Immortal Mansion Longevity Chapter 671

   Chapter 671 Raise your eyes and ruin!

   "With such power, this "Nine Palace Qingyang Lantern" is by no means a magic weapon!"

   "It should be a true treasure passed down."

   "With the cultivation of the golden core at its peak, and at the expense of burning the source of the golden core, and barely activating part of the power of this lamp, it can indeed greatly enhance the power of the magic fire."

   "The power of this level of magic fire is close to the fourth-grade spiritual fire."

   "No wonder, in the face of the encirclement and suppression of Daoyi Holy Land, it can persist for so long."

   "It's just the source of the golden elixir, it will eventually run out, and it can't last for too long."

   "If there is no accident, its fall is just around the corner."

   Liu Yu's eyes were like torches, looking at the direction of the fluctuation of the fighting method.

   separated by a distance of hundreds of miles, his eyes seemed to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, and he could see everything.

   "And Daoyi Holy Land dispatched eight golden cores, with the lowest cultivation base being the middle golden cores."

   "Continue to attack like this. When the source of Jindan is exhausted, it will be the day when Kongqing falls."

   "Two mid-level golden cores, three late golden cores, and three peak golden cores."

   "What a great handwriting!"

   "Especially this person, with an unexpectedly powerful aura, even if he burst out with all his strength, I'm afraid he will be inferior by three points."

   "Could it be that this person is the "Holy Son" of the Daoyi Holy Land generation?!"

   Divine Consciousness silently locked onto one of the handsome young men in golden silk brocade clothes, and all kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind.

The moment    glanced at this person, a faint sense of crisis came from his incomparably sharp spiritual sense.

   This is still hundreds of miles apart.

  It is foreseeable that if confronted face-to-face, it must be a disaster.

  Because of the reason of crossing, Liu Yulingjue is far sharper and stronger than the monks of the same realm, so far he has never made a mistake.

  Associating that it is likely to be the identity of Daoyi Shengzi, he has to admit that this is an opponent that is currently difficult to defeat.

   As the top force in the entire Central Territory, countless high-level and rare resources are at your fingertips. For Dao Yi Sheng Son, it is not difficult to cultivate three ways together.

The resources of the    Holy Land can fully support its three paths of simultaneous cultivation.

   Therefore, Liu Yu is at an absolute disadvantage in refining Qi, and may not be able to gain the upper hand in refining body and spirit.

   What's more, in the ranking of Zhongyu's "Real Person List", Daoyi Shengzi ranked tenth.

   Looking at the countless heroes in the Central Region, they are all existences in previous lives.

   The reason why Kong Qing can hold on at the moment is just because Daoyi Shengzi is just watching, and it seems that he has no intention of shooting.

   "With this kind of lineup, according to normal circumstances, it would be extremely difficult for me to save the real Kong Qing."

   "With my current strength, facing the first son of the upper Dao, even if all means are used, the odds of winning will not exceed 30%!"

   Divine sense scans the battlefield and thinks of the ranking on the real person list. Liu Yu gradually has a clear judgment on the strength comparison between the enemy and ours.

  Thinking of this, he frowned, feeling very troublesome.

   First of all, it must be saved. The follow-up of Qingyang Gong is too important. Now that you have a vision, you must not give up easily.

   After this village, there is no such shop.

   "Since the frontal confrontation is not enough, the only option is to use the "Sword of Ruin"."

   "There is only one chance to use this sword."

   "With one blow, most of the monks will be killed, mainly the Daoyi Holy Son."

   "If one hit is successful, everything that follows will follow naturally."

   "If you can't make a hit, just keep watching the situation. If it really doesn't work, you can only run away."

   "After all, life is more important."

   Countless thoughts rose and fell in his heart, colliding with sparks of wisdom, Liu Yu's eyes gradually became firm.

  Thinking like this, his speed did not decrease in the slightest, and he approached at extreme speed in a stately manner.

   "flutter"

  The black wind wings vibrated greatly, and the blue light pierced the sky.

"Um?"

   But when Liu Yu glanced around with his divine sense, the Daoyi Holy Son, who was wearing a golden silk brocade robe with fair skin and a fluttering robe, also felt a sense of it.

   The next moment, he suddenly looked behind him.

  I saw the horizon, and I didn't know when a small dot appeared, and it was actually a cyan light quickly approaching.

   Liu Yu's judgment was not wrong, Daoyi Shengzi's Primordial Spirit cultivation base is also very superb, at least far beyond the limit of 100 miles.

   is about one hundred and ten miles to one hundred and twenty miles.

   Compared to him, it is likely only a few miles away.

   This is also normal. After all, Liu Yu not only has good innate conditions in the cultivation of the primordial spirit, but also uses various spiritual things that are beneficial to the primordial spirit frequently.

   And the primordial spirits are rare, even if you are the holy son of the Holy Land, it is impossible to take such an exaggeration every day, right?

  Liu Yu noticed the reaction of the Daoyi Holy Son, and based on his reaction time, he judged that his Primordial Spirit cultivation base should be lower than his own, and he was a little relieved.

