Immortal Mansion Longevity Chapter 275

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If you can walk in this cruel world of immortal cultivation, go through ups and downs, and cultivate to the middle stage of foundation building, naturally you will not be a mentally disabled person.

Otherwise, it is impossible to cultivate to this state.

The blue water chestnut's clear face was already cold, and he pressed his palm on the spirit beast bag at his waist, looking coldly at Qingsong Laodao, ready to take action at any time.

At the same time, he quietly moved away from the old way, and got closer to Liu Yu, but not too close. He also kept his distance and vigilance.

Who knows if these two are in harmony? Or are they each having ghosts?

Everyone is united because of their interests, and there is no trust in each other at all. Of course, we must maintain precautions.

"Daoist Canglan, according to Hong's opinion, Qingsong Laodao, this dog thief, had bad intentions from the very beginning, and had long wanted to ambush you and me."

"Qingsong may only be his superficial identity. His real identity is likely to be the evil cultivator gang active in the branch of Venus. I don't know how many comrades' lives have been killed."

"Everyone gets these evil cultivators and punishes them!"

"Being in the depths of the mountains, for today's plan, you and I still have to join hands to deal with this beast, and advance and retreat together."

Liu Yu's complexion was condensed, his divine sense transmitted sound, his words were strict in semantics, and he was talking about expedient measures.

With the strength of Qingsong Laodao at this time, he is confident that he can use the shocking thorn and throw out the molten fire knife to take it by surprise, but his minions need to be restrained.

Otherwise, he will be swarmed up and outnumbered by the crowd, with both fists and four hands, and he can only run away.

Escape quickly in the depths of this mountain range. But an extremely dangerous thing, breaking into the monster's territory is likely to face the attack of the monster, and it is extremely dangerous to be attacked from both sides.

What's more, the spirit of the core is on Qingsong Laodao's body, and he doesn't want to flee in embarrassment at all.

As long as Cang Lan restrains his minions and kills Qingsong Laodao quickly, it will be much easier to advance or retreat.

It seemed that they knew they had been discovered, and the people who were in ambush were no longer hiding. The spiritual pressure of the three foundation-building stages appeared a few miles away and quickly approached here.

"Right on my mind."

Canglan's face was dignified, looking at Reiya who was rapidly approaching Qingsong Laodao, and responded with a voice transmission.

He also understands that fleeing in a panic in the depths of the dangerous mountain range is definitely not a good way, and he still has some confidence in his own strength.

It is not his style to flee without a fight.

With his own strength, do you really need to escape with this seemingly powerful cultivator Hong?

"Trouble fellow Daoist to contain his minions temporarily, Qingsong Laodao will hand it over to Hong Mou to deal with it."

Liu Yu quickly transmitted the voice.

The communication between the two was extremely fast, it looked like a long time, but it was only two short moments.

"One in the middle stage of foundation building, and two in the early stage of foundation building."

Only then did the two feel the specific cultivation of Qingsong's old minions.

"What? He wants to deal with Qingsong Laodao in the late stage of foundation establishment?"

"Why does this monk surnamed Hong have such confidence? He is sure to deal with it?"

Cang Lan's heart turned violent.

Originally, he thought that he was dealing with Qingsong Laodao, and the other party restrained his minions. He didn't expect this monk surnamed Hong to have such a big tone. Could it be that his hidden strength is more than his own?

He didn't think the other party was courting death, and when the facts were in front of him, he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.

"The cultivators really hide the dragons and crouching tigers. Even if the Jinwu worm is successfully hatched this time, they cannot underestimate the outstanding talents in the cultivating world."

"But this person doesn't seem to be a loose cultivator."

When Cang Lan flashed this thought.

Liu Yu has already made a move, preemptive!

With a swipe of the storage bag, he took out the Li Xuanjian and the Qingjiao Ji, injected mana into it and transformed it into a spiritual tool, and used the greatest power to attack Qingsong Laodao without any reservations.

This was not the time to hide his clumsiness, he knew that he had to give his "ally" a little confidence, otherwise he would not see any hope, and he was afraid that this ally would turn his head and run away.

