Immortal Wu Sovereign

Chapter 514 Ruyi Pavilion Young Master

Fang Changhe waited until the moment the sword edge was approaching, and then woke up, a ball of blood glowed on his body, like a silkworm cocoon, wrapping him layer by layer.

boom!
The golden light shining on the Xingxing sword cut into the bloody light group, reaching a depth of half an inch, continuously evaporating the bloody light, creating a blood mist.

It's just that no matter how much the bloody light ball is evaporated, it will be replenished immediately, as if it is endless, and will never be split.

"Look quickly, that young master's puppet is so powerful that it forced the monk at the early stage of Yuanshen in Ruyi Pavilion to dodge non-stop!"

"Really, no matter how bad this puppet is, it's probably the middle grade of Yuanshen! Otherwise, how could it be possible to smash the magic weapon of that Ruyi Pavilion cultivator with a single punch? I didn't expect that this young man's strength is so amazing that he can compete with that Yuanshen. Fighting against mid-god monks, and with such a powerful puppet, we might be saved this time!"

"It's amazing. Look at his divine sense attack, which can actually deter that monk in the middle stage of Yuanshen. No wonder those monks in the Vientiane Realm of Ruyi Pavilion were directly killed by divine sense in front of him. It's too strong!"

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Many monks in the valley below raised their heads one after another and looked towards the sky. If Ling Tian was defeated and fell, they would probably never be able to escape from the Ruyi Pavilion. Now their only hope lies in Ling Tian. Everyone They all secretly prayed in their hearts for Ling Tian to win.

As for the battle situation in mid-air, they dared not even blink their eyes, even when discussing in a low voice, they refused to look away.

Ling Tian frowned slightly, put away the Death Star Sword, drew back, and watched the blood-colored light cocoon ripple in circles, gradually blending into the blood-colored ring on Fang Changhe's left index finger, and said in a deep voice: "What a treasure, it can actually block my sword!"

Fang Changhe laughed wildly, even his beard trembled crazily, and said loudly: "That's natural, my blood sea ring is a low-grade magic weapon of the primordial spirit, boy, no matter how powerful your divine sense attack secret is, it doesn't matter if it hurts!" If it doesn't come to me, it will be in vain!"

"Elder Fang, help, don't talk to this kid anymore, kill him quickly!" Yun Kong, who was flying away at a high speed over there, dodging the pursuit of the sky-killing puppet, shouted at Fang Changhe angrily. He punched the Heavenly Killing Puppet, and the magic weapon of the low-grade primordial spirit on his body instantly shattered.

If he hadn't been the best at dodging with his escaping powers, he might have been bombarded and killed by the black puppet in front of him. Now his only hope is that Fang Changhe can kill Ling Tian and save him from the fire and water.

Fang Changhe looked at Yun Kong who had been forced into a dangerous situation, and shouted: "Elder Yun, if you hold on for a while, I will deal with this kid immediately!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed in front of Ling Tian, ​​slashing at Ling Tian with the blood-colored long sword in his hand, a bloody light gushed out from the blade, spreading into a sea of ​​blood-colored clouds, enveloping Ling Tian in an instant.

The sea of ​​bloody clouds churned violently, condensed into a bloody light, and penetrated into Ling Tian's sea of ​​consciousness, and then countless faces filled with resentment and unwillingness roared at the same time, shaking Lingtian's sea of ​​consciousness, the bloody mist kept spreading, towards Watching the stars in his sea of ​​consciousness cover the past.

The little golden dragon in Ling Tian's sea of ​​consciousness circled up, rushed into the blood mist, swallowed all the blood mist into its mouth and refined it, wherever it passed, the sea of ​​consciousness immediately became clear.

Fang Changhe turned into a blood light, like a ghost, and appeared next to Ling Tian, ​​waves of blood surged from the long sword in his hand, sweeping towards Ling Tian, ​​intending to cut him in half.

The black wings on Ling Tian's back lightly waved, turning into a cloud of starlight, which dissipated in front of Fang Changhe, causing the long sword in his hand to sweep across a phantom, and slashed into the void.

Then his figure appeared hundreds of feet away from Fang Changhe, and he said in a deep voice, "A dignified Yuanshen mid-stage monk, is this the only thing he can do? Your fellow disciple can't hold on anymore!"

"Help me, Elder Fang, save me!" Before Ling Tian finished speaking, Yun Kong roared in despair, and before he could finish his sentence, he was hit by the fist of the Heavenly Killing Puppet on his chest like a meteorite, It fell directly into the valley, smashing out a human-shaped pit.

"Dead, actually dead!" Seeing Yunkong being killed by the puppet, Fang Changhe's eyes filled with horror. Not afraid of the divine sense attack on his Asura Blood God Sword, and the speed is as fast as his own. If you count the puppet, I am afraid that he will not even have a chance to escape.

Ling Tian watched Fang Changhe's eyes fall on the Heavenly Killing Puppet, suddenly burst into laughter, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm enough to deal with you, why use this Heavenly Killing Puppet, wasting my spiritual essence! "

Fang Changhe blushed slightly, but after hearing Ling Tian's second sentence, his eyes were filled with anger, and he said loudly: "If you have the ability, put that puppet away now!"

"What's so difficult about this!" Ling Tian waved his hand with a smile, and the Heavenly Killing Puppet turned into a mysterious light, and got into the ring.

