Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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In the purple bead, Ye Bai stood in the void, clenched his fists, and watched the movement of the people outside the bead with unusually stern eyes. His body was shining with golden lights, and he was only waiting for the best opportunity to reappear in the world with a thunderous blow.

Besides Zizhu, they were already fighting like hell at this moment!

Tian Qizi is also a monk who has comprehended the second level of law. With a thought, strands of extremely thin blue vines grow like silk and threads in the hundreds of feet of space around him.

call out!call out!

These vines, after touching everyone's bodies, immediately entangled everyone's hands and feet like green snakes, and at the same time quickly swelled up, turning into thick green pythons. Make weird noises!

And he himself shuttled quickly among the crowd, chasing after Zizhu.

This old trick is only to delay the movements of other monks and slow down their speed. Obviously, they don't intend to completely tear themselves apart from their sect.

Compared with those monks who were selfish and selfish to the core, he still couldn't do anything about abandoning Yuanlong Daozong and walking away after snatching the purple pearl.

It's a pity that although his abacus is good, other monks will not let him succeed!

Qian Ding's movement skills are the most unbelievable. With only a slight trembling of his body, he seemed to become an illusory existence like a breeze, and not a single blue vine could touch his body.

Sensing Tianqizi's figure getting closer to Zizhu, the old man's eyes flashed with a cyan finger, and shot at Tianqizi's head from the side.

This finger light is extremely weird, it seems to be just a blue wind shadow, so ethereal that it doesn't have the slightest appearance of human fireworks.With a soft whistling sound, it was like weeping and complaining!

This secret technique is the Fengshen Finger created by Qianding. This person is also a monk of the wood system, but he has embarked on another path in the application of wood techniques.Possessed into the spiritual roots of plants and trees with spiritual consciousness, to feel the ubiquitous wind, and finally created the top-level movement technique of controlling the wind, and the attack secret technique of Fengshen Finger.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the vitality surged!

A scroll-like magic weapon fluttering like flowing water, flew from nowhere, and helped Tian Qizi block the Fengshen Finger, causing sparks to fly all over the painting.

"Brother, go chase that bead. I'll stop Gan Ding!"

A middle-aged man in a purple robe, who was behind him, controlled the magic weapon to roll towards the tripod.

"Thank you, brother!"

Tianqizi didn't look back, and the speed increased even more.

At this moment, Qianding has been wrapped in a picture scroll that has grown to tens of feet, and there are continuous green hills on the picture scroll.It seemed to be like dancing mountains, exuding a huge force of coercion.Coming from all directions, they suppressed him.

"Brother, offended!"

Tian Suanzi looked at Qian Ding through the gap of the rotating picture scroll magic weapon, smiling all over his face.

However, Qian Ding's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his eyes were so gloomy that water dripped out.He stared at Tian Suanzi coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Tian Suanzi, even if he is also a monk in the late Yuanying period, his strength is also very different. If you want to die, I will help you!"

Before the first word was uttered, a strange aura emanated from Qian Ding's body, and his dark and deep pupils turned into two clumps of emerald green wood world.

"This is……"

Tian Suanzi's complexion finally changed.

……

Back to Tian Qizi, he continued to chase forward, and there was a huge booming sound behind him, obviously the fight was very fierce.

This old man ignored it. His junior brother Tian Suanzi is a monk who has comprehended the first layer of law. There should be no problem.

In front of him, the purple bead is still like a naughty naughty boy, flashing with lightning, it is not only aimed at the monks in the middle and late stages of Nascent Soul, but has begun to fly towards the outermost monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

A group of monks at the early stage of Yuanying, seeing the big bosses in the middle and late stage of Yuanying who came to kill them aggressively, did not dare to touch the purple pearl, and hurriedly fled to a further place.

Among the monks in the late stage of Yuanying, only Xiejizi, after seeing Zizhu for the first time, took half a step, suddenly stopped, did not make a move, and after taking back the wind and fire, the old man looked like a mess All the cultivators narrowed their eyes slightly, and the evil lights flickered in their eyes.

"If you can take advantage of this opportunity and make them kill each other, it will be a great achievement. As for that bead..."

A look of struggle flashed in Xiejizi's eyes, obviously thinking about the purple bead, but worried that if he really succeeded, the cannibalism among the cultivators would end here.

