Longevity, step by step to the highest

"Haha...Spirit Sword Sect, nothing more than that!"

Xue Tu's unbridled laughter was heard by everyone present, and it was particularly loud. He finally got rid of his anger.

The other side still had five foundation builders left, and there were thirteen of them on his side. On average, two to three people were fighting against one person. No matter how you look at it, the other side was a piece of fish on the chopping board.

But is it really so?

"Old Blood Demon, stop being so presumptuous!" Jian Chen could no longer bear it. He wanted to kill this guy and avenge his elders of the Spirit Sword Sect.

But before he could make a move, Zhang San moved madly, took a step forward, and came in front of Jian Chen.

"Leave this demon to me, senior brother, be careful of the others."

Jian Chen was a little dazed. Although this junior brother Zhang was more powerful than him, he was afraid that he would suffer a loss when dealing with the shrewd Xue Tu and the other elders of the Blood Demon Sect.

No, let him deal with the people from the Lanyun Taoist Temple. The danger is not that great.

Thinking of this, Jian Chen wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Zhang Sanfeng dodged and stabbed at Xue Tu.

Xue Tu narrowed his eyes. The Spirit Sword Sect had such a genius. Whatever he said today, he would kill him in the cradle. He had reached the middle stage of foundation building at such a young age. It was a foregone conclusion that he would cultivate to the late stage of foundation building in the future.

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's flowing spirit sword, Xue Tu was not careless at all. No matter what he said, the other party's cultivation was the same as his, and he was still a sword cultivator.

He quickly dodged sideways and a blood splashed on Xue Tu's face.

"Whose blood is this?"

Behind Xue Tu, an elder of the Blood Demon Sect had his head flying and disappeared. At his neck, blood was splattering along the aorta.

It turned out that Zhang Sanfeng's target at the beginning was not Xue Tu, but the person behind him.

He believed that his strength overwhelmed everyone present, but he also knew clearly that the opponent had a large number of people. Only by reducing the number of the opponent could he break through one by one and kill them in batches, which would also reduce the pressure on other elders.

An elder of the Blood Demon Sect was beheaded in front of everyone, which shocked everyone.

This is an existence in the early stage of foundation building. Even the elders of the three major immortal sects, or even the sect masters, may not have such combat power.

How did the Spirit Sword Sect cultivate such a monster?

With one sword, everyone clearly recognized the strength of Zhang Sanfeng, although there was a sneak attack.

"Yun Xuzi, you and I will deal with this brat together, and three more people will assist. Three people will hold Jian Chen, and three people will hold the remaining three elders of the Spirit Sword Sect."

Xue Tu was the first to react. At that moment, it was already a life-and-death situation, and there was no time to waste.

If all the people of the Spirit Sword Sect were left here today, his Blood Demon Sect and Lanyun Taoist Temple would be on par with the Spirit Sword Sect again, or even slightly surpass it.

Over the years, as the Spirit Sword Sect became stronger and stronger, their two sects were suppressed by the Spirit Sword Sect everywhere, and the three-legged tripod was slightly unbalanced.

Today is the best opportunity to change this trend.

At the moment, the most important thing is to kill Zhang Sanfeng first, and the others will be easy to deal with.

Upon hearing this, everyone took action instantly and found their corresponding opponents.

Among all the people, Wu Ping reacted the fastest. He directly found an elder of the early foundation building stage of the Spirit Sword Sect, so that it would be convenient for him to carry out his next plan.

If there is no chaos and no fighting, how can he fish in vain.

In Wu Ping's view, even if Zhang Sanfeng fights with five people, he will not necessarily be at a disadvantage. The real decision may still be the result of Jian Chen's one-on-three.

Of course, this will definitely take a long time.

"Boom boom boom..."

Before dawn, in the dark night, all kinds of roars resounded through Huoyun Mountain, mixed with many sword lights.

The most intense battle was Zhang Sanfeng, who, with the help of Tai Chi, wandered under the siege of five people. Although it looked dangerous, he could always resolve the crisis at the most dangerous moment.

In the distance, under Wu Ping's deliberate guidance, the elder of the Spirit Sword Sect had been brought to a place far away from the center of the battlefield. After his spiritual sense swept over and confirmed again that no one had noticed this place.

Wu Ping struck out with a palm, and the spirit sword broke with a sound, and then it was directly reflected on the opponent's forehead.

Looking at the elder of the Spirit Sword Sect who was dead, there were still many expressions of astonishment and panic on his face, as if he couldn't believe that the old Taoist who was beaten and chased by him just now was actually the real "tiger".

Wu Ping was very calm, as if he was doing something insignificant.

A small flame burned the opponent's body, and took away the opponent's storage bag. Within three seconds, Wu Ping changed his clothes, wearing black clothes and a mask, and his movements were as skilled as they could be.

Moreover, his spiritual sense constantly checked his surroundings and covered his entire body to prevent others from discovering his identity.

1In a flash, Wu Ping disappeared from the spot and flew rapidly towards the spiritual vein.

Time waits for no one, and he cannot waste it.

At this time, there are still some disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect guarding the spiritual vein. They are all pacing back and forth, constantly looking at the battlefield. Obviously, their minds are not here.

This also allows Wu Ping to save a lot of effort.

In the dark night, Wu Ping restrained all his breath, and with the help of black clothes and the night, he was like a ghost, floating into the depths of the spiritual vein under his deliberate concealment.

The spiritual vein is hidden underground, and there is a dripping sound of water. Suddenly, a ray of light came from the dark underground world. It was the light of the spirit stone.

Wu Ping looked at the densely packed spirit stones in front of him, attached to the walls and the ground, and his heart beat violently. Even with his current state of mind, it is difficult to suppress it.

It's like, you know that 1 billion is a lot of money, but if 1 billion is really converted into paper money and placed in front of you, can you, an ordinary person, have no waves in your heart?

At this moment, Wu Ping showed a smile that even he was somewhat disgusted with, which seemed a bit vulgar, but he himself did not notice it at all.

After coming back to his senses, Wu Ping forced himself not to be "excited".

At this moment, he wished that he had a few more clones and arms to dig spiritual stones together.

A spell was cast to isolate the movement of this place. Wu Ping was like a "money-picking demon". After being dug out, pieces of spiritual stones disappeared on the spot and were put into the storage ring.

Fortunately, he got the storage ring left by Xue Ming, otherwise, he really couldn't hold so many spiritual stones.

Wu Ping was somewhat fortunate, and shook his arms that were a little "cramped". It was really numb!

Even if he filled the storage ring and storage bag with such a huge amount of low-grade spiritual stones, he couldn't finish it. Besides, he still had the most important goal: spiritual essence!

The spiritual essence was in the deepest core of the spiritual vein. He had to dig a way out of the spiritual stones attached to the surface before he could get it.

Various spells were cast again, and a road leading to the depths of the spiritual vein was also opened up by Wu Ping. Looking at the wall filled with spiritual stones, Wu Ping was powerless.

At this time, all his storage bags were filled with spiritual stones, even those that were prepared in advance and "taken away".

The entire storage ring was also filled with most of it. As for the remaining space, of course, it was left for the "spiritual essence".

As the product of the core of the spiritual vein, the number of spiritual essence is scarce, and it mainly depends on the size and quality of the spiritual vein.

The remaining space in the storage ring is enough, which is the conclusion Wu Ping came to after exploring the entire spiritual vein with his spiritual sense.

Soon, at the end of the spiritual stone wall, a very dazzling light kept flashing.

Wu Ping was delighted, he knew that he had finally dug into the depths of the spiritual vein where the spiritual essence was.