Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

The next moment, a cry of resentment sounded, and from the lifeless body of the Red Demon Sect monk, a string of bubbles flew up, large and small, colorful, and dark, with countless faces of people in them, looking extremely terrifying.

Then, an invisible big hand seemed to appear, holding a needle and thread, stringing all the bubbles together, and a Yuanying squeezed in the center, stepping on the black cloud, with a distorted face.

A strong negative emotion burst out from the Yuanying, containing resentment and curses that could not be washed away in the world, as if it were real.

The Yuanying of the Red Demon Sect monk stared at Zhou Qing, with hatred soaring to the sky!

He used the magic weapon Human Face Lamp in his hand to attack Zhou Qing but failed to make any contribution. Instead, he was counterattacked and had to feed with his own divine will, which seriously injured his vitality. He was also targeted by Zhou Qing, one of the ten great disciples of Zhenyi Sect, and he couldn't take a breath. Looking at the mighty and boundless void thunder around him, he was in danger.

Fortunately, he still had two companions present, and seeing this full-strength attack, he was delighted. As long as Zhou Qing was slightly restrained by his companions and the power on him was slightly reduced, he would temporarily escape from the thunder, take a breath, and use the secret technique to recover from his injuries. Then the three of them joined forces to avenge their grudges.

He was thinking about recovering the secret technique, but he didn't expect that the thunder that fell on him did not decrease but increased, and the power reached a higher level, so his hope was shattered, and his body was turned into dust under the thunder, and only the Nascent Soul escaped in a hurry.

Hope was in sight, but it was suddenly shattered, and only the Nascent Soul was left, and his cultivation was destroyed by 40% to 50%. How could the Red Demon Sect cultivator not hate him?

Zhou Qing didn't care about the Red Demon Sect cultivator's hatred at all, because when the opponent's Nascent Soul escaped and had not yet used the escape secret technique, a green dragon had already appeared, and with a slight shake, it turned into a lock-true escape dragon pile, fixing his Nascent Soul.

Under the influence of this mysterious-level natal magic weapon, the Nascent Soul was unable to use the space tearing technique it possessed, and could only wait for the thunder to fall again and turn it into dust.

The body was destroyed, the Nascent Soul was destroyed, and this red-clothed demon sect cultivator at the Nascent Soul level died, and even lost the chance of reincarnation!

Zhou Qing's face was calm for killing a Nascent Soul cultivator of a demon sect.

With his Nascent Soul formed by the two spirits and three methods, no one in the same realm could defeat him, and this red-clothed demon sect cultivator also weakened himself because he used the magic weapon, stealing the chicken but losing the rice, isn't it looking for death?

The other party's death is natural, and no one can save it!

"It's your turn."

Zhou Qing's eyes flashed, and the thunderclouds on the top door expanded again, a pure green meaning flowed, lush and green, and then thunders struck down, rushing towards the remaining two demon sect cultivators.

"You,"

Facing the overwhelming thunder, the two demon sect monks used their magical powers, controlled their magic weapons, and resisted with all their strength, their faces were not good.

On the one hand, the death of their companions just now gave them a strong shock on the spot, making them very uncomfortable. On the other hand, it was also because the thunder was continuous and seemed to have no end.

As we all know, although the thunder method is known as the strongest and most mysterious among the three thousand methods, it is difficult to get started with the thunder method, and the consumption of using it is also extremely amazing.

Especially for the cultivators of the first and second levels of the Nascent Soul who have not condensed the Nascent Soul Dharma Body, it is difficult to continue to use the thunder method after a while.

But now they are facing this one of the ten great disciples of the True One Sect who completely broke the routine and used the Infinite Void Thunder, which ranked first among the 23 methods of the True One Sect, one after another, without exhaustion at all.

What a powerful Nascent Soul is this, and what a strong magic power?

"I met a real freak!"

The two demon sect monks cursed in their hearts while fighting against the rolling green thunder.

