Immortal, I only practice forbidden arts

Chapter 187 The same end?Come on, who is afraid of whom!

In the abandoned palace, Wei Shouguang looked at this scene with a confused expression on his face: "???"

What kind of extreme angry situation does a person have to burst out with your power?Stretching out his little hand, he can easily hold a monk who has perfected his Qi training?

Are you fucking kidding me, I am also extremely angry, why can't I do it... I want to explode too...

The faces of the people in Lingcan Mountain changed slightly, and they stared at Jiang Ming coldly.

"Let go of him!" A foundation cultivator shouted coldly: "He Fang Xiaoxiao is pretending to be a ghost here, dare to bully my Lingcanshan disciple?"

Jiang Ming squeezed that wrist, but he didn't let it go at all, and said with a light smile, "You bullying disciple of Lingcan Mountain? Could it be that you sent someone to catch me on board, and now you want me to be cannon fodder to explore the way? What? , I'm not used to it if I change roles..."

"Looking for death..." On the bamboo chair, the middle-aged man's voice was cold, and the terrifying power permeated the palace, pressing down on Jiang Ming.

Although he was seriously injured, the coercion of the complete foundation establishment is enough to be honored here...

Kacha~
Jiang Ming was not used to them at all, with a slight force on his hand, the tall monk's arm broke instantly, and Jiang Ming threw him to the corner of the wall, screaming...

Boom boom boom!
The middle-aged man didn't need to speak at all, the other three foundation-building cultivators of Lingcan Mountain jumped into the air for the first time, surging spiritual power erupted like a tide, and the three extremely powerful magical weapons shone with dazzling aura , came towards Jiang Ming to kill him violently.

They are all masters of Lingcan Mountain. They have been tempered and killed for a long time, otherwise they would not be sent to explore here. Although they look down on Jiang Ming, they are extremely cautious about this sudden change, and they will do their best immediately. , To kill this presumptuous kid into scum.

The eyes of several people were full of killing intent, and also contained a strong light of self-confidence. No matter what the origin of this kid, his cultivation was within the range of foundation establishment, and it was impossible to stop the combined attack of the three of them.

"The dignity of the six blessed lands cannot be challenged by anyone..."

bang...

The entire palace collapsed and collapsed under the terrifying pressure of spiritual power, spraying waves of smoke and dust, and three figures stood in the air, surrounding the figure below in the center.

clang clang ~
The magic weapon suppressed and killed, terrifying loud noises continued to come from the smoke and dust, and dazzling ripples continued to erupt, as if the sharp weapons of magic weapons were colliding violently.

"how come?"

The expressions of the three Lingcanshan Foundation Establishment cultivators all changed slightly. Can this guy block their attacks?

The magical artifacts in their hands are all specially given by the sect for this expedition. They can explode with power far exceeding that of magical artifacts of the same level, and they will be damaged by one point every time they are used. It is more than a small realm to forcibly raise the combat power of the foundation-building monks. With the combined efforts of the three, even the monks who have completed the foundation-building have to avoid the peak temporarily. How can anyone dare to fight it?

"Could it be some rival sect, send someone to attack me, Lingcanshan, could it be that he also possesses some kind of powerful magic weapon..."

The three of them looked at each other, their gazes were slightly lowered, realizing that this opponent was a little abnormal, and they no longer dared to hide anything, spiritual power was poured into the magical artifacts like crazy, and the three magical artifacts erupted with an incomparably dazzling brilliance , like three small suns, suppressing and killing the enemies below.

On the other side, Wei Shouguang had already fled to the distance in a frenzy, and watched this scene in horror: "This brother Zhang Shan, what is the origin..."

The rest of the casual cultivators and warriors were stunned to see the sudden outbreak of battle. How could they start a fight without saying a word? Aren’t those adults from Lingcan Mountain? Who is so daring to provoke such a person?

"Hahaha, what a blissful place... that's all!"

In the ruins of the collapsed palace, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

A figure suddenly jumped up, punched a golden stove, and flew it upside down, the flames overflowed from the stove, and sprinkled all over the ground, as if vomited by a punch ...

clang~
clang~
Another two punches in a row, terrifying blood-colored ripples erupted, smashing a glazed mirror and a purple jade seal and flying them out.

bang...

The Purple Jade Seal wailed and cracked, and hit the foundation-builder cultivator of Lingcan Mountain who was urging it, shattering his arms, and then forcibly embedded in his chest, sending it flying upside down dozens of times Mi, the seven orifices are bleeding...

"He, is he carrying these three magic weapons with his body?"