   After all, he is not at a disadvantage in all aspects, which can be regarded as a little consolation.

   "Boom~"

   As for winning the real Kongqing, everyone in Daoyi Holy Land felt that they were absolutely certain, so they were not in a hurry.

   After all, the real treasure in his hand does have some miraculousness. If there are casualties due to this, it will be too worthless.

   And with the rapid consumption of the golden core source, the flaming blue sea of ​​fire is gradually shrinking.

  The naked eye can see that the ancient bronze lamp, the aura quickly dimmed.

   Aware of the arrival of a strange monk, and he was still coming from the direction of Jin Wuwei's wind, two Jindan monks immediately withdrew from the siege in Daoyi Holy Land, and Qi Qi locked on Liu Yu, who came from flying.

   The cultivation level of the two is one at the peak of Jindan and the other at the later stage of Jindan.

   As holy land monks, their magic and supernatural powers are better than ordinary monks, and it is no problem to consciously win this person.

   As for the Son of Daoyi, he still had a calm smile on his face with his hands behind his back, as if he had no intention of taking action.

   For him, this mission was just too boring, and he just came out to relax.

   Even if he doesn't make a move, the same class is enough to complete the task.

   "The Primordial Spirit cultivation base of the coming person seems to be stronger than mine, and his spiritual skills are also very superb."

   "Could this person's purpose be to rescue the remnants of Qingyangmen?"

   "Fun, interesting."

   Daoyi Shengzi's clothes fluttered, quietly watching the development of the situation.

   He was used to this detached feeling, and it was not interesting to watch mediocre people beat to death.

   And the person here is just a Jindan cultivator, and his cultivation is only in the middle stage of Jindan. Even if he has some support, he doesn't think he can turn out the waves.

  100 miles, 80 miles, 60 miles

  “Whoosh~”

The   light flashed across the sky, and the more critical moment came, the calmer Liu Yu's heart became.

   Noticing the smile of the Daoyi Holy Son, who was in control of everything, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

   "I wonder if you can still laugh later?!"

   restrained his smile, Liu Yu flashed the thought.

  Thinking about this, he took advantage of the situation to untie the "ordinary long sword" around his waist and held it in his hand.

   "buzz"

   The Ruined Sword trembled slightly, and the ignorant Sword Spirit felt a little excited through the connection of his mind.

   It has been inactive for a long time, and it seems to understand that the owner is about to reuse himself, and feels a little excited.

   "Clang"

   A low-pitched sword cry suddenly resounded through the mountains, startling the birds.

  Many birds and beasts seemed to sense the crisis and became irritable, rushing to flee outside this area.

   The clanging sound of swords began to reverberate among the mountains, from low to loud.

   is like an ancient fetish that has been in dust for a long time, and it starts to recover at this moment, with a great horror!

   With the sword of ruin in his hand, Liu Yu's aura changed immediately!

   became sharp-edged, like a sword in Kaifeng, the power surpassed the limit of Jindan in the blink of an eye, and climbed to a higher realm, gradually becoming unfathomable.

   has such a hint of meaning that the mountains are standing upright.

   At the moment when the "Sword of Destruction" was in hand, the nine people who were in the battle were all stiff, and even the movements of their hands paused.

   In the spiritual sense, there is an extremely strong sense of crisis.

   Daoichi Saint Son's smile froze, and he was no longer confident and calm before, and there was also a strong sense of crisis in his spiritual sense.

   Looking at the rapidly approaching blue light in the sky, there was a hint of shock in his eyes!

   "How could this kind of power come from a Jindan cultivator?!"

   "Even if it's a great prince, it's impossible for him to bring such a sense of crisis to himself!"

   "No, not right!"

   "This strong sense of crisis does not come from the monk, but the long sword in his hand."

   "But even if the Jindan cultivator burns the source and uses the secret technique to reluctantly mobilize the true treasure, there should not be such a strong threat."

   "If it's just a real treasure, it will never pose such a strong threat!"

   "Could it be?!"

  Thinking of a certain possibility, Dao Yi Shengzi's eyes were full of astonishment, and he looked towards the sky's approaching light, his face was full of incredible colors.

  In his spiritual sense, as Dunguang approached, a mighty force like a mountain and a sea was pressing down on it.

   A faint murderous intent firmly locked himself.

   At this moment, in the heart of Daoyi Holy Son, a sense of heaven and earth, nowhere to escape, rose out of thin air.

   And the other seven monks in the Holy Land also had this feeling for no reason.

  Only the real Kong Qing, because he was not targeted, he didn't feel that way, but his eyes were still full of astonishment.

   Sixty miles, fifty miles, forty miles

   In the vibration of the black wind wings, Liu Yu stepped into the battlefield within forty miles in just a breath or two.

"almost."

  Thinking like this, his face was calm and his mind was highly concentrated.

   communicated with the sword spirit, Liu Yu held the hilt with both hands, and the broken sword tip was lifted up.

