pale fireworks came into contact.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 simultaneously! laugh! laugh!

 The burning smell spread in all directions.

Seeing that the fourth-level withered blood vines were still struggling wildly in the miasma of fire, Luo Chen gritted his teeth and increased his mana output.

 “Burn it for me!”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 simultaneously! laugh! laugh!

The sound of burning became louder and louder, and in the sky, a dozen huge vines were filled with green flames, like green dragons.

The extremely corrosive evil spirit of Withered Rong continuously invaded their bodies, destroying the internal roots of the Withered Blood Vine.

 This process lasted for a long time.

Until Luo Chen was about to feel weak, those "blue dragons" fell to the ground feebly.

boom!

Luo Chen landed on his feet and looked at the fourth-order withered blood vine that was still struggling on the ground, and couldn't help but frown.

“Although it claims to have the combat power of the golden elixir, its method is single-minded. Once a method is found, it becomes vulnerable.”

"However, this vitality is really too tenacious!"

Taking a deep breath, the mana in the body is running smoothly again.

Luo Chen moved his hands frequently with his spiritual skills, and then pointed them together like swords.

 Sword energy slashed out from his hand.

Kusanagi Gengjin Sword Qi!

This technique is not of a high level, only the second level. It is not even a combat spell. It is just a spiritual planting technique used by spiritual planters to harvest mature spiritual plants.

Unfortunately, this technique has considerable power against wood-attributed spirits.

 In the bursts of sword energy, the white vines that were still struggling on the ground were immediately cut off.

 As the vines broke, their strong vitality disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Luo Chen subconsciously looked towards the valley.

"The vitality of these vines should come from the mother's body?"

At the same time he looked up, he saw an old figure climbing to the top of the valley cliff, stepping on countless fourth-order withered blood vine corpses that had been strangled to pieces by silk threads.

The man turned back and looked down at the earth.

In sight, the man in red robe stood empty-handed, with no enemies beside him.

The big man dragged his long sword backwards and retreated, but he did not see Bai Teng chasing him.

The Gou Xing Envoy, who was dressed in a dazzling star robe, waved to the void, and a stream of starlight rushed towards him.

The only land filled with purple light where the battle has not ended, with a roar, a square seal blasted out, crushing the fourth-order withered blood vines that filled the ground into powder.

Diaosou looked at the purple seal with a look of satisfaction on his face.

“The wings have been removed, so it’s time for you to come out!”

 As if sensing something, the earth shook in response.

In the valley, a surging spiritual energy beam soared into the sky.

 The five golden elixir monks looked up, their eyes trembling.

Within the aura light pillar, a long white vine looks like a giant dragon, spanning the sky and the earth.

 (End of this chapter)