Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 120 Vajra Blood Corpse 【Subscribe! 】

(The errors in the enchantment of the gods and humans in the previous chapter have been corrected)

"How brave!"

Lu Jianqiu was furious, the dharma image moved horizontally, a big wheel appeared in each of his left and right hands, one black and one white, the next moment he let go of his hands and flew out, spinning towards Yan Yi and Yan Er, crushing and killing them.

The great wheel of yin and yang is formed by condensing the power of the sun and the sun, and the two wheels are merged, making them invincible at the same level.

Facing these two sword cultivators who appeared suddenly, Lu Jianqiu did not dare to take it lightly, and directly resorted to the strongest means.

The void was shaking, as if it couldn't bear the crushing force of the Great Wheel of Yin and Yang.

Yan Yi and Yan Er remained indifferent.

The Supreme Master asked them to break through the barrier, and they were bound to complete the task before giving up.

As for the yin and yang wheel that can threaten their lives, someone will deal with it.

One sword followed by another sword, the sword slashed on the barrier of the ferry, the sword cultivator's attack was strong, and the power of one sword was far better than that of monks of the same rank.

The power of each of their swords can be regarded as the strikes of ten monks of the same rank.

Ripples appeared on the enchantment, and after the sword energy passed, it was radiant and dazzling.

Shhh~~~~~~~~!

Two more sword lights flew over.

Yan San and Yan Si erupted with sword energy and slammed into the pair of yin and yang wheels.

After the sound of sparks colliding with the earth, the Yin-Yang wheel burst, and Yan San and Yan Si were also knocked and flew upside down.

The two of them vomited blood continuously, and cobweb-like cracks appeared on their bodies, and pale golden liquid overflowed.

Yan Ping, the man who casts supernatural powers, is a Pseudo-National Soul Seventh-Level Peak Sword Immortal, not a Sword Cultivator, and has no sword intent or natal flying sword on him.

The Taoist soldiers transformed by Yan Yi and others are naturally pseudo-National Soul Sword Immortals, who also only have sword energy but no sword intent. Besides, Lu Jianqiu is a perfect emperor of the ninth level of the Nascent Soul, and he uses the strongest means. Three, it is impossible for Yan Si to break his Yin-Yang chakra without getting injured.

Yan San and Yan Si took advantage of this shock force and flew back to Yan Ping.

With a wave of Yan Ping's hand, Yan San and Yan Si shrank into two real beans in an instant. The surface of the light golden real beans was covered with cracks, which seemed to be unusable, but they were not.

True beans have self-healing ability, they just need to be left alone for a period of time, and they can be restored to their original state. At that time, Yan San and Yan Si will be two intact Dao soldiers again.

Nascent Soul Ninth Floor Consummation Cultivator, with the sun in one hand and the Yin in the other, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a quasi-celestial being.It's no wonder that Qingping Yaojun couldn't see his true face when he used the method of backtracking.It's really a big difference in realm.

Eight real beans appeared in Yan Ping's hand, and they spilled out together.

The golden mist filled the air.

Yan Wu, Yan Twelve and other eight Taoist soldiers appeared.

"Strangle that Nascent Soul Ninth Floor Yuanman monk with all your strength."

"Follow the law!"

The great wheel of yin and yang shattered, and the sword energy in the air intertwined with the overflowing aura.

Lu Jianqiu looked solemn, watching the direction in which the two Nascent Soul Sword Immortals disappeared with vigilance.

"咻~", "咻~", "咻~".

Lu Jianqiu's pupils shrank suddenly, his scalp became numb, and Fa Xiang's hands played Yin and Yang again, but it was too late.

Eight beams of bright sword light came in an instant, carrying the sword energy overflowing from the air, and hit Lu Jianqiu.

Lu Jianqiu's magic robe swelled up, trying to block the eight sharp sword qi.

It's a pity that the Sword Immortal at the seventh level of Yuanying poured out all the sword energy in his body, and the sword he slashed out was so easy to block, let alone not one, but a full eight.

