Natural fairy species

Although Bai Zichen was intoxicated with the joy of obtaining the Five Crystal Divine Iron, he did not relax his vigilance.

The place where the Ancient Demon was banned, and Du Heng had a hand in cultivating the True Demon Holy Body with the help of this place, added many uncertain and dangerous factors.

If the Five Crystal Divine Iron was not too important, he would definitely not take the risk of coming to a place like this.

This darkness was strange and inexplicable, and I didn't feel any real energy fluctuations.

All light was taken away, the five senses were blocked, the eyes could not see, the ears could not hear, and the nose could not smell.

The spiritual sense was frantically warning, like a ray of light on the back, and a few cold lights in the darkness were like poisonous snakes, coming silently.

The Yuexuan Sword automatically jumped up and slashed into the darkness, and there was a sound of golden leather like a gust of wind and rain.

A powerful and continuous force came from the flying sword, catching Bai Zichen off guard and suffering a small loss, and he took a few steps back.

"Um?"

There was a sound of surprise in the darkness, obviously surprised that an inevitable ambush had failed to work.

With just this sound, the darkness returned to eerie silence.

If the darkness hadn't been shrouded all the time, one would have doubted whether the attacker had gone away.

"There is only the realm of forming pills, and at most the realm of forming pills is perfect. How is that possible!"

Bai Zichen exclaimed, although the cold light contained immense power, the true energy attached to it was at the level of pill formation.

It's just extremely weird, layer upon layer, and corrosive and penetrating, causing the blood in the body to boil.

He didn't expect that someone with the same or even weaker cultivation level could force him to retreat. How could he not be surprised?

The Supreme Pure Micro Sword Box flew out, and when it was shot upward, the Yuexuan Sword got into it, spreading the moonlight around.

But in the deepest darkness, the silver moonlight could not be seen, as if a layer of silver gray had been smeared on the ink-colored pool water.

It was still chaos and darkness.

'Under the penetrating fire, any method lower than the Yuexuan Sword's level cannot hide its whereabouts or conceal its figure... This person is only in the realm of pill formation. Could it be that he has practiced fifth-level secret spells or holds the Tongtian Spirit? It’s a treasure! ’

Deprived of his five senses, Bai Zichen simply closed his eyes and only felt the information fed back by the moonlight sword light, which was faithfully reflected in the mirror in his mind.

'It's not like the effect caused by the Tongtian Lingbao, but more like the use of the true meaning of the great road...'

There is a moonless and starless night sky, boundless darkness covers the earth, and everything is silent.

Bai Zichen could clearly hear his own powerful heartbeat, and the feeling of powerlessness he felt when he first embarked on the path of spiritual practice came back to his heart.

Since he established his foundation, his advantage in breaking through the realm of cultivation has been truly reflected, and he has also understood his talent in swordsmanship, and has never suffered a loss among his peers.

The so-called "walking on thin ice" and being in awe are all upward-looking and have never put monks of the same level in their eyes.

He did not stay longer in Zengguang Immortal City, but came directly to Immortal Burial Valley because he was afraid that after the Du family was destroyed, someone would be curious about the relationship between Du Heng and the ancient demon and come here to investigate.

If Nascent Soul monks often come and go here from now on, or even the monks from Tianpu Peak have the idea of ​​strengthening the ancient restrictions and sealing off the entire Immortal Burial Valley, that will be a big trouble.

Unexpectedly, after successfully obtaining the Five Crystal Divine Iron, he was ambushed by a pill-forming monk.

This kind of utilization of the true meaning of the night has surpassed many Nascent Soul Lords.

Uh-huh!

Three traces stood out on the mirror in his mind. Even though he didn't sense anything in his consciousness, Bai Zichen still did not hesitate to activate the three thunder swords to attack them respectively.

Click! Click! Click!

Three rays of lightning lit up, and the roaring thunder that was supposed to accompany it seemed to be absorbed by the night, without being transmitted at all.

