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

Chapter 430 Taixuan Sect

And on top of it, stood a kid with a face as white as jade, loose black hair, and looked no more than seven or eight years old.

His pure white eyes stared at the silvery sun, and a hint of doubt appeared on his indifferent expression, "The Qingyang Boat of the Taixuan Sect! There are remnants of the Taixuan Sect even in the desolate land. I wonder which branch they are from?"

Mind turning.

Feeling the terrifying energy contained in the silver-white sun, although Fan Sheng was not afraid, he did not want to be an enemy. He hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said, "Fan Sheng of the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb greets fellow Taoist of the Taixuan Sect. Is there any misunderstanding between our two sects?"

His intention to seek peace in a subtle way is self-evident.

Inside the silvery sun.

The Qingyang Boat floats quietly.

Li Changsheng looked at the blurry and illusory tall figure on the Qingyang Boat, feeling the tremendous power like the abyss and the sea it exuded, and his heart was still difficult to calm down.

"This is the eighth level of the Dao Foundation..."

The last time he destroyed the Immortal Evergreen Sect, he watched the Siyue Peak Master take action from afar and only felt the majestic aura but did not feel the specific power. Now that he felt the Mountain Jun Peak Master take action at close range, he finally understood what the Nine Heavens of Dao Foundation meant, with each level creating a new world.

The moment he made his move.

Li Changsheng only felt that he was like an ant, completely powerless to resist. The gap between the two was as if they were not in the same realm.

As his thoughts surged.

A bold, domineering, yet disdainful voice resounded through the sky.

"Misunderstanding? You don't deserve it!"

Hear the words.

Fan Sheng, who was standing on top of the golden-armored flying yaksha, had a slightly changed expression, anger surging in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Then let me learn from you, fellow Taoist of Taixuan Sect."

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, the Flying Yaksha under his feet was surrounded by golden light, the wings under his ribs vibrated, and he disappeared on the spot.

The moment he left.

A silver-white beast claw appeared out of thin air and landed at the place where he had just been. A rolling wave of air rose up, tearing apart the surrounding dark clouds for hundreds of miles like a hurricane. Even the cultivators standing on the Qingyang Boat felt a jolt.

Immediately, a burst of muffled thunder resounded through the sky.

The silver-white sun that enveloped the Qingyang Boat slowly dissipated, and a huge monster appeared a thousand meters away.

Its body is like a tiger and as big as a mountain. Its pupils are like two bright golden suns. Its silver-white hair looks like it is made of divine gold, and its whole body is filled with a terrifying murderous intent that is almost tangible.

Just looking at it from a distance, I felt a sense of horror in my heart.

The white tiger, as big as a mountain, leaped forward and turned into a dazzling stream of light that flew straight into the sky.

Roar. Aw. Two different terrifying roars resounded in all directions, and then bursts of roars sounded above the sky. The aftermath of the fight spread, and the yin energy, spiritual energy, and evil energy within a thousand miles were mixed together.

Li Changsheng's eyes were covered with spiritual light. He looked up at the sky. Through the dark sky, he vaguely saw two huge beasts fighting each other.

From the sky, pale golden blood, broken flesh, and dull golden scales occasionally splashed down...

At this time.

A rough voice sounded in Li Changsheng's ears.

"Everyone, let's get started."

Li Changsheng retracted his gaze and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a big man with half naked body, eyes like copper bells, and flamboyant hair and beard walking out of the boat in the cabin.

The forehead bone on its face was raised and covered with dense red hair. With a tiger roar, flames burned all over its body, and in an instant it turned into a tiger beast with a body length of nearly 100 feet and a single red horn on its head.

The raging flames illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime, and although the aura it exuded was not as strong as that of the Tiger Peak Master, it was still one of the strongest beings Li Changsheng had ever seen.

Seeing the big man transformed into a demon tiger falling down, the cultivators on the boat all took action.

The horrible roars and screams of beasts sounded one after another.

One after another, majestic aura burst out, some transformed into demon bodies, some controlled demon souls, and there were only a few people who could control the escape light in human form.

Li Changsheng exchanged a few words with Shougui, then controlled the escape light and landed alone on the side of the original underworld sect protection formation, his eyes fixed on the hideous cracks exposed in the formation.

The arms are slightly raised.

A huge illusory sword shadow rose up from behind him.

As the magic power in Li Changsheng's Taoist foundation rapidly dissipated, the sword shadow condensed at a terrifying speed. In just a few breaths, it turned into a huge sword covered with dense patterns, like dark red colored glass.

The majestic and ferocious sword intent emanating from the giant sword attracted the attention of the monks not far away.

Li Changsheng's mind moved slightly, and he swung his arm down, "Kill!"

The giant sword burst out with a dazzling red light and fell directly on the crack of the formation.

Boom. The roar echoed, and the giant sword burst out with surging sword light. Under the condensed sword intent, it was like a stream of swimming fish, constantly attacking and consuming the power of the formation.

The other side of the formation.

Lan Cai made a sword gesture with his hands, and hundreds of swords that seemed to be made of blue ice surrounded him. They moved with his thoughts, and the surging sword light continuously attacked the cracks in the formation.

