Journey To Longevity

Before he had time to relax, several gray lights came towards him. Zhang Shiping retreated again and again, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing on the stone steps tens of feet away. The gray light flying out of the light curtain, The momentum will stop.

Immortal Huo Ming hastily unleashed a scarlet long sword, barely blocking the gray light. It's just that this gray light is more like directly fused with his magic weapon. The magic weapon lost its spirituality in an instant, and the brilliance immediately weakened a little. A round shield glowing red.

The gray light just now came too fast and too suddenly, he only had time to release his natal magic weapon, not this set of shield magic weapon. As soon as the six round shields came out, they immediately grew bigger, protecting Huo Ming's whole body, blocking several gray lights. There were more and more gray lights, and every time the round shield blocked a ray of gray light, the brilliance was dimmed, and the spirituality was also lost. In just one breath, Master Huo Ming felt that the connection between himself and this set of round shields became more and more obscure, and he could not help but groan in his heart.

When Zhang Shiping saw the natal flying sword sacrificed by the real Huo Ming, his brilliance was dim, and he felt jealous. But he couldn't stand idly by, so he gritted his teeth and released two square seals, one black and one white, as well as several magic tools, which flew to Huo Ming and Wang Daoxiu in the blink of an eye to help them share some pressure.

Fang Yin gradually grew in the wind, protecting Huo Ming around the real person, while the other magic tools flew towards Wang Daoxiu.

"Everyone, come here." Zhang Shiping shouted loudly, he drove the black and white square seal to help Huo Ming block several gray lights in a row, the real Huo Ming's pressure dropped by three points, he took the opportunity to back away when he heard the sound, and retreated dozens of times in one breath Zhang Zhiyuan, like Zhang Shiping, set foot on the stone steps again.

"Thank you." Master Huo Ming took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said gratefully to Zhang Shiping.

After he finished speaking, Master Huo Ming stretched out his hand and put away the six round shields floating around him. The shield shrunk to the size of half a palm, the surface was dusty, and the brilliance was gone.

"You're welcome." Zhang Shiping nodded to Master Huo Ming and said. Holding the black and white square seal in his hand, he felt it for a while, and sighed in his heart. After all, the time for cultivating this set of magic weapons is too short, so there is no hope for it for the time being. It will take some time to restore its spirituality.

I don't know what this gray light is, a magic weapon can't withstand a few gray lights, Zhang Shiping put away the black and white square seals, and asked Master Huo Ming, "Brother, do you know what these gray lights are?"

"It looks like it might be the legendary Yuanci Xuanguang, but I'm not sure if it's true." Huo Ming said.

Wang Daoxiu, who came after him, was in worse condition than Huo Ming. His face was like gold paper, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and said harshly, "Damn it, this must be Yuan Magnetic Xuan Guang."

Then he reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, brother, for your help!"

The flying sword beside him was dim and lost its spirituality, and it was a little bit crumbling. As a sword cultivator, this flying sword is his magic weapon for cultivating his life, and 70% to 80% of his abilities depend on this sword in his hand. If the usual method of defiled magic weapon could cause Feijian to lose his spirituality, then Jianxiu wouldn't be so famous in the world of cultivating immortals.

Of the few instruments that Zhang Shiping released, each of them lost their spirituality when they blocked the gray light, and became waste products, falling to the ground one after another.

"Are you okay?" Seeing this, Zhang Shiping asked worriedly.

Wang Daoxiu put the Flying Sword of Fate into his dantian, took a deep breath, then shook his hand, and said with a wry smile, "It's okay, but I'll have to rely on Brother Zhang later."

After two or three breaths, the three of Min Caiquan also retreated, landing on the stone steps one after another.

"Hiss..." Min Caiquan suffered from pain, and his expression was extremely solemn. He raised his right hand, half of the palm was broken, four fingers were gone, only the thumb was left, the wound on the severed palm was black and gray, and no blood flowed out.

I saw him take out a dagger, and cut off a layer of the gray-black wound neatly, black blood flowed out, and soon flowed down the stone steps. When the black blood was exhausted and the blood color returned to bright red, Jin Datong next to him had a look of self-blame on his face. He hurriedly handed over a few pills full of spiritual energy, and Min Caiquan took them and swallowed them neatly. Down, to calm down the ups and downs of the breath.

As for Gu Quan's condition, he is fine. It seems that nothing is wrong, but his breath is a little weaker, which is not a serious problem.

Just now Zhang Shiping saw black scales appearing on this person's face, his whole body was filled with black energy, he didn't know what kind of supernatural power he was able to resist several streaks of gray light. Although it was only for a short moment, Zhang Shiping was a little more wary of this person.

It's just that Gu Quan was more afraid of Zhang Shiping's ghostly speed, so most of his attention was on Zhang Shiping, for fear that the other party would be malicious and violently attack him.

After everyone exited the valley, there was no more gray light flying out of the light curtain. They looked ahead with some doubts, wondering whether to retreat or try again. However, they were extremely afraid of the gray light that was suspected to be the mysterious light of the magnetic field, and the others gradually turned their attention to Zhang Shiping, who was the only one who was safe and sound just now.

Zhang Shiping didn't say anything, and he didn't want to volunteer. Seeing this, the few of them were embarrassed to bring it up, after all, those gray lights were extremely vicious.

"Step, step, step..."

But soon, everyone's attention was attracted by the sound of extremely dull footsteps. Everyone looked for their reputation, and a person walked out of the light curtain in front of them, and they couldn't help being greatly surprised.

This person is more than nine feet tall, with a very burly figure, black eyebrows and big eyes, long hair hanging down to his shoulders, wearing an iron-black broken half-length armor, and leaning on an epee that is at his waist. From the damaged part of the armor, there are several very conspicuous holes, especially the fist-sized wound on the chest, which passes through the body. There is no flesh and blood in the wound, but a kind of edge with purple light. In addition to the spar, the man's left foot to the thigh is empty.

The expressions of Zhang Shiping and the others who were tens of feet away sank. What happened just now left them with lingering fears, and each of them looked more dignified.

However, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations. I saw this burly monk, ignoring the six people who were only a few dozen feet away. Echoes in the valley.

"Master's palace, trespassers will be killed!"

"Master's palace, trespassers will be killed!"

"Master's palace, trespassers will be killed!"

...

"puppet?"

"Ancient corpse?"

Min Caiquan stared at this person with a look of disbelief, Zhang Shiping also felt that this matter was a bit ridiculous. The six Golden Core cultivators were actually unable to make a move under the hands of a crippled puppet. It would make people laugh out loud.