Seeking Immortality

The 86th chapter of the quest for immortality. The cunning of the treasure hunt (XVII) - the battle of magic weapons

Qingfan had long thought that the space surrounded by the cursive script would not be so simple, but he did not expect that the power would be so great.

When the master dressed as a warrior entered this space, his speed of movement suddenly slowed down. This speed, in the eyes of the master, was almost like a turtle.

Even though Xu Qingfan was several miles away, he could still clearly sense the strong pressure from the master dressed as a warrior.

The master dressed as a scholar turned purple almost the moment he entered this space.

This was because the pressure was too great. The blood vessels under the skin of the whole body were instantly shattered under the great pressure.

Inch by inch.

The master beaten by the warrior slowly moved towards the master dressed as a scholar under the great pressure. His mouth, eyes, nostrils, ears, and even the pores all over his body were under increasing pressure. Blood oozed out one after another. They were only a hundred feet apart, but now it seemed as far as the ends of the earth.

Xu Qingfan had no doubt that under such strong pressure, the master dressed as a warrior would be minced into pieces by the terrifying pressure in a short time.

Although the sword had an extremely strong attack power, it could not be displayed at this time.

The enemy of the enemy is your ally. Xu Qingfan naturally understood this principle. But at this time, Xu Qingfan himself was in a mess, not to mention helping the master dressed as a warrior.

Turning around, Mr. Liu still closed his eyes and muttered to himself. He was still not ready. But in his hand, he suddenly found an ancient manual.

"Brother Da, how is it? Didn't you think about it? I actually integrated the "Three Thousand Universe Seals" on the "Heaven Fan" just to wait for you to come to me one day to deal with your "Heaven Sword"! Haha. How is it? My dear master? Feeling the six internal organs and Dantian meridians slowly breaking, isn't it a good feeling? You have been calculating the master all your life, calculating me, calculating everything, but I have been enduring it all the time. Now, you who have always been conceited and smart have fallen into my trap. How do you feel in your heart?"

The always gloomy face of the master dressed as a scholar suddenly became hideous and twisted. Pointing at the master dressed as a warrior who was struggling in front of him, he laughed wildly.

One thousand four hundred years! ! A full one thousand four hundred years! !

Since the two were accepted as disciples by their master, they have been fighting each other openly and secretly. Although the master dressed as a scholar is a senior brother, his strength is also slightly higher. But his mind is not as good as the lower one, and he has been at a disadvantage in every fight. He had suffered more or less.

And this time, he had prepared for three hundred years. Under the underestimation of the master dressed as a warrior, he finally got the upper hand once. And the first time he got the upper hand, he forced his extremely smart junior brother into a trap. It was no wonder that he understood that even as the world's top master, his mind, which should have been as calm as water, was now in turmoil. He couldn't help but be in control.

"Why don't you speak? Beg. Junior brother, if you beg me, maybe I will let you go for our friendship of more than a thousand years. How about it? Beg me well. Beg me with the most humble words you can think of. I will let you go. After all, it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death."

The master dressed as a scholar saw that the master dressed as a warrior was just staring at him fiercely with blood-red eyes. But he didn't have the slightest thought of speaking. A trace of twisted hatred flashed in his eyes. But it was fleeting. Then he said in a very tempting tone.

A few miles behind him. The ancient book in Mr. Liu's hand suddenly emitted a hazy green light. Unfortunately, the master dressed as a scholar had already focused his attention on his junior brother and did not notice anything unusual. Moreover, in his opinion, under his unique skill "High Mountain and Flowing Water", Mr. Liu and Xu Qingfan could only resist. How could they have the spare strength to fight back?

In front of him, the master named Wu Da still stared at him fiercely with a pair of bloodshot eyes. It was unknown whether the blood vessels in his eyes burst because of too much pressure or because he was too angry. He should have been calculating against the master dressed as a scholar, but he did not expect that in the end, he would fall into a desperate situation.

Or, in the past thousand years, he has always been showing his superiority, which inevitably made him underestimate his senior brother. He forgot that a person who could fight against him for more than a thousand years, how could he be so easy to defeat?

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for not considering the friendship between us brothers."

Seeing that Wu Da still refused to beg for mercy, the master dressed as a scholar became angry.

As he waved his folding fan, the cursive characters in front of him suddenly changed their arrangement. Then, these cursive characters flew towards Wu Da in a mysterious arrangement.

Although I don't know what the consequences of being hit by these characters are, it will definitely not be a good thing.

Seeing this scene, the master of Wu Da's face changed. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes. When he opened his mouth, a handful of blood spurted onto the ancient sword in his hand.

Instantly, the ancient sword was covered with gray. The power increased several times. It instantly broke through the confinement of the surrounding space. The speed was even higher than before. It shot towards the master dressed as a scholar.

At the same time, Liu Xian in the distance suddenly opened his eyes. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He whispered, "Three Thousand Pure Spirit Seals. Open!!"

Following his low voice. The ancient book in his hand tumbled. Every page turned. The writing on the ancient book will suddenly disappear. But after all the writing on this ancient book disappeared. This ancient book also turned into pieces of paper in an instant. Drifting into the depths of the "Xuanjing Treasure House".

Mr. Liu holding an ancient book. At this moment, his face was full of holy majesty. But take a closer look. But you can see the regret hidden deep in his eyes. This magic weapon. The power is far greater than ordinary magic weapons. But obviously it can only be used once. And extremely precious. No wonder Mr. Liu is in so much pain.