……

Tianqizi quickly chased after Zizhu, five or six zhang away, he grabbed it with his right hand, a strong force emerged from his palm and sucked towards Zizhu.

Zizhu's speed suddenly slowed down.

Tian Qizi was overjoyed, and was about to catch up, when more than a dozen various high-grade magic weapons came from behind him. Although everyone was temporarily trapped by his wood world, the magic weapons could still Driven.

Tian Qizi's expression changed, and he quickly jumped into the air to avoid the magic weapon.

"God weeping son, you are too impatient!"

Tie Zongheng's sinister voice sounded first.

Fang Jue, Wu Sheng, and a dozen of the most tyrannical Nascent Soul late-stage monks have already broken free from the shackles of his second-level law and supernatural powers, and chased after him again.

After Tianqizi was slightly depressed, he moved his mind again. This time, the world of boundless trees had just been born, and suddenly there was a rushing sound like a rising tide in his ears.

In the void in front of him, a wall of blue water waves suddenly appeared!

Bang!

The wall of water waves, like a dragon going out to sea and flapping its tail fiercely, slapped the wood world into broken vitality, and even Tian Qizi himself was shot out firmly!

"Brother Tianqi, don't forget that I am also a monk who has comprehended the second law!"

Wei Qianshan, the patriarch of the White Crane Sect, finally broke free from the shackles of the green python, and after repelling Tianqizi, he chased after Zizhu.

Tian Qizi felt a pain in his chest, and stepped back ten steps, a trace of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, a moment later, a miserable wail sounded behind him!

"Senior brother!"

Tianqizi exclaimed.Looking back, I saw Tian Suanzi's tall and fat body, which was slightly fat, had been pierced with dozens of holes, and blood spurted out from the front and back, which was extremely miserable.

The scariest thing was his head, his entire face.It has been directly pierced into a big hole, leaving only a circle of blood and flesh, and there is no trace of a living person.

Hearing Tian Suanzi's screams, many monks froze slightly, turned their heads to look, and their scalps exploded immediately!

Enough!

And when they saw the strange aura exuding from the finished magic weapon Xianshan Yuntu of Qianding grasping Tian Suanzi, they were even more surprised.

"Atmospheric atmosphere?"

Although Tianqizi himself did not comprehend the artistic conception.But this vision is still there, after a moment, the old man raised his brows and shouted angrily: "Gan Ding, how dare you kill our Yuanlong Taoist?"

"Tian Qizi, what you said is superfluous!"

Qian Ding snorted coldly, and put away the fairy mountain cloud map.Grabbed to Zizhu again.

As soon as the cauldron moved, the other monks immediately came back to their senses.However, many monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul were obviously horrified by Tian Suanzi's death, and did not act again immediately, with hesitation flashing in their eyes.After a few breaths, another group of monks withdrew from the competition with reluctance.

……

Tian Suanzi's death seemed to have opened the prelude to the massacre in the fight for the purple bead.The sound of screams continued in an endless stream.

As soon as Tie Zongheng caught Zizhu, he was slapped hard by Fang Jue, and Zizhu came out.Sneaked out again!

If he hadn't noticed it early and dodged it quickly, Fang Jue's slap just now would not have slapped him on the right shoulder, but on his head.

"Fang Jue, how dare you sneak attack me!"

After Tie Zongheng screamed, he retreated to the edge of the battle circle and roared at Fang Jue, his eyes were extremely fierce.

"As Brother Gan said, Brother Zongheng, your words are redundant. Our alliance has ended. As for this bead, whoever has the best means will naturally belong to him. Do you think I will let you?"

Fang Jue spoke slowly, without haste or impatience, with a look of deep city, he clapped his palms continuously, and stopped Song Qianqiu, Han Youcao and others beside him.

This person's strength is extraordinary, with just a few hands, there is a huge golden palm print, which is quite similar to the Buddhist supernatural power without birth and leakage, but it lacks a hint of sandalwood smell.

Hearing Fang Jue's words, Tie Zongheng's eyes were gloomy and icy cold, and he sent a sound transmission in one direction: "Chao Rong, take them and stop Fang Jue for me!"

