"It's not your turn to take the lead!"
Li Jiang'er roared, took the lead to rush out, and mercilessly slashed the ghost-headed knife in his hand at a beautiful woman wearing purple clothes and looking like a flower.
The next moment, his angry body was knocked back by the opponent's move. Immediately he spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.
Li Jiang'er wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "There is something about this witch!"
"You are not overestimating your own abilities!" Azi glanced at the reckless man with disdain, "Can't you see the golden light on my body? You idiot."
Qingfeng didn't expect that these ants on the opposite side would dare to take action first. She snorted coldly, slowly raised her hand, and softly uttered a word from her mouth.
"kill!"
In an instant, the entire Magu Valley was enveloped in countless dazzling lights. The colored light of magic weapons and supernatural powers burst out at the same time. In just an instant, the small valley was filled with smoke and dust. Nearly twenty powerful female monks took action at the same time, and a massacre began.
"Yan'er, let's go!"
Chu Feilong roared. He stood in front of Chu Feiyan.
"dad……"
Xu Tianqing shouted: "Do you want everyone to die in vain? Leave quickly!"
"Catch that child." Qingfeng watched everything with cold eyes, and her attention remained on Chu Feiyan. She was not afraid that Chu Feiyan could escape from under her nose, but she was worried that someone would miss her. She hurt the baby who could make her great achievements.
The heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. There is neither lightning nor thunder before the rain falls. Qingfeng looked up at the sky, and the sky was also clear.
"Is this a magical power?" Qingfeng and Mingyue frowned at the same time.
Mingyue asked curiously: "Creating rain out of thin air, what kind of magical power is this? Is there a master here?"
Qingfeng shook his head slightly and said: "If there were masters, they would have taken action long ago. But this magical power is indeed a bit weird."
Disciples of the Wuwei Taoist sect in the past generations will understand the three great magical powers left by their ancestors, and the magical power chosen by most disciples is Ting Yu. Because in comparison, Tingyu's magical power is still the easiest to understand among the three magical powers.
Therefore, the heavy rain in the sky at this moment was caused by Xiao Sannian, Sun Dakui, and Ting Yu at the same time. The magical powers of the three people overlapped, doubling their power.
When Chu Feilong left the sect, he had not yet begun to comprehend the three great magical powers. Therefore, the most powerful magical power he possesses is the Eight Desolate Seals on the second floor of Piaoxue Hall.
The huge Eight Desolate Seals fell out of thin air, briefly blocking the onslaught of the monks on the opposite side.
Xu Tianqing chose to comprehend the "Canxue" magical power back then, but she only achieved the first level and was not recognized by the magical power. It was almost impossible to comprehend any of the three major magical powers.
Chu Feilong's Eight Desolate Seal was chopped into pieces by a sword from a golden elixir monk on the other side. Then the female monks from the Mysterious Sect rushed forward in an instant.
Among them, there were two female monks from the spirit transformation realm who went to block Chu Feiyan's way alone.
The rain curtain in the sky suddenly changed, and every drop of rain fell like sharp needles on the bodies of the female monks. Only then did they realize the difference in this rain. In the rain curtain, their cultivation was subject to certain restrictions. It is simply impossible to exert all the strength.
"What a powerful magical power!"
Qingfeng couldn't help but praise. The rain was naturally not enough to kill any of their sisters. But it greatly weakened their momentum. The magical powers used by some people who are like ants are actually similar to the "realm" of those with great magical powers.
Mingyue said: "Sister, it seems this sect is not simple. Do you want to take away their magical powers?"
Qingfeng sneered, "Kill all these people and turn this small sect upside down. By then, everything will not be ours, including that mysterious weapon!"
Mingyue said with a smile: "This trip to the Western Regions is really rewarding."
There was the sound of weapons clashing in the rain. The monks from both sides were already fighting together. But under the magical power of Tingyu, which was jointly used by the three Wuwei Taoists, the monks from the Mystic Sect were not able to overwhelm this small sect in an instant. In a short period of time, not even one person was killed.
Although both Qingfeng and Mingyue knew that it was only a matter of time before they killed each other, but the situation did not form the crushing force in their hearts, which made Mingyue feel slightly unhappy.
"A bunch of trash!" Mingyue growled. Jump up. "You still need me to take action myself!"
"Witch, don't even think about hurting my disciples!" Although Xiao Sannian had been using Tingyu's magical power, he was always careful about the two Soul Realm monks who didn't take action. As soon as Mingyue made her move, he immediately stepped forward to greet her.
Mingyue smiled contemptuously, "Young golden elixir monk, dare to fight with me?"
"when!"
The two swords struck each other, and the chill on the Ice Soul Sword made Mingyue take a step back. If she hadn't attached the soul power to her soul weapon just now, she might have broken her soul treasure during this sword confrontation.
"What a sword. I want this sword."
Laughing for three years, he shouted: "You don't deserve it!"
Mingyue was scorned by a little golden elixir monk, and she naturally felt angry in her heart. "Old man, you must die!"
