Seeking the Way of Immortality

"Hehe, a bunch of little guys in the Nascent Soul stage, your opponent is me." Wu Yannian laughed and said.

"Wu Zheng, what is your relationship with Kun Lu?" Lin Ruhai pointed at Yang Dingtian.

"Hehe, kid, if you do too much evil, you will die. Don't blame me!" Yan Haixin said to Wu Zheng with a smile.

Shu Shuo and other monsters attacked one after another, but the opponent was an old monster in the Spiritualization Stage, and they could only block him for a while.

At this time, Wu Zheng was the only one left by his side.

"Humph, you are still a little naive to kill me." Wu Zheng snorted coldly.

"Really!" Wu Shiba ignored it. Wu Zheng would definitely die today, and no one could save him.

The Dragon and Phoenix Stick turned into a golden light and pointed at Wu Zheng's forehead. When the tip of the stick was only one meter away from Wu Zheng's forehead, Wu Zheng suddenly jumped up, and the Ice Halberd was like a thunder, just blocking the tip of the Dragon and Phoenix Stick.

At the same time, Wu Zheng shouted loudly, and the spiritual attack secret technique ‘Soul Crushing’ was directly performed, and the invisible soul power invaded Wu Shiba’s sea of ​​consciousness.

“Hmph, a trivial skill, but it also shines.”

A dazzling light suddenly appeared on Wu Shiba’s forehead, blocking the invisible spiritual power.

Wu Zheng frowned, not expecting that Wu Shiba actually had a spiritual defense magic weapon on his body, and his ‘Soul Crushing’ attack was ineffective.

The ice halberd in his hand flashed with purple lightning, and whistled towards Wu Shiba.

He pinched his hands and made a hair seal. After a few days, the ‘Soul Devouring’ secret technique was performed again by him, and the rolling vitality gathered from all directions to his body.

“Hmph, you have a secret technique, don’t I have one!” Wu Shiba smiled coldly, and without any movement, his originally pale face actually returned to normal in an instant.

The two of them had almost the same energy consumption, and were basically consumed by the attack of the magic weapon. At this time, the magic power they could display was only one-tenth or one-twelfth.

The use of the Soul Devouring Secret Art made Wu Zheng's cultivation quickly recover. He directly discarded the Ice Halberd, and the illusory wings behind him fluttered gently, instantly shortening the distance between him and Wu Shiba, and performing the Phoenix Extreme Shocking Fist.

"Humph, she actually taught this fist to you." Wu Shiba was shocked and angry.

The Dragon and Phoenix Stick was also taken into his body. A dazzling light burst out from his fists, and he smashed directly at Wu Zheng's fists flashing with colorful light.

'Bang! '

With a loud bang, the two retreated one after another. Neither of them got the upper hand in the head-on attack.

Without waiting to catch their breath, the two rushed forward again, and the strong wind shook the other cultivators fighting around them and retreated again and again.

Dozens of battlefields were opened up in the entire sky space, and even Kong Xuan was fighting with Yang Dongling.

Feng Ling'er and Wu Yuwei were fighting evenly.

Both of them were extremely popular and outstanding figures. They were rarely rivaled in their respective families. At this time, they met a good match and a good general. How could they miss such a good opportunity? At that time, the two goddesses used all their magic.

"Huang Wuming from the Huang family, please teach me, brother Wu." The Huang family cultivator who entered the enlightenment stone platform to comprehend the Tao said to Wu Qiankun.

"Okay, okay." Wu Qiankun smiled lightly, but the speed of his hands was not slow at all. A pair of fists flashing with light hit Huang Wuming's head.

"Haha, brother Wu, this strength is not enough!" Huang Wuming stood on one leg, with his arms spread out, and his body flew back like a wild goose.

"Oh, I hope you can still be so confident later." Wu Qiankun said in a gloomy tone.

"My friend from the Wu family, I am here to help you." Yan Haixin had gotten rid of his opponent without knowing when, and quietly appeared behind Wu Zheng, with a black palm silently appearing on Wu Zheng's back.

'Bang! '

The attack of the God of Transformation was no small matter, Wu Zheng was immediately knocked thousands of meters away, blood was flowing from his mouth, his face, which had originally recovered its rosy color, turned pale again, the clothes on his back were all turned into powder, and a black handprint was printed on his slightly yellow back.

The black palm print quickly spread on Wu Zheng's skin, and in a moment, it completely covered Wu Zheng's exposed back.

A sneak attack, and the palm contained a strong poison, Yan Haixin's simple palm, can definitely be compared to the combat power of the peak of the middle stage of the God of Transformation.

"Old man, what are you doing?" Wu Shiba was extremely angry. When he was fighting, this person dared to sneak attack his opponent, which was a naked insult to him.

At that moment, he gave up Wu Zheng and rushed towards Yan Haixin.

"Haha, my friend, you can't be a hero without poison. I'm not your opponent." Yan Haixin smiled and withdrew from the battle circle.

Over there, although Wu Zheng was attacked by Yan Haixin, his back was still straight: "Wu Zheng, a mere incarnation of the spirit, not worth mentioning, let's fight again."

In his words, he revealed an unparalleled domineering attitude, not taking Yan Haixin seriously at all.

"Hmph, little beast, presumptuous." Yan Haixin scolded coldly.

"Hmph, you have disgraced the face of the incarnation cultivator!" Bai Luomei said indifferently from a distance.

Lin Mengying gritted her teeth and said to Bai Luomei: "Friend Bai, are you willing to lend me a hand?"

"Seeing injustice on the road, drawing a sword to help, is what we do!"

Bai Luomei did not hesitate. I don't know when a silver sword appeared in her hand, and the sword energy flashed in the sky, and she slashed at Yan Haixin who was about to attack Wu Zheng again.

Lin Mengying stood on one foot and stepped lightly on the ground, and a silver spear appeared in her hand.

White dress, black hair, silver spear!

A sharp breath emanated from her body. The two of them, one in front and one behind, formed a pincer attack and attacked Yan Haixin.

Feeling the undisguised killing intent behind him, Yan Haixin was also aroused with anger. Since when could the young generation in the Nascent Soul stage point fingers at him?

"Well, the Sword Sect has this generation, and life is clear." An old man said to Ruan Wusheng.

Ruan Wusheng carried a sword on his back and held a red gourd with rich spiritual energy and wine in his hand. He smiled and said, "You old man, if you want to drink, just say it directly. It's useless to do these things."

After speaking, he threw the gourd in his hand directly to the old man.

"Hehe, you still understand me." The old man laughed and said.

"Well, the girl who used the gun must be the heir of the Lin family. It's a pity that the old man Lin Qingshan is not here." Ruan Wusheng said with some regret.

The old man curled his lips: "If he was here, would you still be able to drink and chat with me? You would have already fought with that lunatic!"

"You old man." Ruan Wusheng pointed at the old man and scolded him with a smile.

This old man is the world-famous 'Dongxu Sanren', a strong man of the same level as Ruan Wusheng. He was not here at the beginning, and no one knew when he came here.

He, Ruan Wusheng and Lin Qingshan are friends of life and death, including the famous Kunluo Venerable.

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