Mortals: start with self-created body cultivation

The center of the formation, the core hall.

Xu Qingyang stepped on the golden lotus and landed steadily on the wooden carving of an animal head at the corner of the roof. His black gold silk robe danced in the wind, and he looked at the Huanglong Mountain killings indifferently.

If Mulan is just, he is the final boss of the Huanglong Mountain level.

Pushing dungeons should be done step by step, but Mulan people have limited patience.

"Fellow Taoist Mulan, come out!"

In the empty clouds and fog, a ball of cyan light was like a powerful hairdryer. Large areas of fog were blown away, and a woman in green clothes came dozens of feet outside the hall. She looked at the casual and powerful enemy. The woman's eyes were solemn. However, his behavior was very polite. After receiving the greeting in a serious manner, he said: "Fellow Daoist Xu, thank you very much!"

"Don't!"

"Your thanks make Xu look like a spy!"

The woman chuckled lightly and said with a hint of temptation: "If Xu Taoist friend is willing to help me break the formation, that's not a bad idea. Spies are too ugly. Good birds choose trees to roost. A Taoist friend as outstanding as this will not understand!"

"Why, you really want to bribe Xu!" Xu Qingyang frowned.

However, the woman felt that there was some hope and opened her mouth and said: "If fellow Taoist help our clan to capture Tiannan, wherever you want in this Tiannan realm, you only need to say a word, and it will be occupied by fellow Taoist and your descendants for generations to come." "Fellow Taoists can also merge into our clan and become the eleventh major tribe. They can live in the temple and receive the same treatment as the Mulan people."

The asking price is not small, and the woman also thinks that the other party is worth the price.

Perhaps this person was still far behind compared to the three major cultivators in Tiannan, but his future achievements were limitless. He had already collected a lot of information, especially the terrifying magical power of the opponent who had captured the demonic cultivator of Tianluo Sect alive, which made her even more afraid.

Xu Qingyang sighed: "What you said made Xu really tempted!"

However, the conversation changed and he added: "It's a pity that you, the Mulan people, are destined to fail. A good bird must choose a good piece of wood first. No matter how Xu looks at it, you, the Mulan people, are just a broken ship that can capsize at any time. Not a good piece of wood!”

The woman looked startled: "Fellow Daoist Xu, why are you so sure that our clan will fail?"

"This is not nonsense, why should I tell you that I have read the plot!" Xu Qingyang thought to himself.

But this is a joke. When it comes to this kind of relatively balanced duel, the plot development is often unreliable, especially since he now has a strong ability to intervene, which is much better than a butterfly flapping its wings. The reason why we are sure that the Mulan people will not succeed is because of time. Even if the Mulan people die, they will be roughly the same as Tiannan. No matter what, they will not be able to quickly eliminate the Tiannan monks.

If the time drags on a little longer, there will definitely be movement from the sudden person.

At that time, we will be attacked from both sides, and it will be strange to win.

Xu Qingyang did not hide anything. He repeated what he said to Gu Shuangpu to this woman in more detail. He even pointed out that the Tuwu people had received the support of the Jin Dynasty forces and had no worries.

After listening to this, the woman's face changed again and again.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, I don't know how you learned about the Tutu people and the situation of the Dajin monks. You must have learned about it from the Yinluo Sect prisoner. If so, fellow Daoist should also know that our clan is not without aim. Before deciding to attack, our clan has also received support from some sects in the Jin Dynasty. They will contain the supporters of the Tutu people when necessary. Otherwise, how can our clan be confident in taking over Tiannan!"

"Great Jin Demon Cultivator, you just comfort yourselves like this!"

The woman's face was tense, her eyes flashed with some complicated meanings, and she pursed her almond-shaped lips and said nothing.

Seeing that she still refused to give up, Xu Qingyang simply spread his arms and said: "Your clan is so poor that it's easy to lose your pants. There is nothing that can tempt the demon cultivators of the Jin Dynasty to support them for a long time. They can only agree to intervene because they are the remnant souls of the battlefield."

Not to mention the humiliation of wearing pants, the woman's face turned pale.

Xu Qingyang could feel the strong murderous intention contained in it, and said indifferently: "Don't be impulsive. If this news is known to others, your clan's military morale will be affected a little, and it won't be of much help to Tiannan at the moment. What Xu wants to say is , since they are just fighting to kill the remaining souls, how can they really prevent the unexpected people from intervening in the war and expanding their harvest. "

The Mulan people were extremely poor, and they were cut off from the entrance to Jin Dynasty by unruly people. The only thing they could get away with was the souls of those who died in the war.

The order of the Jin Dynasty is very strong, and the demonic cultivators cannot slaughter the city at will, collect souls to refine weapons and practice, etc. Therefore, in order to make a wave of windfall, they encourage the Mulan people to attack, and even provide them with assistance and containment. This can be analyzed based on the details. Yes, no need to know the plot.

The containment is temporary, and the assistance is just to reap the results as soon as possible.

