legendary herbalist

Chapter 1587

Zheng Qiu swept across with his stick and cast out Mu Qianjun, turning the stick slightly into a huge lump of wood like a house.

The wooden lumps are like rolling wheels, rolling over the ground as they wave, sweeping aside the enemy troops along the way.

At the same time, he took out a handful of Rejuvenation Grass from his bosom, and stuffed it into the hands of the cultivator in the Divine Absence Realm.

The sticky blood stains mixed with the soil splashed from the ground, forming a dark brown muddy paste that almost covered the whole body.

Zheng Qiu glanced at him several times, but he couldn't recognize the other person's appearance and clothing style. He didn't know which sect's elder or head he was.

All I know is that this person is wearing a long robe, has wrinkles on his face, and his hair is not all white, so he doesn't look particularly old.

After taking the rejuvenating grass, the breath of the supreme being in the divine place calmed down a little.

The pace and movement are also three points stronger than before.

He followed Zheng Qiu closely, broke out all the way to the bottom of the sky boat, and accelerated his withdrawal from the battlefield.

"Senior, don't attack again, save some strength, so as not to hurt the foundation!"

Fighting all the way forward, Zheng Qiu found that the supreme being behind him was still fighting hard.

The injury was obviously serious, and even the rejuvenating grass could not completely heal him, and he still insisted on fighting with martial arts.

This is too desperate!

He tried to persuade him, hoping that the Supreme would stop and just follow him honestly.

But the other party pretended not to hear, and the speed of the attack did not decrease at all, and the attack was still fierce.

It seems that he will continue to fight at all costs.

Seeing that Boss Zheng was looking at him again, the Supreme spoke suddenly, his voice full of fatigue.

"Boss Zheng doesn't need to slow down, just go forward, I can keep up!"

Hearing this, Zheng Qiu frowned slightly, and nodded vigorously.

I understand, this supreme being is definitely the leader of a certain sect, and he is arrogant.

On this grand occasion, what he represents is not an individual, but the entire sect behind it.

With this responsibility, of course he will not show his weak side, even if he is seriously injured, he will support it with all his might.

"In the final analysis, it's still face..."

Zheng Qiu murmured in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

He drew four more wooden sticks from his hand, knocked the tip of the stick slightly, and threw them forward in the form of a spear.

At the same time, he made a quick imaginary handprint with both hands, condensing the vigor into spell symbols, and struck them one by one along the direction of the wooden spear's flight.

"Plentiful Void Myriad Blossoms Technique!"

Zheng Qiu played a total of 36 spell symbols, of which the first [-] were all composed of vigor, and the last six were shining with strong divine power.

When these spell symbols fell on the wooden spear, it was like clear water pouring sand, and it instantly melted into it.

When all 36 symbols were integrated, the wooden spear suddenly burst into bright light, and at the same time exploded into pieces with a crackling sound.

The four wooden spears were all broken into pieces, but the pieces grew strangely again, and then grew into new wooden spears.

The new wooden spear was shattered again, and the fragments continued to grow larger, still becoming a wooden spear.

The white vigor and light green divine power radiated radiantly, and in the diffusion of this light, the number of wooden spears increased at an astonishing speed.

In just the blink of an eye, the original four wooden spears became more than 3.

And the increase in number has not stopped, the gushing wooden spears are like water vapor after boiling, gushing out almost endlessly.

In an instant, the wooden spear changed from a stream to a river, and from a river to a lake.

In the end they were like real seas, roaring with huge waves and sweeping forward.

Zheng Qiu pulled out a piece of sedge and let the sedge rush forward on the waves with a wooden spear like a water ski sampan.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and dragged the supreme being behind him onto the sedge, and they rode the waves forward together.

Looking down at the surging sea of ​​wooden spears, the Supreme One widened his eyes, which were full of disbelief.

"This, how is this possible?

This wood, this..."

Zheng Qiu smiled slightly: "This method is called Pengxu Wanhua Technique, which is a combination of summoning magic and illusion magic, and the things that are transformed are between virtual and real, and they are powerful.

As for what kind of things to change, it depends on the individual..."

At this moment, a blue light piercing the sky rose from the sky not far away.

The strong natural power spread outward from the blue light, sweeping across the entire mountain base area.

In the surrounding environment, those forces of heaven and earth locked by the Divine Axe of Destiny began to vibrate violently even under the force of nature.

It seems that it can break free at any time and become active again.

As soon as Zheng Qiu saw the blue light that pierced the sky, he knew that it was his sister Yunyou who was performing the third move of the Sword of Transformation, Moyun Transformation Sword.

No need to guess, the target of Moyun Huaxiang Sword must be Mo Junrong.

I don't know how powerful this Moyunhuaxiang sword move is, and whether it can kill Mo Junrong.

You know, in the past when Yunyou used the Moyun Huaxiang Sword, she would first take the Lingyun Glass Coral Fruit.

Use the power of the fruit to increase Qi Jin and the power of heaven and earth, so as to enhance the power of swordsmanship and shorten the preparation time before making a move.

This time, if she uses it alone, can she reach the level of power of the previous sword move?

A question arose in his heart, and before he could think about it, the excited voice of Supreme came from beside him.

"Boss Zheng, I'm under the sky boat...Thank you for your help...I'm grateful..."

Zheng Qiu's attention was all on the sword light of the Moyun Huaxiang Sword, and he didn't pay attention to what the Supreme Being said beside him. He only vaguely heard the name and sect, as if it was called Lieyang or something.

High in the sky, Mo Junrong looked left and right and couldn't find Yunyou's figure, feeling strange in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a change in the power of heaven and earth behind him, and an unstoppable force of nature suppressed his head.

Turning around and looking, there is a cyan sword light that goes straight to the sky, illuminating the world like a torch.

"Is this also the Transformation Sword Technique?" Mo Junrong was a little dazed.

During the battle surrounding Qianyunzong, he had seen similar sword lights, which also towered into the sky.

At that time, I was flying higher, and it didn't feel obvious.

Now that the distance is so close, and the position below the sword light, the sense of oppression is hundreds of times stronger.

Wait a minute, this seems to be the third move of the Transforming Elephant Sword Art, a sword move described by Mo Tian Jie Yun.

Realizing that it was the genuine Huaxiang swordsmanship, Mo Junrong panicked.

He understood that this cyan light penetrating the sky was not a sword light in the traditional sense.

This thing is a real entity, the real sword body condensed by the power of heaven and earth under the blessing of the divine weapon.

The "Dragon Slaying Sword Jue" that I own is purely insignificant in comparison, and it is far behind.

He lowered his head and glanced at the Divine Axe of Destiny, the slight cracks on the surface of the ax completely dispelled his confidence.

Mo Junrong pinched out the sword finger formula without hesitation, cast the shadow-crossing sword technique to hide his figure, and disappeared directly from the air.

Hidden in the power of the environment, the feeling of being stared at to death has not disappeared, like a light on his back.

Mo Junrong realized that Yunyou had a way to see through the shadow-crossing sword technique, and the Moyun Huaxiang sword would still cut him.

Gritting his teeth, he poked his heart, bringing out a lot of blood.

"Hmph, I'm leaving, no one can stop me!"

(End of this chapter)