Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 314 Initial Show of Strength
The light suddenly stopped.

Li Changsheng's eyes were filled with spiritual light and he looked towards Lin Hai's formation.

Dozens of figures are either riding the escaping light, standing on a flying boat, or standing on a bird, hovering in mid-air, and from time to time someone tentatively attacks the formation.

But it was easily defeated by an aqua tree-like shadow transformed by the formation.

Many Qingyang disciples didn't know whether they were afraid of the formation or their fellow disciples. Even if they took action, it was just a small fight. Depending on the situation, they had no intention of joining forces.

For a moment, it seemed like they were at a stalemate.

Li Changsheng glanced at everyone one by one, and finally landed on a man, a woman, and an ordinary-looking young man in the corner.

The former belonged to the same group as the fat monk and was the first to show his ill will towards him in the square.

The latter was a monk who once said that he wanted to enter Fuchong's Ten Thousand Soul Banner. Listening to his tone, it seemed that he was on the same level as Fuchong, but I didn't know why he didn't take action.

Li Changsheng's thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he put it behind him. The grudge between the two had nothing to do with him. He looked at the man and woman who were having an intimate conversation, and then at the other cultivators.

"Who is coming?"

A journey of more than ten miles will arrive in a blink of an eye.

The powerful sword energy splashed around like water, causing the surrounding Qingyang disciples to put up their shields to avoid it.

Just when they were waiting for the coming person to hide their light, they could see their face.

The formation once again raised an aqua tree-like shadow, slowly facing the sword light.

After saying this, he stretched out his hand and wiped it on the evil blood sword, and the nine blood swords that had been cultivated in his heart for three years merged into the sword body like water.

Feeling the fierce power of the scarlet sword light, all the cultivators had doubts in their hearts.

In an instant, the scarlet sword energy surged several times, surrounding him like a fish swimming in a storm.

They don't want to provoke a big enemy with their words.

And this was one of the reasons why Li Changsheng dared to be so unscrupulous.

The cold sword intent that escaped caused the monk who was about to speak sarcastically to shut up immediately.

However, he saw that the sword light had no intention of stopping, but instead intensified. The piercing sword whistle shook the surrounding areas and fell straight towards the formation shield.

Li Changsheng waved his sleeve, and scarlet sword energy emerged, enveloping his body and turning into a cold sword light, like an arrow, heading straight for the cultivators.

I thought for a moment, and the hazy mist covered my face.

It seemed that he didn't want him to monopolize the limelight.

During his attack on the formation, he noticed that although there were dozens of Qingyang disciples surrounding the formation, only a handful of them had entered the late stage of pulse condensation.

After one blow, Li Changsheng knew that the formation could not be broken by him alone. With a slight thought in his mind, he escaped from the formation, holding the Blood Sword in hand, looking around, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Still not taking action? Do you still expect it to evacuate the formation on its own? Or are you waiting for the elders of the peak master to capture their sect and pick up some soup?"

boom.
The dazzling spiritual light burst out, and Li Changsheng felt it was as if he was chopping into a tough and soft object, with nowhere to apply his force.

Li Changsheng was originally only in the middle stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm, but his power suddenly surged to the level of power only in the late stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm.

All practitioners present felt an incomparable sharpness coming from behind them. They immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, their spiritual power surged, and they turned around to look.

Not long after he finished speaking, a ferocious aura that was no less than the sword's will suddenly emerged.

Everyone looked up.

Then he saw a tall humanoid monster with red horns on its forehead, leather armor, and surrounded by fire.

He stepped on a wooden boat and glanced at Li Changsheng with his violent golden vertical pupils, then at the other monks who had escaped the aura of the late stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm, and said in a buzzing voice:

"Uncle, I'm not here to pick up trash!" "A late-stage monk in the Pulse Condensation Realm of the Bloodline lineage, I don't know what kind of monster bloodline he has refined." Seeing his abnormal body shape, the cultivators suddenly understood.

His voice fell.

A monk whose body was shrouded in clouds and mist suddenly appeared with golden light. He heard a sharp cry echoing, and the golden light rose into the sky. In an instant, he transformed into a three-foot-long golden ape with hair texture like a real one.

The golden eyes that looked like substance looked at the humanoid monster, the fangs were exposed, and the roaring voice came out, "I don't want to either."

Many cultivators seemed to know him. When they saw the violent ape appear, they exclaimed: "The golden light ape of the beast soul lineage is so powerful that it is Zheng Wu who ranked ninety-seven in the last competition."

Li Changsheng couldn't help but cast his gaze, "Dabi Ninety-Seven?"

A monk with a sword in his hand and a ghostly face glanced at a few people and chuckled: "Let's work together to break the formation first? After that, how about each relying on their own abilities?" As if he was afraid of being looked down upon, as he spoke, a series of turmeric talismans were displayed. Twelve of them flew out from his sleeves, with black smoke lingering on them, and the faint sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Miscellaneous cultivators, Talisman Ghost, ranked ninety-two in the last competition." Seeing the twelve strange talismans, the cultivators exclaimed again.

The golden tyrant ape turned his attention to Fu Gui, and said aggressively, "Oh, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Fu Gui turned his head slightly, and chuckled from under the mask, as if talking to himself: "I wonder how powerful the demon soul that has been cultivated for hundreds of years in the beast soul line will be when it is made into a talisman."

After the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The golden flames surrounding the golden violent ape have converged, but the hair and claws on its body have become clearer, as if they were real.

at this time.

The monk who dared to challenge Fuchong said softly: "Yes." After saying yes, he took a step forward and came to the front of the formation. The abnormality around his body was not visible, and his slender palm slowly fell towards the shield.

The aqua tree-like shadow reappeared.

But what surprised everyone was that when his palm was pressed on the phantom, it did not cause any fluctuation, just like pressing it on an ordinary tree.

But this tree is not that tree. It gathers majestic energy and is controlled by the Immortal Evergreen Sect monks. How could there be no reaction at all.

"Is there something wrong with the formation?"

As everyone knows, the Immortal Evergreen Sect monks in the formation were also stunned.

Just when they were uneasily checking the formation.

One of the monks who looked like a young man had a green light in his eyes. He looked at the palm of the young man outside the formation. His brows suddenly wrinkled. Then he looked at the tree-like shadows condensed by the formation. His pupils suddenly shrank and he shouted: "The formation is intact. It was the result of the monk's tricks."

"Quick, activate the resurrection formation with all your strength."

As he was speaking, densely packed cotton-like things suddenly appeared in the towering tree-like shadow, occupying less than half of the shadow, and spreading inward like living creatures.

Naturally, the Qingyang cultivators outside also saw such an abnormality.

"What is this? A spell?"

"pity."

Feeling the majestic vitality surging in the shadow, the young man sighed secretly in his heart, paused slightly, and stepped back.

Within the tree-like shadow, the wriggling and spreading cotton wool suddenly stagnated, and then turned from white to black, as if ink stains were splashed on it.

The vitality of the place it infects suddenly becomes chaotic and escapes uncontrollably.

Li Changsheng's eyes lit up when he saw this, his thoughts moved slightly, and he drove the magic weapon to the front of the formation.

The right arm holding the bloody sword was slightly raised, and the cold sword energy surrounding him condensed into a ten-foot-long scarlet sword light, which was aimed at the disordered formation and struck hard.

boom.
The sword light fell, the spiritual light of the formation surged, and the tree-like shadow shook for a moment.

(End of this chapter)