For example, the devil who captured the Yinluo Sect before went to the battlefield to collect the remaining souls. He occasionally helped out and moved his muscles to fulfill the agreement.

Once they have eaten and drank enough, and have almost collected their souls, it is possible to activate the second round of war.

By then, both Tiannan and the Mulan people would have suffered losses. If the Tutu people suddenly intervened, it would be another extremely tragic and massive killing. Whether they were supporters of the Mulan people or supporters of the Tutu people, they would all be involved in this war. Obtaining generous rewards, as for the life and death of the herbs and Tiannan, it is none of their business.

The woman still refused to give up and said bravely: "This time is enough for our clan to change the situation."

"Fellow Daoist Xu, maybe you are right, but our clan does not need to completely capture Tiannan. We only need to capture the Nine Nations Alliance. If unexpected people intervene, what do you think the Tiannan monks should do?"

"They have no choice. If they attack our clan, won't the Tuwu people covet Tiannan?"

"At that time, the power of Tiannan was greatly damaged, and the Tuwu people were in full swing. They would definitely continue to attack and seize Tiannan in one fell swoop, unify the grassland and Tiannan, and establish a huge ethnic group spanning the north and south. No one can refuse this supreme cause. The people of Tiannan will have only one choice at that time, to fight against the Tuwu people together with us and realize the peace strategy of Fellow Daoist Xu."

"Haha, just want to take advantage of the opportunity. The Mulan people have come to this day, which is really their own fault!" Xu Qingyang lost the desire to talk.

The woman's face also became cold: "Since we can't reach an agreement, we have to offend them!"

As she said that, she pulled her waist, looking like she was going to take off her clothes, but in fact she pulled out a white silk. The white silk was thrown forward by the woman and turned into a dazzling white light. Then a snow-white eagle condensed.

The wings spread about five or six feet, with red eyes, and it was very magical.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, it's not too late now!" The woman maintained the last restraint and wanted to persuade him to surrender.

Xu Qingyang snorted: "I don't know what you mean!"

The woman immediately had no intention of holding back, and she cast a series of spells with both hands. The white eagle's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and it flew up to the sky with its wings whirring towards Xu Qingyang at an incredibly fast speed. In its feathers, dense wind blades turned into wind and rolled down. Xu Qingyang was too lazy to move his feet, and slashed the air with one hand.

"Boom~"

The huge golden palm print defeated a large number of wind blades with one palm.

The woman was shocked. Without any pre-casting, he could instantly cast such a powerful magical power. This person was really weird. He didn't even feel the fluctuation of mana.

She couldn't understand that Xu Qingyang's fighting power came from this.

Every move and every style was a great magical power. The characteristics of the blood and qi itself were full of attack power, not pure energy like mana.

Xu Qingyang casually slapped the wind of the white eagle and still had no intention of moving. The hall under his feet was the core of the formation and also his mission. Once the hall was broken, the power of the entire Huanglong Mountain formation would be greatly reduced. He turned his hand and took the Jiaolong Bow. He pulled it upwards, and the blood and qi condensed into arrows. The woman felt something was wrong and immediately wanted to control the white eagle to dodge.

It happened in a split second. With a "hum", the white eagle flew backwards.

Xu Qingyang kept moving and pulled the dragon bow again.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~"

Three arrows in a row, the white eagle swung and grabbed the main gear, and two balls of light exploded continuously. The last arrow broke through the defense. Xu Qingyang pulled the bow and his hand loosened again. The blood arrow passed through his chest, revealing a hole as big as a basin. The white eagle struggled to fall and gradually turned into a white silk. The spiritual light on it was gone, and there was a big hole.

Although the magic weapon was destroyed, the woman didn't care in her heart and didn't even look at it again.

It was natural that the other party had strength. When Xu Qingyang shot the white eagle, a small green tripod flew out from her head, spinning non-stop. At the same time, she pinched the spell with her hands and uttered an obscure spell.

When Xu Qingyang shot the last arrow, she spread her white fingers and held her hands up.

A white light ball was touched by her palm, and the light ball slowly opened, as if a white lotus bud was slowly taking shape. Yuanying cultivators usually don't use such time-consuming spells when fighting. The preparation time is enough to die many times, but if it is released, the power is predictable.

Without thinking about it, Xu Qingyang took out the Dragon Soul Arrow.

The woman was in great danger and goose bumps appeared. The green tripod cover on her head opened with a "pop", and countless green light threads flew out, forming a green light cocoon in front of the woman.

The Dragon Soul Arrow was unstoppable and pierced through the light cocoon with one strike.

The green-shirted woman's face turned pale, and she ended the spell in advance. The flower bud in her hand fully bloomed, and the petals unfolded, turning into a white lotus platform that flew to the top of the woman's head, releasing circles of white light, forming a circle of white halo outside the woman's body, as holy as if a holy Buddha had descended to the earth.

Then the speed of the dragon soul arrow that was as powerful as a bamboo suddenly dropped, and the roar was deafening.

