My Immortal Cultivation Game Life

The Nascent Soul cultivator was very fast, almost just a few breaths, and came not far from Lu Yi from the horizon.

A group of Nascent Soul monks stopped, glanced at Liu Ningshuang and Xueyu who were fighting, and turned to look at Lu Yi.

"Didn't you take the opportunity to escape? You really don't know how to live or die." A strong and strong man sneered.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators moved slowly, consciously surrounding Lu Yi and preventing him from running away.

Another beautiful woman also sneered, and looked at Lu Yi coldly: "It's a pity, you were born in the wrong sect, otherwise with your talent, you would be a character."

With a calm expression on his face, Lu Yi said with a light smile, "Seniors, don't you think you're sure of me?"

As soon as Lu Yi's words came out, everyone was taken aback, and then laughed.

"Hahaha, what? You don't think you can escape from us, do you?"

"It's so interesting. Maybe you are a peerless genius. If we don't have enough people, you might really run away. Unfortunately, we have thirteen people!"

"Even if you are extremely talented, you are only in the Golden Core realm. Facing thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators, you still want to run away?!"

They sneered, the aura flowed all over their bodies, and the aura locked on Lu Yi, not giving Lu Yi a chance.

As long as there is any change in Lu Yi, they will definitely usher in a thunderous blow.

Lu Yi chuckled: "The seniors got it wrong, I didn't think about running away. What I mean is... I will kill you."

While speaking, a fiery stream of light emerged from the Xuanyang sword in Lu Yi's hand, and the high temperature turned into air waves, spreading in all directions, followed by a sword intent that soared into the sky.

He took a step forward and slashed out the long sword towards a Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him.

Clang! !

The indestructible sword energy contained an extremely powerful sword intent, which was like a biting cold wind, blowing through all the Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Xuanyang sword was slashed out, and it was entwined with extremely terrifying thunder, and there was also a high temperature enough to vaporize gold and iron, turning into a crimson sword light with a length of 100 meters, across the sky.

The sword light illuminated the faces of all Nascent Soul cultivators, the smiles on their faces froze, and their bodies were cold.

Especially the Nascent Soul cultivator locked by the sword energy.

It was a black-haired middle-aged man with an ordinary figure and an ordinary appearance, and his cultivation was the sixth level of Yuanying.

His complexion changed drastically, and with a roar, a pitch-black shield emerged from his hand.

The shield became bigger and turned into a size of more than ten square meters, with a golden and iron-like black light flashing on it.

The sword energy hit the shield.

boom! !

Under the roar, the shield was cut in half in an instant, and the sword was unstoppable, and continued to cut at the middle-aged man.

With a loud roar, his aura swirled, he retreated again and again, and continued to unleash terrifying and powerful attacks, which landed heavily on the sword aura, but they were also unable to stop the sword aura.

The sword energy instantly engulfed the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man didn't even scream, and turned into a ball of coke.

As the sword light swept across, the coke shattered, turned into fly ash, and disappeared into the air.

The hairs of many Nascent Soul cultivators stood up all over their bodies. Under the heat wave, their whole bodies were cold.

They quickly dispersed and stared at Lu Yi with horror on their faces.

"What kind of sword intent is this?! How can it be so strong??"

"To kill Ji Dong with a single sword, Ji Dong is not a weak hand!"

"Wait, look at the long sword in his hand!"

An old man with long gray hair stared at the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand with wide eyes.

The others heard the words and noticed the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand.

Immediately, everyone's breathing stagnated, revealing a hint of greed.

"A middle-grade treasure! It turned out to be a middle-grade treasure!"

"No wonder this kid's sword energy is so strong! So he is holding a middle-grade treasure!"

Lu Yi saw that many Nascent Soul cultivators were greedy, so he just smiled and raised the long sword in his hand: "Come up and get it if you have the ability."

Hearing this, many Nascent Soul monks looked at each other, and then an old woman at the peak of Nascent Soul shouted: "Kill!"

Spiritual currents circulated all over her body, and she spit out a blood-colored horse, which streaked across the top of a mountain peak, and the peak melted silently and turned into dust.

Seeing this, other monks also resorted to various means to attack Lu Yi.

Some people slashed at Lu Yi with a sword like light, some sacrificed a huge furnace and enveloped Lu Yi, some people squeezed magic formulas to condense a terrifying storm, and so on.

As Nascent Soul cultivators, none of them are weak, and none of them are real fools.