In their sect, there are also such super geniuses who break the rules and can make cultivators of the same realm despair. But they didn't expect that their luck was so bad that they encountered one as soon as they went out to perform the mission.

Lan Nuhua looked at the rolling thunder in front of her eyes, with a bang, violently stirring, and a piece of blue filled her eyes. She took a deep breath and waved her hand again. The treasure umbrella on the top door unfolded, and circles of light fell, protecting her body.

The blue thunder fell again, hitting the umbrella surface, making a loud noise, making the whole treasure umbrella tremble like being electrocuted, and there were strands of residual color bursting.

Seeing this scene, Lan Nuhua, a female cultivator of the Demon Sect, felt depressed. As time went by, it seemed that the thunder that struck down was getting more and more powerful.

The infinite void thunder, the first of the twenty-three methods of Zhenyi Sect, is indeed well-deserved. One thunder suppresses another thunder, and one thunder is stronger than another. If it cannot be interrupted, it will probably become stronger and stronger.

What was even more terrifying was that the mana of the ten great disciples of the Zhenyi Sect was like a bottomless pit, and he could not wait for his mana to be consumed too much and let him stop using the thunder method.

She could not help but look at another demon sect cultivator, Mo Yunluo, and they had the same judgment: they could not passively take the beating, but had to launch a counterattack to break the increasingly powerful thunder method.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, and with a change of mind, a cluster of cold light emerged from the clouds on the top of her head, and in a flash, she rushed towards Zhou Qing.

This time, it was so fast and fierce that it was as fast as thunder.

But just as she got close, she heard a clear sword sound, and a brilliant white sword energy appeared out of thin air, slashing at the cold light, directly destroying it, without a sound or a trace.

At the same time, Lan Nuhua felt the murderous intent in front of her. She quickly mobilized her magic power and poured it into the treasure umbrella on the top door. A circle of light spread on the umbrella, and tiny and fragmented seal characters emerged and actively went out. But before the halo could extend far, she saw a series of innate Gengjin sword qi slashing before the thunder. Under such an indestructible sword qi, the halo on the treasure umbrella exploded like fireworks.

Lan Nuhua's jade face changed color, because next, a series of innate Gengjin sword qi was hidden under the thunder, and kept slashing, making her treasure umbrella tremble, and she could hardly hold it.

She could only exert her magic power with all her strength, hit the treasure umbrella, and barely stabilized in the monstrous offensive. How could she find time to fight back?

After the red-clothed demon sect monk was destroyed, Zhou Qing drew out his strength and immediately made the two of them feel the airtight magical offensive. Thunder and sword light came one after another, surging, and they were beaten so hard that they couldn't fight back.

Mo Yunluo saw it with a solemn expression. He raised his hand and offered a magic weapon like a treasure belt. Layers of waves surged, blocking the oncoming sword light and thunder.

Looking at the sound of collisions, the brilliant golden light and dazzling thunder in front of him, the murderous intent that rushed to his face surged to his eyes and penetrated into his mind, as if it was real, making his body cold.

If this continues, the two people can only deal with it exhausted. In the end, they may be worn out by the ten disciples of Zhenyi Sect who seem to have endless magic power in front of them!

"We have to fight to the death."

Mo Yunluo's face showed blue lines, and he gritted his teeth, but he had to fight to the death at this time. He could only be cruel. On the top of the door, one of the two Gangyun clouds fell gracefully and instantly turned into a stream of essence, which merged into his body and turned into magic power continuously.

The Gangyun of the Yuanying cultivator is the condensation of his essence, containing his essence, and his essence is extraordinary. Now it is transformed into magic power again, just like the dry land is nourished by a river. The originally exhausted magic power in his body is immediately filled up, and it surges up and down, penetrating his body, making his body protection treasure light flourish. Without magic weapons, he can block the innate Gengjin Qi that comes to kill.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yunluo was not surprised, but the blue lines on his face became deeper and twisted like a snake.

