Mortal Cultivation: Starting from a Casual Cultivator

The six newcomers were not aware of the situation here, and in the blink of an eye, a group of three were attacked.

Except for the masters of the blood killing sect in the middle stage of Yuanying, relying on the secret technique similar to the method of transformation, that is, using an arm to replace the fatal blow that the body is about to suffer.

He flashed dozens of feet, his face pale.

However, it was obviously too late to retreat at this time.

Within the space range of thousands of feet, space cracks like spider webs burst out from the void from time to time! Even the gold wind can't stop the attacker's trajectory! And this space just happened to envelop everyone! No one dares to fly alone!

After all, the strong golden wind is too bad.

Not only does it greatly hinder everyone's sight and consciousness, but it can also slow down everyone's escapism and movement speed! This makes it harder to run fast and capture the attacker's trajectory! The most important thing is that the other party seems to be completely unaffected by the golden wind because of his too strong strength!

This is tantamount to another negative suppression of oneself and a positive blessing to the enemy!

Seeing this, Zhi Yang hurriedly transmitted sound to everyone present, signaling for everyone to gather quickly!

Everyone can only join forces to defend against the enemy, or they will all die.

"Careful to the left."

Master Zhiyang reminded through voice transmission that cold sweat was all over his forehead.

They were separated by two or three thousand feet, which was just enough for him to observe the situation of the reinforcements, and barely capture Wang Li's figure from the golden wind.

In the outside world, without the golden wind, there would be no problem with his spiritual consciousness covering four or five hundred miles; but here, he couldn't ignore the massive interference of the golden wind. On the contrary, you have to use a certain amount of mana to resist the all-pervasive erosion of yourself by the golden wind.

So are others.

Only Zhang Tie, who was able to use the large array to control the golden wind to resist Tiannan's cultivators, was in a much better situation. But once you leave the big formation, you have to become like these people again.

Of course, it still has an influence on Wang Li.

In fact, his spiritual consciousness was also suppressed; but it was not as serious as everyone else's.

The spiritual consciousness that can cover thousands of miles is only about fifty or sixty miles here.

However, even if it is greatly restricted, there is only a coverage area of ​​nearly one hundred thousand feet of consciousness, and the mobility is not suppressed by the golden wind, and the advantages of the consciousness level are also improved by changing directions like the advantages of the physical body, magic weapons, and eyesight. Next; comparable to him in the stage of transforming gods, he almost played 90% of the momentum of the demon cultivator in the middle stage of transforming gods crushing the crispy skin of Yuanying in the early stage.

"Fellow Daoist Ancient Demon in the formation, you should have seen what happened to your companion, right? If you don't want to end up in the same end, then I hope that fellow Daoists can put aside the previous suspicions with me and let me wait Gain a little breathing space in the formation instead of being targeted. From then on, we will never stop fellow Taoists from leaving Tiannan."

If the ancient demons in the formation can drive the large formation, with the help of geographical advantages, they will form a golden wind barrier in the formation to protect them, without restricting them.

Then they can not only extend the warning range to several thousand feet farther, gaining a little more reaction time; they can also get a layer of wind barrier protection to delay the opponent, and then gain another considerable reaction time.

With these two increases, the individual gap should be able to narrow a lot.

As a whole, one's own side can "surge in strength".

At least he won't continue to be so helpless at the moment, at least he can take one or two chances to fight back or something.

Zhang Tie's eyes moved when he heard that.

Being alone, he hardly had any hope of getting lucky, and was ready to fight to the death; but the changes in the situation gave him a glimmer of life!

Because sitting at the center of the formation, he can be said to be an important guarantee for Tiannan and the others! If he doesn't have an accident, the formation can run endlessly, thus increasing and decreasing both sides. For this reason, Master Zhiyang was sent into the formation and provided assistance; then these high-ranking monks in Tiannan would never sit back and watch him be killed by the mysterious man outside the formation who tortured and killed three Nascent Soul Stages.

Of course, it is impossible for him to completely trust Tiannan and the others.

Now he is just using these people's desperate thoughts and the effect of the big formation to narrow the gap between these people and the mysterious person, so as to try to make the two groups of people in front of him lose out!

Just be an ostrich.

It is true that Master Zhiyang and others are threats to him; but at this time, they are even more life-saving straws.

If you cooperate, you will benefit both, and if you divide, you will lose.

"Okay, remember what you said."

After figuring out the pros and cons, Zhang Tie simply opened a gap in the formation light curtain and let a few people into the formation.

"I'll lock him in a while, everyone listen to my command, don't hold back!"

Master Zhiyang took a deep breath and said solemnly.