The top-quality magic robe lasted only a breath before it completely collapsed.

Lu Jianqiu's true energy erupted, forming a true energy barrier in front of him like a Tai Chi yin and yang fish.

The sword qi seemed to hit a solid shield, making a teeth-piercing creaking sound, and the eight beams of incomparably condensed sword qi light pushed Lu Jianqiu all the way to fly, flying thousands of feet away in an instant.

The beam of sword energy struck the Tai Chi Yin Yang fish like a drill, and after the four beams of sword energy were completely annihilated, the Tai Chi Yin Yang fish also collapsed.

The remaining four beams of sword energy fell on Lu Jianqiu's body. Lu Jianqiu vomited blood with a loud wow, the sword energy penetrated his chest and entered his body, and flowed in his body, disturbing the true vitality in his body.

Lu Jianqiu rolled and flew out, was repelled thousands of feet, and was severely injured.

He is strong, but two fists are no match for four hands, let alone more than four hands.

Yan Wu, Yan Twelve and the others lost all the sword energy in their bodies after a sword strike, and they returned to their real appearance, and were put away by Yan Ping who flew over.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lu Jianqiu spent a lot of effort, and finally forcibly suppressed the sword energy in his body.

Ten Nascent Soul Seventh Level Peak Sword Immortals!

Lu Jianqiu was shocked in his heart.

Could it be that the ten Nascent Soul Sword Immortals who shot at a disagreement were killers hired by the princes jointly?
There was a bit of bitterness in the corner of Lu Jianqiu's mouth, he never expected such a result, it seems that if he wants to send Baihu, Concubine De, and Xuan'er to the capital safely, he has to draw all his cards.

Thinking of this, Lu Jianqiu waved his hand.

Bang Dang~~~!

A black coffin crashed into the forest below.

The coffin boards flew up, and a tall figure in light armor sat up from the coffin, looked left and right, suddenly flew into the sky, and came to Lu Jianqiu.

"Xiao Lu, you interrupted my practice because that concubine de concubine couldn't satisfy you anymore, or you couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to have a good time with me."

The beauty with skin as clear as white jade stretched out her slender hands to caress the handsome face of the man in front of her.

The next moment he shrank back as if being stabbed by a needle, embroidered eyebrows slightly frowned, and said: "The sword energy has entered your body, you are injured."

Lu Jianqiu nodded and said: "I have encountered a strong enemy, and I need your help."

The beauty Bai Yu smiled and said: "Are you sure, you saved my life when you dug me out of the dead body. I promised to fight for you three times. I have already done it for you twice before. This is the last time, you are sure you want me to take action."

"determine."

This matter is related to whether he can become a deity and a celestial being. It is of great significance and must not be missed.

Watching Lu Jianqiu being injured and repelled by the eight beams of sword energy.

Everyone present was equally astonished.

Could it be that the ten Nascent Soul Seventh-level Peak Sword Immortals who appeared suddenly were the princes' successors?

Everyone present, no matter if it was Jindan Daoist or Nascent Soul Daoist, all trembled in their hearts.

Sure enough, the prince didn't have a good friend. He sent them a group of monks to snipe on the surface, but they still ambushed another group secretly. It was not considered inconsiderate.

"Friend Daoist, I'll wait to help you."

Many monks shot together, all kinds of spiritual weapons, and the magic light bombarded the ferry barrier, causing the ferry barrier to shake endlessly.

The [-] sergeants in the mountains and forests below shot up into the sky, and under the guidance of a Nascent Soul commander, they condensed into a huge blade of evil spirit, and slashed at the barrier.

Lu Jianqiu didn't know whether he was alive or dead, facing so many powerful enemies, Concubine De's complexion changed drastically, and her formation was chaotic, she hurriedly said: "Hurry up, line up to meet the enemy."

