Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 670: Death and Escape (Please subscribe, please collect)
It was obvious that this middle-stage Jindan monk, who had been aggressive from the beginning of the battle and used various offensive methods in an endless stream and went all out, also had other negative effects due to excessive consumption of mana, and his combat effectiveness was less than [-] to [-]% of his usual level.

This sudden change was a completely different feeling for the two monks, and their joy and sorrow did not come from the same source.

Changes in the battle situation during the battle usually occur under such circumstances. As a qualified and experienced monk, naturally he will not waste it in vain.

Although almost all the magic weapons have been sacrificed, he still has not stopped at all. Under the protection of the magic light shield, his body turned into a stream of light, and he actually chose the most basic physical combat as the last option.

Under a layer of fiery red mana, Sun Mingsheng's fists struck fiercely on different positions of his opponent. This method, which was like a street gang fight, seemed to have not appeared in this mid-stage Jindan opponent for a long time. In front of him, a combination of punches came down and blinded him directly.

From the moment Sun Mingsheng embarked on the path of spiritual practice, his main focus was on spiritual practice, but he never relaxed in the sacrifice of his physical body.

Therefore, as his cultivation level increases, his physical body will naturally not be comparable to monster beasts that specialize in physical cultivation or have thick skin and flesh, but it is far superior to monks of the same level.

Therefore, with this special fighting method, one can quickly gain the initiative in the battle, and each punch can make the opponent fall into a dizzy state.

And with the buffer of time bought by the last blow, the broad-bladed sword magic weapon came back in time. A huge head turned around, completely lifeless and fell to death in this spiritual plant garden, becoming one of the dead souls and bones. .

"Black striped ant, go"

Another monk who was fighting with Sun Mingzeng was in a state of shock after seeing this scene. He decisively chose to evacuate and disappeared without a trace in a stream of light.

Sun Mingsheng only had time to drive the black-striped ants to catch up, but when these little guys faced a middle-stage Jindan monk who was determined to escape, they were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of speed.

"Ahem, the gap in strength cannot be balanced just by relying on some injuries of the opponent. After this battle is over, I must retreat as soon as possible and improve my cultivation to the middle stage of Golden Core."

Sun Mingzeng's performance in this battle was unsatisfactory. He was quite embarrassed under the suppression of his opponent and could not even intercept in the final stage.

"Brother, your cultivation focuses on solid foundation. You have excellent cultivation qualifications. Your potential in the future is far greater than that of my younger brother. Training in this battle will also be beneficial to the improvement of your cultivation in the future."

Sun Mingsheng said sincerely that compared to the two, they are obviously better in terms of patience and other aspects. The victory or defeat based on the cultivation level alone will not have a decisive impact on the future.

What's more, Sun Mingzeng is also a monk with dual spiritual roots. His mere advantage in qualifications can even out the not too obvious gap in cultivation level between the two within a certain period of time.

"In the early to middle stages of the Golden elixir, I don't have enough confidence as a brother. When my cultivation reaches the level of you and me, the role that spiritual root qualifications can play has become increasingly scarce."

Sun Mingzeng is not humble, he is facing a real, bloody and cruel reality.

Of course, this sad mood did not last long, and the two people's eyes quickly shifted to the current spiritual plant garden and the corpses of the fallen monks.

A man is not rich without windfall, and a horse is not fat without night grass. The trophies carried on the body of a middle-stage golden elixir monk are a great supplement to them.

Not to mention other spiritual objects, just a third-level mid-grade demon-suppressing treasure staff is worth a lot of money. Whether it is for personal use or in exchange for spiritual objects needed for one's own practice, it is the most popular hard currency.

In addition, as his cultivation level increases, Sun Mingsheng also needs to plan in advance to exchange for a new level of magic weapon that is suitable for him.

This demon-suppressing staff has no obvious attributes. Sun Mingsheng can also use it to fight against enemies, replacing the broad-bladed sword that has become increasingly powerless in battle as the most commonly used combat method.

As for the Nanshan seal grade, although it is slightly inferior, it is superior in power and can still play an important role in future practice. If suitable spiritual materials are found in the future, it can be used to upgrade to the third grade mid-grade.

"A dignified mid-level golden elixir monk turned out to be a poor man. In addition to one magic weapon, he only has two bottles of third-level low-grade soul-replenishing elixir."

Looking at the pitiful two jade vases in his hands, Sun Mingsheng showed typical dissatisfaction on his face, and all his enthusiasm dissipated. As for maintaining his spiritual practice in the next few years, it became a luxury hope.

