The Ancestor of Body Repair

"Wait, something is wrong."

Daoist Qingyang stared at the dharma plate in his hand, and saw that the cyan arrow on it was unusually strong, and he looked overjoyed.

"This level of reaction is likely to be two top-quality spirit stones, Junior Brother Feng, immediately open the Primordial Breaking Array."

"Yes, brother."

The man in the middle Nascent Soul behind him suppressed his excitement, took out a light cyan magic plate, and punched several magic tricks into it, and dazzling white beams of light suddenly erupted from a dozen directions in Chixia Mountain.

In the depths of the earth veins, streams of extremely pure spiritual energy erupted from these places, and the hazy white mist in the mountains suddenly condensed and turned into countless finger-thin white silk threads, which were densely distributed in the mountains.

At the same time, in the empty, low sky, a number of immortal cultivators suddenly appeared. These people were divided into three waves, and each wave consisted of two or three people. They were extremely surprised by their appearance.

"No, this is Taixuanzong's trap."

These people quickly reacted, their mana surged, and they fled outside Chixia Mountain.

But the surrounding mist turned into white silk threads, like countless ropes, wrapped around them layer by layer, the spiritual power on the escaping light could not break them, and the speed was greatly reduced.

At this time, several silhouettes shot out from the distant mountain peaks, and there was a strange blue-white aura outside of their escape, and the surrounding mist threads did not hinder anything.

"No, it's Qingyang Laodao leading the team."

"One great cultivator, two middle Nascent Souls, three early Nascent Souls, how did Taixuanzong dispatch so many people?"

"What kind of magic circle is this, so difficult to deal with!"

These three waves of immortal cultivators looked anxious, and they used magic weapons and various magic techniques to attack the white silk thread. not get up.

Although the situation is critical, these people have no plan to join forces. They are not going all the way. Even if they are willing to join forces, they will support it for a while under the home court of the Taixuanzong formation. Much bigger.

Daoist Qingyang looked at the reaction of these people, sneered, his lips squirmed twice, the five people behind him were divided into two teams, each team was led by a middle-stage Nascent Soul, and flew in two directions.

Daoist Qingyang, on the other hand, fled to the team of two men and one woman.

The faces of the three people changed greatly, and immediately gave up attacking the white silk thread, and united the escape light together.

But as they hit more and more white threads, the speed gradually slowed down.

"Damn, this formation has absorbed a little of the vitality of the world, and I am afraid that only the cultivation of the great cultivator will not be affected."

"Second sister, third brother, there are still five miles away from the boundary of the five-mile formation, and if we fight and retreat, the Qingyang old man alone will not be able to defeat us in a short time."

"Okay, big brother."

The formation of these three people changed, one big and one small, two delicate blue shields appeared outside the body, and the two were quickly embedded together. The thick shield took the shield as the core and wrapped several people.

The middle-aged man with the highest cultivation level hit a jade talisman in his hand, which turned into a vague yellow mountain phantom, shrouded in the shield, and an incomparably thick aura permeated.

Then he took out a pair of pale yellow short knives, and while leading the three of them to flee out of the mountain, he bombarded the white silk threads that were blocking them.

After a while, Daoist Qingyang came not far away, and upon seeing this scene, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he moved his hand, and the blue gourd around his waist fell into his hand.

His great cultivator-level surging mana surged out, and a Dao Fa Jue hit the gourd, the small opening on the top opened, and the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be attracted in some way, and countless layers of light blue halo gathered from all directions. into the mouth of the gourd.

In the nearby air, there seemed to be a breath of spring, which made people feel intoxicated. The expressions of the three Nascent Soul cultivators appeared confused for a moment, and they felt an idea of ​​nourishing and endless life.

The middle-aged man shook his head, showing a look of horror: "The manifestation of vitality, the power of will, this is a copy of the Lingbao, the second sister and the third brother, gather your heart and resist!"

The other two were awakened by the sound containing mana, and when they heard the words imitation of Lingbao, their expressions changed greatly, and the mana rushed to the blue shields in front of them, one large and one small.

The middle-aged man didn't bother to bombard the surrounding white silk threads, put away the short sword magic weapon, and a dark yellow bracelet appeared in his hand.

"Hmph, the three brothers and sisters of Fu Ling, dare to take food from the tiger's mouth, the old man has the Hunyuan gourd in his hand, you will surely die!"

Daoist Qingyang took the trick in his hand, and the gourd mouth burst out with a dazzling aura, spurting out a blue sword energy.

At the same time, the idea of ​​nourishing all things in the air became stronger, and the blue sword energy quickly merged with the surrounding white silk threads, and its appearance gradually solidified, looking like a short sword composed of mysterious runes.

The middle-aged man felt the suffocating pressure, and the horror in his eyes was even more intense. He gritted his teeth and overdrawn the power of Nascent Soul. Momentum soared.

The dark yellow bracelet outside the body became deeper and deeper, and a new layer of defensive aura emerged.

"boom……"

The dagger-like sword energy directly bombarded the bracelets in front of the three.

The middle-aged man felt an incomparable impact of fierce sword energy. The sword energy inside seemed to be continuous and endless, and it seemed like dozens of rounds of bombardment in an instant.

In just a breath, the bracelet let out a wailing, the spiritual light scattered, and it was blasted out, and the sword energy was only dimmed, and the mysterious rune on it was still clear.

The middle-aged man seemed to think of something, showing disbelief.

"It's impossible to have a sword energy at the transformation level of vitality. Taixuanzong doesn't have only one sword, how can there be a second heaven-penetrating spiritual treasure!"

With his desperate cry, the sword energy exploded directly, and a dazzling blue light sphere erupted. There seemed to be countless sword energy agitating frantically, and the terrifying power of heaven and earth rose into the sky, layer by layer. Aura waves surged in all directions.

In an instant, the three Nascent Soul monks were blasted into dust, and the Nascent Soul was wiped out in the endless sword energy.

Daoist Qingyang held the blue gourd in one hand with a sarcastic look on his face: "Ignorant guy, Chixia Mountain is within the domain of the uncle, and the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth contains the willpower of his old man."

"With the help of Uncle Shi's True Essence, even if the Hunyuan Gourd is just an imitation Spirit Treasure, it can still exert the power of the Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure."

The Yuan Ying cultivators in the distance, after feeling this terrifying fluctuation of vitality, were so frightened that they used various means to flee wildly.

But under the restraint of the power of the formation and the Taixuanzong cultivator, the escape speed was extremely slow.

Daoist Qingyang waved his sleeves, put away the scattered magical treasures and storage bracelets in front of him, and looked coldly at the panicked immortal cultivator in the distance.

Just as he was about to fly away, suddenly his expression changed and he turned his head to look in another direction.

On a rock three miles away, at some point, a vague silver figure appeared, with several threads of mist wrapped around its body.

But accompanied by a gray aura, the white threads were broken inch by inch, and then the aura blasted towards the rock under his feet, and an incomparably pure aura gushed out from the gap in the ground.

Daoist Qingyang's face changed greatly: "Who dares to rob this sect's top-quality spirit stone."

He turned around and shot towards the silver figure.

The chapter I owe waits for the weekend...