"cracking!!"

Li Xuanjian's spiritual light flourished, and in the dazzling red light, it transformed into a flaming bird of about a zhang size, wrapped the sword body in it, and attacked the enemy cultivator with scorching high temperature.

In the blink of an eye, the Qingjiao halberd grew into a simple and simple halberd, the blade of the halberd gleamed with cold light, and a green dragon slowly swam on the body of the halberd.

After a quick turn, the Qingjiao halberd blade slashed vertically towards Qingsong Laodao.

The two spiritual weapons shone with light, shining in the night sky, and the strong fluctuations could still be heard from a dozen miles away.

In the eyes of the monks in the field, it seems to have become the absolute center.

The power is so strong that everyone's color changes.

The power of high-grade spiritual tools has completely surpassed that of top-grade magical weapons. In the past, Liu Yu was limited to his cultivation and could not fully exert his power.

But after completing the three magic fire refining, and being promoted to the middle stage of foundation building, it is completely different.

The demeanor of these two spiritual tools was fully displayed, and the power was increased by nearly half on the previous basis, which made the monks on the scene change their color.

Among them, there is the power of the spiritual tool itself, as well as the blessing of Liu Yu's cultivation and the pure mana of Qingyang Gong.

Because of the cultivation technique, the strength gap opened up is already evident at this time.

Facing such a powerful offensive, Qingsong Laodao opened his eyes wide, and an unpleasant feeling rose in his heart in vain.

Such a sophisticated spirit weapon is far more powerful than ordinary foundation-building cultivators, and most likely it is not a loose cultivator.

Walking at night is a lot of ghosts.

This thought flashed through his mind, but at this time the offensive was already in front of him, and it was too late to think about it.

Old Daoist Qingsong drove Wuchen Sword with all his might, turning into a blue sword light to face the Li Xuan Sword that turned into a Firebird. The white-bearded Buddha dust rose up in the wind, and hundreds of white beards entwined towards the Green Jiaoji, and then the Yin-Yang Fish Road The artifact was unfolded, firmly protecting the whole body.

He has gone from being a most common casual cultivator to where he is now, and he has no obvious shortcomings in attack and defense.

Even if Liu Yu's strength is unexpectedly strong, he has the confidence to retreat, but he has to move places later, be careful of the pursuit of the other sect and family.

"ding ding"

One red and one green two flying swords pointed to Maimang, and the sharp beak of the firebird collided with the tip of the dust-free sword, making a harsh sound.

After the two flying swords were deadlocked for a breath, Wuchen Sword was finally defeated and repelled by two or three feet, and Li Xuanjian had exhausted its old strength, and could not pursue the victory.

On the other side, Qing Jiao Ji faced the entangled white beard, turned the angle and used the halberd blade to cut across it fiercely.

"Zizi"

The seemingly incomparably soft white beard was slashed on it by the Green Jiaoji, but it was as if it was slashed on top of an incomparably hard golden stone. There were sparks rubbing against it, and only a dozen white beards were chopped off.

In the face of this ever-changing Buddha Chen, Liu Yu did not dare to let the Qing Jiao Ji be entangled, and quickly retreated after a blow.

The gap between the late stage of foundation building and the middle stage is far greater than that of the middle stage and early stage. Even if Liu Yu has narrowed the gap with Qingyang Gong, coupled with the superior quality of the spiritual tools, it is still worthy of pressing it down. .

But this is the case now, when he completes the three magic fire refining in the middle stage of foundation building, the situation will be different.

Assessing his strength growth after being promoted to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, as well as the strength of Qingsong Laodao, a veteran late stage cultivator, Liu Yu flashed this thought.

Divine Consciousness controlled the two spiritual weapons to charge slightly, and launched a new round of offensive again.

He took out a small pot from the storage bag with the palm of his hand, poured two mouthfuls into the mouth of the pot, and then put it away and took out two middle-grade spirit stones to absorb the spiritual energy in it to restore mana.

