Cultivating Immortality: Taking on the cause and taking over the result, fellow Taoists, help me!

There was no time for Ling Feng to think.

Lu Ming pulled his hands forward, and a blood-red crescent-shaped scimitar emerged.

"Cut!"

The blade cut through the air with a sharp hissing sound, and rushed straight to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng endured his physical weakness and quickly pinched out a spell to put a layer of protective light shield on himself.

However, his energy and spirit were exhausted at this time, and there was a gap in strength.

When the blood knife chopped down, the thin light shield was broken in an instant.

"Ah——"

Ling Feng screamed and flew backwards.

A knife mark was deeply revealed on the chest of a magic weapon inner armor on his body.

The inner armor was dim and almost broken.

Ling Feng swallowed the blood foam in his mouth and was about to get up.

But he saw a black thunder hand in the void began to condense, and the green ghost flame also merged into it.

Thunder and fire are the main killer!

Yin Lei and ghost flames fell immediately, and thunder and fire gathered into a force, thunder rolled, and ghost flames surged.

Ling Feng activated the spell with difficulty, and saw flames rising from his body. With a flash of fiery red light, he was about to use the escape method to dodge.

Seeing this, Lu Ming snorted coldly, and saw him roll up his hands, and a stack of talismans appeared in his hands.

With the injection of magic power, the talismans spread out instantly, turning the small courtyard into a swamp on the ground.

At the same time, a large amount of soil began to rise, forming a mud cage with a range of ten feet around Ling Feng.

The thorn talisman turned into dozens of thick thorns and grew out, wrapping Ling Feng in it.

The talisman is mainly for trapping!

Ling Feng looked terrified, this witch Taoist's methods are simply endless.

He was firmly trapped by the soil and thorns under him, and his escape method was interrupted. He saw that the dark green thunder palm was about to fall.

Ling Feng could only barely sacrifice a bell-shaped magic weapon, and suddenly golden light flashed, and a small bell phantom covered him, trying to resist the thunder and fire splashing around.

The palm fell!

Boom!

The power of the thunder and fire was beyond Ling Feng's imagination, and the duration was even stronger. In a moment, the courtyard area was turned into a zone of thunder and fire.

Ling Feng, who was in the center of the thunder and fire, was like a small boat on the sea.

His spirit was rapidly depleted, and his magic power was exhausted. He could no longer maintain the magic weapon, and the shadow of the golden bell suddenly collapsed.

"Ah!"

The thunder and fire, which could no longer be blocked by the weapon, pressed down and raged fiercely on Ling Feng's body, and screams suddenly rang out.

When the thunder and fire retreated, Ling Feng on the ground was extremely miserable, with flesh and blood torn and skin torn.

Fortunately, the giant palm of thunder and fire also broke the earth, stone and vines that bound him.

Ling Feng wanted to take the opportunity to rush out of the courtyard, but Lu Ming did not give him a chance.

The black leather gourd under his feet suddenly sprayed out a thick black mist, which quickly enveloped Ling Feng's body.

A hissing sound rang out.

The flesh and blood began to be worn away by the black evil, and in a moment Ling Feng was already a bloody mess.

"You are not qualified to kill me!"

His face was ferocious, and his eyes were fixed on Lu Ming.

"Sacrifice the five internal organs to the spirit!"

Ling Feng, who was surrounded by the black evil, had a flash of blood on his body, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys turned into phantoms of internal organs, covering him with a layer of hazy blood.

The five kinds of spirits intertwined in the five internal organs, resisting the invasion of the black evil.

At the same time, blood mist began to permeate his body, and his magic power surged, also raising his own strength to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Ling Feng opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the black evil spirit was immediately corroded by most of it.

Then Ling Feng slapped his storage bag, and a three-foot Qingfeng magic sword turned into a streak of silk to cut through the remaining black evil, and the remaining sword energy remained sharp, and slashed Lu Ming away.

Burning Blood Escape Technique!

A flash of blood flashed around Lu Ming, but the magic sword was chasing him closely behind.