If the talent is not enough, there is no way to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm.

Their spells are all very powerful, and every attack is enough to easily destroy a mountain or a village.

Lu Yi, who was in the midst of these attacks, felt a terrifying aura surge, and his expression did not change at all.

The next moment, Lu Yi's body turned into a sword light, cast Jian Yuan Dun, and disappeared in place in an instant.

He came behind the weakest monk on the third level of Nascent Soul.

It was a black-haired woman with a hot figure and a beautiful appearance, wearing a long blue dress.

Lu Yi slashed the Xuanyang sword in his hand, and the terrifying sword energy condensed again, swallowing the black-haired woman instantly, and she didn't even react.

The black-haired woman's cultivation was not as good as that of Lin Yi, who was on the sixth floor of the Nascent Soul, and when she was swallowed, she had already turned into fly ash and completely dissipated.

"Wang Qin!!" A middle-aged man on the eighth floor of the Nascent Soul changed his expression, roared angrily, and stared at Lu Yi angrily.

He shouted and shot out magic weapons one after another, hitting Lu Yi.

However, before these magic weapons touched Lu Yi, Lu Yi had disappeared in the same place again, and came behind a monk on the fifth floor of the Nascent Soul, and devoured him with a sword.

The faces of all the monks changed again and again, all this happened so fast that they couldn't even react.

The beautiful woman at the peak of Yuanying shouted: "This little beast is extremely fast! Get together, don't give him a chance!"

Hearing this, the remaining nine Nascent Soul cultivators gathered together and looked at Lu Yi warily.

Nine Nascent Soul cultivators watched a Golden Core cultivator so vigilantly. If they told it, no cultivator would believe it.

Seeing this, Lu Yi couldn't help laughing. He held the Xuanyang sword, stood in front of several people, and said with a light smile, "Aren't you here to hunt me down? That's it? How did you kill me?"

The expressions of several Nascent Soul cultivators changed again and again, and their expressions were abnormally ashamed and indignant.

The dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, already an ancestor-level figure in the small sect, was forced to collective defense by a Golden Core cultivator, which made them feel ashamed.

"Little bastard! Don't be complacent!"

The old woman shouted angrily, then opened her hand and threw a red net.

This net is good at facing the wind, and soon it turned into a big net covering the sky, covering Lu Yi.

A Nascent Soul cultivator next to him widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Is this the Heavenly Snare of the Blood Spirit Cult?!"

The old woman sneered and said, "How is that possible? The Heavenly Net is the treasure of my Blood Spirit Sect, and it is a top-grade treasure. No one can hide! With his attack, he can't break it!"

Hearing this, many Nascent Soul cultivators stared at Lu Yi and laughed heartily.

"Okay! Make this little bastard proud!"

"Isn't he very fast? Even if it's an imitation, how can he escape under the net?"

At this moment, Lu Yi also found that this magic weapon was a bit strange.

Just like the blood jade of the Blood Spirit Sect before, he blocked a space with his shot, greatly reducing his evasion range, and as the sky net shrinks, he will be caught in the net.

But... that's just for ordinary people.

A ray of sword light flashed in Lu Yi's eyes, and the sword intent around him suddenly surged, almost forming golden sword shadows in front of him.

The Xuanyang sword buzzed under Lu Yi's sword intent, and Lu Yi took a step forward and slashed out with a sword.

The golden red with the sword light of thunder soared into the sky, like fire falling from the sky, trying to burn everything.

Jian Guang slashed at the crimson sky net, the sky net flashed with crimson brilliance, trying to resist Jian Guang, but was broken by Jian Guang in an instant, Jian Guang tore the sky net and cut it into two pieces .

"What?!" The old woman's complexion changed and she turned pale.

She sacrificed her heart and soul to refine the imitation of this heavenly net, and now that the magic weapon was broken, she also suffered backlash.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators were also unspeakably shocked.

"How is this possible?! Even if you are holding a middle-grade treasure, and your own strength is not enough, it is impossible to destroy this magic weapon!"

"His sword intent is even more frightening than before. This level of sword energy is probably more powerful than the average Nascent Soul peak."

Even those cultivators at the peak of Nascent Soul had extremely ugly faces at the moment, and the situation was more difficult than they imagined.

After cutting through the sky's net, Lu Yi's sword intent soared into the sky, his black hair danced wildly, his terrifying breath was like a god like a demon, he cast his sword Yuan Dun, and disappeared in place again.

