Mortal Cultivation: I, Li Feiyu, Cultivate Through Attributes

Chapter 166 Unparalleled supernatural powers! Deterring the Golden Drum! (23 updates, please subscribe, please ask for a monthly pass!)

Wooden and stone huts of different sizes loomed in the restraining formation, arranged in a mess without any rules at all.

Belongs to the regional camp of Yellow Maple Valley.

Han Li walked out of his residence with a calm expression, but he was puzzled in his heart.

Another pile of skulls and small streamers...

Besides those guys from Ghost Spirit Gate, who else would use it?

He weighed the worthless and useless storage bag, and walked towards the most conspicuous room in the group of houses.

The thoughts in my mind have changed.

seven months?

Still eight months?

Almost a year has passed since he and Li Feiyu completed a deal.

He and Li Feiyu are already twenty-nine years old.

During this period of time, he entered and exited the Golden Drum Field many times to fight, and captured many foundation-establishing demon cultivators.

It can be considered a little famous.

However, he once went to look for Li Feiyu again, but there was no sign of him.

The sound transmission notes left behind did not respond either.

The whole person seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

This made Han Li feel vaguely wrong...

That day, Li Feiyu definitely wasn't going to hunt Moxiu!

"Senior brother... his appearance is too suspicious."

Whispering, Han Li thought of the rumor that Yan Ruyan had defected to the Ghost Sect...

To hunt and kill Yan Ruyan?

Shaking his head, Han Li couldn't understand, he pushed open the wooden door in front of him bluntly, and walked in.

The house is bustling and bustling.

It turned out to be a crude trade fair place.

The storage bag in his hand was quickly transformed into spirit stones. With the spirit stones he got, he exchanged them for the dragon chant grass he needed from a familiar foundation cultivator.

Han Li headed towards Li Huayuan's temporary residence without stopping again.

He received the sound transmission talisman today, Li Huayuan looked for him, it seems that he has a new mission...

When he walked into Li Huayuan's temporary residence and found many monks forming alchemy, he felt awe-inspiring and cautious.

But found a familiar and unforgettable shadow!

Nangong Wan also glanced lightly at Han Li.

...

...

"Jie jie jie..."

"Fu Yunzi from the Qingxu Sect is nothing more than that!"

Jinguyuan, a pile of rocks.

A square-faced man in a black robe, wearing a strange costume, held two mirrors, one black and one white, constantly releasing pieces of psychedelic divine light.

Trapping an old Taoist priest in front of him, like a headless chicken, he manipulated a magic weapon of a flying sword to slash.

It seems extremely ferocious, but in fact it is a fight between trapped beasts that can't breathe!

Fu Yunzi's face became more serious.

This is obviously the night time for monks to fight, but he can't see the moon now!

Surrounded by sheets of glistening white light curtains!

He can't even see the enemy—

A Thousand Illusion Sect's Alchemy Demon Cultivator who came across suddenly!

The other party's mirror magic weapon, a divine light hit him, and he fell directly into the quagmire of the light curtain in front of him!

Under his feet, there were already several fragmented protective instruments, handkerchiefs, shields, and even a split door...

Judging from the spiritual brilliance of the participants, all of them are top-level magic weapons!

These are the protective instruments he has accumulated for hundreds of years.

But this time, it was all lost!

Relying on the psychedelic illusion of the mirror light curtain, the other party secretly casts supernatural powers from time to time, trying to kill him.

You can only dodge by consuming magic weapons again and again!

But Fu Yunzi knew well that he couldn't last much longer!

This Demon Cultivator of Pill Formation in Thousand Illusions has the opportunity and possibility to kill him at any time!

Thinking of this, Fu Yunzi showed unwillingness on his face, but bitterness filled his heart...

Mana drained!

The golden core in the dantian was a little dim.

hum!

At this moment, dozens of spears with faint black light appeared incomparably paradoxically, coming silently from all directions!

Seeing this, Fu Yunzi let out a low cry and resisted with all his might.

The mana surged wildly, and the supernatural powers were shot out, bursting out with a terrifying breath.

Spears are smashed!

The light curtain is torn!

The earth shakes and the mountains shake, and the dust sweeps across.

Can……

Still stuck in place!

beyond the mirror.

Seeing that Fu Yunzi was pierced through the bloody hole, the demon cultivator of Qianhuanzong sneered triumphantly.

"Mirror confusion!"

He gave a low shout!

A killing intent flashed across his eyes!

That piece of gleaming white light curtain, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a mirror, reflecting Fu Yunzi's figure!

Fu Yunzi was so frightened that he was so cold!

He saw himself in those mirrors, he saw his death, he saw himself talking to himself constantly, and he saw the figure of the Thousand Illusion Sect Moxiu constantly appearing around him!

"Ahhh...it's not me, it's not me!"

"Fake, all fake!"

"I'm already dead? I'm the one in the mirror?!"

Fu Yunzi's canthus was about to burst, and his pupils kept turning, but they were full of horror and bewilderment.

This old Taoist of the Qingxu sect no longer had the spirit of immortality that he had chatted and laughed with Li Huayuan before the bloody trial.

Hair disheveled, covered in blood!

It's a completely crazy attitude!

Madness before death!

He sprayed out the golden core, put it on his head, and covered his body!

The magic weapon, the Qingjun sword, swims around!

Go straight to those mirrors, trying to knock them away!

But what they got in exchange was an endless series of hallucinations!

Looking at Fuyunzi who was trapped forcibly and had no more strength, the Demon Cultivator of Qianhuanzong sneered, and typed out a formula!

Sudden.

A dragon's chant with an ancient wild atmosphere resounded between heaven and earth!

It's like coming from heaven!

Descending to the earth!

Bang bang bang! ! ! !

Mirrors are broken!

With disheveled hair and crazy appearance, Fu Yunzi's eyes instantly regained their clarity!

"No...my Mirror Confusion Array!"

The alchemy cultivator of Thousand Illusions Sect changed his face!

Looking in disbelief at the triumphant supernatural powers that he cooperated with the magic weapon, he was directly destroyed by this sound of dragon chant!

"Hey, I'm old-fashioned!"

Fuyunzi sneered, Qingjun sword rushed out, turned into a green dragon, and charged towards Qianhuanzong's alchemy cultivator.

It directly tore apart the dozen or so defensive spells hastily deployed by the Thousand Illusion Sect's Alchemy Demon Cultivator.

Unstoppable!

Hurrah!

Just as the Qingjun sword was directly grabbing the head of the Thousand Illusion Sect's Danjie Moxiu, there was another movement in the sky...

The sound of clanging!

just like……

The real dragon shakes its armor!

The green dragon that the Qingjun sword turned into actually collapsed in the void!

Turn into a little bit of blue light!

"this……"

Fu Yunzi's eyes widened!

The alchemy demon cultivator of Qianhuanzong was also stunned, looking at this scene in shock, and looking at Jiuxiao in fear!

Rumble!

at this time!

The world is shaking!

The entire Jinguyuan seemed to be turned over by an earth dragon!

Fuyunzi and the alchemy cultivator of Qianhuanzong were so frightened that they separated and stopped fighting.

Like them, there are other alchemy cultivators who are fighting both righteous and evil...

Everyone looked at it in awe and uncertainty!

At this moment, everyone understands——

There is a mysterious and powerful existence, displaying supreme supernatural powers!

The supernatural power did not target anyone, but the terrifying power affected all the fighting skills of all the alchemy monks!

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