"Soul-replenishing elixir and soul-replenishing fruit. These two middle-stage golden elixir monks have been suffering from soul injuries for a long time. Most of their wealth has probably been consumed on this."

"If they were not forced to do so, these two middle-stage Jindan monks would not take the risk to come here."

Sun Mingzeng seemed to understand the situation in front of him, but his twinkling eyes clearly showed the plan in his heart.

"Two middle-stage Jindan monks attacked. Two brothers from my Sun family resisted desperately and killed one of them. However, their strength was limited and they were outnumbered. They only kept two spiritual fruits safe."

In the midst of Sun Mingzeng's words, a third-level low-grade spiritual plant had disappeared openly and became the possession of the two of them, becoming the most solid foundation of the Sun family.

"You should still seek help from the Beast Control Sect as soon as possible."

Sun Mingsheng's eyes lit up when he heard this. There was a tacit understanding of the division of labor and cooperation. At the same time as he presented a spiritual talisman for help, another person had already appeared in front of the soul-replenishing fruit spiritual plant and took out a specially used to transplant the spiritual plant. A shovel-like spiritual weapon that digs very hard.

This matter must be completed in the shortest possible time, and the survival rate of spiritual plants must be maintained, otherwise the real gain outweighs the loss.

Compared to Sun Mingsheng who focused all his energy on his own cultivation, Sun Mingzeng was well-read and more proficient in all aspects of skills.

In less than half an hour, the support of two Golden Core monks from the Beast Control Sect had arrived. Looking at the two Golden Core monks of the Sun family who were sweating profusely, as well as a dead mid-Gold Core monk and a missing one. A third-order low-grade spiritual plant showed a complicated expression.

As a monk, he also had some understanding of the ins and outs of the seemingly messy but regular scene in front of him.

When the corpse of a middle-stage Jindan cultivator from the Hundred Medicine Valley was placed in front of us, everything else was just a flaw.

"You two fellow Taoists need to be careful in the future. If there is an intruder, notify the sect as soon as possible to ensure the safety of this spiritual plant garden."

The leader, a middle-stage Jindan monk, said with a complex expression, but was not too harsh.It was obvious that this middle-stage Jindan monk, who had been aggressive from the beginning of the battle and used various offensive methods in an endless stream and went all out, also had other negative effects due to excessive consumption of mana, and his combat effectiveness was less than [-] to [-]% of his usual level.

This sudden change was a completely different feeling for the two monks, and their joy and sorrow did not come from the same source.Changes in the battle situation during the battle usually occur under such circumstances. As a qualified and experienced monk, naturally he will not waste it in vain.

Although almost all the magic weapons have been sacrificed, he still has not stopped at all. Under the protection of the magic light shield, his body turned into a stream of light, and he actually chose the most basic physical combat as the last option.

Under a layer of fiery red mana, Sun Mingsheng's fists struck fiercely on different positions of his opponent. This method, which was like a street gang fight, seemed to have not appeared in this mid-stage Jindan opponent for a long time. In front of him, a combination of punches came down and blinded him directly.

From the moment Sun Mingsheng embarked on the path of spiritual practice, his main focus was on spiritual practice, but he never relaxed in the sacrifice of his physical body.

Therefore, as his cultivation level increases, his physical body will naturally not be comparable to monster beasts that specialize in physical cultivation or have thick skin and flesh, but it is far superior to monks of the same level.

Therefore, with this special fighting method, one can quickly gain the initiative in the battle, and each punch can make the opponent fall into a dizzy state.

And with the buffer of time bought by the last blow, the broad-bladed sword magic weapon came back in time. A huge head turned around, completely lifeless and fell to death in this spiritual plant garden, becoming one of the dead souls and bones. .

"Black striped ant, go"

Another monk who was fighting with Sun Mingzeng was in a state of shock after seeing this scene. He decisively chose to evacuate and disappeared without a trace in a stream of light.

Sun Mingsheng only had time to drive the black-striped ants to catch up, but when these little guys faced a middle-stage Jindan monk who was determined to escape, they were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of speed.

"Ahem, the gap in strength cannot be balanced just by relying on some injuries of the opponent. After this battle is over, I must retreat as soon as possible and improve my cultivation to the middle stage of Golden Core."

Sun Mingzeng's performance in this battle was unsatisfactory. He was quite embarrassed under the suppression of his opponent and could not even intercept in the final stage.