The direction he was looking at was a middle-aged fat man with a big belly and shrewd eyes. It was He Chaorong from Beiyuemen who married Ye Bai at the Yujing Auction Conference that year. The cultivation base of the late infant.

But in the current Beiyue Sect, only he and Tie Zongheng are monks in the late Yuanying period, and the other three Beiyuemen monks who participated in this competition are all in the middle stage of Yuanying.

Hearing Tie Zongheng's sound transmission, the four of them rushed out without saying a word. The four of them also knew the gap between themselves and Fang Jue, and they didn't get close. They only released magic weapons from a distance to stop Fang Jue.

The West Prison Gate is not easy to mess with, so without Fang Jue's orders, two old men in black at the late Nascent Soul stage have already brought three monks at the middle Nascent Soul stage, and rushed forward, and the two sides fought fiercely.

The Beiyue Gate and the West Prison Gate had deep grievances. After a brief alliance, the two sides finally turned their faces again. Even if they could not get the purple beads, they would never let the other party get them.

If the other monks thought that they would be able to relax a bit without the Beiyue Gate and the West Prison Gate, they would be very wrong. The magic weapons and magic spells of all the people almost spread over the square with a radius of hundreds of feet.

If you are not careful, it will be a situation of falling. In a short time, seven or eight monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul and two monks in the late stage of Nascent Soul died.

This may be the most intense fight that broke out among the high-ranking monks in Qiongtian West Continent.

The large number and high level are beyond the imagination of ordinary monks.

And although Ye Bai could control the Purple Bead, he couldn't withstand the pursuit and interception of so many monks without fleeing from the battle area!

The situation of being caught had already happened five or six times, but before he could break free, the monks who caught him were often killed by chaotic swords.

Groups of green primordial spirits emerged from the corpses, like rabbits, and fled towards the mountain gate. All the cultivators were so red-eyed that they had no time to chase them.

And now, Zi Zhu was caught again, this time the person who caught him was the third elder Zhan Jinglun of Tian Luo Sect!

As soon as this old man succeeded, Tianluo Sect Master Luo Yunhe and Second Elder Yao Jiu swept over from left to right, intending to protect him and escape from the Taiyi Gate.

"Leave that magic weapon to me!"

Some crazy roars came from behind the three of them, and the voice came from Qian Ding.

Bang bang bang!

Gan Ding flicked his hands repeatedly, releasing a Fengshen Finger, where blood spattered wherever it passed.

A lot of monks hurriedly dodged to the side in horror, and they all had some scruples about the only one in the field, the Yijing monk.

A large amount of blood was stained on Qian Ding's body. He had killed many monks. He had a ferocious face and fierce eyes. If he was a misty breeze in his normal state, then it was a bloody wind now!

In fact, the name of his artistic conception power is called bloody wind, and he succeeded in deducing it only after he slaughtered a mortal city!

Before Ye Bai went mad, Qian Ding was already possessed!

Ever since the Jedi Palace was slaughtered by the ghost setting sun, Qian Ding, like a bereaved dog, took his two apprentices, Yin Xilou and Feng Jiyue, to hide in the Sea of ​​Burying God. Li Chen's dream of secrets was shattered again, and the only thing left in his heart was his crazy desire for Zizhu.

Seeing that everyone made way for a passage, the aura of Qianding suddenly became strange, like a cloud of blood-red mist, flashing out, the speed was so fast that everyone could only catch a cloud of red shadows!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of rain hitting plantains sounded!

In an instant, Zhan Jinglun's back was pierced by the blood-colored wind tunnel, and blood spurted out one after another.

Whoosh!

Everyone's eyes blurred, and the figure of Gan Ding reappeared, holding the purple bead in his hand!

"This bead belongs to me! Which one of you guys think you can catch my artistic conception, so come over and try!"

Gan Ding held the purple bead in his hand, and coldly glanced at Luo Yunhe and Yao Jiu who were already stunned, and then looked down on the crowd. After this person succeeded, he didn't leave immediately, but roared at everyone, as if he wanted to vent the anger in his heart depressed!

All the cultivators entangled their minds, and they all froze their bodies.

For a while, there was silence.

"Brother Gan, you still did a superfluous thing. You are not the only monk here who has comprehended the artistic conception!"

A gloomy, slow voice suddenly sounded. (To be continued..)