The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

"He may not let us go, and he really won't try again? This guy is only at the third level of Qi Condensation. Both of us are far superior to him. Isn't it funny that he was scared away like this?"

"Hmph, to put it bluntly, you still can't bear to part with the spirit beads. You are so greedy that you might kill both of us here!"

Although his words revealed dissatisfaction, the blue-robed man was still persuaded to try to kill Zhan Nianchuan. What if this guy's calm appearance was all fake?

So the two of them formed a horn, holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the spear, and locked Zhan Nianchuan again, with murderous intent.

What disappointed the two was that in the face of the siege, Zhan Nianchuan looked indifferent, and there was only mockery in his eyes when he looked at the two.

Does this kid really have a backup plan or is he just pretending? The demon cultivator and the blue-robed man looked at each other and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.

After a moment, the demon cultivator who didn't even have a spiritual bead in his hand couldn't stand it anymore. He had been here for more than ten years, and he couldn't do it for others in vain. Thinking of this, his eyes lit up with blood-red light, and a mouthful of blood mixed with the broken flesh on the tip of his tongue sprayed on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which quickly seeped in.

The wind was howling, and the whole bamboo forest was frozen with a layer of ice. Thousands of ghosts flew out and spit out a little gray-white flame in their mouths towards Zhan Nianchuan.

This flame looked inconspicuous, as light as snowflakes.

At the same time, the demon cultivator threw out a blood-red talisman and activated it with a bang.

A huge skeleton several feet high appeared, waving the bone stick in his hand and hitting Zhan Nianchuan's head fiercely.

Just when the demon cultivator used all his means and vowed to fight Zhan Nianchuan to the death, something unexpected happened to everyone.

The blue-robed man suddenly abandoned the demon cultivator and shot upwards.

With two spiritual beads in hand, he had no need to stay in the formation and fight to the death with the other party. It was better to leave quickly.

Facing the light curtain of the formation, he raised his hand and activated a talisman. A huge transparent cone suddenly appeared, and the air hummed. It stabbed the light curtain of the formation fiercely.

The spiritual light of the formation flashed wildly, and a crack suddenly appeared.

The blue-robed man was overjoyed when he saw this. He poured all his magic power into the spear in his hand and stabbed it desperately at the crack.

The demon cultivator cursed the blue-robed man for being shameless in his heart, but now he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. With a fierce light in his eyes, he controlled thousands of ghosts to continue attacking Zhan Nianchuan.

At this moment, a figure jumped out from the ground, muttering something, and the formation plate in his hand suddenly shone brightly.

Feeling Li Xiaoqiang jumping out of the ground, the blue-robed man felt a shudder in his heart, and a strong sense of crisis came over him. The power of the spear stabbing at the light curtain increased by three points.

However, something happened that made the blue-robed man's soul fly away.

A strong gravity suddenly pressed down on him, and his movements slowed down immediately. The power of the spear piercing the light curtain was greatly reduced. The cracked formation that seemed to be easily broken was restored to its original state in an instant.

"Bang!"

The tip of the spear pierced the light curtain fiercely, but it only made it tremble slightly.

The blue-robed man's face twitched. Just as he was about to turn around and join forces with the demon cultivator, he heard a shrill scream from the demon cultivator below, and his heart trembled.

"Swish! Swish!"

What is this sound? As soon as the blue-robed man had this thought in his mind, he felt a sharp pain in his limbs. The pain made his eyes black, and he fell to the ground like a bird shot by an arrow.

His limbs were pierced by the flying needles secretly released by Zhan Nianchuan in an instant.

In the fierce battle, the blue-robed man who was trying to escape saw Zhan Nianchuan fighting against the demon cultivator, and he only cared about breaking the formation and relaxed his vigilance. Moreover, the flying needles were silent, and he didn't notice it at all.

The blue-robed man was ruined.

The demon cultivator was horrified and secretly regretted that he had to chase after him and had to fight against this powerful boy. Now he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

When he attacked Zhan Nianchuan with all his strength just now, he was stunned by the two yellow-grade long swords that the other party suddenly took out. From that moment on, he understood what kind of existence he had provoked.

How could a young cultivator at the third level of Qi Condensation possess two yellow-grade magic weapons and control them at the same time? He had hit a wall.

The demon cultivator listened to the blue-robed man's continuous screams and his scalp numbed. He had just performed a secret technique that consumed a lot of essence and blood, which had already injured his origin. He was hit hard by the other party on the back, and felt that several bones were broken. Now the pain was getting worse.

Zhan Nianchuan also felt it was difficult. According to his strength, and in the big formation, it was not difficult to deal with this demon cultivator, but he just couldn't do it with all his strength.

There was only one reason, that is, most of the thousands of ghosts controlled by this demon cultivator were the souls of innocent children.

If Zhan Nianchuan attacked forcefully, these ghosts would inevitably be shattered, and then they would completely dissipate between heaven and earth, and there would be no chance of reincarnation.

This made him feel very sorry.

At this time, the demon cultivator had already realized that Zhan Nianchuan was unwilling to attack these ghosts, and he just waved his sword to slap the ghosts that attacked him away, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. He laughed more and more arrogantly, controlling hundreds of ghosts to protect himself, and letting the rest of the ghosts keep biting Zhan Nianchuan, making his body protection aura weaker and weaker.

"Haha, stupid guy, you are reluctant to kill these ghosts, are they your descendants?"

"I want to see how you can resist the evil spirits and resentment of these ghosts. It won't be long before you lose your mind and become a monster. Then I will extract your soul and refine your spirit. With a leader like you, the power of the ghosts in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner will surely increase greatly."

The demon cultivator laughed loudly, mocking Zhan Nianchuan wantonly. Thinking of the two five-element spirit beads on the blue-robed man lying next to him, and Zhan Nianchuan's two yellow-grade magic swords, he was extremely happy.

Mine, mine, all mine!

Under the attack of the tide of ghosts, Zhan Nianchuan's face was terribly gloomy, and the protective aura was constantly eroded, and the situation seemed precarious.

Although the demon cultivator had the upper hand, the blue-robed man, who was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, had a smile on his face.

Someone was accompanying him on his way to the underworld.

Looking at the thousands of hideous and terrifying faces of children above, the blue-robed man let out a long sigh, and the scenes of life kept flashing before his eyes.

The innocent happiness of childhood, the ecstasy of entering the sect, the loss of being punished and expelled from the sect, the free and easy wandering around the world, the ecstasy of discovering the secret technique of improving spiritual roots, the bloody hands of slaughtering children with his own hands...

Is everything going to end? The blue-robed man thought bitterly.

At this time, Zhan Nianchuan originally only had a thin layer of protective spiritual light left, and finally couldn't withstand the constant biting of thousands of ghosts, and it shattered and disappeared like a bubble.

The demon cultivator who had been staring at Zhan Nianchuan all the time had his eyes brightened, and let out a wild laugh, and immediately used all his strength to urge the ghosts to bite Zhan Nianchuan, wanting to tear him into pieces.