Journey To Longevity

Under these little dodges, the long arrow that was originally shot towards the heart only shattered Zhang Shiping's left shoulder blade. Enduring the severe pain, he immediately sacrificed the thick soil and purple gold shield to block the Qingfeng manipulated by the monk in yellow. long sword.

Looking at the menacing two men, Zhang Shiping's face was gloomy, because of the severe pain, beads of sweat emerged from his forehead.

However, he still stared fiercely at the gray-clothed monk in front of him, and surrounded himself tightly with the aura shield emitted by the thick earth purple gold shield, guarding against the yellow-clothed monk behind him.

"When this fellow Taoist killed my elder brother, he didn't expect to see this day, did he?" said the yellow-clothed monk.

Hearing what the other party said inexplicably, Zhang Shiping couldn't help cursing in his heart, could it be that there is a monk with the same face as himself in disguise, what a disaster!

"The two fellow daoists may have admitted the wrong person." He endured the severe pain and said, and immediately took out a bottle of elixir from the storage bag, bit open the red cloth stopper, took several elixirs, and stopped the pain on his shoulders. The bleeding.

"Our brother did not admit the wrong person. Could it be that this fellow Taoist killed so many people in the secret realm of the ancient repair that he forgot. The Dao is the way of heaven and good reincarnation. Today is your time to pay for your life." The yellow-clothed monk laughed.

"Fellow Daoist, how can a casual cultivator like me enter that ancient secret realm, and how can I kill people in it? I'm afraid I really have admitted the wrong person." Zhang Shiping said hastily.

As soon as he heard the other party talk about the ancient cultivation secret realm, he said inwardly that he was not good. He had killed several monks in the ancient cultivation secret realm, and he had already checked all the contents of those people's storage bags. Throwing away everything, why did someone come to the door.

"Third brother, don't talk too much." The gray-robed monk said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent his bow and shot quickly, obviously because he didn't want to have long nights and dreams.

Zhang Shiping dodged again and again, and flew towards the side, but there were still a few cold lights behind him that shot on the shield issued by the thick soil purple gold shield, and the spiritual light rippled with water ripples.

During the short exchange just now, he had already looked at the current situation.

He was trapped front and back, the monk in yellow blocked the way to Yunjinfang City, and the bow and arrow threat of the monk in gray was too great. Although the flying arrow fired by this person is not as powerful as the purple light arrow just now.

But every time he was hit, in order to maintain the aura shield, his mana would be consumed by an extra point. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before his mana is exhausted.

The two sides flew one after the other for seventy or eighty miles, Zhang Shiping saw that he couldn't get rid of each other, so he plunged into the depths of the mountain.

As soon as he landed, he immediately put away the flying magic weapon, and the descendants rushed straight into the dense jungle like a mountain spirit ape.

The two of them also fell down, and saw the rushing figure in front of them.

The gray-clothed friar immediately picked up his longbow and took a look, and found that Zhang Shiping was constantly tossing and turning under the cover of the ancient wood, so that he couldn't aim at all. Seeing that the bow and arrow were useless, he had no choice but to put it down, and chased after the monk in yellow.

The shadows of people in the forest are shuttled, and the wind is chasing.

After half a stick of incense, Zhang Shiping found that the speed of these two people in the forest was no less than his own, and the distance between the two sides was not separated, so he stopped suddenly, patted his body bag, and with the appearance of a dim light, he refined the corpse with a ferocious face Towards the rear suddenly threw out.

The two thought that Zhang Shiping wanted to kill him, but unexpectedly, he turned around and left without paying any attention to the refined corpse.

The monk in yellow dodged to the side, chanting a few incantations, without Zhang Shiping's control, he could only rely on instinct to refine the corpse.

The cultivator in yellow pointed forward, and a dozen vines on the ground were like long snakes, tightly binding the corpse. The monk in gray, with antlers and double knives, slashed at the corpse's neck.