This Gangyun took the initiative to dissolve, and he cut off at least hundreds of years of merit. Even if he escaped by chance this time and returned to the sect, he would have the sect's spiritual medicine to supplement, but it would be very difficult to cultivate back in the future.

More importantly, in the big sect, the competition is fierce, and if he falls behind one step, he will fall behind step by step. He was not too outstanding among his peers. If he was delayed for another hundred years, his future would be bleak.

Once the road is broken, it is no less than the revenge of killing his father and mother!

Mo Yunluo sensed the mighty magic power in his body, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he pointed his finger. A ray of light rose from the top of the cloud and flew away. In the blink of an eye, it was above Zhou Qing. With a slight shake, its shape appeared.

When the skylight shone, it was a copper-like golden cymbal, shaped like a semicircle, with a bulge in the middle and a hole in the middle. Strands of inexplicable energy came from the void and poured into it.

This treasure was incredibly fast, and after it reached Zhou Qing's head, it instantly turned into a sky-covering and sun-blocking, covering Zhou Qing in it and holding him still.

"Hmm?"

This treasure came so fast, unparalleled, and there was an indescribable mystery. Even Zhou Qing didn't react and was already covered in it. He raised his head and looked at the rays of light that gathered above, constantly sweeping over.

Every ray of light that fell, whether it was a sea of ​​fire, a mountain of knives, or a loud roar, was amplified by a wonderful trajectory in this golden cymbal, becoming wider, stronger, and faster.

This golden cymbal not only covered Zhou Qing inside, but also acted like an amplifier, strengthening every attack.

Zhou Qing looked surprised, but he was not in a hurry. Seeing the sea of ​​fire and knives coming down, he thought, and his Nascent Soul formed a spell, and then a piece of forest green light was brushed out, and then it turned into branches and twigs, growing continuously, and finally, it formed a sea of ​​trees, surrounding it.

All the attacks fell down and landed on the sea of ​​trees. As soon as there was a gap, there was a vigorous vitality that filled it up. When he defended with all his strength, the defensive power of his "Miao Qing Canhe Gong" continued.

Outside, Moruo Yun roared and kept pouring his magic power into the golden cymbal. He could see Zhou Qing's calmness from the magic weapon. The clusters of green reflected in his eyes made him feel full of pressure and uneasy.

"Junior Sister Lan."

Moruo Yun called Lan Nuhua and asked her to work together to activate the golden cymbal, cursing inwardly.

This golden cymbal is indeed mysterious and unparalleled, but it is not very strong in essence. Among the three of them, the red-clothed disciple of the Demon Sect had the most prominent origin and the most and most powerful magic weapons in his hands, but he was killed by the True One Sect disciple in front of him, which was equivalent to cutting off an arm of the three of them.

Now it is too late to regret. He and Lan Nuhua can only go all out and try to use the magic of the golden cymbal to severely injure the ten great disciples of the True One Sect they met.

By now, the two of them have known that this time they "take the bait willingly" and do not seek perfection. It is a great fortune for them to be able to retreat unscathed.

However, time passed quickly, the golden cymbals became brighter and brighter, the mana in the two people's bodies became less and less, and the ominous feeling in their hearts became heavier and heavier.

But now everything they have is tied to the golden cymbals, and they can't leave early!

After a long while, the bulge in the middle of the golden cymbals suddenly exploded, and a beam of light shot out from it, and then it seemed slow but actually fast, slowly unfolding, Zhou Qing stepped on the clouds and waved his sleeves to come out.

He felt the mana overflowing in his body again, smiled lightly, and used the magical power of infinite void thunder again. Thunder clouds came together, covering the four sides, covering the two demon sect Yuanying monks who looked exhausted.

Zhou Qing was originally difficult to match with people in the same realm. Now he was in his prime state with the magic power replenished by the rare treasure Creation Green Pool, and the two demon sect monks were exhausted, so they couldn't resist at all.

In less than a dozen breaths, under the thunder, the two demon sect monks didn't even have Yuanying to escape, and were annihilated under the mighty green thunder.