A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

Fortunately, Qingfeng picked up the bell at the critical moment, otherwise, he would have been injured.

At this time, I saw a cloud of black smoke falling and turning into a thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

"Heifeng, why are you here? Do you think you look down on me?" Lihu's voice was a little warm and angry.

"Huh, my lord ordered us to fight quickly. Is it possible that we will have to fight for a few hours?"

Split Tiger snorted coldly and stopped talking. He actually joined forces with the black wind to attack.

Qingfeng was also helpless at this moment. He didn't dare to use all his skills. The two people opposite him were top masters in foundation building, so they had to force him to keep retreating.

Elsewhere, Yu Zixin led everyone to the outside of the formation. At this time, she saw something she took out, which was a green light group.

She was seen using countless mysterious spells on this object, and then she was seen hitting the object on the formation with one palm.

Surprisingly, a small hole was instantly eroded by the green light group in the formation, allowing one person to pass through.

Yu Zixin didn't think about it, so she got in along there, and then a dozen people behind her also entered together.

But in a moment, the formation was closed again and became complete.

Situ Qiumin and others were discovered by a group of demon sect disciples, and they were fighting hard at this moment.

With a scream of "Ah...", Situ Qiumin's other uncle was also hacked to death.

"I will fight with you"

Situ Qiujie rushed forward with red eyes. Unfortunately, he came back just as quickly as he left. He was kicked back and fell to the ground, with blood gushing out from his mouth.

"younger brother"

"grandson"

"Humph, you ignorant young man, go to hell."

He heard one of the demon sect disciples shout softly and hit him with a palm.

Everyone saw a huge black handprint hitting him, and it was about to fall on him. If he was hit, he would definitely die.

Soon enough, a figure suddenly rushed over and protected Situ Qiujie.

"puff……"

The old woman's blood sprayed all over Situ Qiujie's face.

"Grandma" Situ Qiujie's eyes were splitting red, and he felt an unprecedented anger filling his body.

"I'm going to kill you." At this moment, Situ Qiujie's eyes were filled with blood.

"Ah...the heavenly swords are united, and the ten thousand swords are coming to the sect."

"Brother, don't..."

"boom……"

At this moment, I saw Situ Qiujie actually pulling something out from his back. The object was very red and it was none other than his spine.

It turns out that this boy has a sword bone, and he is a rare sword master. Originally, the sword bone has not been completely formed and has been being cultivated. However, this time when grandma is on the verge of death, Situ Qiujie is actually possessed by a demon for a moment. Who cares? of many.

As soon as the sword bone came out, he was transported out of his family's Supreme Sword Technique, and the sword flew out.

The sky is filled with bloody flying swords. This sword is indestructible and cannot break anything.

The three demon sect disciples on the opposite side felt an overwhelming force coming towards them. Before they could fight back, they were pierced by a sword and exploded to death.

"Xiaojie"

Situ Qiu Min ran over immediately. Situ Qiujie relied on a breath of blood and the power accumulated in the sword bones for many years to jump to the next level and kill. At this moment, his resentment subsided, and his whole body was sore and weak, and he was about to collapse.

Fortunately, at this moment, he was supported by his sister, who helped him put the sword bone back into his body, but the pain was so unbearable that he almost fainted.

He persisted, fearing that he would not be able to see his grandma for the last time after passing out.

Fortunately, he endured it and waited for Situ Qiumin to help him come to his grandmother's side.

The old woman is already taking in too much air and letting out too little.

"Grandma" Situ Qiujie's face was filled with tears, as if she had forgotten the pain.

With tears in her eyes, the old woman looked at her two grandchildren with reluctant eyes.

She raised a trembling hand, touched Situ Qiujie's face, and said with trembling lips: "Xiao...Xiaojie, you should...grow up...listen to...sister...speak... Don’t do it in…any…any…”

Her hand fell weakly, with reluctance and expectation.

"Ah...grandma, I am no longer willful, no longer willful..."

Situ Qiujie

"ah……"

He roared, and the wound suddenly burst open. He felt that his eyesight went black, and he didn't know anything anymore.

Situ Qiumin shed tears continuously. Seeing her brother pass out again, she felt unspeakable pain in her heart.

But she knew that she had to be strong. If she couldn't hold on, death might be the only thing waiting for them.

"Brother Qingfeng, where have you been?"

Looking up, there were sounds of fighting everywhere, but there were also loud explosions, and there was no sign of the breeze.

At this moment, Qingfeng was so anxious that he suddenly roared and used the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique. As soon as this technique was released, countless demonic energies surrounded him, making him look like a demon god.

"You are?" Black Wind exclaimed.

Before he could finish speaking, Qingfeng shouted: "Go to hell"

As soon as the magic power came out, the place suddenly became dark. When the magic energy dissipated, the two people on the ground were actually sucked out of the magic power, and their eyes were frightened to death.

When Sirius saw this scene, he felt a little unbelievable.

"It's a pity that such a talented disciple who is not a disciple of my sect is still against us. It would be better to kill him earlier."

As he said that, he actually saw him saying to behind him: "Yuanlong, go kill him."

This is a man who looks like a scholar. No one would have thought that he is actually a disciple of the Demon Sect and a disciple who has formed a demonic elixir.

"Disciple, obey."

As he said this, the man's figure flashed and disappeared.

Qingfeng killed the two men and immediately swallowed a pill, feeling much better.

But before he could think about it, he was immediately startled and jumped to the side.

With a "Puff" sound, a magic sword was punched into the place where he had just been standing.

Then a figure slowly appeared, and with a movement of his fingers, the magic sword was sucked back by him and began to swim back and forth around his body.

"Such agility. A small Qi Condensation disciple actually forced me to come out and kill you. You are so proud of me."

Boy, remember, the one who killed you is the scholar with the evil sword. "

Qingfeng looked at him and snorted coldly, but in his heart he felt as if ten thousand grass and mud horses were running past. These demons have killed small and big ones, and there is no end. How can I, a little monk like me, keep my anger away?

Before he could think about it, the Evil Sword Scholar had already moved his wrist, and the flying sword struck him with a clear sound.

This person's golden elixir cultivation is not comparable to that of those foundation-building disciples. The golden elixir's mana is thick, and every blow he sends is powerful. Although Qingfeng's power can still have some advantages, it is a pity that his mana is a major drawback. For now, he can only use it as a weapon. Break it with force.

At this moment, in order to save his life, he could only use Xuantian's twenty-four sticks. Even so, he was slowly at a disadvantage.