   "Clang"

   With the sharp-edged sword cry, the situation changed in an instant.

  The clouds above the ten thousand zhang sky were suddenly impacted by an invisible force, and large swathes collapsed in an instant, revealing a huge hole.

   In an instant, Liu Yu entered a very special state, controlling the spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles through the broken sword in his hand.

   "Huhu~"

   The wind is surging, and the vegetation is low.

  The ubiquitous spiritual energy in the world, under the influence of an inexplicable force, quickly gathered towards Liu Yu.

  Because the aura gathered together is too strong, it even turned into a cloud of mist, forming a colorful aura storm, which can be directly observed by the naked eye.

  Gold, Cyan, Blue, Red, Yellow.

   Looking around, within a radius of dozens of miles, there are colorful mists of spiritual energy, rapidly gathering towards Liu Yu.

   After entering the Wuli range, the original color gradually faded and turned into a grayish gray.

   "As one's own cultivation improves, the power he exerts also increases."

   "This time, the range of controlling the aura seems to have increased by another mile or two."

   Liu Yu flashed this thought.

   He felt a huge burden, it was almost unbearable in just one or two breaths, and there was a burst of tearing pain from the primordial spirit.

  Although through the broken sword, you can control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in advance, but after all, it is not a field that Jindan cultivators can touch, and the burden is beyond imagination.

  Fortunately, since the cause and effect of the Ruined Sword has been largely resolved, the relationship with the Sword Spirit has improved a lot.

   With its active cooperation, the burden is much lighter than last time.

The speed of   's aura gathering was very fast, and in just a breath or two, a huge grey sword shadow was formed behind him.

  Gray hilt, gray blade, simple and exquisite texture

   When Liu Yu held up the sword of ruin, an aura of ruin and desolation quickly spread out in all directions.

   leaned over and looked, within a radius of a hundred miles, everything was affected by the devastation and desolation, and all the plants and trees withered quickly.

  Family, thousands of mortals, and countless beasts, their flesh and blood are rapidly disappearing.

   Even the skeleton was in ashes, and he died without knowing what happened.

  The green mountains and green waters soon lost their original color and turned into a delicate ash.

   One will succeed and ten thousand bones will die!

After    two breaths, the grey sword shadow that was hundreds of feet long had formed behind Liu Yu.

   This state is too burdensome to last for long.

   Without hesitation, he waved the broken sword in his hand towards the direction where the eight people, the first son of the Dao, were located.

   "Hey~!"

   The grey sword shadow behind him disappeared at the same time with Liu Yu's movements.

"not good!"

   "This is. Lingbao!"

   "Why can a mere Jindan cultivator have a Lingbao, and why can he mobilize a Lingbao?!"

   A deadly sense of crisis struck, and the Daoyi Holy Son, who had always been calm and confident, couldn't help but show panic on his face.

   But this question is destined to be unanswered.

   He wanted to use the secret technique to leave, and the secret technique was successfully performed, but no matter what, he could not leave the place, his body seemed to be fixed by the great supernatural power.

  The surrounding space is stagnant, like being in the hardest mud and rock, and it is extremely difficult to move.

   Seeing the gray sword shadow disappear, Daoyi Shengzi didn't have time to think about it, and quickly took out a golden talisman to stimulate it.

   Fourth-tier middle-grade defensive talisman—gilt iron wall talisman.

   Once this talisman is activated, six golden walls will appear around, guarding this person in all directions without dead ends.

   This kind of defense, even if a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul made a shot, it would take a dozen hits to break it.

   After doing this, the Daoyi Holy Son was not at ease, and he pushed the magic weapon and robes one after another to form a line of defenses, trying to save his life.

   He admitted that he had indeed underestimated the heroes of the world before!

   Including Kongqing Zhenren and other eight people, at this moment, they all resorted to various means to try to save their lives under the power of Lingbao.

   Colorful auras flickered, and when the nine people used various means of defense, the gray sword shadow had arrived and swept across from left to right.

   "Bang bang bang~"

   The terrifying power erupted, and the remaining seven people in the Daoyi Holy Land were silently erased from the subtle level without even a single scream.

   Even two cultivators at the peak of Jindan did not survive, and the defense of magic weapons and magical powers was useless.

   There was only that shiny golden wall, which barely lasted a little longer, but also collapsed and destroyed in an instant.

   "Boom boom boom!!"

   Hundreds of meters of gray sword shadows swept across, and then lost control and fell to the distant mountains, destroying dozens of high mountains in a row, and the power was exhausted.

   In one blow, countless lives were killed and injured, the mountains were devastated, and dust enveloped the sky and the earth!

   "Clang"

   The ruined sword was sheathed and tied around his waist again. Liu Yu took a deep breath, and a deep exhaustion flashed in his eyes.

   Enduring exhaustion, his incomparably sharp spiritual sense spread toward the place where a few people stood in the Holy Land.

"what?"

"This person.?!"

  PS: There is another chapter in the evening, so I won't say the time, everyone who understands understands QAQ~

   (end of this chapter)

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