The Xiuxian family can't float

Chapter 162 The power of one shot, the flood will come to the sky!
Ling Jiexin had already been nourished by Ling Chuyun's golden elixir before forming the fake elixir.

Therefore, his strength after forming the fake pill surpassed that of ordinary fake pill monks. If the monk who just formed the golden pill had the strength of ten, then his strength at this time would be eight.

When he started cultivating immortals, the weapon he used was a gun. Before forming the fake pill, he had already had some understanding of the innate gun energy. Because of this, he was able to kill the monks in the late foundation establishment stage in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

However, it is too difficult to comprehend the innate gun qi. Even with his understanding and love for guns, he still has not been able to comprehend the complete innate gun qi.

In this way, until he formed the fake pill, he emptied his mind, and miraculously realized the innate gun energy he had dreamed of.

At that moment, Ling Jiexin was so excited that he couldn't get any more excited, because the stronger his own strength, the greater the possibility of Cangli Ling's surviving this difficulty.

With his fake elixir cultivation base, coupled with the innate gun energy he has comprehended, even if his strength is not as good as that of the monk who has just formed a golden elixir, he is not going anywhere.

The biggest gap between Ling Jiexin and the golden core monk is the longevity. You must know that the golden core monk can live for 600 years, while the fake core monk can only live for 300 years, which is directly reduced by half.

Even so, forming fake pills is still the dream of countless foundation-building monks, but there are very few foundation-building monks who really have the opportunity to form fake pills.

Because the fake pill needs the monster pill of the third-rank monster, and each third-rank monster is not only powerful, but also leads many first- and second-rank monsters.

Even if the Jindan cultivator makes a move, it doesn't mean that he can kill, let alone the foundation-building cultivator.

In more than 500 years, only two third-tier monsters have been killed in the Liuyun Islands, which shows how difficult it is to obtain the demon pills of third-tier monsters.

Qian Chongyi is an early-stage Golden Core cultivator who has accumulated for many years. Like Ling Chuyun, he is already an early-stage Golden Core cultivator who is infinitely close to the mid-stage Golden Core.

The difference between the two is only a chance to break through the middle stage of the Golden Core, but such a chance is hard to come by.

Ling Chuyun has been on the same spot for more than three hundred years, but still failed to find such an opportunity to break through to the middle stage of Golden Core.

If Qian Chongyi does not have a major opportunity, this is his highest achievement.

Now, he is suppressed by Qijue Sealing Spirit Formation, and the cultivation strength he can display is less than [-]%.

Although Ling Jiexin was still no match for him, he was able to protect himself from Qian Chongyi's attack.

And this is enough, because he is not the real power to solve this crisis, the real solution to the Cangli Ling's crisis is the mysterious water giant turtle seeking a breakthrough at the bottom of the lake.

Seeing Ling Jiexin throwing the silver horn gun in his hand, the silver horn gun spun around a few times, and then hovered above his head.

The body of the gun was wrapped in a silver-white light group, and it seemed that an innate gun energy shot out from the gun body, scurrying and wreaking havoc in the silver-white light group.

As Ling Jiexin changed the spells in his hands, the silver-horned spear suspended above his head also continued to grow in size, and soon reached nearly three feet long.

At the same time, a phantom of a huge silver horn gun appeared above his head. This phantom of the silver horn gun was more than seven feet long, wrapping the whole silver horn gun inside.

Countless innate gun energy shot out from the silver horn gun, filling the phantom of the whole silver horn gun, as if this silver horn gun phantom was composed of countless innate gun energy.

In just one or two breaths, the innate gun energy in the phantom of the silver-horned gun became more and more, and the aura it emitted became more and more terrifying.

The battle between the two monks who had reached the golden core stage was so powerful that the foundation-building monks could not resist it at all.

So Ling Yuansheng and Ling Yuan Guzao flew away with their swords, hovered in the distance, and looked nervously at both sides of the battle.

Feeling the powerful aura released by the phantom of the silver-horned spear, Qian Zhongyi became serious for the first time since the war.

The spells in his hands changed, and the cloud umbrella continued to grow larger. The clouds in the sky were pulled by the cloud umbrella, and they continued to gather towards it, forming a thick cloud wall, blocking the water giant.

"Ling Jiexin, let the old man see if the power of your spear can shake the old man's spirit art Hundred Waters Gathering Form."

Spells, spiritual spells...

Among them, spells require the least cultivation, are the easiest to practice, and have the largest number, but all monks can practice.

Spiritual spells are different from spells, they have a certain degree of spirituality, and their power is far beyond that of spells.

Although the spiritual arts are powerful, the number is far from comparable to the spells. Every spiritual art is an important inheritance of various forces and individuals, and it will never be easily spread.

The Cangli Ling family and the Fufeng Qian family are both Jindan families for hundreds of years, but each of the two families has only one spiritual art inheritance.

Seeing the scarcity of spiritual arts, it is not surprising that Golden Core cultivators fight for the inheritance of spiritual arts.

Although spiritual art is good, not everyone can practice it. Only Jindan monks can practice spiritual art.

Although Ling Jiexin is a fake alchemy cultivator, he can still cultivate. It's a pity that he has formed a fake alchemy not long ago, and he hasn't had time to practice the inherited spiritual art of the Cangliling family.

He stared at Qian Chongyi closely, and the previous scenes kept flashing in his mind like a slide show.

Ling Chuyun was ambushed, entrusted to her, all the family members were ruthlessly massacred...

Every scene, every incident made Ling Jiexin wish to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

"Grandpa, it's time for my grandson to guard the Cangliling family today."

His eyes turned red instantly, he let out a roar, and pushed his hands forward violently.

"Drilling thorns!"

The sound is like a bell ringing, rolling and reverberating.

With a sound of "咻", the phantom of the silver-horned gun wrapped around the silver-horned gun and shot out at an extremely fast speed.

Its speed was so fast that it was difficult for a foundation-building cultivator to judge, and a series of "booming" sounds made people's eardrums hurt.

This is because the speed of the silver horn gun is too fast, friction with the air, resulting in an explosion.

In the blink of an eye, the silver horn gun shot at the cloud wall, and the huge impact scattered the gathered clouds, and directly pushed out the Qijue Sealing Spirit Formation.

The clouds dissipated, and the cloud umbrella hidden behind was revealed. Although it was big, it only covered half of the water giant's head.

The water giant was like a living target, exposed in front of the silver horn gun.

"puff"

The gun body shot into the body of the water giant, and the innate gun energy that formed the phantom of the silver-horned gun dispersed instantly, and flowed to all parts of the water giant's body.

Head, chest, fingers, palms, arms, stomach, thighs, calves, feet...

There are countless innate gun energy raging in every part, and countless bubbles rise up, as if the entire water giant is not composed of water, but is composed of weak bubbles.

"Cuckoo, cluck, cluck, cluck..."

"Oh!"

The water giant in the sky exploded with a bang, and a huge amount of river water poured down instantly, as if the Milky Way was broken.

The entire top of Qingcang Mountain was covered by the flood, and countless Cangliling monks struggled in the water.

The flood flowed out of the Qijue Fengling Array and rolled down the Qingcang Mountain. The monks from the nine families who escaped also suffered from the flood.

(End of this chapter)