Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Zhou Li performed a few cat dances in the mountains.

An extremely niche, difficult to understand, and overly abstract dance.

The purpose of this dance is neither to defeat the enemy nor to add a buff like the bard. Its purpose is very simple, that is, to anger everyone by dancing with a spear on the face.

Then he was hunted down.

In the Test of Strength Mountain, everyone will be suppressed by an invisible force, which is equivalent to carrying an extremely heavy object on the body, and every part of the body is suppressed. It is difficult to raise your hands and feet.

But even in the midst of these difficulties, Zhou Li relied on his strong willpower, indomitable spirit and the ability of the chicken spell to control gravity to overcome the difficulties, and began to dance the Eight Spear Dance in front of those cultivators who could not run.

It's ironic, extremely ironic.

Especially, Zhou Li really had a cat on his head.

Xu Xuansheng squatted helplessly on Zhou Li's head, looking at a group of cultivators who were panting but with red eyes, with only one beautiful word in his mind.

Zhou Li, I *you*.

Xu Xuan didn't quite understand. Wasn't it agreed that she would help Zhou Li escape the pursuit of the old Taoist priest and others? How did she become a mockery in front of everyone? Isn't this just like an old man hanging himself in the toilet, looking for death? The old Taoist priest and his men were enough for Zhou Li to bear, and now he had to add a group of monks with full hatred. Even if Xu Xuan lent all the remaining lives to Zhou Li, it would not be enough for him.

If you want to commit suicide, can you please not take me with you?

Zhou Li certainly had his reasons for doing this.

for example···
"This boy."

The old Taoist priest smiled helplessly and shook his head. Beside him were several young people who had the courage to face him, but now they had fallen to the ground.

"These guys are pretty good. They dare to face me directly. They are ambitious."

Glancing at the people collapsed on the ground, the old Taoist priest sighed.

Zhuge Qing on the side twitched his mouth.

Do they know how to stand up to you?

Isn't it that Chunchun was caught by you because she ran slowly?
The two looked at the three-way intersection in front of them, with a hint of helplessness and appreciation in their eyes.

Now there is Zhou Li's shadow at every fork in the road ahead, whether it is real or fake, there are many cultivators following Zhou Li. The old master can naturally rush forward and kill Zhou Li with a powerful blow, but that is too deliberate and unreasonable.

You can't say that Zhou Li also blew up the toilet in Tianshi Mansion, otherwise why did you chase Zhou Li instead of anyone else?
"Your apprentice is very smart."

The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "It is a good way to protect yourself by trying to get out of trouble. Not bad, not bad."

"But he still didn't plan to face us."

Zhuge Qing sighed with some regret, and then said: "Master, you go to the Strength Test Mountain, and I will go to the Perception Mountain. The Immortal has already gone to the Body Forging Mountain. Let's split up and go catch Zhou Li."

"He is your apprentice."

The old Taoist priest put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile, "Do you really want to eliminate him from the first round?"

"Eliminated?"

Zhuge Qing raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "I'm just respecting him."

"My beloved disciple has gone to so much trouble to arrange so many things. If we don't give it our all, wouldn't we be letting him down?" Standing side by side with Tang Wan at the foot of the mountain, watching the many cultivators who were ready to start hunting pass by them, the two looked at each other and a wild laugh appeared on their faces.

The effect of the snake spell is to conceal vitality and eliminate existence, which allows Zhou Li and Tang Wan to watch these people leave without anyone being able to discover them.

This has led to the fact that most people are now in the Body Forging Mountain.

Han Shang held the double blades and walked cautiously in the forest. Unlike the other two mountains, the Body Forging Mountain did not have negative effects all the time. Instead, it would occasionally come with some strange things to beat the body. If you couldn't bear it, you would be eliminated directly.

Just now, Han Shang was elbowed by a flying potato plant, and almost elbowed out the mashed potatoes he had eaten yesterday. Then he was swallowed by a strange flower with a huge mouthparts, and was only a few minutes away from being digested. If he hadn't been ready to defecate into the mouth of this big-mouthed flower, he would have become fertilizer.

Han Shang didn't understand why the flowers and plants in Longhu Mountain were more terrifying than each other, and there was even a sleeping mushroom that contained extremely terrifying power. If it weren't for the Feiyan magic skill he practiced that allowed him to avoid it, Han Shang felt that he would not be just bruised and purple now, but would probably be bruised all over.

Hiding in a bush, Han Shang, who was forced to separate from his teammates, gasped for breath. He looked around vigilantly, sat down on the ground, and sighed deeply.

This was only the first level, and I almost died here. Perhaps... I was really not suited to cultivating immortals.

Scratching his head, Han Shang began to consider whether to activate the talisman in his body.

At this moment, a dagger was silently pressed against his waist. Han Shang's hair stood up and he froze in place.

"do not move."

The next second, Han Shang's body was filled with a cold burning sensation. His body was like being frozen in a flame, burning all over, and unable to move.

The man slid slowly to Han Shang's side like a snake, stretched out his hand, and gently placed it on Han Shang's face. When the faceless, empty face appeared in front of Han Shang, Han Shang was desperate.

Painted Skin Religion.

Han Shang felt that he should be eaten and digested by the Big Mouth Flower. In this way, he would not die at the hands of those crazy people in the Painted Skin Sect, and his face would not be taken away by them.

Han Shang knew that the Painted Skin Cult must have some plot to kill him. If he died at the hands of the Painted Skin Cult, many people would suffer because of his death. His fellow disciples would also die.

No, I can't die like this.

Han Shang knew he would die. The various experiences he had just had had caused him to lose too much spiritual energy and physical strength, and the Painted Skin Sect's dagger was already against his waist. If he moved, he would be killed immediately.

There is another way.

No.

Han Shang felt a sharp tearing pain in his lower abdomen. Facing the astonished eyes of the Painted Skin Cult, he smiled.

When a person completely gives up all control over the spiritual energy, the spiritual energy will produce a rejection reaction and annihilate the body.

"I won't hurt anyone."

The moment the words fell, flesh flew everywhere.

Han Shang looked in disbelief at the flying Painted Skin sect member, and at the large truck that braked suddenly and drifted to a steady stop in front of him. He was completely stunned.

"oops."

Zhou Li jumped off the truck and looked at the Painted Skin followers scattered here and there, and exclaimed in amazement: "They really are flying." (End of this chapter)