Master Broken Soul, Old Demon Yunlu, and the other two mid-stage players nodded solemnly. At this time, the righteous and evil people can be said to be united as one.

At this moment, Wang Li resolved the so-called reinforcements and re-locked Zhiyang and the others.

Looking at the battle of the same enemy here, I couldn't help raising my eyebrows.

The next moment, the figure flashed, and the person was killed outside the big formation. Facing the big formation, a big hole was opened with a poke and a tear with the knife in his hand. I caught a glimpse of a middle-stage cultivator who hit him with two exquisite ancient treasures that could cooperate with each other, ignored the other attacks, divided them into six, and directly took the man whose face changed wildly.

Phantom Clone.

Up to nine mana clones with about half of the attack power of the main body can be separated.

However, even if it is only half of the attack method

Facing the fire-element wind-element combined advanced spells assisted by the golden wind gust wall, and it was jointly performed by several Nascent Soul mid-stage masters, facing the frenzy of fire and sea tornado that could destroy the world, the energy avatar just swelled up. As soon as the stomach blows forward, the flame immediately rolls back!

Facing several magic treasures and ancient treasures, Ontology grabbed one and held it firmly in his palm. At that moment, seventy-two golden and blue sword edges emerged from Wang Li's palm! And the treasure that was originally shining brightly had dozens of holes in it in an instant, and then it uttered a whine under the constriction of the huge force, and broke into iron powder in the blink of an eye!

The ancient treasure that was slapped either broke or flew upside down losing most of its spirituality.

After this round, Broken Soul and Yunlu both groaned together and swallowed a mouthful of old blood! Although the treasure of mind-spirit connection sacrificed separately was not destroyed, it also lost its spirituality.

Master Zhiyang blocked the clone attacking him without injury, but he didn't feel any joy in his heart, on the contrary, he became even more terrified!

This time I'm afraid it's doomed!

"How can you be so strong at distinguishing afterimages?"

He could feel that the avatar was far inferior to the opponent's body; but the more so, the more desperate it was. Because everyone took the opportunity to disperse and escape, and the last hope of resigning to fate has not been extinguished!

"A few of you are pretty good."

After receiving the two captured Nascent Souls, he glanced at Broken Soul and Yunlu lightly.

The two of them stared at each other with goosebumps all over their bodies.

And next, Wang Li was not in a hurry to act, but directly sent a voice transmission to the honest-looking young man with white knuckles in the formation:

"Zhang Tie, long time no see. You boy, how did you become like this?"

Distant and familiar, this voice engraved in the depths of his brain and dusty for a long time came to Zhang Tie's ears, which immediately made the pupils of the naive young man shrink, and then suddenly raised his head to show horror!

Immortal cultivators, in addition to their visual memory, some can also remember their voices through their ears.

For those who have bad noses, they will never forget their breath.

Zhang Tie is the second type, and he really recognized the identity of the representative behind the voice without any cover-up:

"Are you, Uncle Wu? Or, Uncle Wang?"

Now, it was Wang Li's turn to be surprised.

Although after Yuanying, in front of 99% of outsiders, he seldom speaks with his original voice, but uses a voice changer to change his voice. It is precisely because he is afraid of being remembered by others, so that he can see through the disguise of his appearance! (Blind people don't look at appearances)! As for the smell, Xiaomei reminded him to cover it up; with the smell of the sea, even if there were mutant spirit beasts in Tiannan who were sensitive to smell and awakened some unknown talent, it would be difficult to remember his real breath.

But he never expected that after giving birth to a baby, he would use his original voice in front of outsiders for the first time, but Zhang Tie, the idiot, would immediately recognize his dual identities!

"It seems that you have noticed my identity back then! When did you notice it?"

Wang Li was really interested in this.

"Uncle, is it really you?"

For some reason, Zhang Tie's nose became sour, and his eyes turned red all of a sudden.

Wang Li didn't say a word, just waiting for the kid's response.

"I recognized my uncle's voice when I met him again in Wanbaolou; but I wasn't sure at the time, and later outside the Scarlet Forbidden Land, I was sure of my uncle's identity. After all, among the cultivators, I I only remember the few important sounds, and I actively forget the others; in this way, I can feel when I hear the timbre of those specific sounds.”

This time, Mr. Wang remained calm on the surface, but he was extremely speechless in his heart: Your mother is so talented!

No wonder this kid can still remember his voice in the foundation building period after more than two hundred years.

Co-authoring only a few dozen or so familiar memories in my mind, can I not be sensitive?

It's almost like being seated right.

"Then, you shouldn't blame me for not helping you then?"

Wang Li said with a smile.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, Zhang Tie let you down. If I knew that I would end up like this today, I would not let down the kindness of my uncle's training in the past no matter what."

regret?

