Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 144 Thousands of Years and Thousands of Years, Spirit as One (Please collect, please subscribe!)
Although the ghost cultivators in the Nether Realm have strange and vicious methods, they are severely restrained by the magical powers of the fire and thunder attribute. Therefore, as long as they are prepared, monks of the same level will not be afraid to fight with ghost cultivators of the same level.

However, in Hanzhou, the northern region of the Xuanhuang Great World, encountering ghost cultivators may be relatively low. In addition, monks with wood, water, and earth spirit roots tend to practice fire and thunder attribute spells with half the effort, so monks of the same level fight with ghost cultivators. Only then will you suffer.

In addition, there was no preparation in advance, and no one expected to fight for such a long time. One month later, the fire and thunder spells in the hands of the Golden Rainbow Valley cultivator were exhausted, and the magic weapon was damaged. In the battle with the ghost cultivator, he was more and more at a disadvantage .

The ghost cultivator who had built the ninth floor quickly merged into the body of the young man who had just been killed by it. Facing the attack of the fire streamer and flying sword in front of him, he or it actually quickly grabbed the magic formula and raised his hand. In a short time, seven or eight magical artifacts were sacrificed from the Qiankun bag to seal it.

The cultivator killed by it only had the cultivation base of Qi training level, and naturally there was no third-order magic weapon in the Qiankun bag, but the value was fair, and there were seven or eight second-level magic weapons of good quality, which exploded with a bang. Temporarily blocked Zhang Lie's double sword attack.

Boom, bang, bang.

Amidst the sound of the successive shattering of magic weapons, large swaths of gray-black mist spread around the body of the possessed ghost cultivator, suppressing the consciousness and diluting the aura.

Whoosh whoosh, boom.

The sword energy shuttled through the room, because Zhang Lie put too much pressure on the ghost cultivator, the sword light was swift and fierce, under consideration, the body occupied by the ghost cultivator was bombarded by several spells and magic weapons.

It's just that it only defends against fire, thunder, and even attacks that can pose enough threats to itself, and the rest of the attacks are left to be bombarded on the body, and the occupied flesh body will soon be torn, but it still does not affect its boneless evil spirit. Like an object, it moves freely and is amazingly fast.

"Through the method of possessing the body and seizing the body, control the magic weapon to reduce the restraint of fire and thunder? It has only been a month, and the wisdom has grown to this point. If they are allowed to escape outside and mix among mortals, I really don't know how many people will die. Talented people can get rid of this beast."

Thinking up to this point, Zhang Lie in mid-air secretly practiced profound arts.

From the flying Firefox banner and Huode sword, a crystal-clear and pure-white flame spread from the inside out, faintly turning into the shape of a tiger's howl: the innate qi, the divine essence transforms into evil spirits!
The quality of the innate stellar qi is not inferior to the purple qi of the big sun, and the baleful qi that transforms the gods into evil spirits also has the effect of suppressing and restraining the yin.

What's more, there is a similarity between the two.

Originally blocked by several magic tools and dark mist, the fire fox streamer and Huode sword, the latter's sword light shone, and strangled and pushed away the surrounding magic tools, while the former suddenly exploded with amazing speed, tilted like a javelin, and pierced through it. into the ghost cultivator's body, directly nailing him obliquely in place.

"Junior Brother Zhang, good method!"

At this time, an old monk with white hair and beard gave a sigh of admiration.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and threw a talisman sword, then bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of spiritual blood, fed it on the talisman sword, and the next moment, the talisman sword was transformed into a pure white aura lightsaber, extremely violent Flying stabs at the impaled Ghost Cultivator.

Zhang Lie's methods are brilliant, and the other monks in the Golden Rainbow Valley are not all weak, especially some of the old monks who have practiced for a long time. No one knows what kind of methods are hidden in them, what kind of supernatural powers they have in cultivation.

It's just that these old monks usually follow the principle of being wise and wise. Of course, they will do what the sect tells them, but they will not do their best, let alone at the cost of losing their own interests or endangering their own safety.

But this kind of situation of beating a dog in the water can be done with all your strength.

The aura and lightsaber directly pierced through the chest of that ghost cultivator, and the powerful spiritual power that spread out also made it impossible for that ghost cultivator to attach himself to this lifeless body.

But at the next moment, bang bang bang bang bang bang...

All of a sudden, the body split apart and turned into dozens of blood-colored blazing thunder flames, flying in all directions.

In the land of the nether world, ghosts have no concept of time, and even without spiritual intelligence, they can survive for hundreds of thousands of years.

In this long period of time, it is possible for them to condense any kind of ferocious supernatural powers. After all, human monks still need to spend time to practice, but they don't need it.

As the blood, flames and thunder spread, almost all the monks around scattered and retreated. Even Zhang Lie, the Bibo Qingniu flag slipped out of his sleeve and fell into his hand.

Between the micro-curls, an extremely thick water-blue barrier envelops his whole body.

Several blood-flame thunderbolts hit it, causing waves to rippling, and its figure also drifted slightly backwards.

At the same time, a streak of blood-colored Yin Qi soared into the sky, breaking through the encirclement of all the Foundation Establishment cultivators present.

Zhang Lie stared at the ferocious ghost face amidst the yin energy, and moved the Bibo Qingniu flag in his hand slightly, but he watched the direction where the ghost face was escaping and changed his mind, but he still didn't make a real move after all.

"Chase!"

"Catch up with it and avenge Martial Nephew Qian!"

Three or four Foundation Establishment cultivators and the Qi Cultivation Realm monks who followed them soared into the sky, chasing and killing the heavily injured high-level ghost cultivator together.

To get rid of this beast, you can ask for merit in the sect, and the spirit objects of the third-level ghost cultivator are often of good value. Even if there is no merit in the sect, being able to win this treasure is not a waste of time. .

However, Zhang Lie didn't immediately follow to catch up, but flew down, and while recalling the fire fox flag and flying sword, he saluted that Senior Brother Wang from the Golden Rainbow Valley.

The one who had just been possessed was the disciple of Senior Brother Wang. At this moment, the old monk came up to him, holding his disciple's remnant body and crying.

The tens of years of getting along between master and apprentice of immortal cultivators, as long as it is not the way of getting along with monks of the sorcerer's way, most of them will produce deep feelings.

It wasn't that he didn't want to save his disciple before, but that he was powerless.

"Eternal life is free, free and long life! If you don't master great supernatural powers, what's the use of persevering to achieve longevity? Longevity is just a Tao fruit, but it is not my ultimate pursuit."

"I do my own way, when I live, I live, when I die, I die, if you do your best, you will have no regrets!"

Seeing the helpless crying of the old man in front of him, Zhang Lie recalled many past and present events in his mind.

In the last life, when the flames came to my face, I had no regrets or regrets in my heart. In this life, I won the inheritance of the Taihao Gold Medal, and I hope to prove the fruit of longevity. However, I can practice self-discipline and work hard for it, but But it will not obliterate its own spirit for it, so it becomes a stone that only knows how to chase longevity madly.

I still want to laugh about happy things, I still want to cry over sad things, I still want to be overjoyed, saddened, and pained for thousands of years, with the same spirit.

(End of this chapter)