"Be careful!!" An old man at the peak of Nascent Soul shouted in a low voice, and shot a long sword in his hand, slashing towards the air in front of the old woman.

At this time, Lu Yi suddenly appeared in that position, the long sword was already close to his chest.

Everyone was overjoyed.

But as soon as the corners of their mouths raised, they froze.

I saw Lu Yi with a blank face, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the long sword directly, and there was a clanging sound at the collision, like gold and iron.

Lu Yi's body was covered with a series of thunder patterns, and the center of his eyebrows was even more condensed with mysterious thunder patterns. His skin was like gold and jade, with mysterious Dao patterns faintly emerging.

His physical body was already able to withstand the destructive thunder of the Nascent Soul when he broke through to the Jindan realm, and now that it has been so long, he is naturally stronger.

"How is it possible?! Yuanlao's unfeeling sword can kill the peak of Yuanying, how could he be caught by this little beast with bare hands?!"

"What kind of monster is this?! The flesh body is comparable to the peak Nascent Soul??"

Everyone couldn't help feeling cold.

Lu Yi turned his head, looked at the old man, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it will be your turn later."

As he said that, Lu Yi pinched his hand, and the long sword of the top-grade magic weapon was shattered inch by inch.

The faces of the Nascent Soul cultivators were pale, and their physical bodies were far less hard than the top-grade magic weapon.

"Attack him together! I don't believe his body is immortal!"

A strong man shouted and attacked first.

Other monks also attacked Lu Yi one after another.

Lu Yi's body turned into a sword light again and disappeared.

Originally, several Nascent Soul cultivators formed a circle to prevent Lu Yi from killing them at a frightening speed.

But once they all launched an attack on Lu Yi, of course they showed their flaws again.

Lu Yi's body appeared behind many Nascent Soul cultivators, the Xuanyang Sword slashed down repeatedly, and terrifying sword energy swept across the sky, attacking all Nascent Soul cultivators indiscriminately.

Lu Yi was in a good mood. These guys were standing far away, and Lu Yi could only kill them one by one. Now standing together, it was more convenient for him.

The terrifying golden-red sword energy was unstoppable, and almost everything it passed was turned into fly ash.

The mountains below were slashed by Lu Yi several times, and turned into criss-cross valleys.

When the sword light dissipated, there were only three monks at the peak of the Nascent Soul, one was the old man, one was a beautiful woman, and the other was a tall and strong man.

Originally there was an old woman at the peak of Yuanying, but unfortunately she couldn't escape Lu Yi's sword and was killed on the spot.

The three monks at the peak of the Nascent Soul were terrified, and they stared at Lu Yi. There were thunder marks on Lu Yi's body, and there were waves of thunder flowing around him. The power of qi, blood and spiritual energy entwined around his body, his black hair danced wildly, and his aura was terrifying. Incomparable.

It's just the cultivation base of Jindan, and with every gesture, even the monk at the peak of Yuanying was wiped out. The three of them seemed to see a young fairy king.

Lightning flashed all over Lu Yi's body, looking at the three of them calmly.

It's been a long time since Lu Yi made such a reckless move. After all, every time Lu Yi made a move before, it was a competition, and Yun Xi and the others didn't need much strength to beat him.

Now that he made such a move, Lu Yi knew that his strength had reached such a level.

He stepped out, turned into a sword light, and rushed towards the three Nascent Soul cultivators who were still alive.

"run!!"

Seeing Lu Yi rushing, the expressions of the three of them changed drastically, and they fled in three directions respectively.

However, how fast is Lu Yi?

He turned around in an instant and caught up with the old man, a red sword light streaked across the sky, allowing the old man to roar again and again, his spiritual energy was violent, and he was powerless to resist, and was swallowed by the sword light and turned into fly ash.

Lu Yi didn't even take a second look, and turned into an afterimage in an instant, chasing after the beautiful woman.

Seeing Lu Yi, the glamorous woman's complexion changed drastically, and she opened her mouth and cried, "Forgive..."

Before she could finish her words, she was swallowed by Jian Guang.

Like an emotionless killer, Lu Yi rushed towards the strong man at the end again.

The strong man was not slow, and had already run a certain distance.

But even so, Lu Yi easily caught up with him.

Seeing that two monks at the peak of Nascent Soul who were not weaker than him were killed, the strong man turned pale and roared angrily as a final resistance. Unfortunately, it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, which was useless.