In just a few breaths, Mingyue and Xiao Sannian fought for several more rounds. Only then did she feel the power of this humble old man.
Her current cultivation level is at the early stage of Soul Refining Realm. And this silver-bearded veteran is just a late-stage Jindan monk. The hurdle from the golden elixir stage to the soul refining stage is the biggest difficulty on the road to cultivation.
Once this threshold is crossed, the spiritual power in the body can be transformed into soul power. The monk has truly become one of the strongest in the world of cultivation. The difference between a spiritual transformation monk and a golden elixir monk lies in the quality and amount of spiritual power. The difference between the golden elixir monk and the soul monk is the essential attribute of power.
This essential difference in power determines that there cannot be a leapfrog war between the two. And that silver-bearded Taoist could actually create such a miracle.
Xiao Sannian relied on the mysterious weapon in his hand and the powerful Tingyu magical power, so that Mingyue, a soul-level monk, could not take any advantage in front of him. After Mingyue fought with him for several rounds, she clearly realized that she had no way to defeat the old man before his spiritual power was exhausted.
"What a Wuwei Taoist sect. We really found a treasure today." Mingyue struck again. She had to consume the old man alive.
Xiao Hong is a young disciple of the Mystic Sect who has cultivated in the Spirit Transformation Realm. Her mission is to capture the little girl who is only about ten years old. For her, this should have been an extremely simple task. But when she fought with Chu Feiyan, she was surprised to find that she, a monk in the middle stage of the spirit transformation realm, was unable to capture the little girl.
Fortunately, another sister joined in and saved the day.
With one against two, Chu Feiyan felt it was difficult. She fought and retreated. It retreated to the foot of the mountain.
Suddenly, the two female monks surrounding Chu Feiyan were penetrated by two rain swords. Two disciples of the Nine Nether Sect were the first to die in this battle.
This is the most powerful move that Ting Yu, the eldest sister of the tenth generation disciple, realized in her own natal magical power.
This magical power can instantly kill two monks of the same level. The important reason is that the two people did not expect that in such a fierce battlefield ahead, anyone would be able to spare time to take care of this little girl.
Of course, it was also because Ting Yu's move was powerful enough. After using this magical power, most of her spiritual power has been drained away. She almost didn't have the strength to fight anymore. She did this to comply with Uncle Chu's order.
All of them will undoubtedly die today, and all they can do is protect Chu Feiyan from escaping at all costs. Everyone who is pestering Chu Feiyan is their first target.
The sudden death of the two junior sisters made Qingfeng lose his patience. She became really angry, and a long sword appeared in her hand. The muscles at the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
"I will make your death ugly!" She said this harshly. The eyes of the huge soul image behind him flashed with cold light.
"No!" Xiao Sannian yelled, and he felt Qing Feng's rising murderous intent. He immediately attacked Qingfeng from the air. With his late-stage Golden Core cultivation level against two soul-stage experts, this is really asking for death. But what choice does he have at this point? Besides him, who else in the Wuwei Taoist sect can withstand the wrath of a Soul Realm monk!
The heavy rain fell more quickly. It was as if the sky was crying. They were able to resist the lost monks for so long only because they used Tingyu's magical power regardless of the huge consumption of spiritual power in their bodies. But how long can they sustain this kind of consumption? At most it's just half a stick of incense.
But once Qingfeng joins the battle, they don't even have half the time to burn the incense!
Looking at the silver-bearded old man who was killing her, Qingfeng smiled. She laughed a little wildly. It had been a long time since she had killed someone so happily.
"Suffer death!"
Qingfeng's sword goes from bottom to top, and Mingyue's sword goes from top to bottom. Two phantoms in the air simultaneously launched a fatal move at Xiao Sannian.
"Master!"
"Master!"
The disciples of the Wuwei Taoist sect roared. Even though they were all ready to die, their hearts were still throbbing at this moment.
"Boom!" The sound was like thunder!
Xiao Sannian, who was in the air, waved the mysterious weapon in his hand and blocked Qingfeng's life-threatening sword from below.
"Pfft!" laughed for three years and vomited a mouthful of blood. The huge sword of Mingyue above penetrated the body of Xiao Sannian.
An old face that had been smiling for three years turned pale in an instant. A rickety and thin body fell from the sky.
One sword breaks the golden elixir, and one sword destroys the path of life and death...
The eldest eighth-generation disciple of the Wuwei Taoist sect. The leader who was always smiling, the spirited old man who was drinking and composing poems yesterday, fell into the Magu Valley where he was stunned.
Due to his fall, the rain in the sky became lighter. But raindrops fell on the face that had smiled for three years, making him feel cold.
All the scenery in front of Xiao Sannian made him feel strange. He is familiar with every plant and tree in Magu Valley. But now everything lost its color. There was only a world of black and white left in his eyes.
He understood that his life had come to an end, and the shouts of death in the distance gradually became inaudible. The familiar sound of raindrops in my ears slowly faded away.
He felt waves of overwhelming fatigue, but he still insisted on not wanting to close his eyes. There is still too much in his heart that he cannot let go of!
"I'm old and useless. I pity my children..."
