Mortal Seeking Immortal

The black light was shaken by the hand that appeared out of thin air and flew backwards. It stumbled to a stop in mid-air, revealing its true appearance. It was actually a small sword that was about one foot long and shimmering with black light. The sword was also wrapped with A trace of strange gray-white gas.

The man in black robe let out a soft cry, and his inquiring gaze fell on somewhere in front of the Mu clan chief, and he said: "Physical cultivation? I didn't expect that there is actually a body cultivation in the pill-forming realm in this remote Donghai City. It's really not simple. ”

The man in black robe was in the early stage of pill formation and was on par with Ye Zhou, but his physical strength was a bit stronger than that of monks at the same level. However, the man in black robe did not show any fear on his face, as if he had not let Ye Zhou go. In the eyes.

At this time, a figure appeared in front of Patriarch Mu. It was Ye Zhou, who had just parted ways with Patriarch Mu.

It turned out that after Ye Zhou and Patriarch Mu parted ways, they did not take a detour back to Donghai City. Instead, they found a small island close to Donghai City. They planned to rest here for a while. After Patriarch Mu and his party returned to Donghai City, they entered Donghai City in disguise. .

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the island, Ye Zhou smelled a faint smell of blood. After searching with his spiritual sense, he found a dead body wearing Mu family clothes next to the island. Ye Zhou recognized this person as a member of the Mu family. The steward responsible for handling matters on the dock.

Ye Zhou immediately knew that something must have happened on the dock. He was worried that Chief Mu and his party would be ambushed on the dock, so he hurried to the dock. He happened to encounter a man in black robe attacking Chief Mu, so he took action to block the fatal blow for Chief Mu.

The moment Chief Mu saw Ye Zhou, his eyes showed a hint of joy, and he said excitedly: "Senior Ye, why are you here? Thank you, Senior Ye, for helping me."

Ye Zhou didn't say much to Chief Mu. The hand that had just blocked the small sword dropped down and shook slightly, as if he wanted to get rid of something. Upon closer inspection, Ye Zhou actually had a wisp of hair attached to his palm. Grayish white air.

This wisp of gray-white air was exactly the same as the air on the small sword. It should have been contaminated by Ye Zhou when he stopped the small sword.

The gray-white gas was like a maggot attached to the bone, twisting its body and trying to get into Ye Zhou's body. No matter how Ye Zhou used his spiritual power, he could not get rid of it.

Because Ye Zhou had practiced the Demonic Body Forging Technique, this gray-white energy could not break through Ye Zhou's defense for a while.

Ye Zhou frowned slightly and glanced at this wisp of gray-white gas. A ray of consciousness fell on the gray-white gas. After Ye Zhou carefully inspected it, he found that there was no breath of living things in this wisp of gray-white gas. Even though Ye Zhou had extensive knowledge, he suddenly realized that I don't know what it is.

At this time, the man in black robes standing on the cargo ship also noticed Ye Zhou's little movements. He sneered and said: "Don't waste your efforts. Once you are entangled in the holy mist of our sect, don't say you are a monk in the pill formation realm, you will become a Nascent Soul." Even if the cultivator does not die, he will shed his skin."

"Although you are a physical practitioner, I don't believe you have any weaknesses."

As soon as the man in black robe finished speaking, he saw the gray-white gas attached to Ye Zhou's palm. Seeing that it could not penetrate into Ye Zhou's body from here, it actually started to swim to other parts of Ye Zhou's body. It seemed that it wanted to escape from Ye Zhou's body. The weak points on his body penetrated into Ye Zhou's body.

Sect Holy Mist?

Intuition told Ye Zhou that something bad would happen if this wisp of gray-white gas penetrated his body.

Ye Zhou glanced at the gray-white aura. Not only did this object look like mist in appearance, but its shape was as ethereal as mist and could not be captured. If an ordinary monk was haunted by this thing, he would definitely do what the man in black robe said. , can't get rid of it.

Ye Zhou released a wisp of black demon ghost fire without leaving a trace. The black demon ghost fire rushed towards the gray-white air like a small snake. The gray-white air seemed to be aware of the danger. His body swayed and turned into a thin mist. Spread around.

Unexpectedly, the black demon Minghuo was one step ahead of the gray-white aura, and plunged into the gray-white aura with a whooshing sound.

With a roar, a cluster of black devil fire as thick as a little finger sprang up, and then the flame disappeared together with the gray-white aura.

From Ye Zhou releasing the black demon ghost fire to getting rid of the gray-white energy, the process only took a moment. Even the men in black robes on the cargo ship didn't see clearly what methods Ye Zhou had used.

The man in black robe only saw a flash of black light, and the gray-white aura attached to Ye Zhou's hand disappeared.

Ye Zhou raised his hand and looked at the empty palm, and said calmly to the man in black: "What kind of sect's holy mist? I thought it was something extraordinary, but it looks like nothing more than that."

The man in black robe showed a look of surprise and lost his voice: "How is it possible? You can actually drive away the holy mist of my sect! Who are you!"

Ye Zhou did not answer, but looked at the man in black robe with a cold look in his eyes. The man in black robe noticed the murderous intention in Ye Zhou's heart, took a step back, and said hurriedly: "You can't kill me, my fellow sect is here in the East China Sea. If you kill me in the city, my fellow disciples will not spare you."

Just now, the man in black robe relied on the power of the sect's holy mist and did not pay attention to Ye Zhou, a body cultivator in the alchemy realm. Now he saw that Ye Zhou could easily get rid of the sect's holy mist. With his cultivation Since he was no match for Ye Zhou, he hurriedly moved his fellow disciples out in an attempt to delay time. At the same time, he retracted his right hand into his sleeve and crushed a jade talisman.

Ye Zhou's expression did not change when he heard this, his eyes swept over the right hand of the man in black robe that had been retracted into his sleeve, and he disappeared from the place in a flash.

The man in black robe had a look of horror on his face, turned around, used his movement skills and fled towards Donghai City.

But Ye Zhou didn't give him this chance. The next moment, two yin-yang fish appeared out of thin air in front of the man in black robe. The man in black robe was shocked and was about to turn around and run away. Unexpectedly, he saw a big bell half a man high hitting him. The sound hit him on the head.

A moment later, Ye Zhou put away the Heaven Refining Bell, moved, and landed on a cargo ship docked at the dock. The body of the man in black robes was also thrown onto the cargo ship by Ye Zhou with a plop.

The leader of the Huoyuan Sect and his group looked at Ye Zhou with fear in their eyes.

The situation reversed so quickly that before the leader of the Huo Yuan Sect and his party could react, the pill-forming monk they invited had died.

At this time, the merchant ship on which Chief Mu and his party were riding had also docked at the dock. Chief Mu led his people onto the cargo ship and surrounded the leader of the Huo Yuan Sect and his party.

The leader of the Huoyuan Sect knew that the situation was over, and hurriedly knelt down in front of Ye Zhou, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Ye Zhou ignored the leader of the Huoyuan Sect and handed him over to Chief Mu, while he began to look at the body of the man in black robe.

Lifting the black robe covering his face, a slightly childish face appeared in front of Ye Zhou's eyes. Ye Zhou believed that this person was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

If an ordinary monk wants to cultivate to the realm of alchemy at the age of seventeen or eighteen, his spiritual root should be very outstanding, at least the best spiritual root. However, when Ye Zhou fought with this person just now, he clearly found that this person's spiritual root was only of the middle grade. .

This made Ye Zhou feel doubtful.