Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

"You know nothing about the power of the Eight Mirrors of Flying Light!"

Pinghai Hou snorted coldly, and the mysterious light in the Eight Mirrors of Flying Light danced, like a stream of carp crossing the river.

The sword dragon that was about to approach became broken in the mysterious light until it disappeared completely.

Zhang Xuan consumed 90% of his spiritual power, and the eight innate Dao marks he cast were broken just like that.

"Puff--"

Zhang Xuan was backfired and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Die!"

Pinghai Hou roared, and several mysterious lights shot towards Zhang Xuan.

These mysterious lights were extremely fast, making it impossible to dodge.

"Accumulated Thunder Star Method!"

Zhang Xuan roared.

Twenty formation flags in his hand, and three formation plates emerged.

The formation pattern flowed and turned into the Bagua pattern.

From the Bagua pattern, several golden divine thunders jumped out.

"Boom, boom..."

The surrounding explosions were everywhere.

The mysterious light and the golden divine thunder intertwined, and the residual power blew several second-level locusts and several foundation-building monks into powder.

Fortunately, Zhang Xuan was wearing a thousand-scale armor.

Otherwise, he could not withstand such a strong aftermath of the explosion.

The mysterious light dissipated, and Pinghai Hou saw that Zhang Xuan actually ignored it, and his face showed resentment.

"Good boy, I want to see how many golden divine thunders you have collected!"

Pinghai Hou injected his demonic energy into the eight-sided flying light mirror, gathering more mysterious light.

A Bagua map floated above Zhang Xuan's head.

The golden divine thunder in the Bagua map flowed down like a waterfall, protecting Zhang Xuan inside.

When the mysterious light approached, it was all destroyed by the golden divine thunder.

At this time, whether it was a second-level locust or a foundation-building monk, they stayed away from the battle circle of these third-level locusts to avoid being strangled by the residual power.

The battle between the second-level locusts and the foundation-building monks was extremely tragic.

A second-level locust had its legs chopped off, but it still attacked forward.

The cultivator who had taken the Earth Soul Golden Pill also had a resolute look on his face.

He knew that behind him was the Fairy Cat Valley.

Once the Fairy Cat Valley was broken, what awaited him was death.

In the face of the great terror of death, he aroused a great will to survive.

The black mass of first-level locusts, hundreds of millions, also rushed towards the Fairy Cat Valley.

Tens of thousands of Qi-refining cultivators in the Fairy Cat Valley, either holding talismans or using formations, blocked these low-level locusts outside.

"Kill--"

"Kill--"

"Kill--"

The whole Fairy Cat Valley was filled with shouts of killing.

The ground was covered with broken limbs, and the sky was stained with blood.

At this time, the blood tide around Fan Zhiyi, Ziyuan Zhenren and the third-level spirit clam became thicker and thicker.

These blood tides, like dense bloodworms, broke through the true essence protection and stuck to their bodies.

Fortunately, their bodies were strong.

These bloodworms could not do anything to them for a while.

However, more and more bloodworms poured in.

Ten thousand insects devoured their bodies.

Once the bloodworms transformed by the blood tides drill into the body, even gods cannot save them.

The small thunder talisman in the hands of Ziyuan Zhenren flashed continuously, and thunders fell one after another.

The bloodworms around him were crushed.

Fan Zhiyi's true essence was injected into the seven-star fork, and the seven stars circled the moon, crushing these bloodworms.

The third-level spiritual clam used the great method of creation, and the dense bloodworms were sucked into the clam beads as nutrients.

Ping Yehou was not in a hurry, and used the blood tides to trap them and slowly consume them.

Time was on his side.

As long as the battle on Ping Tianhou's side was dragged out, killing these people would be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables for Ping Tianhou.

At this time, the blood dragon transformed by the Eighteen Swords of the Dragon was rushing left and right in the Eighteen Hells.

In addition to evil ghosts and hellfire, there are also knife mountains, stone mills, blood pools, etc.

