Immortal Wu Sovereign

Chapter 170 Eight-Wristed Patriarch
Ling Tian is not an idiot. The black mist covering the sea area of ​​thousands of feet is so poisonous that the monks in the later stage of the Zifu will not be able to take advantage of it, and may even suffer a small loss. Although he is powerful, his biggest weakness is that he does not have a A powerful magic weapon for self-defense, otherwise, you can really make a breakthrough and increase your knowledge.

He snorted coldly, stretched out his right index finger, pointed lightly at the black mist, and then a beam of Yuannu Yanyang Extinct Divine Light shot out from his finger, instantly submerging into the black mist.

Yuannu Yanyang Extinction Divine Light is the sun's fire that is as strong as it is yang, and it can best restrain this poisonous mist. I saw that red light submerged in the black mist, and then the surging black mist immediately began to burn rapidly , Burned out in a moment, exposing Zhang Yu who was hiding in the black mist.

Zhang Yu's long and narrow eyes stared fixedly at Ling Tian, ​​his eyes were full of surprise, and at the same time there was a glint of greed flickering, he licked his lips and said with a hey smile: "Miaoji, I didn't expect you A mere cultivator at the beginning of the Purple Mansion has such a powerful supernatural power, as long as you are killed and searched carefully, maybe even I, Zhang Yu, can get this supernatural power!"

"If you want my supernatural powers, it depends on whether you have the ability!" Ling Tian smiled, this old monster named Zhang Yu really didn't know when he was about to die, and he dared to hit his own Yuan Core Yanyang's idea of ​​exterminating Shenguang?
"Boy, you're looking for death!" Zhang Yu shouted angrily, lightly shook the Nine Nether Poison Gun in his hand, and his body soared from the sea like lightning, rushing towards Ling Tian, ​​poisonous black flames gushed out from the black spear in his hand, like a flower The fire cloud covered Ling Tian.

Zhang Yu hid behind the black flames, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, then he opened his mouth slightly, a jet of black water sprayed out from his mouth, and rushed towards Ling Tian like a rainbow.

This black water column was condensed by him with his own source of life. It is called the Youshui of Huangquan, and it is extremely poisonous. Even the top monks of the Zifu, after being contaminated, have to spend a lot of effort to eradicate it. , As for the late Zifu monks of the same rank, there is absolutely no reason for them to be spared. Even the Zifu's middle-rank body protection magic weapon can be corroded, and its power is strong, even above his poisonous fire and smoke.

Moreover, this secluded water of the underworld is hidden behind the cloud of poisonous fire and smoke in front of it. It is unexpected and hard to guard against. Zhang Yu, who claims to be the patriarch of the eight-armed, is very satisfied with this move, thinking that it implies the principle of water and fire. It is the real killing move.

However, his move is indeed powerful. There are several late-stage cultivators of the Purple Mansion who died on it, including monster races and human races. For him, they are all food, regardless of each other.

Ling Tian swept past with his divine sense, and immediately understood what killer move the eight-armed patriarch was hiding. A faint smile flashed in his eyes. Although the late-stage cultivators of the Zifu can be counted as killing chickens with a sledgehammer, they happened to use Let's try it out and see how powerful the move Jun Tian Guang Le is.
He gently swung the Death Star Sword in his hand, and the blade turned into light and shadows, as if there was a galaxy rippling in it. among.

As soon as the sword came out, the immortal sound appeared, the energy on the sword blade was like water, and the stars were like waves, rippling brilliant light and shadows, and at the same time, the sound of divine night jade clear rippled within a radius of thousands of feet.

Zhang Yu, the eight-armed patriarch, was lost when he heard the sound of fairy voices. He was in a trance, as if he was standing in a palace, surrounded by countless fairies dancing around him.

Ling Tian didn't expect that just lightly handing out his Sword of Juntian Guangle, the monster in the late stage of the Purple Mansion in front of him was fascinated and lost his combat power. A layer of poisonous fire and smoke, avoiding the secluded water of the underworld, and passing across the neck of the Eight-Wristed Patriarch, Yuanli, like the Yangtze River, was infused into the body of the Eight-Wristed Patriarch in an instant, crushing his purple mansion, and then died. Only then did the sword cut off his head, leaving him decapitated.

boom!
The eight-armed patriarch's body fell from mid-air, then quickly returned to its huge body, and then smashed heavily into the sea water, splashing a huge splash.

And its revelation was equally huge, it fell into the sea water almost at the same time, a fist-sized blue inner alchemy flew out of the eight-armed ancestor's head, as if he was intelligent, he actually wanted to dive into the sea .

It's a pity that the person it was facing was Ling Tian, ​​and in the blink of an eye, the divine thoughts were like a huge net, instantly encircling the inner alchemy of the Eight-Wristed Patriarch, and then sent it back in front of him.

In the blue inner alchemy, black poisonous fire and smoke are faintly lingering, and a rune is flashing in the middle, which should be the innate supernatural power of the eight-armed ancestor.

