The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Gu Changyue sneered:

"Why should I take you seriously? Because of your low cultivation? Or because of your low strength?"

Gu Changyue's words were very impolite, and the treasure-hunting monk was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, he was only at the eighth level of Qi training, and his cultivation was slightly lower than Gu Changyue's; in terms of strength, he was Gu Changyue's second enemy; before this, Gu Changyue had killed a treasure-hunting monk at the seventh level of Qi training.

From the beginning of the fight to now, Gu Changyue had also suppressed him. If not, she would not have saved Gu Shiyou just now.

Just as he was about to say something to refute, Gu Changyue's spirit sword had already attacked him. While he was struggling to cope with it, he heard Gu Changyue's whisper

"Open your eyes and take a good look. If your senior Guan really killed my seventeenth brother, would his face still be so ugly?"

Although Gu Changyue's voice was not loud, the immortal cultivators were all sharp-eyed and sharp-eared. Several cultivators around her heard her words. After Gu Changyue's reminder, the treasure-hunting cultivators, who were originally in high spirits, also noticed that the face of the cultivator surnamed Guan was indeed not very good, and even more serious than before.

For a while, they became uneasy.

They had been killed and injured by the Gu family cultivators, and they were looking forward to completely killing these Gu family cultivators to recover the losses. If senior Guan could not kill the Gu family's foundation-building cultivator...

In fact, although the cultivator surnamed Guan had successfully trapped Gu Changhuan, Gu Changhuan's breath did not disappear, and even did not weaken.

The monk surnamed Guan is now in a dilemma. Although the black banner is powerful, it consumes a lot of true energy. If the power of the banner is removed, Gu Changhuan will probably escape immediately. At that time, he will definitely die.

Thinking of this, the monk surnamed Guan made up his mind and swallowed several pills in a row. After swallowing these pills, his face immediately showed a touch of ruddy, and then he sprayed out several balls of blood. The black air surged around the black banner, and a lifelike black python appeared faintly on the originally dark banner.

The black python, which was as thick as a thumb, circled on the banner and turned into a physical entity, leaving the black banner and rushing towards the black giant python in the air!

The moment the two pythons merged, the surrounding sand and stones were blown, the wind was strong, and the temperature dropped suddenly. Frost instantly appeared on the surface of the Qi training period, and even the magic tools became sluggish and slow. ŴŴŴ.

Everyone was horrified.

Is the strength of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator so terrifying?

For a moment, everyone forgot to continue fighting and looked at the giant python in the air in horror.

The black giant python slowly opened its eyes. The giant python, which originally had only an outline, became clearer after merging with the small python, with its scales, snake teeth, etc.

The cultivator surnamed Guan changed the spell in his hand, pointed at the giant python, and uttered a word with difficulty

"Twist"

Then the black giant python's body began to shrink rapidly, but in just a breath of time, its size shrank by half.

There was already a hint of joy in the eyes of the cultivator surnamed Guan.

At this moment, the giant python's body paused, and its body stopped shrinking. There was a faint sound of tiger roaring from the snake's belly.

The cultivator surnamed Guan's face changed, and he quickly cast a spell to activate the black small flag again

At this time, the giant python let out a deafening roar, and after a tiger roar, the giant python's body suddenly collapsed.

After the giant python's body collapsed, the temperature around it gradually recovered, but a huge mass of black air still gathered in the air.

The Guan monk's magical power was broken, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. However, before he could react, a golden light shot out from the black air and rushed towards him!

That person was naturally Gu Changhuan.

Seeing Gu Changhuan escape, everyone in the Gu family was delighted.

The Guan monk was shocked and felt powerless to resist, so he wanted to escape. However, at this time, a white light flashed in front of his eyes. In a trance, he seemed to see a pair of green eyes, and his action of preparing to escape suddenly stopped.

Seeing this, Gu Changhuan flew his hands, and the Jingkong Zhan was formed in an instant. He came to the Guan monk silently and swiftly.

The next moment, Gu Changhuan used the Hunyuan Dun body shape to shoot forward. He waved his hand, and the silk thread of the white bone ring instantly wrapped around the neck of the Guan monk.

After the lightning, the body of the Guan monk was cut in half, and his head flew out.

The Guan monk, a master of the eighth level of foundation building, fell just like that.

Gu Changhuan let out a long sigh:

Cultivators are indeed much more difficult to deal with than monsters. This Guan is one of the most difficult opponents he has ever encountered.

He waved his hand, and the black flag and the storage bag of the Guan monk floated into his hands.

He put away the two things and looked at the battle group on the ground.

On the ground, seeing that the Guan monk was dead, the remaining treasure-hunting monks were shocked, and even a few of them had cast spells and started to escape.

Now the overall outcome has been determined. The storage bags of these treasure-hunting monks will sooner or later become the spoils of the Gu family monks. The Gu family monks will certainly not sit idly by and watch their spoils escape, and they all use their full abilities to stop them.

However, there are still one or two treasure-hunting monks in the late stage of Qi training, relying on their own trump cards, who escaped under the noses of the Gu family's Qi training monks.

I saw a treasure-hunting monk in a yellow robe slapping several spiritual talismans on his body, and then a layer of light earthy yellow spiritual light appeared on his body. The yellow-robed monk stabbed into the ground, apparently intending to use the earth escape talisman to escape.

Gu Changhuan snorted coldly and said:

"Don't you think it's too late to escape now?"

He flicked his sleeves, and Jin Hongkun's spirit sword shot out. As the spirit sword flashed, a sword light slashed on the ground, leaving a gully more than three meters deep. In the middle of the gully, the yellow-robed monk was cut in half.

Another monk wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he underestimated Gu Changhuan's ability.

Gu Changhuan instantly escaped behind him, and then waved his hand, and the head of the Qi training monk flew out instantly, which was extremely strange.

In less than a breath, the two Qi training monks in the ninth level were killed by Gu Changhuan, like stepping on an ant, effortlessly.

The remaining treasure-hunting monks did not dare to move rashly for a while.

They did not dare to move, because the Gu family monks would not be polite to them. Before, the treasure-hunting monks took advantage of their numbers to suppress them and beat them, causing many clansmen to be injured. If they did not have some life-saving trump cards, they might really die here.

Now the situation has changed, and it is time for the treasure-hunting monks to have a taste of being surrounded and beaten.

Gu Changhuan did not intervene in the fight between them, but just watched, ready to rescue the Gu family members who might be in danger of their lives.

These clansmen did not have much experience fighting against casual cultivators before, so it is a good thing for them to accumulate some fighting experience.

With the support of the foundation-building cultivators, the Gu family members were extremely excited, and even the cultivators of the seventh level of Qi training could suppress the treasure-hunting monks of the eighth level of Qi training.

After a fierce fight, the treasure-hunting monks were killed one after another.