The blood dragon is composed of eighteen blood demon swords through a mysterious formation, which is extremely strong.

However, the Eighteen Hells are extremely dangerous, and even the Blood Dragon can easily get lost in them.

The Blood Dragon just dodged the knife shadows on the knife mountain and fell into the stone mill again.

The huge stone mill of heaven and earth squeaked and kept turning.

The huge body of the Blood Dragon made a "squeaking" sound in the stone mill.

"We must leave here as soon as possible, let's break it together!"

Zhang Dawu roared, and everyone injected spiritual power into the Blood Demon Sword.

"Roar——"

The Blood Dragon let out a long roar, escaped from the crushing of the stone mill, and mistakenly entered the blood pool again.

The blood pool rolled and exuded a corrosive breath.

Once a cultivator fell into the blood pool, he would definitely be corroded without leaving any residue.

After the eighteen Blood Demon Swords entered the blood pool, they were not corroded, but swallowed and drank the corrosive blood in the blood pool into the magic sword.

Outside, Zhang Xuan was protected by the golden divine thunder gathered by the Ji Lei Xing Fa, and the mysterious light shot out by the Fei Guang Eight Mirrors could not do anything to him at all.

Ji Lei Xing Fa has been collecting golden divine thunder in the shelter of Xianmao Cave for more than half a month.

Although there are a lot of golden divine thunder accumulated in the formation.

However, if it continues like this, these golden divine thunders will eventually run out.

Moreover, he feels that the connection with the Wushen Temple is getting weaker and weaker. It is afraid that it will not take long for the shadow of Ping Tianhou transformed by the Wushen Temple to disappear.

Once Ping Tianhou is free, the cultivators of Xianmao Valley will die.

Although he is anxious, he really has no better way to break the situation.

Pinghaihou's Feiguang Eight Mirrors are too powerful.

It beat Zhang Xuan so hard that he can only defend.

At this moment, Zhang Dawu's Yulong Eighteen Swords formation has changed.

After the eighteen blood demon swords devoured the blood in the blood pool of the Eighteen Hells, their power has become even stronger.

"Roar——"

The blood dragon roared, and it seemed that it was about to tear the Eighteen Hells Map apart.

At this time, Pingdi Hou was also a little anxious.

The Eighteen Hells Map was his innate magical power. Once it was broken, he would also be attacked.

"We must not let that blood dragon out."

Pingdi Hou had a fierce look on his face, and the Eighteen Hells Map continued to expand, like a net falling from the sky.

The locusts and monks below who did not have time to escape were all collected in the Eighteen Hells Map.

The Eighteen Hells Map quickly refined these locusts and monks, leaving only the evil ghost spirits.

These evil ghost spirits roared and flew towards the blood dragon, grabbed the blood dragon's scales and began to bite.

The blood dragon's body was flashing with red blades, and the evil ghost spirits were cut by the red blades.

However, these evil ghost spirits were still fearless and bit the blood dragon's body unyieldingly, constantly consuming the spiritual power of the monk who set up the formation.

"Roar——"

The blood dragon's body continued to struggle, but more and more evil ghost spirits surged around.

Zhang Xuan looked at the Eighteen Hells in astonishment, harvesting the lives of all the creatures around indiscriminately, and felt sorry for it.

He shouted to the Fairy Cat Valley monks: "Get away from the Eighteen Hells quickly, don't be taken in, this Eighteen Hells is very evil, a bit like the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner."

The Fairy Cat Valley monks knew the danger, and they stayed away from the Eighteen Hells one by one.

The second-level locusts were relentless, and many were taken into the Eighteen Hells.

However, Pingdi Hou didn't care at all.

As long as the Fairy Cat Valley was taken, sacrificing a few second-level locusts was nothing.

The second-level locusts turned into the evil ghost spirits in the Eighteen Hells and might play a greater role.

The Eighteen Hells continued to refine the surrounding creatures.

Some Qi-refining monks who didn't have time to escape were also taken in.