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

Chapter 210
Fei Tianmao froze at high altitude and flew rapidly.

Suddenly, a huge coercion descended, as if a giant hammer from the sky hit him on the head.

Buzz buzz~~~!

His mind was trembling, his mind was buzzing, Flying Hair stiffened like a bird that had lost its wings and fell from the sky, smashing into the ground, before he could recover, a flying sword fell straight down, cutting off his head, His soul was nailed to death.

The suet jade color is magnificent!
The one who attacked him was a Confucianism cultivator with mutton fat jade and courage. This was Fei Tian Mao Zang's last thought.

With a light tap of Yan Ping's index finger, the flying sword swirled, like a knife cutting tofu, split Fei Tian Mao's tough body, and scraped Fei Tian's heart.

Grabbing it with his right hand, drops of blood secreted from the heart, flew up and was refined into heart blood, and fell into the porcelain bottle on the palm of his left hand.

Before leaving, Yan Ping slapped his backhand, and under the palm prints condensed with awe-inspiring energy, Flying Mao Zong's powerful body, which was slightly better than the iron-bone King Kong warrior, instantly turned into fly ash, blowing into the distance with the wind in the mountains .

Yan Ping dissipated with a bang, turning into a white rainbow and fleeing.

clap clap clap!
Dark clouds overwhelmed the top, the weather in the mountains changed suddenly, and the cold, wet, heavy rain poured down, hitting the mountain road and splashing countless water splashes.

"Fellow Daoist, here."

Jiang Lei's voice came over.

Yan Ping looked down, and saw this guy sitting cross-legged under a boulder protruding from the cliff. His face was pale, the subcutaneous blood vessels were faintly black, and his lips were like black pearls. Obviously, the flying poison in his body had already disappeared. It spread.

Yan Ping fell down and threw the porcelain bottle to the Taoist priest of Qingling Temple.

"Fei Tianmao's heartache, I brought it for you."

Jiang Lei caught the porcelain vase, "It's true, it's a flying hair jerk."

The young man in white in front of him, at such a young age, doesn't look like a monk who can kill Fei Tian Mao Zong.

Yan Ping said, "Whether it's true or not, you'll know if you open the porcelain bottle and have a look."

Jiang Lei opened the porcelain vase, his complexion changed slightly.

As soon as he smelled it, he knew that the porcelain bottle contained Fei Tian Mao Zong's heart and soul.

The young man in white in front of him actually had the strength to kill Fei Tian Mao Zong, and he did it quickly.

He just went back and forth, and it didn't take him long to burn the incense.

Only the crushing of absolute strength can do it.

Golden Core cultivator of the upper three realms!

This young man in white is at least a Jindan cultivator of the upper third realm above the seventh level of Jindan!
Jiang Lei got up and bowed, "Thank you, fellow daoist! I, Jiang Lei, do you know your name?"

"Yan Ping."

"Yan Daoyou, I, Jiang Lei, owe you my life! From now on, wherever you are useful to me, Jiang Lei, just ask."

Yan Ping waved his hands and said: "There is no need to do this, it's just a matter of little effort."

Phew~~~~~!

A flash of light appeared, flew far away, paused, turned back and landed.

"Brother!"

The person who came was a female Taoist nun. Her loose Taoist robe could not conceal her exquisite and concave curves, her face was delicate, and her appearance was beautiful.

Well, accomplished nuns are rarely ugly.

Except for those who don't care about the skin, the vast majority of female cultivators are nourished by spiritual energy all year round during the process of cultivation, and their physical bodies will fine-tune themselves.

Seeing Jiang Lei's miserable appearance, the female nun couldn't help shedding tears, "Brother, everyone said that you don't want to come to Yingu Mountain alone, but you just want to come alone. It's okay now, you have been poisoned by the corpse." !"

"Ahem, Junior Sister, I have the antidote, this corpse poison can't do anything to me."

Jiang Lei seemed to be quite afraid of his junior sister, so he quickly raised the porcelain bottle and shook it.

The nun's nose buzzed and she sniffed lightly.

This, this is Fei Tian Mao Zang's brainchild!

