Cheng Ling avoided the patrolling disciples and carefully came to the back of the hall. Three feet above it, there was a small window, which faintly revealed dim light. He did not dare to use his spiritual consciousness, but slowly crawled along the wall to the window like a gecko, sticking out half of his head to look inside.
The hall was brightly lit but empty, with faint voices coming from behind. Looking down following the sound, I discovered that near the bottom of the window, two monks wearing red robes were standing side by side, as if they were saying something.
Both of them had their backs to him. Judging from their figures, one seemed to be an old man and the other to be middle-aged. Cheng Linggong gathered his ears, and soon the conversation between the two was transmitted.
"Zhiyuan, your cultivation has encountered a bottleneck. You have been unable to break through the last stage of the Blood Lotus Transformation for decades. This is your last chance."
The monk on the left said: "Great Elder, I will definitely work hard. I haven't seen grandpa appear during this time. Is he still in retreat?"
The great elder sighed. This Zhao Zhiyuan is the direct grandson of the Red Blood Ancestor. He is the only bloodline left in the world. Although his talent is pretty good, he is unfortunately too well protected. He spends the whole day practicing behind closed doors and is reluctant to let him out. Experience.
Now it's better. After practicing the Blood Lotus Transformation Technique to the fourteenth level, there is no progress. The cultivation level is also stuck in the Tianzun stage, unable to enter the realm of the Immortal Emperor. For this reason, the Scarlet Blood Patriarch ordered them elders to search for heavenly materials and earthly treasures to assist their cultivation at all costs, and they almost went crazy.
He then said: "I heard the news a while ago that Cheng Ling, an abandoned disciple of the Wuji Sect, has greatly increased his combat power after receiving the inheritance of ancient ruins. He was able to stand alone against the Hai Clan army and kill people at a higher level. This immediately made the ancestor think."
"For this reason, he did not hesitate to go out in person and lead several elites from the sect with the intention of snatching the inheritance. However, the news that came back was not optimistic. Cheng Ling's whereabouts were erratic and he was very powerful. He was also accompanied by the Immortal Emperor Aoxian and the Demon King. The direct disciples of the Flower Immortal Emperor have killed many monks who tried to rob them."
Zhao Zhiyuan felt pity in his heart and said, "Cheng Ling? Great Elder, how is this person's cultivation?"
The Great Elder said: "It should be in the human respect stage, but this man is extremely brave. Not only did he kill the two young leaders of the Shark clan, Jian Sharli and Hu Shark Zhan, but even the Immortal Emperor-level Emperor Shark Jade died in his hands. Zhan Strength should never be underestimated.”
Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes lit up and he said: "So, the inheritance he received is very precious? Great Elder, why don't we go together? We might be able to capture him in one fell swoop."
The Great Elder shook his head slowly and said: "No, the ancestor once said that you cannot leave the sect until you advance to the Immortal Emperor stage. You should just practice here with peace of mind!"
In fact, in his opinion, Zhao Zhiyuan should be like Cheng Ling, go through the training of blood and fire, break through the shackles in one fell swoop, and be promoted to the Immortal Emperor. Only then can he be qualified to serve as the leader of the Scarlet Blood Sect and lead the sect and major forces. contend.
But he knew that although the blood lotus transformation technique advanced very quickly, the disadvantages of the technique were also extremely obvious, that is, it was extremely difficult to break through between major realms. Looking at Zhao Zhiyuan's situation, he has been stuck in the last level of Blood Lotus Transformation for decades, and promotion is far away, so he does not dare to take risks easily.
Zhao Zhiyuan was not convinced and said: "Great Elder, can I leave as long as I break through to the Immortal Emperor Realm?"
The great elder sighed: "Breakthroughs in martial arts require opportunities. I'm afraid it won't be that easy. You'd better practice quietly. I'll take my leave first."
After saying that, he left directly.
Zhao Zhiyuan looked at the great elder's leaving figure, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and murmured: "You really think I am a puppet. If you don't break through the techniques, you can still advance to the Immortal Emperor stage!"
Cheng Ling hid outside the window and listened to all this without missing a word. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: It turned out to be a good plan. The Scarlet-Blooded Ancestor is not here, so he doesn't have to worry about it!
Silently calculating the time for the great elder to leave, and just about to take action, he saw Zhao Zhiyuan suddenly move. He was seen sitting cross-legged on the futon, and with a move of his hands, a pale golden lotus-like lantern appeared in front of him, floating in the air in front of him.
Cheng Ling's heart moved and he immediately stopped. Looking at the shape of the lantern, could it be the rare treasure Su Nianli mentioned, the gilt lotus lantern? It seems that the Scarlet-Blooded Ancestor left this gilded lotus lantern to this boy, and we want to see what he is going to do.
Zhao Zhiyuan placed his fingertips on the lantern continuously. After a moment, the lantern made a buzzing vibration, and then seven or eight washbasin-sized light balls emerged from it. There seemed to be something inside the light balls, and they were far away. Too far away to see clearly.
Zhao Zhiyuan put away the gilded lotus lamp with a wave of his hand. He stretched out his hand, grabbed one of the light balls, opened his mouth, sucked in, and swallowed the light ball. The next moment, a cold aura suddenly emerged from his body, and the immortal essence in the hall gathered together, as if forming a vortex. The vortex rotated rapidly, completely covering his figure.
Seeing this opportunity, Cheng Ling carefully inserted his spiritual consciousness into it, and upon taking a look, his expression changed. Inside those light balls were actually naked female cultivators. They still retained a trace of consciousness, and their faces showed signs of pain and struggle.