The scene of swords clashing with each other was reflected in the mirror lake in his heart. It was actually three slender finger bones, with a thin layer of flesh sticking to the bones.

"Forging a sword with your fingers seems like I've heard of this magical power somewhere... one of the thirty-six magical powers of the True Demon Holy Body!"

Bai Zichen lowered his head and glanced at the three thunder swords. There were obvious cracks on the swords, and their spiritual energy was greatly damaged.

He put the Thunder Sound Sword back into the box without any heartache. Another invisible sword and a Qingfeng Sword fell on both sides.

Not to mention that the Qing Qi in the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box has the ability to repair flying swords, the Leiyin Sword, as a bamboo flying sword, can be repaired by relying on the skill of raising swords.

The three Thunder Sound Swords were all scrapped, but the three finger bones were not feeling well either.

After being blasted by three rays of lightning, the final scene looked like his finger bones were cracked and a lot of fragments flew out.

"How can it be!"

The indistinguishable male and female, old and young voices sounded again, and even if they couldn't see the other person, they could still think of his angry look.

Two more phalanges stabbed at him, and Bai Zichen, who was more prepared, slashed with both swords and directly cut off the two phalanges.

The Qingfeng Sword still jumped away nimbly, turned around and returned to the hand safely.

Only one invisible sword was broken, but it was replaced by the White Bone Cold Light Sword.

"It's not easy to refine finger bones, isn't it? Does it take ten or twenty years to make one?"

Bai Zichen closed his eyes and sneered, provoking the monk in the darkness.

"Why don't you take a guess, who has more fingers, or the flying sword in my bag?"

In the darkness, the monk seemed to be restrained by his actions of launching flying swords one after another, and there was no movement for a long time.

After a stalemate for several hours, the moon in the sky trembled. It seemed that it could not hold on to the loss of real energy that had been activated for a long time. The silvery moonlight in the darkness shook a little.

call out!

A black shadow was like a poisonous snake in the darkness, patiently waiting for an opportunity to blend into the night and move forward.

puff!

Heiying felt the magic treasure in his hand pierce into his opponent's chest, and the touch of blood splattering, and he showed a cruel smile.

The posture of transforming into a god, the genius of swordsmanship, the dual cultivation of fortune and wisdom, the smooth road...

No matter how much good reputation it has, in front of this spiritual treasure made from the anti-magic dragon cone, it will be no different from other people's death after being pierced.

After absorbing the essence of such a peerless genius, his True Demonic Holy Body will surely be truly perfected. He will be no less than his own ancestor, and he will also inherit this person's frightening number of flying swords.

The smile only lasted for a breath, and the shadow realized that something was wrong. Although the pseudo-magic dragon cone stabbed the opponent, it did not penetrate the body.

There is no pure demonic energy transformed from flesh and blood essence that was used to kill monks in the past, coming from the magic treasure.

"Finally caught you!"

Bai Zichen's body glowed with red glazed light, and platinum glazed fire clung to his palms as he grabbed the magic cone.

Five crystals burst out from the broken bones, miraculously healing together, and the flesh and blood grew rapidly, trapping the magic cone in the body in disguise.

At the same time, the platinum glazed fire burned crazily, actually blocking the real demon's energy from corroding and melting flesh.

"It is your honor to die with this sword!"

A ball of lightning flew out of the sword box, from extremely still to extremely dynamic, completing the transition in the blink of an eye.

The Green Emperor's Sword of Eternal Life was swung for the second time, and with the power of time that was even greater than the first time, the long river of time reappeared.

With just one brush, the shadow that was originally integrated into the night and could not be attacked fell out and fell to the ground.

His black hair turned white in an instant, and the skin folds on his face were layered, turning him into an octogenarian.

Between the facial features, one can still see some similarities with Du Heng.

"Ho, ho, ho, what kind of magical power is this..."

This monk was struck by the Azure Emperor's Sword of Eternal Life, but he still managed to hold his breath and did not die immediately.