The other two didn't care about their companion's injuries at all, but looked at Jiang Ming who swung his fists and smashed the three magic weapons away, with extremely horrified expressions.

"This is a monster that first established the foundation of martial arts..." A monk frantically took the glazed mirror back into his hand and shouted in shock.

Only by building a foundation in martial arts first can one have such a terrifying physical body.

boom!
Without looking at him, Jiang Ming exploded with blood under his feet, borrowing force suddenly, his figure came out like lightning, and landed in front of him, pressing down with a palm.

boom……

Even though the cultivator sacrificed the glazed mirror to resist, he was still slapped into the masonry ruins with a palm, with wounds all over his body bursting and blood rushing...

"Only you are left!" Jiang Ming looked at the last person, and walked towards him step by step, the blood under his feet loomed in the void, like a lotus growing at the same time.

Wei Shouguang was dazzled by the sight, and murmured excitedly: "Warrior, this is the real warrior..."

Some other aborigines in Xuanguang City also trembled when they saw this scene, and their breathing became a little short.

These aborigines, immortality cannot cultivate immortality, the only hope is the road of warriors, but this road is extremely difficult, even breaking through to the top requires a lot of energy and time.

And in the common cognition of everyone, if there is no road of cultivating immortals as a guide, it is impossible to build a foundation in martial arts in this era. Perhaps only in the era when the Black Stone Ruins were once brilliant, could such a kind of magic be born. evildoer.

Who would have imagined that such a peerless genius would actually appear today...

"Boldly... stop!"

The middle-aged man lying on the bamboo chair finally couldn't help it anymore, his figure blurred, and suddenly appeared opposite Jiang Ming, looking at Jiang Ming with an extremely ugly face: "Let's stop here... It was a misunderstanding earlier, please Fellow Daoists, for the sake of my Lingcan Mountain, everyone should take a step back, so how about letting this go?"

"Elder Fengming, be careful, this person is not normal!" The early stage foundation cultivator behind him reminded fearfully as he looked at the golden stove in his hand with more than a dozen fist marks and finger marks on it.

"Wise men cooperate, fools fight to the death...Fellow Daoist, I believe that neither you nor I are fools!" Wu Fengming, the leader of Lingcan Mountain and a perfect foundation monk, laughed.

"When you attacked just now, you looked like you were going to beat me to death, but now you can't beat me... just come to the set of 'wise men cooperate, fools fight to death'?"

Jiang Ming's eyes were strange, and he said with a half-smile: "Before you grabbed us from the ruins and boarded the boat without saying a word, and when you encountered danger along the way, you threw a group of people as cannon fodder to attract attention and die... Now you even apologized I don't even want to say anything, I just want to expose this matter with an empty misunderstanding..."

"Do you think this is playing house?" Jiang Ming said at the end, his voice was a little cold.

A trace of sullen anger flashed in Wu Fengming's eyes, but he forcibly suppressed it, suppressing the anger and said hoarsely: "Then what do you want?"

"It's very simple. Among the scriptures I collected, there is a small spell. I wonder if you have heard of it?" Jiang Ming showed a gentle smile: "The name of this small spell is the soul-seeding technique..."

"Impossible...you are deceiving people too much!"

As soon as Wu Fengming heard this name, he almost ran away immediately, his whole body surged wildly, and his eyes fixed on Jiang Ming: "If you dare to say this technique again, I can only fight to the death and kill you here... ..."

"Fellow Daoist, please be careful with your words!"

Wu Fengming held the long sword tightly in his hand, as if he would strike if he disagreed with one word.

The other monks at Lingcan Mountain also changed their expressions drastically, staring at Jiang Ming in shock and anger: "Don't go too far, my Lingcan Mountain is not a soft persimmon that you can knead at will, you are trying to lure yourself Come and kill yourself!"

Those four young disciples were so angry that they wanted to rush up to fight Jiang Ming.

Soul planting is not a clever secret technique, but few people dare to use it openly, because this kind of spell is extremely cruel, the caster can plant a soul into the soul of the caster, completely Monitor every move of the caster.

The soul is the most mysterious and fragile part of a monk. After being implanted with the soul, as long as the caster moves his mind, he can directly destroy the soul of the caster and turn him into a fool on the spot...

This kind of magic can only be cast on some lowly servants. They, the arrogances of Lingcan Mountain, have always been aloof. They want to cast the soul-seeding spell on others. When will anyone dare to treat them like this?

"Fellow Daoist, please change another condition. No matter what magic weapon or secret technique you need, as long as I have something, I can take it out!"