Lu Yi killed him with a sword.

After killing all the Nascent Soul cultivators, Lu Yi exhaled and looked towards the distant sky.

That was where Liu Ningshuang and Xue Yu fought.

In the sky, lead clouds drifted, blizzards surged, and the entire mountain range was covered with snow. It was freezing cold, and Liu Ningshuang, dressed in white, stood in the sky, floating like a fairy.

On the other side, there was a fog of blood floating, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting.

In the blood mist, one after another of extremely violent blood light shot out, some turned into long swords, some turned into giant hands, and some turned into mountain peaks, attacking Liu Ningshuang.

Liu Ningshuang held the cold glass sword, her face was cold and serious, and she kept resisting the attack.

But even so, she still retreated again and again, unable to completely resist the attack of the blood jade.

The cultivator of Huashen is too strong. Compared with the cultivator of Nascent Soul, it is like dust and bright moon, which are completely two levels.

Even a cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul is vulnerable to a cultivator who has just entered the God of Transformation.

Liu Ningshuang's ability to use Yuanying's cultivation base to resist the strong attack of the cultivator of Huashen has already been called amazing talent.

Seeing that Liu Ningshuang was at a disadvantage, Lu Yi retreated repeatedly, his breath was a little unstable, and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the direction they were fighting.

As he approached the blood mist, sword intent shot up all over his body, and golden aura flashed on his body, as if he was wearing a golden armor.

Lu Yi didn't hold back, and used his perfect sword intent, the Xuanyang sword vibrated and hummed.

The Immortal Artistic Conception was born with the intent of thunder and destruction, echoing the power of Xuanyang in the Xuanyang Sword, condensing seven sword lights in the air.

He performed the Seven Profound Sword Technique, and the seven sword lights were like scarlet meteors, pouring into the blood mist, causing the blood mist to roll.

Xueyu felt the beams of sword light, turned his head and looked over, and saw Lu Yi standing in the air.

His face changed suddenly, and he turned his head to look, where could he see the figures of the thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators?

He waved his big sleeve again and again, and the blood mist rolled, and the blood light collided with the sword light. The roar resounded through the sky and the earth, and the aftermath raged, hitting the snow-covered mountains below, and the mountains shook violently, cracking cracks.

The sword light contained an indestructible artistic conception, and it was extremely tough. Even if it endured the blood light once, it was only much dimmer, but it still did not shatter.

Blood Jade's complexion changed, and he looked shocked: "How is it possible?! A mere technique in the Golden Core realm can resist my obliteration?"

He shot out streaks of blood light again, only to completely defeat the sword light of Seven Profound Sword Technique.

This still made Xue Yu's face ugly.

At this time, Lu Yi had already come to Liu Ningshuang's side.

Liu Ningshuang opened her red lips slightly, exhaled, stared at the blood jade in the distance, and asked softly, "Junior brother, how are you? Are you okay?"

Lu Yi smiled: "I'm fine, but those Nascent Soul cultivators are not very good."

Xue Yu's face was extremely gloomy, he stared at Lu Yi, and asked, "How are they doing?"

The strength of Liu Ningshuang's explosion was so powerful that even the blood jade could not be underestimated, so she had to focus all her attention on her. However, in such a short time, the thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators disappeared without even breathing. As if it didn't exist.

Xue Yu felt something was wrong.

Lu Yi looked at the blood jade, smiled lightly and said, "Of course he's dead."

Liu Ningshuang was taken aback for a moment, her eyes widened in astonishment, and she looked at Lu Yi: "Junior brother, you..."

Xueyu's pupils contracted slightly, and he shouted angrily: "Little beast, how dare you lie to this old man?! No matter how talented you are, the gap between Jindan and Nascent Soul is like a moat, can you kill 13 Nascent Soul cultivators?! "

Lu Yi looked at the blood jade, smiled lightly and said, "Could it be that you don't have such thoughts in your heart?"

Hearing this, Xue Yu's face became even more gloomy, and he stared at Lu Yi firmly.

Blood Jade personally understood the seven sword qi before Lu Yi.

That kind of sword energy might be hard to resist even a cultivator at the peak of Yuanying, unless there is a special method, he might be killed with one blow.

Xueyu's heart kept sinking, and after a moment of silence, the blood mist rolled around him, with killing intent boiling, and said coldly: "Little beast, it seems that we still underestimate you... the more this is the case, the more I can’t keep you. This old man will personally kill you!”