After about a stick of incense was touched, the vortex gradually slowed down, and Zhao Zhiyuan's figure appeared again. He was sweating profusely and breathing rapidly, as if he was in great pain. However, Cheng Ling keenly felt that the other party's cultivation It seems to have been enhanced a little bit.
After panting violently for a while, before the vortex had completely stopped, Zhao Zhiyuan grabbed another ball of light and swallowed it. Soon, the immortal essence in the space gathered again, and the vortex rotated rapidly again!
"What an evil technique. Every time he sacrifices a light ball, he seems to have to endure great pain. This is an opportunity. When the third light ball comes, it is the time to launch an attack!" Cheng Ling's eyes flashed. Flash, secretly made a decision.
Time passed slowly, and another stick of incense time passed. Just when the vortex was slowing down and Zhao Zhiyuan's figure was revealed, Cheng Ling's body jumped away at lightning speed, and a bright sword light flashed in his hand. , in an instant he came to Zhao Zhiyuan, who had his back turned to him, and slashed him down with one sword!
The sharp edge roared and approached in an instant. Zhao Zhiyuan was about to swallow the third ball of light. Suddenly, his hair stood on his head, and a crisis suddenly filled the air. He gave up swallowing without thinking. With a flick of his sleeve, a black lotus appeared behind him. Blast together with that dazzling sword light!
With the force of the collision, Zhao Zhiyuan turned around violently, his eyes showing murderous intent.
"Who dares to sneak attack me!"
But the moment he turned around, Cheng Ling took action again! A sword light with ethereal power was suddenly handed out from the hand. Then, with a flick of his left hand, dozens of talismans floated in the air. In an instant, a talisman array was set up to prevent the sound in the hall from spreading.
All this happened as fast as lightning, just for a moment. Almost at the moment Zhao Zhiyuan turned around, the sharp sword light enveloped the vital parts of his body.
Zhao Zhiyuan's expression changed. He clearly felt a wave of immortal-level fluctuations coming from the coming sword light, but this wave was slightly inferior to his own. Without thinking, he quickly retreated, and with a flick of his sleeves, seven bloody lotuses appeared in front of him and touched the sword light.
There were several soft bangs, and Cheng Ling was on guard for a long time. The sound of the two fighting reached the outside of the talisman formation and stopped suddenly, making it impossible to hear it from outside.
The seven bloody lotuses collapsed. Cheng Ling's sword light remained strong, penetrating the seven collapsed bloody lotuses, and suddenly struck Zhao Zhiyuan's chest.
Blood splattered, and Zhao Zhiyuan felt a pain in his chest. He didn't have time to check. He had used up too much immortal energy to refine Yuanyin, and he had just used seven lotus flowers in a crisis. He was almost exhausted. He stepped back quickly, stretched out his right hand a little, and started again. He held out three bloody lotus flowers and stopped them in front of Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling suddenly raised his left hand and Beiming pointed it out, absorbing some of Zhao Zhiyuan's vitality. Then he stepped forward sideways, and after dodging three blood lotuses, the dragon feather sword burst out with a deep purple electric light, and the sword stabbed like a gust of wind. The huge sword pressure and the power of thunder weaved into a big net, and almost Wanting to completely restrain Zhao Zhiyuan.
That's not all. With a thought, a soul-chasing sword penetrated the opponent's soul. He raised the long sword and activated the silent sword style, piercing Zhao Zhiyuan's eyebrows like a beam of light!
This scene was extremely fast. As early as when he rushed into the hall, Cheng Ling had deduced it several times in his mind, making sure to deal with his opponent in the shortest possible time.
Several killing moves were all approaching, taking advantage of the moment when the immortal energy in Zhao Zhiyuan's body was exhausted and could not be replenished, they surged forward.
Zhao Zhiyuan let out a scream, but he was a Tianzun-level monk after all, two realms higher than Cheng Ling. Although Cheng Ling's timing was extremely clever, at the moment when these killing moves came, Zhao Zhiyuan's pupils shrank. Without thinking, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out blood. As soon as the blood came out, it immediately turned into a piece of blood armor and filled his whole body. , even his hair turned blood-colored at this moment.
The skin all over his body was even more like this. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a bloody man. He hugged him with both hands. The moment those killing moves came, Zhao Zhiyuan suddenly stretched out his arms.
"Blood Lotus Armor!" The moment his words came out, the blood on Zhao Zhiyuan's body immediately dried up and turned into armor. When he stretched out his arms, the whole body of blood armor immediately exploded, forming a A bloody storm swept across.
The deep purple thunder and sword energy collapsed the moment they touched the bloody storm, but the effect was extremely obvious. The bloody storm was obviously Zhao Zhiyuan's life-saving technique. At this moment, he resisted several killing moves. There were faint signs of twisting and breaking apart, and Zhao Zhiyuan spurted out blood, with a ferocious look on his face, and his figure retreated crazily.
Just as he was retreating, Cheng Ling, whose eyes were staring at him, disappeared without a trace as he stepped forward. Zhao Zhiyuan's pupils shrank, he turned around suddenly, raised his right hand to offer a blood-red lotus, and slapped it behind him.
But behind him, Cheng Ling's figure transformed and he slashed down with a sword!
Cut the sword! !
With a bang, the lotus flower on Zhao Zhiyuan's right arm flashed, and his flesh and blood were blurred. His body turned into a rainbow and rolled back. Cheng Ling also had blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but he did not stop, but stepped after him.
The roaring sound revolved, Cheng Ling's body flashed rapidly as he pursued, the long sword in his hand was close to the opponent, and the stabbing sword continued continuously.
Zhao Zhiyuan's face was pale and his eyes were filled with horror. Cheng Ling's pursuit was so fierce that he was not given any chance to react. With one strike of the sword, his whole body was covered with blood, and he looked extremely terrifying.
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