Although the senior brother's cultivation base is much higher than hers, if he is facing a Flying Hair Zong, he will definitely not be able to defeat him.

How could it be possible to get so many Feitian hairs?

Jiang Lei seemed to see the doubt in the younger sister's eyes, and introduced: "Junior sister, this is Daoyou Yan. It was Daoyou Yan who shot and killed that Feitian Maozhu, and helped me get Feitian Maozhu's heart."

Only then did the nun find a young man in white standing beside her.

Surprised, she didn't feel it.

What does this mean? It means that the cultivation of this young man in white is much higher than hers, and his aura is restrained so well that he completely deceived her perception.

Hearing from the senior brother that he beheaded Fei Tian Mao Zong, the Taoist nun confirmed her suspicion that this young man in white was definitely an old senior, a powerful man with profound cultivation.

"Thank you senior for saving my brother."

The female Taoist made a bow.

"Hands up."

Jiang Lei was poisoned for a short period of time, and the corpse poison had only circulated in the blood and hadn't penetrated into the bone marrow, so he only took a drop of Feitian Maozhi's heart blood, and all the corpse poison in his body was eliminated.

Jiang Lei's condition quickly returned to its peak after taking the sect's healing holy medicine given by his junior sister and using his kung fu to adjust his breath.

Jiang Lei stood up and said, "Junior Sister, since you are here, you must have brought the treasure of our sect of Qingling Temple, let's go, set off to the graveyard, it has been 300 years, and it is time to end the relationship between our ancestors and the flying hair." The grievances of the Zombie Clan."

"Yes, brother."

Jiang Lei said: "Friend Yan Daoist, this time we enter the graveyard, we must face the Yinbone Demon King. Although there is a sect treasure that can suppress the Flying Hairy Clan, the Yinbone Demon King will definitely not stand still. If we really fight, we may be very difficult to take care of." Your safety is at the top of your mind, so, Yan Daoyou might as well wait here for news from us."

Yan Ping smiled and said: "Jiang Daoyou, don't worry, if I dare to come to Yingu Mountain, I have the confidence to get out alive."

"This...well, after entering the graveyard, Yan Daoyou must be careful and pay attention to your own safety." Seeing that he couldn't convince Yan Ping, Jiang Lei could only give up.

In the center of the cemetery, under a crypt.

The Yin Qi here is so thick that it is almost condensed into a liquid state.

The crypt is very large, and hundreds of coffins are distributed in a fan shape and placed on the ground.

The thick Yin Qi liquid was sucked in through the cracks in the coffin, and then spit out again, as if the coffin could breathe.

Obviously, the zombies inside are practicing.

This is the old lair of the Yin Bone Demon King. After more than 300 years of hard work, he turned an ordinary crypt into an excellent place for raising corpses.

The hundreds of zombies in the coffin, without exception, are all flying hairy zombies, and the three most powerful among them are about to evolve to the level of flying red zombies.

At the top of the fan-shaped coffin array, there is a huge bronze coffin. Under the huge bronze coffin, there are three ancient bronze coffins that are slightly smaller.

In the huge coffin, the one sleeping is the Yin Bone Demon King.

Sleeping in the three small bronze coffins were the three Flying Hairy Zombies who were about to evolve into Flying Red Zombies.

All the rest sleeping in the sarcophagus were Flying Hairy Zombies.

Suddenly, with a bang, the coffin lid of the huge bronze coffin flew out.

Wisps of red evil spirit overflowed, a zombie with a height of one foot, purple eyes, a ferocious face, and red hair all over slowly floated up, standing in the void.

"Hahaha, 300 years, 300 years, I, Zhao Luan, have finally waited for this moment, hahaha, I have finally cultivated the Flying Red Zombie, and with the help of Red Lotus, Taoist Qingling, the big formation you set up can no longer be trapped Stop me."

It turned out that Taoist Honglian sent him a voice transmission just now, saying that all the materials for breaking the formation had been prepared, and that he, the mountain god of Yingu Mountain, was only needed to be there, and he could break the formation by mobilizing the spirit energy of mountains and rivers of Yingu Mountain.