I regret it so much!

Even the intestines are regretful!

This is the so-called No. 1 monk in Tiannan. Looking at today's record, he has refreshed his understanding of the monk. Transformation gods are not so fierce!

Look at the senior iron-winged demon who I have always regarded as my backer. Facing this uncle, he failed to block a single move and was captured alive by Broken Wing.

The gap is simply unreasonable.

In other words, with this kind of backing, even if he doesn't have all the adventures in Tiansha Continent, with his status as this person, with the help of this uncle, there is a great chance to conceive a baby in this life, and hit the big monk There is also a ray of possibility in the field.

If one counts the adventures of the Tiansha Continent and the contribution of the ancient teleportation formation, and the backing of a towering tree like the Yellow Maple Valley, which has at least three big monks sitting in it; The probability of becoming a great monk is extremely high; one can even get a glimpse of the deity.

After all, the benefits of eating both are too great!

How did it end up in a situation where people are not humans, demons are not demons, and the future road is bumpy, and everyone is screaming and beating and being worried about all kinds of things?

And the magic energy empowerment is not a good thing, the empowerment has basically finalized his upper limit.

Not to mention advancing into a god in this world, it will be extremely difficult to become a great monk in the future! Now to practice, you can only use pure magic energy to empower you! Not to mention the super high risks involved, the costs in other aspects are not so easy to bear. Based on his speculation, if he really wanted to go further, he would have to get empowerment from the level of the Holy Patriarch's Fennian!

What's the difference between this and cutting off his future?

The most important thing is, "human rape"!

This heavy identity is enough to make countless people poke his spine and curse hundreds of thousands of years! Now, he has given up even his own roots, and even his qualifications as a human being.

Just look at the old man of the Nine Suns Temple before, and you will know the taboos!

And everything is the handwriting of that old friend, and it's all the price of a wrong choice made by myself in the past.

"I'm not in a hurry to hear your story right now, so I just ask you, do you want to die or live?"

Wang Li had a smile on his face. Looking at Master Zhiyang, who had intercepted a little bit of Zhang Tie's voice transmission, and his complexion became extremely ugly, the smile on his face became more intense.

Although one more Zhang Tie is not much, and one less Zhang Tie is not much, the final result is basically the same. However, giving people hope, and giving this hope a feeling of life and death, gave him a little motivation to take action himself.

Furthermore, it was his deliberate indulgence that Master Zhiyang could easily enter this formation without being blocked.

If he didn't come in, how could he continue fishing? How to catch all the monks who entered the valley? You can't kill them all, and then go to collect them inch by inch, right?

At that time, I'm afraid that because of the sudden disappearance of the imprint of Zhiyang Master's spiritual consciousness, the two groups of people from the righteous Tianji Sect and the Scarlet Lotus Sect may be scared away!

It's different now.

want to run, no way;

I want to give a warning, but the spiritual sense mark can't let them pass the news across the air, it will only make other areas rush here one by one when they receive the news before the battle;

If you want to die, no one realizes this and is selfless, at least everyone here at this moment is like this.

It's better to die than to live, isn't it?

One more second is more hope, isn't it?

The so-called hope of life of the people here is equal to the despair of other people rushing to this area in a hurry.

Sure enough, within a hundred breaths, another group of people arrived.

However, this time, Zhi Yang and the others who were beaten half disabled and seriously injured, not only were not the slightest bit happy, but the despair in their hearts was even worse: God, you will not give me a way to survive!

With a few more teams coming together, they still have a little hope of making a comeback; it is precisely because of this that they did not choose to use suicide to remind other people who have not yet arrived.

But if they arrive in batches like the current one, it will be a little hopeless.

There is a sense of sight of cutting the artery and bleeding.

The faster the remaining people in the valley come and the more scattered they are, the easier it will be for the other party to harvest, and the chance of them escaping will be closer to zero.

At the same time, their remaining time will become more and more compact.

At this moment, the few people in the formation seemed to be facing a "countdown to death".

The most terrible thing is that they know that the ancient demon has reached a deal with the people outside the formation, but they can't turn around and deal with this ancient demon first, otherwise they will die faster!

This is another psychological game.

A Nascent Soul Stage came out of a valley entrance and exit in a panic.

It can be seen that he has experienced something not long ago, and now he is very panicked.

But at this moment:

"Fellow Daoist, where are you going?"

Accompanied by this sudden greeting, Chi walked out of a hidden formation.

Smilingly, he looked at the wretched old man who only had the initial stage of Nascent Soul.

There are really fish that slip through the net that have never been hooked.

ps: I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family. I wish teachers a happy Teacher's Day.