"Control!"

The Jade Scale Shield appeared in front of Lu Ming. However, the Jade Scale Shield, which should have been of the color of Qingling, was now surrounded by black light and exuded a chill.

Lu Ming was also helpless. He practiced the art of refining instruments, but the instruments refined by the Three Yin Ghost Fire were all so evil.

The Jade Scale Shield became like this after he repaired it.

But he had no time to think about it at this time. The magic power poured into it, and the spell in his hand changed. The Jade Scale Shield turned into a three-foot-long black giant shield.

Clang——

Sparks flew everywhere.

Black light rippled on the giant shield, but it successfully blocked the attack of the magic sword.

Ling Feng saw that his attack did not work, so he was about to summon the magic sword to cut again.

But Lu Ming did not give him another chance.

Lu Ming was not surprised that Ling Feng used the secret method to forcibly raise his cultivation.

This kind of robbery cultivator is not short of the secret art of risking his life.

But so what?

At this time, his magic skills were running, and all the negative effects were borne by Ling Feng.

To be honest, it was beyond Lu Ming's expectation that he could hold on until now.

But how long can he hold on?

What Lu Ming wanted today was to make a name for himself and let the Wu Dao Ren alias be famous in Qingzhufang City.

Otherwise, there was no need to do it himself, just slowly grind Feng Sha to death.

But time cannot be delayed for too long, and now many cultivators have gathered outside.

If it is delayed any longer, Lu Ming is worried that the law enforcement team will come.

Without hesitation, Lu Ming slapped the storage bag.

Dozens of talismans flew out of it and began to rotate around Lu Ming.

Gengjin sword talisman, Yanbao talisman, water arrow talisman, rock falling talisman, wood thorn talisman.

The power of the five elements lingered and turned into a five-color light wheel, suppressing Ling Feng.

At the same time, he increased the operation of the magic skills. He was like a huge mouth of the abyss, greedily devouring all of Ling Feng's vitality.

"No!!"

Ling Feng was desperate at this time. He felt the vitality quickly slipping away, and he was panicked, but he had nowhere to exert his strength.

He couldn't use many methods, his magic power was stagnant, and his spiritual awareness was dim.

It was difficult to use both magic tools and spells.

A trace of madness flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. This witch Taoist didn't intend to leave him a way out.

"I want you to be buried with me!"

Ling Feng shouted with a ferocious face.

He took out a black ball, 'Yin Lei Zi', which was his last resort.

But before he could activate it, he heard the sound of a porcelain bottle breaking under his feet.

Suddenly, colorful mist bloomed and enveloped Ling Feng.

Zizi--

The moment the poison spread, Ling Feng realized that something was wrong.

Poisonous!

"Despicable!"

Ling Feng hated it very much. He didn't expect the witch Taoist to use such a despicable method.

In a hurry, he could only support the magic shield and hold his breath at the same time, but he still accidentally inhaled a few wisps of poisonous smoke.

I suddenly felt dizzy, and the shield supported by the magic power began to be unstable, and the spiritual light flickered.

However, the mana injected into the Yin Lei Zi in his hand did not stop.

At this moment, Lu Ming's eyes flashed with brilliance and he glared at Ling Feng.

"Ah——"

In an instant, Ling Feng felt a chill all over his body and a sharp pain in his soul.

"Spiritual attack!"

The only answer he got was a blood-red crescent scimitar that broke through the air.

The blood-red blade flashed, the magic shield shattered, and Ling Feng's right hand holding the Yin Lei Zi was also cut off.

The next moment, the talisman attack arrived!

Boom boom boom!

Under the bombardment of the talisman, Ling Feng's body exploded and blood splashed.

Only a head was left and fell heavily on the ground.

The luster in the single eye began to dissipate, and he died with his eyes open.

"Hu——"

Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm still a little too confident."

The combat power of Ling Feng, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, was a little beyond Lu Ming's expectations.

"But the ending is always good."

Without further delay, Lu Ming quickly cleaned up the battlefield.