"Kill, kill, kill, I want to start a big killing ring and kill everyone in the world, hahaha~"

Flying red and stiff, um, the Yinbone Demon King looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Almost at the same time, bang bang bang, three bangs, the coffin lids of the three small bronze coffins also flew out, and from inside floated three zombies with half black and half red hair, and black and red aura around their bodies.

They are three semi-finished flying red zombies!
"Lord of the mountain!"

The three semi-finished Feitian Hongzang knelt down in front of Zhao Luan.

Zhao Luan waved his hand, bang bang bang, the coffin lids of one hundred and eight sarcophagi in the crypt flew out together.

Boom boom boom, zombies flew out one by one, a total of one hundred and eight, all of them were flying hairy zombies comparable to golden core third-tier monks.

"Mountain Lord."

Many flying hairs knelt together and roared loudly.

"Go, break the formation with me!"

The mountain road was muddy, and the rainwater slapped down like broken beads and fell on the ground, splashing one after another.

However, as it continued to deepen, the Yin Qi in the surrounding air became heavier and heavier.

Being in it is like being trapped in a quagmire, making it difficult to move an inch.

Seeing this, Jiang Lei signaled Yan Ping and the others to stop, frowned and said, "The Yinbone Demon King has awakened, and is mobilizing the mountain and water aura of Yinbone Mountain. He is trying to break the formation!"

"Junior Sister, Qiankun Bagua Mirror!"

"Yes, brother!"

The nun's left hand was on the storage bag at her waist.

A simple gossip mirror flew out and landed in Jiang Lei's hands.

Jiang Lei pinched Fa Jue with his hand, bit his finger, and wiped it on the gossip mirror.

The gossip mirror burst into dazzling golden light, flew up and hovered over the heads of the three people, and a golden gossip halo covered the three people.

zizizi~
As soon as the golden light of the Taoist school, which is just reaching the yang, comes into contact with the yin, it makes a sizzling sound.

White smoke rose, and in front of the golden light of the Taoist magic weapon, the viscous yin energy around was instantly forced back.

Quasi magic weapon!
Yan Ping nodded secretly in his heart, this gossip mirror turned out to be a quasi-magic weapon.

Possessing a quasi-magic weapon, this Qingling Temple is at least a third-rank sect.

The three continued to move forward, about 1000 meters forward, Jiang Lei stopped again, and said solemnly: "This is it, go further, and you will enter the central area of ​​the graveyard."

The female Taoist said nonchalantly: "Senior brother, I brought three important treasures of the sect out this time, and I'm afraid that the flying hair will be dry, and the flying hair will never be able to turn the waves."

Jiang Lei shook his head and said: "Don't underestimate the enemy, the flying hair is stiff, it is not so easy to deal with, especially in this Yingu mountain filled with yin, otherwise, 300 years ago, the Yingu Demon King would have been used by my master to attract lightning The talisman was killed."

As he said that, Jiang Lei looked at the strong yin energy around him, and said with a serious face: "300 years have passed now, after 300 years of cultivation, that Flying Hairy Zombie is definitely stronger, maybe it has already advanced to the level of Flying Red Zombie Level up!"

"Okay, brother, I won't underestimate the enemy!"

Jiang Lei nodded and said, "Junior Sister, Yan Daoyou, protect me. I want to cast a spell to lure the Yinbone Demon King out."

"Yes! Senior Brother!"

Hearing that Jiang Lei wanted to do something, the nun hurriedly took off the long cloth bag on her back and handed it over.

Three important treasures of the sect.

It should be three quasi-magic weapons, Yan Ping is not in a hurry to make a move, he is going to see the power of Jiang Lei's great treasures, if Jiang Lei can destroy the Yinbone Demon King, it would be best, so as to save him from doing it.

Jiang Lei took the long cloth bag handed by his junior sister and untied it, revealing a mahogany sword.

This is a scarlet mahogany sword, three feet long, with runes all over the body.

With the hilt down, on the top of the sword body, there are two characters engraved in seal script: Zhan Xie.

Slashing Evil Sword, the most important treasure of the Eight Great Towns of Qinglingguan, ranks second, and is the sword of the masters of all dynasties.