The innate supernatural powers of monsters in the late stage of the Zifu are absolutely astonishing. The strongest point is no less than a blow from the top monks of the Zifu. It is a pity that Ling Tian's sword of Juntian Guangle is too fierce. If there is none, the head has already been conferred.

Ling Tian received the inner alchemy of the eight-armed patriarch into the ring. There are too many treasures in the ring. When he arrives at the Moon Spirit Sect, he will take out all of them and exchange for a few more useful pills. When he returns to Xingji After the sect, the strength of many brothers in the sect can be greatly increased, and there is no need to look at Qinglongshan's face from now on.

Apart from the inner alchemy, the Eight-Wristed Patriarch had many treasures, but Ling Tian didn't take these things to heart. He glanced at the huge body of the Eight-Wristed Patriarch, which was gradually sinking into the sea, and then continued to move towards it. Fly forward, looking for a channel with human ships passing by.

When Ling Tian flew under the towering boats, he had already been flying in mid-air for seven full days. When he saw a boat passing by at this moment, a look of joy appeared on his face. The previous one flew past.

This large ship did not fly any flags to indicate the forces it belongs to. The most likely possibility is that it should be a businessman running around on the sea. Therefore, the fleet's escort strength is not strong at all, and it can only be on the safest waterway. sailing.

Ling Tian landed directly on the bow deck, and then said loudly: "The owner is here, I want to take this ship to the nearest island, how many spirit stones do I need?"

A moment later, a tall middle-aged man, wearing a white robe with cloud patterns, walked out of the cabin. Behind him, there were two middle-stage cultivators of the Zifu. The middle-aged man with a gloomy look is the owner of the ship.

After seeing Ling Tian, ​​the middle-aged man's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and then he smiled wryly: "My friend, something happened to my fleet, it's not that I don't want to take you for a ride, it's just that I'm afraid of hurting you! "

Ling Tian smiled and said: "Although my strength is low, I am not a person who is afraid of getting into trouble. Don't worry, when I'm on your boat, I'm naturally not afraid of being implicated!"

Behind the middle-aged man, the two middle-stage cultivators of the Purple Mansion shook their heads lightly. This kid, who didn't know who the ship owner had offended, dared to join him. If they hadn't signed the contract, they would have fled away long ago. Continue to stay in the fleet?
The middle-aged man did not expect that Ling Tian was not afraid of things at all. After a wry smile, he nodded and said: "My friend, since you are not afraid, then stay on the boat! I hope you will not regret it when the time comes. As for the spirit stone, you don't need it." Now, if I can't escape this catastrophe, my body and soul will perish, no matter how many spirit stones I have, it will be useless!"

"Thank you!" Ling Tian nodded with a smile, and then the middle-aged man arranged for a middle-stage cultivator from the Purple Mansion behind him to lead the way and let him enter the cabin to rest.

Originally, Ling Tian thought that there should be a lot of guards on a fleet of this size, but he didn't expect that there were only seven or eight people on board, so there were many empty cabins on the boat, for example, the one he was allocated now contained just With a pretty good quiet room, although the Juyuan array inside is not top-notch, it is also quite good.

After entering the cabin, Ling Tian thanked the mid-stage cultivator of the Purple Mansion who led the way, then took out a few top-grade spirit stones from the ring, stuffed them into his hands, and asked with a smile: "What is this?" Fellow Daoist, who did the ship owner offend, why is he so afraid, could it be the famous forces in the Blood Moon Sea?"

The middle-aged monk glanced at the spirit stone in his hand, then looked outside with a wry smile, and said in a low voice: "The ship owner offended a kid at the last port, and he had a quarrel over some trivial matters. The kid said he would wait until the next island." When the fleet was moored, they killed him in public, and they didn't pay much attention at the time. After all, that kid was only a mid-stage cultivator in the Purple Mansion. Who knew that the news came later that although the boy was only a mid-stage cultivator in the Purple Mansion, he had the combat power of the late Purple Mansion. He is a genius who once defeated the monks in the late stage of Zifu, but this time he is in big trouble!"

Ling Tian nodded lightly, the sea of ​​blood moon was vast and boundless, and there were as many geniuses as morning stars, but he was able to defeat the monks in the late stage of Zifu in the middle stage of Zifu, no matter how you look at it, he could be called a genius.

But he didn't have the idea of ​​helping. At most, it would be better to help save the ship owner's life. After all, he didn't know what the two sides were arguing about. If he helped the wrong person, wouldn't it be a good intention to do something wrong?

"By the way, fellow daoist, where is our ship going?" Ling Tian thought of his destination and asked quickly. Although he can know when the ship docks, but now he has figured it out. Things can also be planned in advance.

The mid-term cultivator of the Purple Mansion smiled and said: "Baihua Island, there are still three days to go, if you are lucky enough not to be involved in this incident, you can find ships wherever you want to go there, Baihua The island is relatively prosperous and has connections with all major forces!"

"Thank you for your advice, Fellow Daoist!" Ling Tian thanked with a smile. He had heard Qiu Haitang mention Baihua Island before. Qiu Haitang didn't say much.

(End of this chapter)