This is an upgraded version of Snowflake Brew that restores mana in the early stage of Foundation Establishment—a fine-quality Snowflake Brew, which can quickly restore about one-tenth of the mana of a cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

Each pot only has five mouthfuls, and only two mouthfuls are effective in a short period of time. The price of each pot is 2,500 spirit stones, and the price is beyond the reach of many cultivators.

This is also one of Liu Yu's preparations in advance. In such a dangerous place, it is very necessary to maintain sufficient mana at all times.

As for the top-grade spirit tools, the fire-melting knife and the stunning stab secret technique, don't rush to take them out. The two high-grade spirit tools are already amazing enough.

At that time, it is impossible to say who will join forces.

When the battle between the two sides is in full swing, it is the best policy to suddenly kill Qingsong Laodao directly, so that they have no time to react.

At that time, Qingsong, who had the highest cultivation base, died, and even if they united, they would not pose a threat to themselves.

Liu Yu calmly controlled the two spiritual weapons, leaving Qingsong Laodao with no time to take care of him, and surrounded his body with a thick earth umbrella to guard against possible attacks.

At the same time, the consciousness enveloped the surroundings, and every move within five miles came into view.

After Liu Yu showed his powerful strength, although Cang Lan felt threatened, Qingsong Lao Dao was currently in great power and decided to block Lao Dao's accomplices as agreed.

He took off the red spirit beast bag around his waist, opened the mouth of the bag, and released all the flying fireflies. There were more than a thousand of them, forming a mighty "worm cloud".

Afterwards, Canglan controlled the insect cloud to spread out, and strands of flames formed a large-scale "torrent of flame", which burned to the three people who came a few miles away.

The heat wave was scorching, and the temperature in this forest suddenly increased, and even some trees had no fire and spontaneous combustion.

A flame attack of this magnitude is still conspicuous in the night sky even if it is miles away.

Of course, this flying fire and firefly is not only a means of breathing fire, but other means will consume the number of spiritual insects. It is not easy to cultivate this insect, and he is not willing to use it at this time.

While controlling the fire and fireflies, Cang Lan patted the other white spirit beast bag on his waist, and from it flew out six white spirit butterflies with two pairs of upper and lower wings.

The white spirit butterfly aimed at the flames of Feihuo Liuying, spit out wisps of transparent powder, and drifted away to the target silently.

"The magical power of this white spirit butterfly is a bit weird."

Liu Yu's consciousness noticed this scene.

This powdered ordinary cultivator's spiritual consciousness can't be observed at all. He has cultivated the magical spiritual consciousness and is close to the peak of foundation building, so he can catch it, but since it has been seen through, the threat to him is much smaller.

At this time, Liu Yu observed that the three minions of Qingsong Laodao were actually the last three foundation-building cultivators they encountered when they approached the cold pool where the Yin Mingling Snake was located.

A bearded man in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and two gorgeous female nuns in the early stage of foundation establishment.

It seems that the previous encounter was not accidental, everything was deliberately planned by this old green pine.

However, in the face of Canglan's involuntary offensive, they hurriedly took out the magical tools to resist and were in a hurry, and they couldn't meet Qingsong Laodao for a while.

"What's going on? Why is the mana in the body so obscure?"

Suddenly, a gorgeous female cultivator screamed, her face was pale, she hurriedly found the antidote and swallowed it.

Then he looked at Cang Lan angrily, not knowing where the opponent's method was.

At this time, another female cultivator followed suit. Only the big-faced man was safe and sound, and was driving the magic weapon to break through the torrent of flames.

In the face of this cultivator who is suspected to be Yulingzong, the three of them are in a hurry, and they can't do anything about the means of flying fire and fireflies.

Seeing that Canglan and the other three are coming and going, they can't take out their hands. Liu Yu has put her mind on the storage bag and is ready to use the best spiritual weapon to strike a thunderbolt.

"Ding Ding" "Zi Zi"

Li Xuanjian and Qingjiaoji clashed with each other's Wuchen Sword and White Beard Buddha Chen at a very high frequency. After another violent collision, they each retreated back. There was an extremely short interval, and they needed to accumulate strength again.