The corpse refiner instinctively spit out clouds of black air, and the two knives on the antlers flashed with aura. When the two knives came into contact with the black energy, they slashed across like cutting tofu. After two or three knives, the corpse's head was chopped off. The corpse's body was bound by vines and did not fall down. , but the two didn't even look at it, and immediately chased after him.

Suddenly a golden light flew in front of him, piercing the body-protecting magic weapon of the shadowy gray-clothed monk in an instant, and the gray-clothed monk touched his chest in disbelief. A pair of scissors coiled with dragon carvings turned into golden light in the air and dissipated. The monk in yellow, who was one step behind him, took his life.

Surprised and angry, he roared, but instead of running away, he drove Qingfeng's long sword and continued to chase forward. Zhang Shiping was leaning on the trunk of a big tree, his face paler than before.

Just now when he was entangled with the two of them by refining the corpse, he tried his best to sacrifice the talisman golden dragon. Although he was ready, he didn't expect that the talisman was extremely overbearing and kept absorbing Zhang Shiping's mana. Enduring the swelling pain of the meridian, he activated the talisman faster, and lost 50% to 60% of his mana.

The power of the talisman is not only related to the power of the golden core monk's magic weapon, but also linked to the magic power of the monk who uses it. The higher the mana of the monk, the faster the speed of excitation and the stronger the power exerted. Zhang Shiping, a monk at the ninth level of Qi Refining, tried his best to sacrifice the golden dragon-cut talisman as soon as possible when his meridians were damaged. Behind the cultivator's body protector, there is more power left.

Zhang Shiping, who was hiding behind the tree, groaned secretly, he didn't expect the monk in yellow to catch up instead of running away.

But Zhang Shiping didn't hide anymore, he poured the first-grade top-grade yellow bud pill into his mouth, and at the same time drove Luo Junjian to stab the yellow-clothed monk. The opponent's ninth-level Qi-refining monk had already been killed by Fu Bao Jinjiao, and the remaining eight-level Qi-refining monk wasn't worth Zhang Shiping's fear.

Even though his current mana is less than half and he was injured, Zhang Shiping's mana recovered quickly under the nourishment of the first-grade top-grade Huangya Dan. down.

A long sword with black-purple light and a long sword with cyan light, under the control of their respective monks, struck back and forth dozens of times in the air for a few breaths, turning into a mass of black-purple and cyan The ball of light, even for a while, no one can pull it away.

The yellow-clothed monk took a look and took out the talismans from the storage bag. Several spells flew towards Zhang Shiping, but were blocked by the light from the thick-earth purple gold shield. Zhang Shiping hit five fireball talismans with his backhand.

Five fireballs the size of eggs hit the yellow-clothed cultivator, who couldn't get away just like Zhang Shiping, and wanted to catch it with his magic weapon shield. Even a single fireball couldn't break through his black-armored turtle shield.

The cultivator in yellow kept sending mana towards his Qingfeng long sword magic weapon, but Zhang Shiping and Luo Junjian suddenly weakened and was shot down by Qingfeng long sword,

But the expression on his face suddenly froze. A scorching red ball hidden in the fireball pierced through the shield of the monk in yellow and hit him hard on the chest. A mouthful of blood with pieces of internal organs spewed out directly. Feng Changjian also fell to the ground.

Zhang Shiping had just shown the enemy that he was weak, and used the round stone beads given to him by Ma Shizu, a monk of Jindan sect, but he didn't expect that the stone beads' ability to break the enemy's shield was so good, which was beyond his expectation.

Immediately, Luo Jun's sword flew up from the ground, and the next sword pierced the monk in yellow.

Then he waved his hand, and a fireball ignited on the yellow-clothed monk. After a while, only a black-gray tortoise-shield magic weapon and a storage bag were left on the ground.

Zhang Shiping took a deep breath, put the tortoise shield and Qingfeng long sword into his storage bag, picked up the storage bag in the black ashes, and walked towards the place where the gray-clothed monk fell.