Seeing that Ling Tian actually put away the Heaven Killing Puppet, Fang Changhe's eyes couldn't help but smug. As long as Ling Tian can be killed, not only can the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony continue, but also a high-grade Yuanshen puppet can be harvested. At this point, a faint smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Tian laughed secretly in his heart, a cloud of silvery-white light had condensed on the index finger of his left hand, he wanted to see if this guy's magic weapon of protection could block Da Zi Zai Geng Xin's sword energy.

Fang Changhe had a smirk on his face, and his figure turned into a blood-colored ray, like a rainbow, and he rushed to Ling Tian, ​​and the long sword in his hand was filled with blood mist, rushing towards Ling Tian.

He thought to himself that with the magic weapon of the Blood Sea Ring for protection, he didn't need to worry about Ling Tian's attack at all, so he let go and attacked wildly. At this moment, he only had the low-grade puppet of Yuanshen in his eyes.

Spiritual thoughts rippling out of Ling Tian's sea of ​​consciousness, directly dispelling the cloud of blood mist, and then the little golden dragon rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness, got into Fang Changhe's eyebrows, and shocked him.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Fang Changhe to wake up from the spiritual attack, he directly raised his left hand, and a Dazizi Gengxin sword energy shot out from his fingertips, turned into a silver sharp blade, and slashed at Fang Changhe's eyebrows.

boom!
Layers of blood light immediately surged from the blood sea ring, wrapping Fang Changhe and turning it into a blood-colored light cocoon.

Da Zi Zai Geng Xin's sword qi slashed at the blood-colored light cocoon, and after a short pause, he cut the light cocoon in half from the middle, and congratulated Fang Chang, who had come to his senses with a smug smile on his face. Chop down.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Fang Changhe watched the silvery-white light falling on his head, unable to believe that Ling Tian's blow could break through the defense of the blood sea ring in his hand Well, this is a low-grade magic weapon of the primordial spirit, how could it be so vulnerable?
Before he could figure it out, Da Zi Zai Geng Xin's sword energy had already cut off his soul, and then the bloody light cocoon on his body that hadn't dissipated quickly retreated into the ring.

Fang Changhe's eyes gradually dimmed, and he fell downwards, also smashing a human-shaped pit on the ground.

Ling Tian slowly fell into the valley, then put away Fang Changhe and Yunkong's rings and treasures, glanced at the monks who had regained their freedom in the valley, and said loudly: "There should be no Ruyi around." The evil monks in the pavilion, you can go together, first go in the direction I came from, find a city to hide temporarily, and then spread the news about Ruyi Pavilion!"

"Young Master, what about you! This time you ruined the blood sacrifice ceremony of Ruyi Pavilion, they will definitely not let you go!" Void Realm, with the background of Ruyi Pavilion, it is very possible to send late-stage Yuanshen monks out to hunt down and kill. No matter how strong the benefactor in front of him is, he cannot be the opponent of late-stage Yuanshen monks, right?
"I continue to walk forward. Ruyi Pavilion's conspiracy may be more than that. I have to go ahead to check it out. You don't have to worry about me!" Ling Tian smiled and shook his head, then rose from the sky and used the escape method, Rush towards the depths of the mountains ahead.

The middle-aged man in Qingpao watched Ling Tian disappear in front of him, and then said loudly: "Let's go, everyone! Maybe the cultivators of the evil faction will come back soon. If we don't leave, we will be caught by them at that time, and we will be in trouble." !"

Hearing his words, those monks captured by the Ruyi Pavilion used escape methods to leave one after another. For a moment, thousands of escape lights flashed in the valley, flying towards Tianxiong City, mighty, Breathtaking.

In the mountains, you can see monsters fighting from time to time. Ling Tian walked all the way, and immediately killed the monsters that blocked the way, and got a lot of monsters.

After flying over a mountain towering into the sky like a pillar of the sky, Ling Tian stopped suddenly.

He frowned slightly, and looking forward, he could only feel a vague smell of blood coming from the wind. Although this smell of blood was extremely faint, it was extremely rich, as if it was formed by the condensation of countless blood, extremely strong. eccentric.

He released his spiritual thoughts with all his strength, covering a space of nearly two thousand feet, and slowly flew towards the place where the smell of blood came from.

boom!
Suddenly, a blood-colored beam of light rose straight from a mountain shaped like a tiger's head in front of it, rushing into the sky.

"Could it be that there are also cultivators from the evil sect doing the blood sacrifice?" Ling Tian was secretly shocked, the star wings behind his back suddenly waved, and his figure turned into a cluster of starlight, appearing on that mountain in an instant.

At the top of this mountain shaped like a tiger's head, there is a stone platform with a radius of hundreds of feet, on which a blood-colored formation is drawn. Countless corpses of monsters are placed on the stone platform layer by layer, and the blood gushing from the wounds of the monsters seeps into the stone platform. into the formation, and then turned into an incomparably rich blood-colored essence, gathered in that beam of light.

Around the stone platform, stood two monks, one of them was an old man with white beard and hair, with a mid-level cultivation of Yuanshen, and the other was very young, only about 30 years old, and his cultivation was in the late stage of Vientiane. He looked proudly at the blood-colored beam of light in front of him.

(End of this chapter)