Disciple of Lu Jianqiu, the general of the two armies said: "Madam De Concubine, don't worry, Master is not dead, and Master still has his back."

backhand.

That's right, senior brother still has a backup.

That powerful former princess saved the lives of senior brothers twice.

This time, I will be able to turn the tide and kill these thieves.

Yan Ping stood on a big tree on the top of a mountain, his seven-orifice exquisite heart restrained his whole body breath, even if a cultivator came, he would not be able to see through him, he would only think that he was an ordinary scholar.

Under the attack of many monks, the barrier of the ferry finally collapsed. At this time, a blood red rushed over with a terrifying fist.

This breath, pure blood diamond.

Yan Ping's face changed slightly.

No, the pure-blooded King Kong still has corpse aura in its aura.

This is the vajra blood corpse transformed from the body of the pure-blooded vajra after his death. The killing power of the pure-blooded vajra is not weak.

Of course, there are also weaknesses. Although the vajra blood corpse is transformed after the death of a pure blood vajra, it is a kind of corpse monster and has been reduced to a first-class evil. It is naturally restrained by Buddhism, thunder and arrogance.

Yan Ping's face returned to calm. If it was a pure-blooded King Kong, he could only withdraw first and then call for helpers.

He has the top-level middle-grade magic weapon-level armor on his body. A pure-blooded King Kong can't kill him, but with his current ability, he can't deal with a pure-blooded King Kong.

However, the case of the Vajra Blood Corpse is another matter.

While thinking, Yan Ping waved his hands, Yan Yi and Yan Er turned into two sword lights and fell from the sky, turned back into two real beans and were put away by Yan Ping.

Almost at the same time, a blood cloud came over the ferry, stretching out hundreds of blood-colored arms from the clouds, shaking fists, the bloody hands clenched their fists, rushed at the Nascent Soul who couldn't avoid it, and the Jindan cultivator fell down.

"Boom~", "Boom~", "Boom~"

For example, the sound of watermelon being slammed by an iron hammer sounded one after another, 280 five Jindan monks were directly punched, and their bodies died.

A pure-blooded King Kong can only be rivaled by a sword cultivator of the ninth level of the Yuanying Perfection or a monster of a different species with the ninth level of the Yuanying Perfection.

The rest, even the thunder and fire monks of the same realm, can be killed.

Run, run, run!
None of the fallen Nascent Soul cultivators dared to fight back, and all used evasion techniques to escape.

It's a pity, facing a vajra blood corpse, they can escape if they want to.

"Blood Realm."

A cold female voice came from the blood cloud.

A huge and incomparably blood-colored enchantment spread out instantly, enveloping all the monks who wanted to escape.

Bang~~~~!

A Nascent Soul cultivator bumped his head into the scarlet barrier and bounced back.

"There is no way to escape. If you don't fight, you will die. If you fight, there is still a chance of survival."

"Fight!"

Many Nascent Soul cultivators have made up their minds, they are all old casual cultivators who have accumulated many years, once they make up their minds to fight to the death, they will not hold back.

A statue of Dharma appeared, charging towards the blood cloud with various spiritual weapons in hand.

At the same time, the Nascent Soul cultivator also used various means, and the lightning talisman, the fire talisman, and even the treasures of Haoran all rushed towards the blood cloud.

Then there are various spells. There are Nascent Soul monks who pick up a mountain and throw it at the blood cloud.

Boom boom boom~~~~~~~~!

The light of the Dharma permeated the air, and the blood energy swayed for dozens of miles.

There is a woman in the blood cloud who punches like a dragon, and her fists are full of heaven and earth. Many spells hit her body, even if her head is smashed, she can recover instantly.

This vajra blood corpse ignores all kinds of attacks, and only thunder and fire attacks can disperse it with fists.

The majestic Dharma appearance of monk Yuanying couldn't withstand her punches or kicks at all, and it would collapse with at most three punches.

In less than a stick of incense, all the Nascent Soul cultivators present were slaughtered by him.

