The Immortal Spiritual Picture

At this moment, a pale and thin late Purple Mansion cultivator wearing Haoran Sect clothing suddenly stepped onto the Zhige Platform.

The aura around this person was vague, but when the divine sense was used to scan it, it was empty, as if this person did not exist at all. Just based on this point, it can be judged that this person's cultivation ability is far from comparable to Zhou Ming, who is also in the late Purple Mansion period.

When the people in the audience saw this person, they began to discuss in a low voice.

"It's Elder Wen. He hasn't presided over the battle on the Zhigetai for a long time!

I thought he had been transferred back to Haoran Sect to serve!"

"I heard that Elder Wen is extremely powerful in fighting, and he can fight against the early Jindan cultivators without losing. I don't know if it's true."

"Of course, I've seen..."

Gu Changhuan naturally listened to what everyone said, and then he looked at the cultivator surnamed Wen inconspicuously. It seems that this "Senior Brother Wen" is indeed not a simple character. Judging from the aura around him, he is probably already a half-step Jindan cultivator. If he is lucky and gets some opportunities, Haoran Sect will have another Jindan elder in the near future.

This Haoran Sect is really a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons are hidden. Since he became a guest elder of Haoran Sect, the cultivators of the same level in Haoran Sect that he met were not simple people.

Sure enough, it is always much easier for sects and schools to recruit and cultivate talents than families.

Gu Changhuan thought so.

The monk surnamed Wen glanced at Gu Changhuan and Zhou Ming, then looked at everyone, and said in a lukewarm voice:

"I am Wenhui of Haoran Sect, an elder of Haoran Sect, responsible for managing this Zhigetai.

Today, the two Taoist friends must spar on a voluntary basis, and the original intention of the establishment of Zhigetai is to try to resolve conflicts between fellow Taoists in a peaceful way. Therefore, when fighting, I hope that the two Taoist friends can stop at a certain point.

Of course, when fighting, if one party admits defeat, I also hope that the other Taoist friend can stop in time."

With the operation of Zhenyuan, Wenhui's voice fell clearly into the ears of everyone present.

When everyone heard this, they did not show any surprise. This sentence must be said before every fight on Zhigetai.

In general, as long as there is no deep hatred, both sides are willing to give Haoran Sect a face; but this "forgive others when you can" approach is obviously not applicable to today's fight.

Just as the monk surnamed Wen finished speaking, a figure hurriedly ran behind the crowd. It was An Ling.

He was very interested in today's battle, so he asked his fellow disciples to temporarily replace his patrol task, and he himself came to watch the fun leisurely.

If it was an ordinary battle between an early Purple Mansion and a late Purple Mansion, An Ling would naturally not be so interested, but the move that Gu Changhuan showed before was enough to prove that his strength was not as simple as it seemed, and it was heard that this Gu Changhuan was also a cultivator with five spiritual roots, so it was really hard to say who would win today.

An Ling watched with interest as the monk surnamed Wen walked down the Zhige Platform, and then activated the formation on the Zhige Platform, and the two sides on the platform also took out their magic weapons.

The Zhige Platform is 190 feet wide and square. After the fourth-level middle-grade formation is activated, no matter how noisy the monks on the Zhige Platform are, they cannot affect the monks below the Zhige Platform.

After the formation is activated, the battle officially begins.

The first to attack was naturally Zhou Ming.

He saw his hands flying up and down, but in an instant, two blue cold rays flew out of his sleeves and rushed straight towards Gu Changhuan!

Facing Zhou Ming's attack, Gu Changhuan flicked his sleeves expressionlessly, and a hexagonal thing with various crystals inlaid on it flew out.

It was the third-level medium-grade defensive magic weapon that Gu Changhuan asked Peng Liantian to refine for him. Gu Changhuan named it Linglong Fang.

Gu Changhuan pinched his fingers with one hand, and his true essence flowed into Linglong Fang. After the crystal on Linglong Fang rotated, it emitted a light red light curtain, covering Gu Changhuan.

The two cold rays hit the red light curtain, and it was like ice and snow hitting a wall of fire, and it melted instantly!

Zhou Ming's face sank when he saw this, and at this moment, a black lightning had rushed to Zhou Ming's face!

It was the heavy mysterious spear!

Zhou Ming didn't expect that Gu Changhuan would choose to attack as defense when there was a huge difference in strength. However, Zhou Ming was not panicked. He had lived for more than 200 years and had rich experience in fighting. When the fight just started, he had already prepared defensive measures.

He pinched the magic formula, and the dark blue shield in front of him instantly glowed brightly. Under the operation of the true essence, the dark blue shield emitted a water-blue protective shield, which protected Zhou Ming tightly.

This blue shield is a third-level upper-grade magic weapon, a water-ice dual-attribute magic weapon, made of several rare spiritual objects; this third-level lower-grade magic weapon is definitely not able to break its defense.

This shield has helped him resist several powerful enemies, so Zhou Ming is full of confidence in it.

At the moment when the Chongxuan Spear collided with the blue water curtain, a strong wind blew up around, and the water-blue protective shield caused ripples. Zhou Ming was shocked. He did not expect that Gu Changhuan would attack him at the cost of his true energy. But it was also good this way. When Gu Changhuan had used up all his true energy, he would be able to kill him in one fell swoop!

Zhou Ming confidently used the blue shield to resist the heavy mysterious spear, and his hand flicked to his waist. However, at this moment, Gu Changhuan suddenly smiled at him, and then he heard a slight cracking sound.

Zhou Ming was such a smart man. He took out several defensive talismans and added layers of protective shields to himself while retreating violently.

At this moment, a bursting sound suddenly sounded in front of him!

Zhou Ming looked closely and was shocked:

The third-level upper-grade blue shield, in front of the heavy mysterious spear, only lasted for three breaths before it broke.

How is this possible? ! !

The people in the audience were also puzzled, but Wanbao Taoist did not show much surprise.

Just when Zhou Ming was shocked, Gu Changhuan suddenly appeared behind Zhou Ming silently, with Jingkong Zhan in his hand ready to go.

Zhou Ming was indeed a Purple Mansion cultivator who had been on the brink of life and death for many years. The moment Gu Changhuan appeared behind him, his body was ablaze with spiritual light, and he split into two and shot in two different directions!

Gu Changhuan snorted coldly, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, the Sky-shattering Slash and the Heavy Mysterious Spear swept towards Zhou Ming on the left at the same time.

Zhou Ming's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and he didn't have time to think about why Gu Changhuan could see through his tricks, and a violent spiritual fluctuation came from behind him.