When Li Changsheng used his magical power "Soul Slaying" to attack the formation, he seemed to sense something. He looked up at the side of the formation with a look of surprise and joy.

However, the two's actions were just minor fights. The real main force in the attack was the Rongxue lineage.

Several of them manifested huge bloodline demon bodies, and every attack caused the formation to fluctuate violently. If it weren't for the monks from "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb" blocking and weakening their attacks from inside the formation, the formation would have been broken long ago.

But even if they blocked it, it was only a matter of time before the formation was broken.

The time for tea has passed.

The protective shield of the formation became increasingly dim and thin.

Li Changsheng continued to attack with his magical power "Soul Severing", which also caused an elder with the first level of Taoism cultivation in the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses" to intervene frequently with a dozen Nengmai disciples.

Although they could not completely resist the giant sword of "Soul Slaying", they also weakened its power by nearly 50%. The damage caused by the sword light to the formation was obviously much smaller.

And by fighting with them across the formation.

This allowed Li Changsheng to learn more about the Taoist monks of the "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb", or the Purple Mansion monks.

Compared with the Taoist foundation, the magic power of the cultivator who cultivates the Purple Mansion is more tenacious and long-lasting, but not sharp enough. What's interesting is that this Purple Mansion cultivator who is facing him across the formation has never used his magical powers, but only used magic power to resist.

The main force to resist his attack was a corpse with skin as white as yellow jade and a face like an ordinary human. The sword light chopped on its body as if chopping on gold and stone.

But after he attacked dozens of times.

This refined corpse has been completely unrecognizable, with mottled sword marks all over its body, but no blood stains. It looks as if it was carved from topaz.

Time passed little by little.

The formation was becoming increasingly weaker, and every time an attack came down, the shield would shake, as if it would break at any time.

Li Changsheng looked at the pale-faced elder of the "Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb" below him and the almost inhuman corpse beside him, raised his head to the sky, and thought to himself: "It's time to start!"

A slight "crack" sound was heard, and wisps of jade fragments slid down from his sleeves.

Within the formation.

Below the elder of the "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb" who was standing opposite Li Changsheng across the formation, in an inconspicuous tiny cave, a bright white light flashed for a moment.

A light white mist floated out of the cave and floated silently upwards.

In just a few breaths, the white smoke reached the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses" not more than a hundred meters away from the elder.

at the same time.

Outside the formation, Li Changsheng no longer restrained his magic power. The giant sword manifested by "Soul Slaying" burst out with a dazzling red light, and fell towards the crack in the formation that was almost pierced through with a sharp force.

Roar.
At his side, the corpse with its arms cut off and its face exposed with bright yellow bones suddenly let out a low roar.

The elder of "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb" felt the warning from the refined corpses, and when he saw the giant sword about to fall outside the formation, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly drove the refined corpses to meet it, while he used his magic power to transform a big hand to meet it.

at this time.

The elder of the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses" suddenly heard a sound like children playing, and as the sound rang out, he suddenly felt extremely tired, as if all his magic power was drained away in an instant and he returned to his mortal state.

He couldn't help but feel a tingle in his heart at this strange feeling. A "bad" thought came to his mind, and then he felt a pain in his head, and his consciousness slowly faded.

outside world.

The Shougui quickly retracted the claw that had been inserted into the head of the elder of the "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb". Without waiting for his magic power to dissipate, he waved his claws to set up a restriction, and after a simple search, he put the refined corpse that was chopped down by the sword into the spirit beast bag.

Then it turned into green smoke and quickly fell to the ground.

But at this moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out, "Evil beast!" A claw as big as a house and covered with green hair grabbed the green smoke transformed by the longevity ghost with terrifying pressure.

This frightened the longevity ghost so much that his soul almost flew away. He no longer concealed his figure and turned into a stream of white light, rapidly falling toward the ground.

Just as the green-haired claw was about to catch the longevity ghost, it suddenly stopped and retracted.

The location of the formation shield in the sky.

The old man with a sinister and pale face holding a bone staff suddenly changed his expression and looked up at the sky.

outside world.

Li Changsheng and others sensed the vast waves erupting from the sky, and they all looked up at the sky.

A huge shadow fell rapidly, and soon its figure came into everyone's sight.

It has no head, and its once dazzling golden scales are now broken. Its body is covered with huge scars that expose the bones, and only one of the two wings under its ribs is left. It is a miserable sight.

Under the gaze of all the practitioners.

The body of the golden-armored Flying Yaksha fell heavily onto the protective shield of the formation. Light golden blood gushed out from its neck and scars on its body, falling onto the shield, making a violent corrosive sound.

This seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

There were continuous shattering sounds coming from the bases of the large arrays. The huge protective shield flickered for a moment, then collapsed with a bang and turned into fluorescent dots that dissipated.

Dozens of ferocious eyes fell on the practitioners in the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses".

Holding a bone staff, the old man with a sinister and pale face felt several auras falling on him, he smiled miserably, shouted loudly, "Escape", and then drove a corpse that was about a hundred feet tall, shaped like a human and a beast, and covered with green hair towards the Qingyang cultivators.

(End of this chapter)