However. What makes Xu Qingfan strange is. As the ancient book exploded. Nothing happened

but. The grandmaster dressed as a celebrity in the distance suddenly changed his expression. He didn't pay any attention to Wu Da who was holding a divine sword in front of him and was shooting towards him. He turned and looked at Mr. Liu behind him in disbelief.

Then. His body suddenly shook, and all those crazy writings suddenly returned to his body. Blocking Wuda's attack. Although under the power of the divine sword, those wild characters were shattered one after another. But it can also block Wuda for a while. The scribe-beating master made an incredible move that everyone found unbelievable.

The golden light of the folding fan in his hand seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds. Use all your strength. A hard wave.

The wind is blowing! !

It turned out that those wind blowing forces could not be driven away. The "clear air" and "turbid air" are extremely dangerous but move around on their own in the "Xuanjing Treasure House". It was actually rolled wildly by the strong wind.

Within a radius of one mile. They are all within the scope of the crazy rolling of "Qing Qi" and "turbid Qi".

"Qing Ling Qi". A little contact. Just let any object turn into nothingness. And "turbid air". But it can cause any object it comes into contact with to turn into stone and earth and have its soul dissipate.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically. Except for the master named Wu Da.

The sword in his hand glowed brightly. Wrap him up too. Even the "clear spirit air" and the "turbid air". It actually couldn't hurt him at all.

And there were some crazy characters blocking him. At this moment it all shattered.

There was no barrier between him and the master dressed as a scribe.

Seeing this scene, Zong, who was dressed as a scribe, changed his face and did something. The magical means that Mr. Liu had just used suddenly came into effect.

Countless characters suddenly appeared around the master dressed as a scribe. Compared to the wildly cursive characters cast by scribe-dressed masters. These words appear more primitive and mysterious.

And the grandmaster dressed as a scribe suddenly appeared. Him and his supernatural powers. Those wild winds, white tigers, seven-colored deer, high mountains and flowing water. They lost contact one after another.

The mountains and rivers facing Xu Qingfan's attack in the distance. The tiger attacks the deer. Dissipated one after another. Xu Qingfan suddenly felt no pressure at all. Finally, I have enough energy to escape with Mr. Liu from the "clear spiritual energy" and "turbid energy" surging everywhere.

And the folding fan in his hand. The power remains. But it is impossible to use these powers beyond the scope of those ancient characters.

not to mention. The folding fan in his hand at the moment. Both sides are blank. The writing on the screen is no longer there. All kinds of powerful magical powers have long been unable to be used.

"Qingling Ancient Book". It can cut off the monk's contact with the outside world. It was exactly the magic weapon Mr. Liu used this time! !

And just then. The martial arts master had already rushed to the dressed master.

The divine sword is extremely powerful. The characters created by Mr. Liu are designed to protect against the inside but not the outside. He was immediately scattered by the divine sword. The master dressed as a scribe wanted to do something more. But his eyes suddenly became dull.

above his chest. The ancient bronze sword has been deeply embedded in it. Under the mighty power. The internal organs, meridians and dantian of his body. They were all crushed to pieces! !

"You have been hiding your strength from the beginning!!"

The grandmaster dressed as a scribe pointed pointedly at the junior disciple in front of him. On and off. Said with reluctance.

"Yes. My beloved senior brother Wen Ru." Wu Da suddenly smiled. There is no longer the unwillingness and anger that he felt when he was forced into a desperate situation. "The "Three Thousand Universe Seals" you rely on. In front of my "Sword of Heaven", it is just a joke. I want to break it. I can do it at any time. I was forced into a desperate situation just now. I had to vomit blood to do it. The performance of breaking it is just an act. Do you think I acted like it?"

"Why"

"If you ask me why I acted like this, it's because. This is the only way I can make Liu Ji and that kid trust me. Human beings are really strange animals. For those who have fought side by side with them in adversity. There will always be a wonderful feeling of trust. Of course, the premise is that this person cannot be too strong, so I must cooperate with them to kill you, and this will not be too strong for my next plan. "

Wu Da paused. Then he said softly: "If you ask me why the "Three Thousand Universe Dharma Seals" are so vulnerable, I will tell you. Your direction has been wrong all these years. The power of your "Heaven's Fan" is still with me. On top of the "Sword of the Sky", it's a pity. It can summon magical beasts and move mountains, but it has the capacity of "Fan of the Sky". It's limited. It can be used for anything, but my "Sword of Heaven" only focuses on one kind of power. It's a pity that you don't know this until you die."

While talking. In Wen Ru's unwilling eyes. Wu Da twisted the ancient sword in his hand. Wen Ru just lost his life.

A Grandmaster. Fallen and. Or. The first Grandmaster of the Spiritual Division Stage who fell in this "Mysterious Crystal Treasure House".

As Wu Da completely killed Wen Ru, Xu Qingfan and Mr. Liu finally broke through all the "Pure Spirit" and "Turbid Air" that had swept past them and rushed to Wu Da.

The first thing they saw was Wen Ru's body and the divine fan floating quietly beside him.

"Thank you, fellow Taoists, for helping me get rid of this scum of my sect!"

At this moment, Wu Da's smile suddenly changed from sinister and teasing to extremely frank and sincere. With a gentle and resolute expression on his face, people did not have a good impression. He bowed deeply to Xu Qingfan and Mr. Liu. Then he spoke loudly.

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