Mortal Seeking Immortal

Ye Zhou buried his head and continued on his way.

One day later, beside a swamp that looked like a flat land, four monks were fighting fiercely. The magic weapons in front of the monks were constantly flying up and down, and there were violent "bang bang bang" sounds from time to time.

Two of the male monks were wearing the clothes of the Chixia Sect, and the two female monks were wearing the clothes of the Qingsha Sect. The four monks were equally skilled, all in the early stage of foundation building.

However, one of the female monks from the Qingsha Sect had an injury on her right shoulder, and her spiritual power had obviously been consumed a lot, and she was gradually at a disadvantage in the battle.

The male monk from the Chixia Sect who was fighting against her took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. The female monk was unable to respond for a while, and was hit by the male monk with a palm with a "bang", falling from a high altitude at a high speed.

The male monk took advantage of the victory and pursued the female monk, controlling a golden hammer as big as a watermelon to smash it on her head.

The female cultivator was frightened and quickly took out a small shield from her storage bag to block the falling golden hammer. With a swoosh, a black poisonous arrow shot out from the swamp under her and shot towards her heart.

At the critical moment of life and death, the female cultivator suddenly twisted her body in mid-air, and the poisonous arrow passed by her.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw several more poisonous arrows shot out from the swamp under the female cultivator. The female cultivator dodged repeatedly, but one of the poisonous arrows still pierced her abdomen with a "puff" sound, and the black poison quickly flowed through her blood throughout her body.

The female cultivator was about to use her spiritual power to force the poison out of her body, but unexpectedly, the golden hammer took advantage of the female cultivator's distraction and quickly bypassed the shield. With a "bang", it smashed her head. The female cultivator's breath was cut off instantly, and her body fell heavily into the swamp below.

Another female cultivator nearby saw her fellow cultivator die tragically and cried out in pain, "Junior sister!"

The next moment, two male cultivators from the Chixia Sect trapped the female cultivator in the middle, one with a pockmarked face, grinning, "If you had known this would happen, why would you have resisted? Wouldn't it be better to just hand over the Qingli Bingpo Flower?"

The female cultivator glared at the pockmarked male cultivator who killed her fellow cultivator, and said sternly, "Bah! Even if I die, I will never hand over the Qingli Bingpo Flower to you. If you want it, come and get it!"

After that, the female cultivator pulled out a white gauze from her sleeve, and spiritual power flashing white light flowed through the gauze from time to time.

The female cultivator sprayed a large amount of blood on the gauze with a 'puff' sound, and at the same time injected a large amount of spiritual power into the gauze.

The gauze that absorbed the essence, blood and spiritual power suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, and the originally rolled up gauze also unfolded in an instant, covering the female cultivator.

The two male disciples of the Chixia Sect on the side thought that something was wrong, and hurriedly controlled the magic weapons in their hands to smash the female cultivator. Who knew that before their magic weapons fell on the female cultivator, the white light dissipated, and the female cultivator disappeared without a trace.

The two male cultivators of the Chixia Sect had a dark face, and the pockmarked male cultivator had a cold look in his eyes, and said viciously: "Hide? I will find you out and pull out your tendons and bones to vent my anger!"

Then the pockmarked monk took out a Tiangang Wind Blade Talisman from the storage bag and used a large amount of spiritual power to quickly activate it.

When this Tiangang Wind Blade Talisman absorbed all the spiritual power, it floated into the air with a "whoosh" sound and released a green light. A large number of three-foot-long sharp wind blades appeared out of thin air in the air, and "swish swish" shot from the air to the ground within hundreds of meters around the two Chixia Sect male cultivators.

In a short while, all these green wind blades had densely penetrated into the ground.

The pockmarked monk who released the talisman scanned the surroundings and found no trace of the Qingsha Sect female cultivator. He angrily controlled the flying sword floating in front of him and slashed it fiercely at the ground, and a deep sword mark appeared on the ground instantly.

Then the pockmarked monk put away the magic weapon in frustration and called the other male cultivator to rush to the central area.

Who knew that just after the two of them took a few steps, the pockmarked monk who was walking in front suddenly stopped and looked solemnly at a strange tree not far away.

The short male cultivator following him saw that he didn't move, so he stepped forward curiously and asked, "What's wrong? Did you find the trace of the female cultivator from the Qingsha Sect?"

The pockmarked monk shook his head and pointed to the tree not far away and said, "I just saw the branches of that tree seemed to move."

The short male cultivator looked in the direction of the pockmarked monk's finger, only to see that the tree was standing quietly in the same place without any unusual movement.

Even so, the short male cultivator still released his spiritual sense to explore the tree, but he did not find anything unusual. He smiled and said, "Are you too nervous after entering the secret realm and your eyes are blurry?"

The pockmarked monk frowned slightly, quickly shifted his gaze, shook his head and said, "Let's keep going. Maybe I am really blurry. We are not far from the central area now. I don't know if we can be lucky enough to grab an inner circle key from others."

Who knew that as soon as the pockmarked monk finished speaking, he heard the short man beside him say in horror, "Bugs, there are bugs ahead!"

The pockmarked monk's face changed, and he hurriedly looked forward. His eyes were suddenly filled with horror. He saw that the tree not far away disappeared without a trace, and a dense mass of bugs were flying towards them like an overwhelming force!

The pockmarked monk suddenly realized: "The big tree just now was actually transformed by the insect swarm!"

Wherever the insect swarm passed, no grass was left.

The pockmarked monk and his companion hurriedly used shields and other items for defense, and released flying swords and other attacking magic weapons to chop at the insect swarm that surrounded them.

But the insect swarm was too numerous and very flexible. The two controlled the magic weapon to chop and chop for a long time, but only killed a small number of insects. A large number of insects took the opportunity to fly to the shields and shields of the two people. Some of the poisonous insects began to spit corrosive venom at the shields and shields.

In a short while, the shields and shields of the two people were corroded by the venom, and the spiritual light on them was dimmed a lot.

Both knew that if they delayed any longer, they might be buried in the belly of the insects, so they quickly took out the flying sword and other items from the storage bag and prepared to break out separately.

The pockmarked monk threw a round egg-sized black magic weapon into the insect swarm. The magic weapon flew into the air and suddenly made a loud "boom" sound and exploded, killing many insects instantly.

But before the pockmarked monk could escape from this direction, a large number of insects surged up again, surrounded the pockmarked monk and the other monk in the middle, and gradually formed two huge black balls.

In less than a quarter of an hour, two screams came out of the two black balls, and then a terrifying swallowing sound came from the black balls.

When the swallowing sound disappeared, the swarm of insects retreated in the direction they came from like a tide, leaving only two storage bags and some magical instruments that had been corroded to the point of losing their aura.

A crisp whistle came from a small hill not far away, and several palm-sized wasps with sharp stingers on their tails flew over the storage bags with a buzzing sound. They opened their sharp mouthparts and picked up the two storage bags together and flew towards the hill.