Mortal Cultivation: Starting from a Casual Cultivator

"Friend Wen, you really look down on Wu."

High in the sky, Wang Li's mana several times higher than the same level surged violently, turning into a scorching blue sun.

Sword Qi and Sword Intent shot out from it continuously, turning into cyan meteors in the blink of an eye; and there were hundreds of them in an instant, and in just a few moments, the sky was completely rendered by the spreading blue silk, just like a scene where stars collided after they exploded. meteor shower.

Furthermore, because it was strongly blessed by divine thoughts, it resembled the attack mode of countless meteorites falling from the Milky Way and forming a large star cluster in the universe rotating at high speed.

"Wen doesn't dare to underestimate Fellow Daoist."

On the other side is an equally huge black sun, surrounded by thousands of black air masses the size of millstones.

At the moment when the sword air stream star came, it suddenly condensed into hideous skeletons and ghost heads, rushing forward. It is exactly like countless vengeful spirits wandering in the Jiuyou Underworld, trying to drag the living into the endless devil abyss.

"Oh, is that so? You dare to distract him when you fight with Wu, and the Six Extremes True Demon Art just summoned six illusory phantoms to confuse the public. What is it called perfunctory? Tsk tsk, fellow Daoist Wen, although Your six phantoms are powerful, but after all, they are not possessed to refine corpses, and their combat power seems to be less than one-twelfth of that of a full body. At this level, they can't compete with Wu's golden ape puppet."

In another small battlefield, six strange-looking phantoms are fighting with six golden giant apes wielding sticks and various treasures.

However, the sixth-level true demons are obviously at a disadvantage, and they tend to be scattered all the time.

"Fellow Daoist knows a lot about Wen's exercises. So, Fellow Daoist Wan also listened to your inciting words, so he just stood by and tried to test Wen's details, right?"

"Hehe, so what if you find out? Once the seeds of doubt are planted, do you still think that Fellow Daoist Wan will trust you as before?"

The whistling sound pierced the eardrums.

The crackling sound of bang bang bang was even louder and deafening.

There is quite a sense of sight of the holy fighter Shi Ang using the stardust to spin his skills, and seeing Hong Tonghu's big move Lushan Bailongba.

"That's right, the seeds of doubt have already been planted."

The middle-aged man with a gloomy face sighed secretly: So, I can only use your kid's body instead.

The right hand clenched tightly, and finally slapped the storage bag.

The two hundreds of meters of light clusters first bombarded each other in the air, and then separated thousands of feet of various refined waves, all with the idea of ​​greatly consuming the opponent's mana.

But no matter whether it was Wang Li's Sword Airflow Star or Liu Dao's Myriad Ghosts Hades, they couldn't do anything to their respective opponents; immediately, the two simply started the confrontation mode with a dignified momentum.

The people below saw the constant friction between the two suns, one blue and one black.

Every time there was a confrontation, the aftermath of the explosion made the space tremble slightly, or the air of hundreds of miles passively resonated.

"The old man seemed to see countless stars falling from the starry sky into the sky, and also seemed to hear the roar of Jiuyou's resentful soul."

"With such momentum, I can't wait to flatter my horse. I'm ashamed, ashamed."

All the Nascent Souls were amazed again and again.

They thought that the Great Cultivator Yuanhou was very strong, but they didn't expect to be so strong, so strong that they didn't even dare to go up to help. Wang Li's strength is even more shocking. Can Nascent Soul reach this level in the middle stage?

Wan Sangu curled her lips in disdain.

But when he looked at Wang Li, there was deep vigilance and fear in his eyes.

At high altitude, the battle has entered a fierce stage.

The three-color giant dragon surrounded Wang Li's body like a real dragon playing with a pearl. Beyond the dragon was a cyan sword wheel transformed by mana, composed of hundreds of sword shadows, like a spiral lotus of swords. Every blow in this state is like a real dragon tossing the river and sea, and it is the sword lotus returning to the clan with thousands of swords.

On the side of the Ultimate Sage of the Six Paths, the golden dragon also held a black dragon ball in its mouth, and outside the golden dragon were layer upon layer of fierce phantoms.

The entanglement between the two sides, there are swords beheading the devil, and there are demons swallowing the sword; there are dragon balls of different colors colliding, there are also cyan dragon balls getting into the golden dragon and the magic cloud, black dragon balls piercing the belly of the three-color giant dragon and breaking the sword wheel Shooting, there is even a spiral ascent of two dragons playing with the ball at the same time, no, it is an "elegant" scene of spiraling into the sky.

But just when the six phantoms couldn't hold the six-headed golden ape puppet, a sudden change occurred.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, since you want to die, Wen has made it possible for you."

With a move from the middle-aged man, the phantoms of the real demons that were originally used to deal with the six golden ape puppets flew back in unison.

Another pat on the storage bag, the six afterimages flew towards the six ghosts, and with a sweep of consciousness, it turned out to be six coffins nailed to death.

There seems to be some taboo in using this power, so Liu Dao has always treasured it and did not use it immediately; however, taking it out now is obviously forced to the point where it has to be used.

In fact, the release of each of the six phantoms alone is enough to fight an ordinary monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

However, Wang Li remotely controlled six top-level puppets that were comparable to Nascent Soul's mid-stage combat power, were not afraid of death, and had rough skin and thick flesh.

The former will be damned if he can please him.

When the coffin was opened, six corpses with eyes closed and black and blue in color appeared in front of everyone.

"impossible!"