His throat was like a leaking bellows, his two chicken claw-like palms were waving feebly in the air, and his confused eyes were looking into the air, full of disbelief.

The darkness covering all directions quickly receded, revealing a sky with rolling demon clouds but still able to see normally.

"I prepared this sword to swing at True Monarch Yuanying. I never thought of using it on a pill-forming monk. Even if you go to the underworld, it will be enough for you to boast about..."

The palm covered with platinum glazed flames suddenly pulled out the magic cone from the chest, and the healed flesh and blood was torn open again, blood gushed out like a spring, and there were waves of heartbreaking pain.

This person possesses a spiritual treasure similar to a magic dragon's cone, his understanding of the true meaning of the Great Dao has reached the Yuanying level, and he also possesses various powerful magical powers.

Bai Zichen didn't want to be entangled with him anymore, so he swung his strongest sword and cut off the time.

Sure enough, even if he understood the true meaning of the night and cultivated the existence that was suspected to be the true demon holy body, he would still be unable to resist when faced with the Qing Changsheng Sword.

When Bai Zichen walked up to this person, the dying monk had no breath at all, and his life span had been exhausted and he died.

"It seems that even if the remaining life span exceeds two hundred years, being struck by the Qing Emperor's Eternal Life Sword will still be uncomfortable... This person may have had a life span of two hundred years, but two hundred years of life span have passed by in one go. The power of time It continues to work on him, and it is normal for the remaining few years to pass within a few breaths to a stick of incense.”

Bai Zichen glanced at the magic cone in his hand. The style was exactly the same as the magic dragon cone, but the power it exuded was far from the same level.

Burned by his platinum glazed flames, this low-grade spiritual treasure couldn't jump up and down. Its spiritual power was hidden deep inside the spiritual treasure, and it didn't dare to show its face at all.

Blessed with a layer of restraints using platinum glazed flames, he put it in his sleeve and kept it close to his body.

He has no use for this magical treasure, but it is a spiritual treasure after all. When placed in a storage bag, its spiritual power will be restored, and it can easily destroy all other items stored in it.

To him, it was an extremely expensive and worthless thing.

"Is it Du Heng's back-up plan? He knew that he had little chance of facing the Heavenly Punishment Peak, so he arranged for a real Dan-jie master in the clan to also transform into the True Demon Holy Body, and also prepared imitation spiritual treasures..."

Bai Zichen looked at the body on the ground and could only make this guess.

"Fortunately, I was the one who bumped into it. Otherwise, how could the other alchemy cultivators be able to cope with it? It won't take a few years for them to become Nascent Souls... When the main force of Heaven's Punishment Peak has withdrawn and their attention is no longer in the Northern Territory, they will devour a few more True Lord Nascent Soul, there will soon be the second Du Heng!"

He had already seen the growth speed of the True Demon Holy Body from Du Heng's True Demon clone.

Since this son was selected by Du Heng and stayed in the Immortal Burial Valley as a dark son early on, he must be extremely suitable for cultivating the True Demon Holy Body.

Looking at his understanding of the true meaning of the night, if allowed to develop, he would probably reach the late Nascent Soul stage within a hundred years.

And with the thirty-six kinds of magical powers and seventy-two transformations of the True Demon Holy Body, he is definitely the kind of strong man with amazing combat power who can defeat the same level.

Unfortunately, Du Heng's secret plan came to an abrupt end before it really got off the ground.

"Tian Punishment Peak has clearly checked one by one. All of the Du family's alchemy masters, including the disciples with foreign surnames and the Keqing monks, all died...another late-stage alchemy-forming monk actually ran out here. It seems that the Du family had a plan in advance. It’s definitely not a thought that arose in the past hundred years.”

A ball of platinum glazed flames and a ball of spiritual fire burned Du's last hope on the ground to smithereens from the inside out.

Bai Zichen rolled up the few relics he left behind and quickly left with his sword to avoid bumping into other monks.