Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 582 Facing the Unknown
The Taoist Heshou was horrified. How could he do as Wen Lianggong wished? He immediately summoned his magical power, and the immortal robe he was wearing vibrated with rays of clear light that lingered around him, resisting the power of annihilation that could corrode and destroy everything.

How come he didn't realize that he had kicked the steel plate?

He had thought that he was just a beginner in the Golden Immortal realm and could easily defeat him, but the terrifying power that the opponent unleashed in an instant was simply terrifying, and even he, who was in the late Golden Immortal realm, could not contend with it. His specialty, the Feather Sword Technique, was completely unharmed by the opponent. The immortal robe on his body, which had taken hundreds of thousands of years to cultivate and was of the highest grade acquired spiritual treasure level, was rapidly consumed by the opponent's power of annihilation.

If I delay any longer, this immortal robe on my body, which is made of countless immortal treasures and gold, will probably be regarded as an ordinary object.

Especially seeing that the monk and the moth tried their best to attack but still failed to cause any harm to each other.

He didn't even say a word and just endured it.

The monk and the moth were both shocked and unbelievable by this scene.

The opponent's physique is so tough that it is beyond imagination.

The other party is a genuine physical cultivator who has achieved sainthood through his physical body!
"Wait, wait, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Daoist friend, stop it, stop it!"

The Crane-shou Taoist screamed.

"stop?"

A sinister smile appeared on Wen Lianggong's face, and he immediately combined his qi, blood, magic power, and soul to form the state of three flowers gathering at the top of the head. He condensed the harmonious light behind his head, and triggered an inexplicable great force, displaying the scene of the five qi returning to the origin.

What shocked them even more was that the terrifying blood in Wen Lianggong's body was like a cosmic storm, sweeping across the surrounding area for thousands of miles, and even the Yin-Yang Five Elements Formation condensed by the big moth was almost destroyed by this blood.

Ignoring the key points of the formation and not caring about its volatility, he simply used an endless and vast ocean-like impact of qi and blood to wipe out all the swords, spears, swords, and halberds, as well as the five elements of attack in the formation. Even the chaotic energy was easily dispersed by the impact of this extremely condensed qi and blood.

Even the golden body of Buddha that the monk unfolded was shaken slightly by the extremely huge blood energy.

Simply incredible.

Is this really someone in the initial stage of Golden Immortal?

Are the people in the upper three realms really so unreasonable?

The big moth and the monk felt miserable, they had no intention of holding back. The fight between the Golden Immortals was dangerous, and they used their best skills as soon as they fought.

With the intention of killing the other party, how could he hold back at all?

In the end, under the horrified gaze of the Crane-shou Taoist, no matter how many methods and spells he used, Wen Lianggong's hands still held the other party tightly. His palms were like iron hoops and he could not break free at all.

Finally, as the Crane-shou Taoist screamed, his immortal clothes withered, his flesh and blood disappeared, and his soul was shattered.

The only bit of true spirit that was left was crushed by a hand holding a stick that stretched out from Wen Lianggong's armpit.

The whole scene fell silent for a moment.

Da E and the monk were both in turmoil and could hardly control themselves.

A man who was at the initial stage of the Golden Immortal Realm and looked like he had just touched the threshold of the middle stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, yet he killed a master at the late stage of the Golden Immortal Realm with just three punches and two kicks.

When they saw Wen Lianggong's gaze sweeping over them, the monk and the big moth trembled slightly, and turned around and ran without hesitation.

"Want to go?"

Wen Lianggong sneered, and immediately used the Three Heads and Six Arms Technique to split into two clones that were no weaker than his original body. They turned into streams of light and flew away, chasing relentlessly.

Half a day later, Wen Lianggong's eyes flickered as he looked at the information prompt that popped up on the attribute panel. "Successfully killed two Golden Immortals, gained 15 mythical auras, skill points +15"

Wen Lianggong was a little surprised, but it was reasonable. The cultivation levels of these three Tribulation Cultivators were higher than his, so it was reasonable for them to give him skill points.

It only adds 15 skill points...

Wen Lianggong let out a sigh, feeling somewhat helpless. Wasn't this Golden Immortal a little too cheap?

The two clones returned one after another, and both brought back the valuables from the big moth and the monk.

Looking at the two spots of light emitting faint and clear light in his hands, these two spots of light are the Sumeru mustard seeds on the monk and the big moth.

With a cursory glance with his spiritual sense, he saw the mountains of top-grade immortal crystals and a large number of chaotic spirit crystals in the Sumeru mustard seed. The amount of precious elixirs and materials was incalculable, and the divine materials and immortal treasures that were rarely seen in the mortal world were almost piled up to the size of two giant sacred mountains.

The immortal skills, formation techniques, and alchemy secrets therein are as vast as smoke.

This is indeed the case. A Golden Immortal has an infinite lifespan. In hundreds of thousands of years, one person is equivalent to a sect that has been passed down for millions of years.

The hundreds of arts of cultivating immortals, the art of alchemy, the art of weapon making, the raising of spiritual plants and beasts, all of them are all-encompassing and profound, and it takes an extremely long time to study them and achieve results.

Compared to these Golden Immortals who have lived for countless years.

"My foundation is still too poor!"

Wen Lianggong looked up to the sky and sighed. Although he could now set up some formations and refine some pills, compared with these people, he was nothing. There was no comparison at all.

After making sure that there were no more calamity cultivators around, Wen Lianggong immediately cast a spell, using his own vast magic power and an iron rod as a bridge, magic power as a bond, and the ominous curse as a coordinate to penetrate the void of the sea of ​​​​boundaries and pursue the heavens. Finally, he stood on the ancient and divine stone covered with red hair, which seemed to be in a world where heaven and earth were silent.

The unknown in my body was transmitted to me by this guy.

The red-haired human-shaped figure seemed to have noticed something, and when he finally turned his head to look, he saw a large hand covering his face.

Bang!
The red-haired humanoid was instantly pinned down by a large hand and slammed heavily to the ground.

Suddenly, the ground cracked, and countless rocks and earth were instantly squeezed into pieces by the extremely powerful pressure and shot in all directions.

The extremely powerful aura shook the heaven and earth, the sky rumbled and trembled endlessly, and the mana burst out, and the intertwined magical powers were like plucked strings, making a star-splitting sound.

The blood energy as vast as the ocean and the divine light like a tide quickly covered and swallowed up this silent and lonely world.

It almost turned this world into an ocean of divine light, washing away and squeezing out all the ominous auras, and almost turned this extremely cold time into a world where only white light remained.

In addition to magical powers, ordinary immortal practitioners rely more on artifacts, or set up large formations, or activate magic weapons, all of which have unimaginable power.

However, those who achieve sainthood through the physical body regard their body as a magic weapon and their supernatural powers as a sharp edge.

The weapon in your hand is your support. One force can break all laws, one weapon can break all paths.

This palm movement can be said to be a perfect display of his way to sanctification of the flesh.

The red-haired humanoid finally reacted, roaring like a wild beast and struggling violently. The red hair on its body twisted wildly like tentacles, and it looked extremely terrifying. If an ordinary person saw it, they would probably go completely insane.

(End of this chapter)