Pure Blood King Kong!

This is the terrifying aspect of a pure-blooded King Kong.

It can only be powerful but cannot be killed, even the gods and gods can't really kill a pure-blooded King Kong.

There are only three ways to kill a pure-blooded King Kong.

The first is that the cultivator of Xuxu takes action to truly obliterate the pure blood King Kong from the soul to the body.

The second is to find a way to let the pure-blooded King Kong take the initiative to strip his soul from his body and destroy his soul.

The third is to make use of time. Pure blood King Kong also has a lifespan limit, allowing him to die of old age naturally.

The vajra blood corpse in front of him should have been killed by the second method.

The soul is destroyed but the body is immortal, and the corpse becomes a diamond blood corpse.

Of course, it doesn't mean that the desperate attacks of these Nascent Soul cultivators didn't make a difference, at least in Yan Ping's view, the blood energy of this woman's blood corpse has dropped by [-]%.

After all, she was just the corpse of a pure-blooded king after death. Although she had the killing power of a pure-blooded king, she was not a real pure-blooded king.

The blood cloud rolled and shrank, turning into a tall, curvaceous woman in light armor.

The woman stood in emptiness, looking coldly at the [-] soldiers below.

"Fall or die!"

These [-] soldiers are what Lu Jianqiu insisted on keeping, so she can do as she pleases. She naturally understands Lu Jianqiu's plan. His son Kang Wang will be Emperor Dafeng in the future. His son kept it.

Phew~~~~~!

Lu Jianqiu came against the wind, and after taking the healing elixir, the injuries on his body have been relieved, but the sword energy in his body is a problem, and he must find a sword cultivator whose cultivation base is at least the peak of the seventh level of Yuanying to help him peel it off.

Right now he can only suppress. In order to suppress the sword energy in his body, Lu Jianqiu is now waiting for a useless person who cannot use force. Fortunately, there is a blood corpse of Vajra, otherwise it might really capsize the gutter today.

Lu Jianqiu looked at the hesitant soldiers below, and said, "Fang Yuan, bring Haoran Wenhu over and show them."

"Yes, Master."

Fang Yuan, the chief general of the first army, flew over with the white fox in his hand.

Shrouded in true essence, under the pressure of the Nascent Soul monk, the white fox let out a painful roar and appeared in its original form. A ten-foot-sized white fox, with awe-inspiring aura rising from its body like smoke, even appeared on top of its head was a crown made of golden tattoos. The canopy formed by luck.

"Haoran Wenhu!"

The Nascent Soul General who commanded [-] soldiers exclaimed, and couldn't believe his eyes.

Haoran Wenhu can suppress the fate of a country, just like a sage who suppresses a country.

Obtaining Haoran Wenhu can extend the country for thousands of years.

Lu Jianqiu, the head of the Cultural Affairs Department of the Dafeng State, has been traveling for many years, looking for cultural activities, but he never thought that he would actually find top cultural activities.

No wonder, no wonder the princes who do not fight with each other on weekdays, wishing to beat their brains out, will let go of their old grievances, work together, and even spend a huge sum of money to buy the turtle breath formation. It turns out that everything is to prevent Lu Jianqiu from bringing Haoran Wenhu Go to the capital.

Lu Jianqiu said indifferently: "I don't need to say more about the role of Haoran Wenhu. You should all know it. As long as King Kang brings Haoran Wenhu to the capital to meet the emperor and other court officials, he will be promoted to the crown prince and become Emperor Dafeng successor."

"Why are you still hesitating? If you don't surrender, kneel down and pay respects to His Highness King Kang."

"They can survive without surrender."

A cold voice sounded.

Looking at the white clothes that suddenly appeared on the hill below, Lu Jianqiu felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Who is this person, when did he arrive, and why there is no movement at all.

There is another chapter, which is a three-thousand-word chapter if there is time, and a two-thousand-word chapter if there is no time.

(End of this chapter)