These three words almost popped out of the minds of most of the high-ranking monks of the two ways of righteousness and magic.

"That's it, Senior Brother Yu Hengzi? Didn't Senior Brother Yu Hengzi be buried in the sect's cemetery after his death two hundred years ago? When did the corpse end up in the hands of the servant of Liu Dao?"

A Nascent Soul Stage Elder of Tianji Sect opened his mouth wide, his face full of shock and disbelief. The contemporary sect master Tian Yuanzi beside him had an extremely ugly expression on his face.

"The old Daoist of Busan, who was famous for a while a hundred years ago, was also refined into a corpse. If I remember correctly, this old monster seems to have been cultivated in the middle stage of Yuanying, right? By the way, the forces he supported seemed to be later taken by the Holy Demon Island. annexed."

Among Mo Dao and his party, some people broke into cold sweat.

"Look, the third one, isn't that the old scarlet fire monster who suddenly disappeared more than ten years ago? I heard that the scarlet fire old monster has practiced his scarlet fire magic. The complete flame was killed unexpectedly."

The other three are no longer monks in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and only had an early stage of cultivation during their lifetime; but these three, without exception, are all rare physical cultivators!

Among them is even a female nun with superb physical skills!

This woman was the number one beauty in Chaos Star Sea back then.

Seeing the six phantoms submerged in the six refined corpses, there was a sound of joint crackling and frying beans on the six refined corpses, and the figures twitched, twisted and even swelled, and finally became seven or eight feet in size, A monster with the same appearance as the real ghost phantom.

One, with two horns on his head, a thick tail, and huge palms, is a powerful true demon.

The two, with three heads and six arms, are ugly and ferocious, and they are six-armed true demons.

The three of them, whose bodies are surrounded by blood-red flames, and the flames turned into armors wearing them, with a flaming head on their heads, are blood flame true demons.

The fourth, with a pair of bone wings extending from the back, is the Tianyi True Demon.

The fifth is a crawling species, characterized by an old elder with a long tongue, and four arms that are also extremely long. They are Voldemort.

Sixth, a monster of a different kind, with three thousand troubles hanging down like a waterfall, and looks even more beautiful, pure and pleasant; except for the blood-red eyes that are a bit scary, it is definitely a very eye-catching one, not inferior to Ziling Yuanyao The flirtatious slut. It's called Tian Yu Zhen Mo.

The six monsters, after absorbing the six groups of sticky black light sprayed out by the self-destructive parts of the six extreme sages, their auras all skyrocketed.

The first three exude a powerful aura at the peak of the mid-term;

The latter three are slightly weaker, but they also have the momentum comparable to the average Nascent Soul mid-stage.

The six demons fought against the six golden ape puppets again, and they naturally gained the upper hand.

Everyone just felt dry mouthed.

"Wait, what kind of existence were we dancing with before? Didn't it mean that if we were unlucky and died in battle, the corpse would have to be refined into a refined corpse and continue to work for that bastard of the Six Paths?"

The next moment, the person who muttered was slapped in the face.

Because he underestimated the ruthlessness of Liu Dao, because the following facts told everyone that not only the flesh body will be sacrificed to refine corpses after death, but the primordial spirit may not be spared.

No, Wen Liudao opened his mouth, and a black light shot out from it, and after the black light dissipated in a flash, a small white flag several inches long was revealed from it.

Almost at the moment when the little flag appeared, the old devil had already completed the urging of some kind of spell; immediately after that, it could be seen that the original several inches of the flag began to rise violently against the wind, and the sky suddenly became overcast with strong wind and thunder, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of waves. Ghost howling.

In the end, Xiao Banner turned into a thick white tall bone banner.

What made the owner of countless gazes frowned was that the whole body of the flag was actually made of human bones.

The flagpole is a human spine, with fourteen skulls shrunk down to the size of a baby's fist inlaid on the top. The flag surface is made of crushed bones mixed with human skin; the place where the flag surface connects to the flagpole is densely packed There are fourteen pairs of bone claws in total.

This banner is the "Three Gods Bone Banner", one of the seven great evil weapons in the spiritual world.

As mana was poured into it, complex runes immediately flickered on the flagpole. When the runes spread into the flag, a small black hole vortex emerged, and fourteen ghost figures glowing with bloody red light emerged from it.

After these ghost shadows "one-to-one" merged into the fourteen skulls on the flagpole, the skulls rekindled their vitality, and their fangs fluttered, making a creepy howling sound.

Those with a slightly lower cultivation base will feel restless when they hear it, and their blood will not stop, no matter how difficult it is to concentrate.

The fourteen skulls absorbed a sufficient amount of black yin energy in the bone streamer, and immediately took action. They separated from the bone banner one after another, surrounded the body of the ultimate saint of Liudao, and stared at Wen Liudao, who was the banner owner.

Seeing this ruthless man, with a swipe of black light from his fingertips, he actually cut off his left arm, which was as long as an ape's arm, and then threw it to the ghost heads vying for food.

And the fourteen ghost heads that swallowed this arm have become obedient and quiet since then.

Among them, the three leading ones, their auras rose steadily, and finally reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul; although the other eleven were a bit short, they also had the level of the Nascent Soul. After that, under the finger of the Supreme Sage of the Six Paths, screaming and enveloping groups of tens of feet of ink clouds fiercely slashed out.

It echoes with the golden dragon that Wen Liudao rides.

"Those, shouldn't they all be refined with the souls of fellow Daoists in the Nascent Soul stage?"

No one could answer this question, and everyone spontaneously fell silent.