Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

At the same time, the Chanbai Frost Wheel hanging in the air shook violently, bursting out an unprecedented treasure light, which seemed to be more than three or five times larger. Unstoppable sword energy burst out one after another, and the remaining light was densely covered for hundreds of miles, everywhere.

Only the dense sword whistles were heard, like thousands of arrows fired at the same time, and the wind and rain were impenetrable. As soon as the demon head showed up, he was pierced by thousands of arrows and killed into ashes.

In less than half a minute, the demon heads flying in the sky changed from dense to sparse, allowing the outside skylight to penetrate, and it was clear, like the sound of autumn, sweeping away the monster just now.

There is not much difference in the essence of the magical power between Zhou Qing's Feijin Emperor Bailun and the Phantom Flying Demon of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect's great monk Zhao Wenming. The power of the magical power mainly lies in the strength of the magic power that controls the magical power.

Now, Zhou Qing continued to increase the strength of his magic power, but Zhao Wenming began to hesitate and did not keep up, so the two magical powers that were originally in a stalemate decided the winner. The magical power Flying Golden Emperor White Wheel seemed to be getting bigger and stronger, just like a huge, frosty, cold sun rising in the sky.

From a distance, the Flying Golden Emperor White Wheel was turning, and the sword light and murderous intent stretched out to dozens of miles. No matter how fast the demon head flew, it was like lightning. If the magic power could not keep up, it would be directly pushed by the treasure wheel.

Dozens of miles away, the blood curtain unfolded behind Zhao Wenming. He watched the flying demon heads being chopped into pieces under the sword light before they could fly back and forth, and the treasure wheel was advancing steadily, and the thunderous murderous intent was rushing towards him, and he was depressed.

The opponent's magical power, under the control of powerful magic power, extended to dozens of miles and continued to expand outward. In such a situation, not to mention his Dharma body, even his demon head could not get close.

When he condensed his Nascent Soul Dharmakaya and became a great monk, his magical power was spread out to a distance of ten miles, which was already the best among his peers. Even if he has been a great monk for more than three hundred years, and has been polished day after day, his magical power cannot be so powerful.

The opponent's magic power is too strong and too incredible!

"What should I do?"

Zhao Wenming looked at the growing white wheel of the Flying Golden Emperor, and his face was reflected in a frosty white, with a cold feeling. If he didn't change, the opponent would just push over.

If it was normal, facing such a force that broke all laws, he would not have no way. At most, he would avoid the sharp edge and adopt the method of fighting. The magical power of the Demon Sect is more inclined to strange changes, suitable for fighting, and appearing and disappearing. But it is different now, he can't get out of the way so easily.

On the one hand, he came here this time, but someone was watching him. As an old great monk, he was beaten away by a new great monk in a face-to-face encounter, which was shameful.

On the other hand, he wanted to block Zhou Qing's way and find out Zhou Qing's background as much as possible. If he gave way now, Zhou Qing would not be able to move forward.

This area is a no-man's land, and people like him from the Demon Sect can attack without restraint. If he moves forward, he will enter Yongxingzhou, which is the traditional power of Xuanmen. At that time, if a great cultivator of the Demon Sect like him wanders around, it may attract Xuanmen to attack and suppress him, which is more dangerous than good.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wenming took out a magic weapon like a waist drum from his sleeve, with strange patterns interwoven up and down, like countless eyes, but at this time it was deeply closed, revealing a sense of weirdness.

After taking a look at the Gengjin Qi that continued to expand, this great cultivator of the Wanmo Sect threw the strange magic weapon he took out directly. The next moment, after sensing the inspiration, the eyes on the waist drum magic weapon opened all at once, and countless blood lights shot up and down, dispersing a large area of ​​the indestructible Feijin Emperor Bailun.

Zhao Wenming was calm when he found that the attack was successful. This was expected.

This waist drum looked like a magic weapon, but it was neither a magic weapon nor a magical power. It was between a magical power and a magic weapon. He had worked hard for decades and used a lot of precious natural materials and treasures to refine it.

Once this thing came out, all the magics were broken, which was very domineering.

After breaking the magical power Feijin Emperor Bailun that was pressing down like a mountain, Zhao Wenming's Dharma body shook and went straight to the center palace, directly attacking Zhou Qing. The overwhelming blood rushed up, filthy everything, covering the sky and the sun.

This great cultivator of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect was also very skilled and daring. If he didn't move, it would be fine. Once he moved, it was amazing. He unexpectedly attacked by surprise, like a sharp dagger, inserted into the deepest part, and wanted to directly kill Zhou Qing's Dharma body.

The methods of the Demon Sect were the most bizarre. Once a great cultivator of the Demon Sect bullied him and took control of his aura, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But soon, Zhao Wenming, a great cultivator of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, was surprised, because after breaking through the magical power of Feijin Emperor Bailun, he came inside and saw a mighty magical power surging in front of him, circle by circle, layer by layer, protecting Zhou Qing in the center.

"You,"

Zhao Wenming looked at Zhou Qing who was behind layers of curtains, and his face changed completely. He thought that the other party had just gone all out to compete with him in magic power and magical power, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually set up a magic barrier to protect himself while fighting with him?

