This kind of injury would be fatal to ordinary people, even land gods.
But in the eyes of Wu Changqing and these immortals.
That's what happened, not even a serious injury.
"Huh?"
"Do you also have the innocent body of an immortal?"
At this time, not only the old immortal's eyes were filled with disbelief, but also the middle-aged sword immortal also frowned, with a look of solemnity on his face.
Wu Changqing responded with a chuckle.
I saw that the lower body that was limp on the ground actually disappeared into the world with the wind.
Only the upper half of Wu Changqing's body was floating in the void, while his lower body regenerated like a puff of smoke.
Wu Changqing has enough self-confidence to believe that his ability to recover is something that even an immortal's impeccable body will never be able to achieve.
You must know that it started when he set foot on the immortal path.
He already had an impeccable body, but he had never encountered any powerful enemy before.
It's not that obvious.
Now he has transcended Qi refining and achieved foundation building.
Moreover, the body forms a small world of its own, and there is no need to rely on the power of heaven to restore the impeccable body.
In other words.
If these three immortals want to restore their injured parts, they need to consume their own luck.
But Wu Changqing has indeed achieved immortality.
Unless all the atmosphere of the Small Thousand Worlds in his body is exhausted, no one can kill him.
"Qiao Han, if you still pretend to be dead, you will really die next."
"I feel it. This guy is serious about it."
The huge white porcelain pagoda floated in front of him. The old immortal put one hand on the pagoda and turned his head to look at the young immortal who had lost his head but was floating in the air.
"Haha, Mr. Xu has lived too long and lost too much fun."
"I was still thinking of teasing this young man."
Bai Que's words were still in that relaxed tone.
The immortal who lost his head actually grew back like Wu Changqing's lower body.
This scene is like a dream.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng and others who had left the battlefield were stunned when they saw it on the snow flat.
"Changqing...has become an immortal?"
"Isn't he a returning immortal? But a real immortal?"
Song Mingming's eyes were dull and he murmured.
"It turns out that there are real people in the world who can do such outrageous things."
The young Taoist priest Li Yufu was also shocked. This scene reminded him of the back of his young uncle.
Lu Dongxuan eight hundred years ago is now Prime Minister Hong Xi.
Even Lu Zu's reincarnated uncle couldn't do this outrageously.
"The real battle is about to begin."
"Once a fight breaks out, remember to protect the Xuanwu Four Elephant Formation base that Chang Qing worked so hard to build."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng was relatively calm about this scene.
Looking at the field, you can't see it, you can only rely on the perceived fate of the battle.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng did not forget to remind everyone.
That was the moment his words fell.
The Liyang soldier, who was originally collapsed due to the crowd, actually ignored his comrades who were squeezing him, and squeezed towards Wu Changqing as if he had completely lost his mind.
This scene is more like waves lapping on the surface of a river.
It's just that the picture is so shocking.
The soldier at the bottom, his companions who had been stacked up one after another, were crushed to death.
The person climbing at the top has already jumped towards Wu Changqing on the "big wave".
No matter life or death, no distinction between you and me.
Crazy and bloodthirsty.
Wu Changqing's expression was extremely gloomy.
This is no longer not treating people as human beings.
This is purely an act that would only be done by demons, these self-proclaimed immortals.
It disgusted Wu Changqing to the extreme.
"Infinite Sword Formation!"
Wu Changqing shouted sharply. Thousands of sword energy emanated from the whole body.
A handle of pure silver light is revealed between heaven and earth.
The group of Liyang warriors who could no longer be regarded as human beings showed no signs of retreating at all, and they just started to hit the wall as thick as a sea of smoke as if they were dying.
In the void, scarlet blood flowers exploded.
The killings continued.
Looking at this scene that was like purgatory on earth, the three immortals all showed weird smiles.
As people who came to earth this time, as long as someone died in front of them.
They can then pocket the luck of these dead people.
This is simply a scene of huge profits and money-making. They can't help but have become immortals, but still show their ugly appearance of greed.
"That's it. Let's accumulate karma."
The old demon wearing the skin of an immortal said solemnly.
The middle-aged sword immortal and the young immortal with the white bird on his shoulder looked at each other and smiled.
Take action at the same time.
The young immortal raised his hand to the sky.
Above the blood-flowing mountain road of Huishan, there were waves of black energy that could not be seen by mortals rising into the sky and blending into the sky.
The originally cloudless sky began to gradually form ominous black clouds.
The middle-aged swordsman is sitting cross-legged in the void, with his peach wood sword pointing downwards and floating on his chest.
Among the black clouds that quickly accumulated, there was a thin line that was attracted by the peach wood sword and flowed into the peach wood sword from afar.
Wu Changqing felt the increasingly gloomy fate of this world, as if it was a precursor to a great disaster.
Although he didn't care much, he wouldn't let these people accomplish their conspiracy easily.
In the sea of sword energy.
There were three streams of sword energy flowing into the dragon and out into the sea, respectively, and crashed into the three immortals in mid-air.
And the effect of the old immortal who is doing nothing is reflected here.
When the sword energy Canglong that should not be underestimated swept towards them.
The old immortal pushed the huge pagoda in front of him.
The pagoda moved three feet horizontally and landed just on top of Wu Changqing's head.
At the same time, melodious bells rang out from the pagoda.
When the bells ring throughout the world.
It can dilute all offensives.
The three sword-qi blue dragons hadn't even broken into the body of the three immortals.
It actually directly eliminated the world.
"Come again!"
Wu Changqing provoked it again.
In the sea of sword energy, another blue dragon of sword energy rushed out of the sea and swept towards everyone.
The sword energy is constant, and the dragon rides in the nine heavens.
It's like a battle of spirits.
It depends on whether Wu Changqing's sword power is better, or whether the old immortal's magic weapon of luck has the upper hand.
The collision between the sword energy Canglong and the huge pagoda.
The ringing of the bells was even more deafening.
The bells continued to stir, shattering the remaining clouds in the sky, and scattering the luck that Huishan had accumulated for three hundred years.
It also broke through the power of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism to spread across the nine states in this world.
Thousands of miles away, deep in Shangyin Academy.
An old man wearing a worn-out Confucian scholar's robe slowly opened his eyes.
On his face, which had experienced eight hundred years of vicissitudes, there was a rare expression of uncontrollable anger.
"It's too much!"
"Since you are an immortal, why do you want to dictate terms in the human world?"
"Do you really think that I, Zhang Fuyao, have been guarding the world for eight hundred years in vain?"
The angry words of the old Confucian scholar are like the judgment of the world and the world.
The expressions of the three immortals on Mount Hui all changed.
