Mortal Seeking Immortal

Zhao Han and Yun Heng both decided to stay and help Ye Zhou delay the other cultivators. Xu Yan alone could not break out, so he could only stay and continue to fight with the cultivators brought by Xing Yu.

Ten red daggers formed a huge red net, which surrounded Ye Zhou tightly in the middle, giving Ye Zhou no chance to escape.

Ye Zhou's face sank. Was he going to die here today?

Thinking of the fate of the devil's hand, Ye Zhou frowned, and a strong unwillingness arose in his heart.

No, he still had to cultivate the great way, become an immortal and a god, and live as long as the world. He must not die in the hands of a little Xing Yu!

If it were someone else, he would have been frightened by the battle of Xing Yu's red dagger, but Ye Zhou was not an outsider. He was not frightened by the dangerous aura released by the red dagger, but kept thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

In less than a breath, Ye Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up.

Maybe he could try to use that method!

Ye Zhou began to mobilize the spiritual power of his whole body and release the Black Demon Nether Fire.

Before the smug look on Xing Yu's face faded, Ye Zhou's face suddenly turned very pale, as if he had consumed a lot of spiritual power in a short period of time.

Xing Yu suddenly felt something was wrong, and an ominous omen rose in his heart, and his eyes became solemn.

Although Xing Yu was very confident in his blood-red dagger, he had to start taking the battle with Ye Zhou seriously.

Delay would lead to changes. Xing Yu didn't want to give Ye Zhou a chance to turn the tables. He kept injecting spells into the red dagger, and the light released from the red dagger became extremely dazzling.

Xing Yu stretched out his index finger and pointed to the position where Ye Zhou was: "Kill him for me!"

The light on the ten red daggers flashed, like a shrinking net, quickly gathered in the direction of Ye Zhou who was standing in the center.

And Ye Zhou seemed to be unaware, standing still in place, as if he had surrendered.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yan and the other two felt depressed. Xu Yan wanted to persuade Zhao Han and the other two to leave, but seeing that Zhao Han and the other two's attention was not on him at all, he had to give up, secretly complaining in his heart that Ye Zhou had done him a disservice.

Mu Wanwan had already closed her beautiful eyes. She really couldn't bear to see Ye Zhou turned into a pile of minced meat.

Only Ye Zhou's slightly trembling hands told Xing Yu that Ye Zhou had not given up yet and he was preparing a big move.

Xing Yu naturally couldn't let Ye Zhou release this big move. He urged the red dagger to accelerate continuously.

Xing Yu looked at the distance between the ten daggers getting closer and closer to Ye Zhou with a fierce look in his eyes. In his mind, he could already imagine Ye Zhou's fate next, which would be like a magic hand turning into a pile of minced meat.

By then, no matter what kind of trump card Ye Zhou had, it would be useless.

Wu Yong, who was squatting beside the Thousand-foot Cold Quenching Liquid, saw this scene and felt worried. An idea came to his mind that he must not let the red dagger fall on Ye Zhou!

Although Wu Yong did not see clearly what happened to the magic hand just now, his intuition told him that if these red daggers fell on Ye Zhou, Ye Zhou would be dead!

Wu Yong knew that Ye Zhou was not a person who gave up easily, and surrendering was definitely not his style. Although he did not understand what Ye Zhou wanted to do, it was right to help Ye Zhou delay some time!

Wu Yong, who had always been afraid of death, suddenly came up with an idea. He stood up and shouted provocatively to Xing Yu on the opposite side: "You little bastard from Feiyun Sect! If you have the ability, come and fight me, your grandfather Wu! What's the point of bullying others with magic weapons!"

"So all the disciples of your Feiyun Sect have poor cultivation, so they rely on magic weapons to hold on, right? Even a three-year-old baby in our Lingshou Sect is more than a hundred times stronger than you!"

"Today, your grandfather Wu will show mercy and give you a chance to prove your strength. Do you dare to fight me!"

At this moment, the attention of everyone present was focused on Wu Yong. After seeing that Wu Yong was only at the initial stage of foundation building, Xing Yu instantly showed a sneer on his face.

Before Xing Yu could speak, the two monks who were fighting with Zhao Han and the other two looked at Wu Yong at the same time, their faces full of anger: "Looking for death!"

After that, the two monks pinched their hands and pointed in the direction of Wu Yong, and saw that the two magic weapons that were attacking Zhao Han and the other two in the air turned around and flew towards Wu Yong!

Wu Yong saw that Xing Yu ignored him, but instead provoked the attacks of other monks. He couldn't help cursing in his heart, secretly saying that he didn't check the almanac before going out today, which was too unlucky!

Wu Yong knew how much he was worth, and did not take the attack of the two monks head-on, but quickly lay on the ground, and the big black pot on his back tightly buckled him in the pot, leaving no chance for the other party to attack.

The two monks didn't expect that Wu Yong, who had just spoken arrogantly, now didn't even have the courage to attack, and directly hid under the big black pot as heavy as a tortoise shell, and his face turned black on the spot.

They have been practicing for many years, but this is the first time they have seen such a strange person as Wu Yong.

The two monks kept injecting the magic formula into the magic weapon, urging the magic weapon to attack Wu Yong's big black pot on the ground, as if they wanted to break it!

But what made the two monks despair was that no matter how many times the big black pot was attacked, there was not even a crack on the surface, and it was still as thick and black as before.

Zhao Han and the other two could not bear to watch Ye Zhou's companions being killed by others, so they hurriedly urged the magic weapon to attack the two monks who attacked Wu Yong. In order to protect themselves, the two monks could only recall the magic weapon helplessly.

One of the monks didn't forget to look in the direction of Wu Yong and said harshly: "Boy, don't let me hear you say a word about our Feiyun Sect again! Otherwise I will definitely kill you!"

Seeing that Xing Yu's red dagger was about to fall on him, Ye Zhou could only use part of his spiritual power to punch it into the prison dragon furnace. The golden light flashed on the prison dragon furnace, and a trace of dragon roar came from the prison dragon furnace.

This dragon's roar echoed in the cave, shocking the hearts of everyone present, and their expressions changed. Xing Yu's eyes became more and more greedy when he looked at the Dragon Prison Furnace.

"I didn't expect that this furnace actually contains dragon soul. It just so happened that my ancestor was still short of dragon soul as the main ingredient when making the Nine Dragons Life Extension Pill."

"For this reason, our ancestors have been searching for it for several years. If we can get this furnace and extract the dragon soul from the furnace and offer it to our ancestors, our ancestors will definitely give us more treasures."

Xing Yu now clearly regards the Dragon Prison Furnace as his property, and has already begun to mentally figure out how to extract the dragon soul after Ye Zhou dies.

The figure of Prisoner Dragon Furnace continued to grow in mid-air, and finally the bottom of the furnace became two feet wide. It tightly covered Ye Zhou under him and protected Ye Zhou from the approaching red dagger.