"So agile, could it be a transformed dragon!"

The woman released the white lotus, and seemed very confident. She was in the mood to evaluate the irritable dragon soul, but the dragon soul was still smart. Seeing that it could not rush through, it took the initiative to transform from the arrow body into a scarlet blood dragon about ten feet long, and then lay on the white light, spitting out a mouthful of red flames fiercely.

"Zi~"

Like oil and water, the white light sizzled.

The woman was shocked. This lotus was transformed by her ancient Buddhist magic. It could restrain most of the attacks of evil spirits. At the same time, it could also resist most of the power of common five-element attacks. It was a rare defensive magic in the world of immortal cultivation. She didn't expect that the dragon soul poison flame could destroy it.

Just as she was in doubt, Xu Qingyang grabbed the storage bag with his right hand.

Then he saw a small black mountain fall into his hand. He raised his hand and lifted it up. The small mountain grew rapidly. The woman looked at it and blurted out: "Thousand Peaks", feeling very bad.

Pure physical attack is the biggest flaw of this technique.

The result was the same. Xu Qingyang held up the hundred-foot giant peak with one hand and smashed it down fiercely.

"Bang~"

The lotus platform shook violently, and the light dimmed. The woman didn't have time to think about it. She pinched her hands and turned into a breeze in an instant. Just then, Xu Qingyang smashed down with the second wave, and the already dim white lotus was completely shattered. A few dozen feet away, the solemn figure of the woman emerged from a group of green light.

"Wind escape technique!"

Xu Qingyang's eyes became more serious, and he remembered some bad memories.

The last guy who knew wind escape technique made him suffer enough. If he hadn't taken advantage of the other party, he might not have the chance to stand here now.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingyang took out the dragon bow again.

To deal with the fast one, you can't let him lead you. He flipped his hand and shot an arrow.

The woman had seen the power of this treasure's attack. Each arrow was as powerful as a full-strength attack from the early stage of the Nascent Soul. It was terrifyingly powerful. The green tripod on her head trembled slightly, releasing a layer of light curtain to cover her whole body. With a "bang", the arrows hit the wooden door like a hammer, shaking the air.

This was far from over. Xu Qingyang shot arrows one after another, like a string of cannonballs.

This frequency of attack, no matter how strong the defense is, can't stop it. Strangely, the woman did not use the wind escape technique to escape, allowing the green light curtain to be completely blown away. At the same time, white light appeared on her body.

One petal after another of lotus blossomed directly on her body.

This was the true power of her magical power just now. Her defense was incredibly strong. She sneered: "Daoyou is indeed powerful. Ordinary Yuanying cultivators may not last more than a few rounds in your hands."

"But Daoyou Xu, do you think that I dare to come alone to break the formation with just this little ability? Next, let Daoyou see the sacred objects of our clan." As she spoke, she raised her jade hand with her palm facing up to her chest. Amid the sound of the spell, a ball of green light flew out from her sleeves and landed on her palm.

Its light faded, revealing a bronze oil lamp that looked a little broken.

The woman looked at the oil lamp with a little reluctance and heartache in her eyes, but looking at the terrible enemy who was like a sculpture, mechanically drawing the bow and shooting arrows, and had never moved his feet from beginning to end, she had to suppress her distracting thoughts.

"Saint, stop..."

"You are not her opponent. Don't waste the sacred objects you have accumulated with great difficulty!"

Just as the woman made up her mind, a faint voice came from the mist. When the woman heard the voice, she stopped her movements immediately, looked at a certain place with surprise and doubt, and asked again: "Master Zhong, how could you arrive so quickly? Did something happen in the rear?"

"Don't worry, Saint, I just speeded up a little because I was afraid that your movement would be hindered!"

"But fortunately I came in time, otherwise I would have to let this fellow Daoist Xu wait longer!" A young man dressed as a Confucian scholar slowly walked out of the mist and looked at Xu Qingyang with interest.

Xu Qingyang stopped attacking and looked at each other.

"Why, you are so confident that I will not kill you if you have plans to negotiate!" Rushan said in a surprised tone, but calmly.

"You might as well give it a try!" Xu Qingyang was also very calm.

"Haha, let's try it first!" Rushan said to start, and he started immediately. His right hand suddenly slapped forward in the air, and a silver hand appeared in the sky, and the sky darkened. Looking at Xu Qingyang again, his body grew wildly to a real body of thirty feet, and he pushed up with one hand. "Boom!", two giant palms collided fiercely, one above the other.

The huge noise could be heard dozens of miles away.

Han Li, who was sitting somewhere, heard the noise and his expression suddenly changed. He turned to his partner, Daoist Bu, and said, "The enemy's reinforcements have arrived. I will go to help Senior Brother Xu. Daoist Bu, you continue to stay here to prevent the Mulan people from taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack."

He released the flying sword, which was wrapped in sword light and flew straight to the center of the formation.