Wu Fengming said in a deep voice: "If you and I both lose, you will lose more than you gain, fellow Daoist, and the situation doesn't have to develop in that direction..."

As he spoke, his eyes were extremely calm, and he decided that the kind of soul art Zhang Shan mentioned just now must have opened his mouth to the lion, and the rest was nothing more than a bargain.

He has seen this kind of scene a lot, and he came here to explore for some profit, who would fight to the death for no reason, that is the most stupid thing...

However, including Wu Fengming, these monks at Lingcan Mountain naturally don't know, maybe everyone in this world cherishes life...but there is only one person who puts life and death aside, who happens to be standing in front of them.

"Sometimes, profit is not the most important thing... People live in the world, and what they fight for is one breath!"

Jiang Ming's face was full of righteousness, and he sneered and said, "If you want to fight, then you must fight, why bother mother-in-law...even if you die today, I will say this. If you don't agree to the soul technique, then you all go to die." !"

boom……

All his blood energy erupted, and the blood rippled like crimson flames, rising around his body surface.

The next moment, Jiang Ming charged out with the Chili Sword in his hand, and streaks of blood-colored sword light surged towards Wu Fengming like waves.

"Madman..." Wu Fengming saw himself talking for a long time, but this kid was desperate to fight, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and quickly raised his sword to parry.

Boom boom boom!
The terrifying battle started, and the swords collided... Like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, several layers of surrounding vegetation, trees, rocks and rocks were immediately plowed away. The terrifying aftermath made some casual cultivators who were closer to each other cough up blood...

puff……

However, within a dozen or so moves, Jiang Ming's Chili Sword suddenly cut across Wu Fengming's shoulder in a strange arc, bringing up a bunch of blood.

The terrifying sword energy erupted, causing Wu Fengming's shoulder to explode, a piece of blood and flesh was mutilated, and all the stubble was exposed...

"Damn..." Wu Fengming's face became paler and paler. He was seriously injured, but now he met such a guy with a body like a monster, and he was almost overwhelmed.

boom!
Jiang Ming kicked out, and Wu Fengming's body was hit with a terrifying force weighing more than [-] jun. It immediately broke his bones and tendons, and flew hundreds of meters horizontally, smashing into a piece of ruins in the distance.

swoosh~
Jiang Ming's figure kept moving, he rushed out like lightning, chasing after him...

"Even Elder Wu can't beat him?" The other Lingcanshan monks all looked at this scene with pale faces.

"If Elder Wu hadn't been injured, how could this kid be allowed to act violently?" a Foundation Establishment cultivator said unwillingly.

"Don't get yourself in trouble. The background of my Lingcan Mountain does not allow a kid who is killed casually to be presumptuous. Elder Wu still has a trump card in his hand. That Zhang Shan can't turn the sky..."

……

In the ruins in the distance.

"Since that's the case, don't force me to use the ultimate move!"

Wu Fengming struggled to get up, a ruthless determination flashed in his eyes, even those cultivators in the early stage of foundation establishment had treasures from the sect, how could he not?
He flipped his wrist, and a small silver sword appeared in the palm of his hand. A talisman was attached to the sword body. Wisps of electric light diffused from the small sword, which seemed to contain incomparably terrifying power.

wow~
Wu Fengming untied the talisman, and a terrifying electric light immediately filled the surrounding void, within a radius of more than ten meters, the ground was scorched black.

"go with!"

Wu Fengming's palm was also scorched black by the electric light. Enduring the severe pain, he threw the small silver sword violently.

boom……

However, the small silver sword long in the palm of his hand exploded into the sky with an incomparably bright sword light, like thousands of electric lights gathering, and slashed at the rushing Jiang Ming.

"Huh? This breath... Dan formation?"

Jiang Ming's eyes changed slightly, and from the small sword, he felt an aura that did not belong to the establishment of the foundation, and locked him firmly, even if he moved around, he would be cut by the small sword.

For any foundation-building cultivator, facing this sword might have to die...

"As expected of the six blessed lands, an expedition team randomly sent out has such a treasure..."

Jiang Ming sighed in his heart, but he didn't panic too much. Although the little sword erupted with an aura that surpassed the establishment of the foundation, it was just a dead thing after all...

"Since I came out of the mortal world, I have never used this technique to deal with the enemy... let's try it today!"

Jiang Ming whispered in his heart, the strongest technique he has mastered has been used on himself, but no enemy has been able to force him to use it...

"Six Seals of the Forbidden Spirit!"

(End of this chapter)