Go up to kill demons, go down to eliminate demons!
For thousands of years, I don't know how much blood of demons and ghosts I have drank, full of murderous aura, it is a veritable killing sword.

Jiang Lei sat on the ground, with the Slaying Evil Sword across his knees, pinching the Magic Jue with his hands, and chanting the Slaying Demon and Subduing Demon Mantra.

Following Jiang Lei's chanting, the Slashing Evil Sword, the blade of the sword glowed with red and gold light, and with a whoosh sound, it flew up in the air and stood above Jiang Lei's head.

"Slaying Evil Sword, Slaying Demons and Eliminating Demons, let me go!"

Jiang Lei suddenly opened his eyes, squeezed the sword in his hands, and pointed forward to cut.

Whoosh!
I saw that the sword of Zhanxie, the golden and red rays of light on the body of the sword surged, turned into a stream of two colors, and shot towards the top of the mountain.

White smoke rose up, and where the Zhanxie Sword passed, the Yin Qi barrier melted like cheese irradiated by the sun, and was pierced layer by layer by the Zhanxie Sword!

A monstrous murderous aura and Taoist aura of slaying demons and subduing demons permeated the entire graveyard!

As soon as Zhao Luan flew out of the crypt with a group of flying Mao Zong, he sensed a monstrous murderous aura and an aura that he had never forgotten in 800 years.

He frowned and looked up.

He saw a red and gold streamer shooting down towards him from the sky.

Evil Slaying Sword!
It turned out to be the Evil Slaying Sword of Qingling Temple!

Could it be that there is an expert in Qingling Temple who knows that I have made a breakthrough and came to slay demons and subdue demons?
Zhao Luan suddenly laughed out loud as he thought about it.

"Hahaha, if it was 300 years ago, Taoist Qingling held the evil sword, I would still be afraid of it, but now I have become a flying red body, don't say you are a mere Maoshan junior, you are Qingling Taoist In the next life, I can't do anything!"

Looking at the Zhanxie sword that was slashing down at him, Zhao Luan snorted coldly and clenched his hands into fists. In the entire Yinbone Mountain, streams of red evil spirit rose up, and finally condensed in his fist Up, punch out.

when!
Zhao Luan's fist wrapped in evil energy collided with Zhanxie sword, making a metallic bang!
After a second of stalemate, Zhanxie Sword let out a mournful cry, and the blade flew out backwards.

He was thrown flying by Zhao Luan's punch.

Almost at the moment when the Zhanxie Sword was smashed into the air.

Jiang Lei, who was sitting on the ground, spat out a big mouthful of blood with a wow.

"Brother, what's the matter with you, are you okay!"

The nun was shocked and stepped forward to support Jiang Lei.

With a whoosh, the Zhanxie Sword flew back and landed on the ground. The golden and red light on the sword's body dimmed a lot.

"Slaying Evil Sword, Slashing Evil Sword has actually been suppressed!"

Jiang Lei turned pale with shock, then thought of something, and shouted: "Oops, that Flying Hairy Zombie has really become a Flying Red Zombie!"

"What, Flying Red Zombie!"

The nun was also shocked.

Flying Mao Zong, Fei Tian Red Zombie, Fei Tian Purple Zombie... Under normal circumstances, Fei Tian Mao Zong needs to practice for 1000 years before he can advance to the next level.

The nun was surprised and said: "Brother, it's only been 300 years, how did Feitian Maozhun evolve into Feitian Hongzhi? How, how is this possible?"

Jiang Lei smiled wryly and said: "This is a cemetery. For 300 years, it has been nourished by Yin Qi all the year round. There must be a place for raising corpses on the top of the mountain!"

Jiang Lei frowned tightly as he spoke, and said, "Fei Tian Hong Zang is ten times stronger than Fei Tian Mao Zang. It seems that it will be difficult for us to kill Fei Tian Hong Zang this time!"

The female Taoist also frowned, but then opened it again, saying: "Brother, don't be discouraged, we hold three important treasures, it's not certain who will win the deer!"

(End of this chapter)