"Brother, your cultivation focuses on solid foundation. You have excellent cultivation qualifications. Your potential in the future is far greater than that of my younger brother. Training in this battle will also be beneficial to the improvement of your cultivation in the future."

Sun Mingsheng said sincerely that compared to the two, they are obviously better in terms of patience and other aspects. The victory or defeat based on the cultivation level alone will not have a decisive impact on the future.

What's more, Sun Mingzeng is also a monk with dual spiritual roots. His mere advantage in qualifications can even out the not too obvious gap in cultivation level between the two within a certain period of time.

"In the early to middle stages of the Golden elixir, I don't have enough confidence as a brother. When my cultivation reaches the level of you and me, the role that spiritual root qualifications can play has become increasingly scarce."

Sun Mingzeng is not humble, he is facing a real, bloody and cruel reality.

Of course, this sad mood did not last long, and the two people's eyes quickly shifted to the current spiritual plant garden and the corpses of the fallen monks.

A man is not rich without windfall, and a horse is not fat without night grass. The trophies carried on the body of a middle-stage golden elixir monk are a great supplement to them.

Not to mention other spiritual objects, just a third-level mid-grade demon-suppressing treasure staff is worth a lot of money. Whether it is for personal use or in exchange for spiritual objects needed for one's own practice, it is the most popular hard currency.

In addition, as his cultivation level increases, Sun Mingsheng also needs to plan in advance to exchange for a new level of magic weapon that is suitable for him.

This demon-suppressing staff has no obvious attributes. Sun Mingsheng can also use it to fight against enemies, replacing the broad-bladed sword that has become increasingly powerless in battle as the most commonly used combat method.

As for the Nanshan seal grade, although it is slightly inferior, it is superior in power and can still play an important role in future practice. If suitable spiritual materials are found in the future, it can be used to upgrade to the third grade mid-grade.

"A dignified mid-level golden elixir monk turned out to be a poor man. In addition to one magic weapon, he only has two bottles of third-level low-grade soul-replenishing elixir."

Looking at the pitiful two jade vases in his hands, Sun Mingsheng showed typical dissatisfaction on his face, and all his enthusiasm dissipated. As for maintaining his spiritual practice in the next few years, it became a luxury hope.

"Soul-replenishing elixir and soul-replenishing fruit. These two middle-stage golden elixir monks have been suffering from soul injuries for a long time. Most of their wealth has probably been consumed on this."

"If they were not forced to do so, these two middle-stage Jindan monks would not take the risk to come here."

Sun Mingzeng seemed to understand the situation in front of him, but his twinkling eyes clearly showed the plan in his heart.

"Two middle-stage Jindan monks attacked. Two brothers from my Sun family resisted desperately and killed one of them. However, their strength was limited and they were outnumbered. They only kept two spiritual fruits safe."

In the midst of Sun Mingzeng's words, a third-level low-grade spiritual plant had disappeared openly and became the possession of the two of them, becoming the most solid foundation of the Sun family.

"You should still seek help from the Beast Control Sect as soon as possible."

Sun Mingsheng's eyes lit up when he heard this. There was a tacit understanding of the division of labor and cooperation. At the same time as he presented a spiritual talisman for help, another person had already appeared in front of the soul-replenishing fruit spiritual plant and took out a specially used to transplant the spiritual plant. A shovel-like spiritual weapon that digs very hard.

This matter must be completed in the shortest possible time, and the survival rate of spiritual plants must be maintained, otherwise the real gain outweighs the loss.

Compared to Sun Mingsheng who focused all his energy on his own cultivation, Sun Mingzeng was well-read and more proficient in all aspects of skills.

In less than half an hour, the support of two Golden Core monks from the Beast Control Sect had arrived. Looking at the two Golden Core monks of the Sun family who were sweating profusely, as well as a dead mid-Gold Core monk and a missing one. A third-order low-grade spiritual plant showed a complicated expression.

As a monk, he also had some understanding of the ins and outs of the seemingly messy but regular scene in front of him.

When the corpse of a middle-stage Jindan cultivator from the Hundred Medicine Valley was placed in front of us, everything else was just a flaw.

"You two fellow Taoists need to be careful in the future. If there is an intruder, notify the sect as soon as possible to ensure the safety of this spiritual plant garden."

The leader, a middle-stage Jindan monk, said with a complex expression, but was not too harsh.

(End of this chapter)