Gou Cultivates Immortals at the Chaotic World of Demons and Martial Arts

Chapter 256 The Battle of Core Formation (for Subscription)

"Fellow Daoist Zhan, walk slowly..."

Fang Xi watched Zhantu leave.

Although he expressed his reluctance to give up the 'Zongdi Jinguang Baofu', this person still did not let go in the end.

"That's right, be cautious enough, so that you can go far in the world of cultivating immortals..."

He graded the exhibition picture lightly.

As for this person's roots, I also felt a little bit: "If you lose your horse, you will know it is not a blessing; if you win your horse, you will know it is a disaster..."

……

Tai Shuhong's success in building a foundation by himself is naturally breaking news for many monks in Longyu Island.

The monks from the upper three families smiled happily, while the people from the Zhong family remained silent, with some slander in their hearts.

Seeing that the battle for the successor of Longyu Island is about to surface, Fang Xi watched the excitement and did not mind the trouble, and the earth came out to add fuel to the fire, announcing that the "black wind evil spirit" produced more than ten years later would be held once again. The Treasure Hunting Conference' determines the ownership, as long as the Qi Refining monks who have lived in Longyu Island for ten years can participate.

As a result, almost the entire Wandao Lake became a sensation, and a large number of qi refining masters gathered on Longyu Island, all gearing up to win the Treasure Hunting Conference and win the Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Xi raised the rental price of Longyu Island's cave mansion by several tenths in one breath, as if he had earned two or three foundation-building spiritual objects...

In this way, it really doesn't hurt at all.

……

Five years flew by.

During this period, several battles broke out between the Cyanwood Sect and the Xuantian Sect, and the monks on both sides suffered extremely heavy casualties.

He didn't even pretend to be Zhantu anymore. In a transaction, he directly took out a copy of his experience in forming alchemy in private, and exchanged it for a 'Zongdi Jinguangbao Talisman' to Fang Xi!
From this it can be seen that this person's situation must have encountered life-and-death crises several times, otherwise it would never have been like this.

And according to what the other party said, the ancestor of the Cyanwood Sect's Dandan "Qing Laogui" secretly left the monk barracks outside Bai Zexian City for a while, sneaked into the Yue Kingdom, and specifically picked out the high-ranking monks of the Xuantian Sect.

It made everyone in Xuantianzong feel in danger.

After Old Ancestor Zhang knew about it, he had to fight every day with the young and old ghosts. Although he was at a disadvantage every time, he could at least hold the young and old ghosts back.

It's just... As time passed bit by bit, the third-tier protective formation of Bai Ze Xiancheng gradually became dilapidated after all.

Historically, the worst strategy for attacking formations is to spend years and months besieging them, consuming the energy and spiritual power of the earth veins, reducing the power of the formations, and then looking for opportunities to break them!
The war between the two sides has been going on for nearly ten years, and the third-order spiritual veins inside Bai Ze Xiancheng are somewhat unable to make ends meet. Recently, they can only fill the gap with a large number of spiritual stones.

However, the damaged qi of the earth veins can't make up for it no matter what.

With the gradual destruction of the Tier [-] formation, the battle of the Cyanwood Sect's invasion of the Yue Kingdom has finally come to an end...

……

Bai Ze Xiancheng!

"attack!"

Accompanied by loud roars, dozens of monks outside the city phalanx recited mantras in unison, gathering mana in one place.

In the void, a large amount of wood attribute spiritual power gathered and turned into thick logs tens of feet long, smashing hard on the city wall of Baize Immortal City.

After another round of impact, the light curtain that originally enveloped Bai Ze Xiancheng became precarious.

"In the last round, the Boundless Fallen Trees explode!"

From the monk camp, flew out an old man wearing a green robe, his face was extremely ordinary, but there was an incomparably frightening wave of mana coming from his body, it was the ancestor of the Cyanwood Sect's Alchemy Formation——Qing Laogui!

Thick logs kept colliding with the third-order formation of Bai Ze Xiancheng.

In the end, the mask guarding the entire city let out a mournful cry, and finally shattered inch by inch.

After several years of grinding and besieging...

The third-order large formation... was broken!
The old ghost turned into a stream of light, stood on the top of Baize Immortal City, and his voice spread throughout the entire Immortal City: "Zhang Zhusheng... come out!"

Stab it!

In a flash of lightning, Zhang Zhusheng in a purple spiritual robe appeared in midair, facing the old ghost from afar.

"Today's game, after all, I, the Aoki Sect, won..."

The old ghost stroked his beard contentedly: "Why do you have to resist?"

"Where the sect is, we have to fight!"

Zhang Zhusheng's eyes turned purple, with thunder flashing in them: "Young old ghost... Do you think that you can easily take down this old man if you break through to the middle stage of alchemy?"

"The previous few fights were just because you had a Tier [-] large formation as your rear, and it would be convenient for you to escape back to the large formation if you encountered difficulties. The old man wants to see, what do you have to rely on now?"

The old ghost chuckled, and an ordinary short wooden stick appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhusheng's face immediately became extremely solemn.

That seemingly unremarkable wooden stick is the natal magic weapon of the young old ghost. It has been cultivated by him for many years with the golden core and true essence, and its power is incomparably powerful. It has made him suffer several times before.

"drink!"

Patriarch Zhang let out a furious clenching with both hands, and a layer of purple lightning flashed armor appeared on his body.

In the surrounding void, purple thunder and lightning were faintly generated, constantly ejecting sparks outward.