This kind of fighting, both offensive and defensive, is indeed foolproof, but only those in the game know that it is not that they don't want to do it, but that they really can't do it. After all, the two people's fighting just now has already pulled the magic power strength to an extremely high level, how could there be spare power to set up a magic barrier?

How powerful should Zhou Qing's magic power be to be so comprehensive?

Zhou Qing saw the opponent coming suddenly and killing close to the circle, and smiled slightly. The clouds on his head turned, and an astonishing aura of destruction was stimulated. Then the clouds were suspended in the air, and the thunder was shocking. Thousands of thunder and lightning burst down, each of which was dazzling and unstoppable, covering dozens of miles.

Such thunder, overwhelming, the power of destruction squeezed every inch of space. From a distance, the whole world seemed to be folded, and terrifying lightning flashed from the gap.

"Thunder method!"

Sensing the breath of Gengjin Qi contained in the thunder wandering in the sky, Zhao Wenming looked serious. If thunder method ranked second, the magical power of Taoism that a demon sect cultivator like him hated the most, no other Taoist magic dared to rank first.

Moreover, the thunder in front of him was fast and dense, blocking all around. It was clear that the opponent had accumulated power long ago, just waiting for him to break through to the front, and then immediately launched it, making it impossible for people to retreat even if they wanted to, and they could only use means to resist.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenming's face was gloomy. As a great cultivator of the Demon Sect, such thunder magic certainly did not pose a fatal threat to him, but it was still unpleasant to inevitably expose the magical powers and magic weapons he mastered.

As his thoughts turned, a colorful aura emerged from his body. Its color was seven-colored and flowing, and it naturally turned into a canopy, which was propped up high. Countless distorted faces appeared on it, opened their mouths, and swallowed the thunder that came down.

The thunder just came to him and was swallowed by the ghost face on the canopy before it touched him, and disappeared.

In an instant, the ghost face swelled and looked more and more distorted and terrifying.

"Swallowing thunder?"

Seeing this, Zhou Qing's eyes were cold. Although the opponent's magical power was weird, it was impossible for it to swallow his Gengjin divine thunder without any damage. At most, it could only temporarily contain and weaken it.

With this judgment, he whistled, and the clouds turned again, and the magic power surged out, continuing to turn into endless golden thunder, which continuously hit Zhao Wenming.

This overwhelming thunder spread all around, and the breath of destruction rose steadily.

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Zhou Qing's attainments in thunder magic are extraordinary, and he has powerful magic power to control it. His power is far beyond that of ordinary new monks.

This force is really earth-shaking!

Zhao Wenming resisted for a while and found that something was wrong. The golden thunder shot by the opponent seemed to have no end. If it goes on like this, he really can't hold on.

Looking at the distorted faces on his top canopy, even because he swallowed too much golden thunder, the surface was glowing with circles of brilliant white, and it was filled with horror.

It won't be long before the face can't bear it and will explode directly.

Zhao Wenming looked through the heavy thunder and looked at Zhou Qing, who was standing in the clouds like the Lord of Thunder, hiding behind him. His thoughts kept turning.

The opponent's magic power was too powerful. Any magical power in the opponent's hands was stronger than that of an ordinary great cultivator, not to mention such a first-class thunder magic power, which was even more unstoppable.

If this continued, I was afraid that I would have to leave in disgrace.

Zhao Wenming's eyes flickered several times, and he made a decision. He continued to practice the skills. Black threads that were invisible to the naked eye emerged from his ears, nose and mouth. The face on the top of the door became more and more distorted, and he actually suppressed the lightning that was about to seep out.

As time went on, more and more black threads emerged from his mouth, nose and ears. In the end, it almost turned into a distorted ghost face in mid-air. This great cultivator of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect suddenly shouted, and all the faces on the top of the door suddenly exploded, and then gathered into a sharp spear, piercing Zhou Qing directly.

This time, it was so fast that it was unbelievable. It had faintly exceeded the perception of the third level of the Nascent Soul cultivator. When the cultivator noticed it, it had already arrived in front of him.

In addition, this spear not only contained his blood demon power, but also a part of the power of the gold element thunder that he had just swallowed and contained. The two merged together, like blood-colored thunder.

After launching this attack, Zhao Wenming's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked like he was injured.

The previous attack was one of his killer moves, which was to use the twisted ghost face to swallow external attacks, and after absorbing enough, he would rebound and hit back all the swallowed and contained brains, which was unstoppable.

For this magical power, the more it swallowed, the more it contained, and the more violent the rebound. However, if it exceeded the limit of swallowing and containing, the cultivator's own Dharma body must resist the backlash.

Considering that the opponent on the opposite side was too powerful, Zhao Wenming did not hesitate to consume the vitality of his Dharma body this time, and also let this magical power swallow and contain enough thunder, so that the rebound force reached the upper limit of his control.

Such an attack may not be as powerful as a full-strength attack from a real killing weapon, but it is strangely powerful and hard to defend against. By the time the opponent reacts, the magical power has already arrived.