Journey To Longevity

Muji Sanren, who was still fleeing in a panic and didn't dare to face the edge, suddenly froze and slowed down after the golden light from Xuanji's eyes focused on him, and stopped in mid-air. Thousands of cold lights pierced through the body in the formation.

That physical body, which was stronger than ordinary cultivators, couldn't resist it, and it was torn apart with a bang, only a flying head remained in place.

And the body and limbs that exploded were also drawn by a burst of light, and slowly moved towards the flying head.

Yu Xing's ten fingers pinched the magic formula repeatedly, and at the same time he gathered his swords into an array, and the sword light all over the sky immediately wrapped up all the remnants of the body.

But no matter what Yu Xing did, these blood clots seemed to be nothing, and the sword light pierced through the layers of mist, blended together without haste, and returned to one.

"The ability to use the power of space to such a mysterious level is definitely not something that my master Muji, a Nascent Soul cultivator, can do. The one who comes is Mozun?" Yu Xing recalled the one hundred and eight With a flying sword in his mouth, he asked in a deep voice.

Xuanji appeared in front of Yu Xing in a flash. This demon body was more than one foot tall, and Yu Xing was not as high as his shoulders in front of him.

He didn't answer Yu Xing's question, but looked at it for a long time with sizing eyes, and then nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Not bad, not bad, really good! My mysterious method of combining souls can really create real creatures. Although I still need to rely on the origin of a world, the same is true for everything in the world. Otherwise, it will be rootless duckweed and will not last long. Only However, there are still some small flaws in it, and it needs to be adjusted carefully, otherwise the potential will be limited after all."

Yu Xing's face was as gloomy as water, but his whole body seemed to be submerged in weak water. The pressure from the space not only restrained his physical body, but also made him unable to penetrate even the slightest bit of spiritual consciousness. At this moment, he, the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, seemed to be knocked down from the clouds and became a mortal with no power to fight back like an ant.

But at this moment, that Qianmu appeared next to Demon Venerable without knowing when, and it knelt down respectfully and said, "Qianmu pays homage to the master."

"Get up, you've done a good job." Xuanji smiled.

"Thank you, master!" Qianmu kowtowed again before getting up.

"I like the look in your eyes very much. Don't worry, I won't kill you right now. Don't worry, I'll take you back to Linglong Realm after I deal with chores." Xuanji said softly to Yu Xing.

Then he stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly in the air, and the heaven and earth became silent. The original spiritual pillar that had gathered majestic inspirations for millions of miles suddenly exploded, and the spiritual pressure surged away in all directions.

Things in the world are too much, but the majestic aura at this moment is more like a poisonous one. Wherever it passes, with Yuran Mountain as the center, the ordinary vegetation and low-level spiritual plants all turn from green to yellow. A withered scene.

Only the spiritual plants that have reached the third level and above have withstood the impact of this spiritual wave, and they are even more alive.

This situation did not improve until the aura began to become thinner in a farther place.

On the contrary, Jueyue, Cao Xiu, and Mingyu, after sensing the call, flew towards Xuanji with pious expressions like pilgrims.

At this point, after seeing that his goal had been achieved, Mingxin didn't care about the fate of these monks who were transformed into gods and souls, and he no longer cared about how many monks Xuanji could take away. He disappeared without a trace Without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

It's just that Zhang Shiping and the others who have already left have no chance to see what is happening in Baimang Mountain.

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In the western desert, in a Gobi with rolling yellow sand, from an inconspicuous cave, four monks, three men and one woman, walked out. It was Zhang Shiping and his party who had left earlier.

As soon as they walked out of the cave, they jumped up, turned into light, and headed for the distance.

Gongyangqian was in front, followed by the three of them.

"This place is the Yellow Sea of ​​Mansha. The sand people who lived here since ancient times called it the Boundless Sand Sea. I will travel about 23,000 miles to the northwest, and I will be able to arrive at the place where the Palace of Terror and Suffering is located around tomorrow morning." Oasis Sand City." Gongyangqian said.

After the great monks of Shimeng dealt with the Nascent Soul monks in Horrible Suffering Palace, Yan Li suggested that they go to West Desert. There are only three Nascent Soul monks in the Horrible Suffering Palace, and now they all fell here at once. If they miss this great opportunity, they will be really stupid.

Therefore, after this proposal came from Yan Li's mouth, Gong Yangqian, Du Yu, and Zhang Shiping agreed without saying a word.

Everyone immediately teleported back to the sect, and with the help of the ancient teleportation circle inside the sect, they crossed the barbarian barrier and came to the Western Desert.

This is also the first time Zhang Shiping has left. He overlooked it in the air, and this sand sea is just as its name suggests, with pale yellow in the vicinity and brown and black in the distance, and it is boundless in the past.

Of course, although he couldn't see it clearly with the naked eye, Zhang Shiping also knew the approximate scope of this sand sea.

This place is as narrow and long as half a moon, about 40,000 miles long, and 5,600 miles at its widest point. Sand and dust are flying all the year round, and a small part of it extends to the barbarian domain in the southeast direction. To the west is the Buddhist kingdom on the ground of the White Horse Temple, and the Palace of Fear and Suffering is in the northwest, the oasis on the edge of the sand sea.

"Du Yu, is the sect planted in the Palace of Horror to contact the monks?" Gong Yangqian said.

"Don't worry, I've already passed the news. But according to his response, the Jindan in the Horrible Palace has closed the sect and closed the mountain, and retreated into the secret realm of the sect." Du Yu said.

Du Yu and Tianfeng accepted Xuanyuanzong's inheritance, which naturally included the pawns placed by the sect everywhere, and they also had the right to order. And Gongyangqian, Zhang Shiping, Yan Li and the others only knew that there were such monks in the Palace of Horrible Suffering. As for whether they were men, women, or even monsters, how many of them were there, and how much they cultivated, they didn't know.

"That's true. The nine Golden Cores who are still in the Palace of Suffering have retreated into the secret realm of the sect. However, there is a cousin of mine among the nine. It is not impossible to open the secret realm from within." Yan Li nodded and said.

"No wonder you have such a proposal~www.readwn.com~ The monk who is placed by the sect is Master Sishen, what is your cousin's name?" After hearing what Yan Li said, Du Yu was not too surprised .

However, it seems that the reason why Yan Yulou plotted against Patriarch Yuanying of Horrible Suffering Palace in Nanfa Temple is because he has some thoughts about this sect, otherwise he would not have inserted disciples from the clan into it early.

Ordinary Nascent Soul monks fight with each other, even if they can kill each other, they may not be able to keep the Nascent Soul.

And Yan Yulou obviously doesn't like this little thing. He seems to want to get rid of the Nascent Soul cultivator in the Horrible Suffering Palace, and then with the cooperation of the clan's children, he will come to occupy the magpie's nest, or uproot him. , Gathered most of the savings of thousands of years into the bag, and ate it like a snake swallowing an elephant.

"Realist Qinan, let's send the news to each other, and let the two cooperate earlier to see if we can find an opportunity to activate the formation from the inside and lead the four of us into it." Yan Li said.

Naturally, this person's surname is not Yan, but he was born as a deserter in the Western Desert. When he was not yet practicing, he was accidentally discovered by the monks of the Horrible Suffering Palace and accepted as his disciple.