"Purple Thunder Armor? It's a pity that although this magic weapon ranks at the top level, it has been trained too short by the golden core and true essence... Although the magic weapons of my generation of monks are divided into grades, how powerful it is depends on The length of training years..."

The old and young ghost chuckled and threw out the short wooden stick.

The wooden stick erupted with astonishing aura in mid-air, and cyan runes appeared one after another on it, flickering continuously.

And then... One turns into two, two turns into four, four turns into eight, eight turns into sixteen...

In the blink of an eye, blue shadows of short sticks were all over the nearby void.

"Go!"

As soon as the old ghost pointed at Zhang Zhusheng, countless green shadows kept smashing towards Old Ancestor Zhang with terrifying force.

Boom!

Zhang Zhusheng made a tactic with both hands, thick purple thunderbolts continuously erupted from the thunder armor, and wiped out the phantoms of short sticks, but there were too many, forcing the purple thunderbolts to retreat continuously.

"Little Zhang, the Jiang old ghost of the Ni family has never taught you that the magic weapon is tied to the power of the alchemy monk. Is it better to choose the attacking type?"

When the old ghost saw this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Even if the defense is extremely strong, what's the use of turning yourself into a turtle?"

Tweet!
At this moment, from the green shadow of the wooden stick, a group of red and yellow flames burst out suddenly.

An extremely dazzling ring turned around, and a large number of Nanming Suzaku flames emerged from it, faintly forming the image of a magnificent bird with flaming wings, and with a single pounce, it fell into countless short sticks .

The blue shadows all over the sky retracted, revealing the body of the short staff magic weapon.

The Suzaku phantom was not afraid at all, and directly rushed forward.

Firewood!
"Suzaku ring? You actually refined this treasure..."

The young and old ghost's face became green, as if recalling some unbearable past events.

"Thanks to the kindness of Old Ancestor Jiang, he gave me a magic weapon. I naturally know that magic weapons usually choose attacking weapons...but since I have the Suzaku Ring, I must sacrifice a defensive magic weapon!"

Zhang Zhusheng's mana surged and poured into Suzaku's ring.

Although this ring is the natal magic weapon of other monks, and he has refined the talisman, which has lost a lot of power, but in his hands, it is still extremely sharp.

Even though the previous fights were extremely dangerous, Patriarch Zhang didn't release this ring, just to catch him by surprise!
"Nanming Suzaku, burn the sky, go!"

Zhang Zhusheng pointed at the old ghost, Suzaku turned around the magic weapon, the huge fire bird Suzaku's supernatural power exploded, and even wrapped the old ghost in it, as if wanting to burn him to death with real fire!

"Hmph, do you think you are Old Ghost Jiang?"

A blue light flickered on the face of the old ghost, and he opened his mouth to spit out. In the burst of blue light, a blue bead-shaped magic weapon emerged.

The alchemy cultivator can sacrifice at most one or two natal magic weapons, but there is no problem in using other third-order magic weapons, but the power will be reduced.

"This 'Ice Sea Pearl' was specially found by the old man to deal with Old Ghost Jiang. Now that Old Ghost Jiang is dead, you are out of luck!"

When the blue bead turned around, a series of azure water streams were formed out of thin air, carrying a biting chill, which even managed to resist Nanming Suzaku Huo.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the mana of the young and old ghost in the mid-stage of alchemy poured into the short wooden stick crazily, and hit Old Ancestor Zhang with one stick.

A mysterious look flashed across Zhang Zhusheng's face, but he didn't dodge or dodge, his hands were covered with thunder armor, he grabbed the body of the short wooden stick magic weapon, and roared: "Don't do it yet?!"

"Um?!"

The ghosts of the young and old ghosts were dying, and when they felt that something was wrong, a dragon chant suddenly sounded in their ears!

raging!

Fire dragons soared into the sky, their momentum was extremely astonishing, carrying the terrifying spiritual power of alchemy series, they bombarded heavily on the water curtain of the 'Ice Sea Pearl'.

hoohoo!

Amidst the sound of the dragon's chant, the water curtain shattered, and the fire dragon and Suzaku jumped on the old ghost one after the other.

Boom!

A glaring huge fireball erupted from mid-air. Even though the astonishing power had been weakened layer by layer, it easily swept across the Baize Immortal City below, cutting off most of the buildings by one layer!
"You boy, it's you!?"

In a flash of blue light, the figure of the old ghost appeared on the top of a huge tree on the ground, but his beard and hair were scorched black, his clothes were burned to tatters, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

However, the person stared at by his suspicious eyes was extremely young. It was a purple-robed cultivator with sword eyebrows and star eyes. There were nine fire dragons circling around him, exuding scorching fire power.

This person's name is 'You Kun', and he is the current Supreme Elder of Yiling Valley!
For some reason, Yiling Valley, who has always been neutral, would get involved in this matter.

"Haha... Naturally, Yiling Valley has already secretly formed an alliance with Xuantianzong. Today, the two of us will join forces and kill you here."

In order to hold back the young and old ghost, Zhang Zhusheng forcibly took the blow from his talisman, half of his thunder armor was shattered, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was extremely happy.

It was as if all the humiliation of these years had finally been avenged!
Hearing this sentence, the old ghost's expression was very strange: "Yilingu... you are not... not good!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword light appeared in the void, it wandered erratically, without shadow or form, just a slash, it exploded with astonishing power, and chopped off the head of Zhang Zhusheng Zhang Patriarch!
(End of this chapter)