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

This scene was very strange. After watching it for a while, the two of them noticed something.

What they didn't know was that they were on the ground a hundred feet above the two of them.

Huahua Taisui, Hong Jiuzhen and the cat demon were looking at the giant tree thousands of feet tall in front of them.

A huge human face appeared in front of the giant tree. It was a face that looked like a mix of male and female. It was a bit coquettish, a bit cold, and looked very complicated.

It looked at the three people in front of it and said disdainfully: "Cat demon, how dare you betray me? Do you know what will happen to you?"

The cat demon looked at it and suddenly shouted hysterically: "Yes, I just betrayed you. I have had enough of your control a long time ago. Destroy it. You should have died. I hate you, I hate you to death."

With a "pop" sound, a tree branch came towards the cat demon.

Huahua Taisui pointed out, and a golden light hit the branch and immediately broke it.

The huge face frowned and said: "What a powerful skill, but you are still a cultivator in the Hedao stage. Are you too self-righteous? Do you think that at this level of cultivation, you can eliminate me?"

Huahua Taisui sneered and said: "Tree demon, if you know the current affairs, hand over your treasure skills. Maybe I will consider that your cultivation is not easy, so I will just abolish your cultivation so that you can survive."

"Based magic, hahaha, despicable human being, it turns out that this is your purpose, so I'm going to disappoint you. I don't have any precious magic here."

"Dryad, your body is nothing more than an ordinary tree. How is it possible that your body is immortal for thousands of years? If my guess is correct, you must have acquired some extraordinary skills and practice to be like this. Don't be obsessed. Just because you, a tree demon, can't change the world, I think you still don't know how powerful the combined monk is."

"Hmph, in these ten thousand years, I, Vajra Bodhisattva {name of tree demon}, have never seen any form. Wanting my things is simply a dream."

Huahua Taisui snorted, opened his mouth, and spit out a ball of red light.

He looked at the red light and said: "Since you are so ignorant of praise, I will let you see my magic weapon that makes me famous, the Thirteen Soul-Destroying Needles."

He waved his hand, and the red light suddenly turned into thirteen red flying needles one inch long and as thick as a little finger.

"Ji" he shouted loudly, and the flying needle rolled away like a dragon and snake.

The tree demon was not afraid at all. Its body trembled, and suddenly a black figure came out of the tree.

I saw that the figure had a bald head, no hair, and there were nine ring scars on it.

The figure became clearer and clearer, and finally it looked like a monk. He was wearing a robe and a brocade cassock. A light flashed on his head, and a five-Buddha crown appeared and was clasped on his head.

Watching him move his hand again, a Zen staff suddenly appeared in his hand.

As soon as he waved his Zen staff, Buddha's light filled the sky, and a layer of seven-colored light appeared in front of him. The thirteen flying needles were immediately nailed to the spot and could not move.

"Hey" Huahua Taisui didn't expect this guy to have such magical powers.

Suddenly he moved his hand and his finger gestures changed again. The flying needles retreated and formed a formation around him.

"Look at my little flying flower formation."

In the blink of an eye, the flying needle turned into countless red threads and was cut towards the monk.

The monk was not afraid, his eyes widened in anger, and the Buddha's name came out of his mouth: "Amitabha, if you want to kill me, you are not worthy."

Then he swung the Zen staff, and a buzzing sound sounded from the Zen staff. Then the Zen staff turned into a golden flying dragon and bit the flying needles.

For a while, the two of them were evenly matched in their duel.

And deep underground, Qingfeng felt a familiar feeling looking at the trapped golden light for some reason.

With a thought in his heart, he asked Ziyu to get out of the way.

Then I saw him punching the cage.

There was a loud bang, and the trees were immediately shattered by his blow. After all, the power of more than 10 million kilograms was no joke, not even a big mountain could withstand such a punch.

Immediately, there was a gap in the cage that could fit a person through.

Qingfeng looked at this scene and was about to dig in. Unexpectedly, the tree roots suddenly started to shake, and in the blink of an eye, countless tree roots sprouted and filled the gap.

Qingfeng frowned, not expecting it to be like this. He clenched his fist and struck again.

Above, Huahua Taisui was fighting fiercely, and suddenly the tree demon shouted: "Okay, you despicable guys, how dare you steal my treasure like this."

With that said, he was about to return to the trees. Although Huahua Taisui didn't understand what he said, how could he let him leave again.

Suddenly his body flashed and blocked his return, with thirteen flying needles flying around him.

Just listen to his cold voice: "It's not that easy to leave."

The tree demon now knows that someone is stealing his treasure at the root of the tree. Although he is anxious, the guy in front of him is also very difficult to fight. He cannot escape at all, so he can only fight hard.

It's just that he is ruthless in his moves and hopes to end the battle quickly, but this Huahua Taisui is not someone to be trifled with, so how can he get what he wants.

Qingfeng punched out one punch after another, but the tree roots gathered more and more.

In anger, Qingfeng stretched out his left hand and saw light flashing in his palm. With a bang, a ray of light spurted out from his palm.

Out of desperation, he took out the Annihilation Palm, which he had never used before. This technique was made by absorbing moonlight in his left hand for many years. It condensed huge energy. He only knew about it by accident.

So in a rage, he didn't think anything and just beat him out.

If Qingfeng was awake at this moment, he would definitely feel distressed. Why? It was because he had not been willing to use this move for many years, because this move needed to absorb countless moonlight power to form. If he used this move, he might lose decades of skills.

Fortunately, Qingfeng was still trying to control the palm technique, and only consumed one-fifth of the energy in it.

And everything was destroyed when the light passed. The cage formed by the tree roots was instantly destroyed, and all was beaten into ashes by this palm.

It wanted to condense and form again, but it was too late.

Qingfeng walked forward quickly and grabbed the golden light.

With the golden light in his hand, he immediately dodged to the side. He looked at the golden light and always felt a sense of déjà vu.

Before he could think about it, the golden light actually flashed a few times and flew into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Then he saw it flying towards the little man of spiritual consciousness and flew into its brain.

The little man's eyes widened immediately, and a powerful force stretched out, and countless divine swords penetrated his body. With a light click, the soul chain was finally cut off by the little man.

Qingfeng's memories came back in an instant.

At this moment, he said in even greater shock: "The Secret Scroll of the Heavenly Book."