"That's it!"

Seeing the old Taoist Qingsong drum up his mana to maintain the power of the magic weapon, Liu Yu's heart moved and realized that the opportunity had come.

The invisible power of consciousness gathered between the eyebrows, compressed and condensed into invisible thorns of consciousness in a very special way, and three were ready in half a breath.

"Shocking Thorn"

The three shocking thorns were launched one after another along a straight line. In an instant, they crossed a long distance and stabbed the opponent's eyebrows.

At the same time, Liu Yu instantly stirred up his mana, and found out the top-grade spiritual weapon, the melting knife.

Because the mana is pure, the speed of operation is much faster than that of monks of the same level, and it is sacrificed in an instant.

The Molten Knife was only five inches in size, and it was too late to change to its optimal form due to time constraints, and it did not use a spiritual tool to transform it, but its power had clearly exceeded any high-grade spiritual tool in the field by a fraction.

The body of the blade was surrounded by a layer of blood-red flames, which looked very demonic, and the fire python on the back of the blade was even more lifelike under the urging, with a strong suffocating aura that seemed to choose someone to devour.

This is obviously a killing weapon!

"God Attack"

Qingsong Laodao has been fighting for so many years, and he can barely say that he is well-informed. At the moment when the released consciousness was pierced, this thought flashed.

But he didn't have the magic weapon to defend against the attack of the divine sense, and he only had time to concentrate his mind to resist, and the shocking thorn was already pierced between the eyebrows.

"Humph~"

With a groan, he instantly lost his mind.

A moment later, the effect of the last shocking thorn had just subsided, and the next one came on time, and the cycle continued three times, causing him to lose his mind for two and a half seconds.

"Exquisite Spirit Tool"

When Qingsong Laodao regained consciousness, he saw a knife with unparalleled power and evil spirit, only three feet away from him.

He opened his eyes wide, and a great terror was born in his heart in vain.

I hurriedly wanted to mobilize the magic weapon to resist, but both the Wuchen Sword and the White Beard Buddha Chen were blocked, so I could only pour the full power of the mana into the Yin-Yang Fish Road Diagram to block it in front of me, trying to resolve this crisis.

At the same time, I only had time to take out a magic talisman, slap it on my body, and turn it into a glass-colored shield ~www.mtlnovel.com~bang"

The molten fire knife stabbed in the center of the intersection of the yin and yang fish of Daotu.

"click"

Then it collided with the glass-colored shield, and passed directly through the broken surface, causing it to dissipate into fragments.

"Uh~!"

Qingsong Laodao only had time to let out a short scream, and the entire head was turned into a mist of blood, and the body lost its support and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the aura of Snow White and Wuchen Sword quickly dimmed, and then fell to the ground.

The vitality and primordial spirit of the monks in the later stage of foundation establishment, but the good "fuel", should not be wasted.

Liu Yu opened his mouth to spit out the Qingyang Demonic Fire, and quickly threw himself on Qingsong Laodao's corpse, turning it into fly ash.

There is only one top-grade storage bag left in place.

"Twice"

Putting away the magic weapon and storage bag of the booty, Liu Yu opened his mouth and swallowed the Qingyang Demonic Fire again, sensing the fuel that the Demonic Fire had obtained this time.

After all, Qingsong Laodao has died, and this harvest is normal.

It is still too difficult to directly kill the late-stage cultivator by simply relying on the magic fire, which is also helpless.

After killing Qingyang Laodao, Liu Yu did not put the three spiritual weapons back into the storage bag, but turned his eyes to look at Cang Lan, the bearded man, and the two gorgeous female cultivators.

In the dark pupils, a dangerous light flashed.

"This is... a top-quality spirit weapon?"

There was still horror in the eyes of the four of them. Just now, everything was sent out too fast. Before they could react, Qingsong Laodao had already died.

Canglan calmly recalled Feihuo Liuying and White Spirit Butterfly, and let go of the restrictions imposed by the torrent of flames on the three, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

He did not expect that cultivator Hong had so much hidden strength.

Chapter end