Taiguang Tianyu, Kunlun Immortal Sect.
The Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow, and the wind is blowing with frost.
Two streaks of light intertwined and leaped, and there were bursts of killing and killing sounds, and the sounds of swords and dragon roars were endless.
Looking closely, she saw a bright-eyed woman wearing a silver Taoist robe, wielding a three-foot green blade, and her swordsmanship was astonishing.
Opposite her was a bare-chested, rugged man, who was now using his magical powers. His body was covered with cyan dragon scales, and his vertical dragon eyes were full of fear.
Cui Wei naturally did not expect that in this battle for the position of the Holy Son, he would encounter an opponent as difficult as Ming Linlang. This woman has not been able to ascend for a hundred years, but she has become like a god and has now reached the fifth level of immortality. Most of them think that it is because Xuanqing Tianzun pays special attention to her and bestows her with treasures and opportunities.
But now that he, an eighth-level immortal, is facing his sword, he realizes how one-sided and narrow-minded the rumors in the past are, and they are all just conjecture.
Ming Linlang seems to be using simple swordsmanship, but her mastery of magic and magical powers is definitely not low. She can melt all kinds of magic into one sword, giving her a powerful and invincible posture.
The Kunlun Immortal Sect has established the position of the Ten Saint Sons since its inception, and they will try it every five hundred years. Only cultivators who are under six hundred years old can participate. They must choose one of the ten Holy Son Peaks and open the ninety-nine-story mysterious tower on it. Only then can they be qualified to compete.
Now, on the Tianrong Peak chosen by Cui Wei, after many battles, only he and Ming Linlang were left.
The position of the Son of God is power, resource allocation, and smooth path to immortality!
The immortal way is fighting, and Cui Wei will never retreat. What's more, the five realms are actually the five realms. As an eighth realm, he is the gap between the middle and late stages of immortality. Now that Ming Linlang's magic power has shown signs of decline, he should seize the opportunity to pursue the victory.
Cui Wei urged the 'Green Dragon Shakes the Mountain Technique', the green scales flickered with runes, and the dragon roared like a real blue dragon reincarnated, so as to withstand the sharp sword light.
He was determined and used all his magic power to determine the final outcome. But Ming Linlang's silver hair was flying, and there was a light shine of purple gold in her eyes. Instead, she said softly: "Well done."
Her body is like a green bamboo, but in the shadow of the majestic green dragon, she is actually as thin as duckweed.
But not her sword.
Like thunder shaking the sky, like a divine mountain cracking, like bells and drums, the sound of the sword instantly overshadowed the roar of the dragon, and the sword thrust out with the natural aura of the great avenue.
The "Zhen Yuan Three Thousand" sword canon is one of Kunlun's Zhenzong techniques, and its subtlety is fully demonstrated in this sword at this moment.
The great path of the sword is hidden in it, whistling in the wind and snow, and breaking all laws with one sword.
The sword light suddenly shined, and the blue dragon roared mournfully. Cui Wei's body fell into the snowy abyss and was saved by the elders. However, the sword light passed by Ming Linlang actually cut off a corner of Tianrong Peak, causing a spectacular avalanche scene. .
Her magic power was indeed weakened, but she used the ancient immortal secret technique to force a sword. At this moment, she was very exhausted, but she was still in the air, with a sharp look in her eyes.
"The Holy Son of Tianrong Peak, the 137th generation disciple, Ming Linlang."
Ming Linlang heard the majestic sound coming from the void, and couldn't help but lick her lips, hurry up. Back then, the news that Pei Xihe stepped into the Immortal and escaped to other heavens was widely known because of a Taoist weapon.
She also knew that time was not too long. As a descendant of the divine jade, Ming Linlang also obtained part of his memory, which contained the existence of 'him'.
The gears of fate have already started turning. The chess game 'He' has played is too difficult to escape.
Ming Linlang unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword. She needed stronger strength to split the chess game with one sword.
At this moment, on another peak, there was a woman staggering, almost falling into the white snow, and barely able to stabilize herself.
Her green robe was completely stained with blood, her flesh and blood were mutilated and blurred, and a small gourd beside her was dim.
She wiped her face with her good hand, revealing her amber eyes, which had not lost half of their sparkle.
"The Holy Son of Xuanyun Peak, the 137th generation disciple, Jiang Mingzhu."
She laughed out loud at this moment, but it was a pity that she looked rather ugly.
"Finally we did it."
Jiang Mingzhu shook her hand and looked into the sky, as if looking at something through the empty air.
"Those who wanted to mess with my destiny and weave lies back then, wait for me to kill you with my own hands."
How can my life be easily manipulated by others? What was once a piece of grass will one day grow to a towering height.
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In the battlefield of the world, Pei Xihe walked across the ground as fast as the wind.
Magic power suddenly emerged from her palm, turning into several chains and flying through the air, binding the skeleton in front of her on the spot, making it impossible to escape.
Pei Xihe breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the little white-bone man.
There is no rotation of the sun and the moon in this world battlefield, so naturally there is no distinction between day and night. She can only rely on the spiritual clock to record the passage of the world.
Pei Xihe traveled all the way north for three or four days, spanning a hundred thousand miles, and then walked out of the blood swamp, down to earth again, and began to try to find out the whereabouts of the creatures in this world that could not be mapped. .
But she found that these strange creatures born from bones have an almost irresistible instinct for fresh flesh and blood. People with higher cultivation levels may be able to resist the desire, but those with similar cultivation levels to Pei Xihe or even lower, then There is no way to resist the instinct, even if the intelligence is not low, it will only fight to the death.
This is no wonder. Logically speaking, the skeleton Kunpeng she encountered at the beginning should have stopped its losses in time, but Pei Xihe was so "too fragrant" that it couldn't part with it. In the end, he gave her a demon god skeleton and Kunpeng. Hitomi.
But the little white bone spirit in front of me, a huge stick bone, with the aura of cultivation that just stepped into the heavenly realm, was the exception.
It unexpectedly discovered that after sensing Pei Xihe's aura, it was not driven by instinct to devour flesh and blood, but instead grew two legs from its lower end and ran away.
At this moment, it was suppressed by Pei Xihe. Its breath was disordered and it was obviously very panicked.
"Ouch! Woof! Woof! Ouch!"
It screamed, and Pei Xihe found that its mood was obvious and its intelligence was not low. Hearing its scream, he asked hesitantly: "Are you a spirit made from dog bones?"
There was silence for a moment, and the bone spirit that had been screaming crazily was speechless at the moment. Its magic power quickly emerged, and a mouth was created on the stick bone to spit out human words.
"Wuyu fucking opened the door for Wuyu. Wuyu is home."
"You are the one who turned into a dog bone!"
Pei Xihe glanced at it, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. Although this skeletal spirit was timid, it seemed that he didn't understand the situation and was a little unruly for no reason.
She raised her right hand, and a golden shadow rushed into the cage made of chains.
The fluffy tail was waved by Helian Jiucheng so fast that it almost left an afterimage. This cage was transformed by Pei Xihe's Taoism, so it naturally suppressed the bone spirit so much that he couldn't use any magic power to protect his body, and was beaten by the fox until he whined repeatedly.
Of course, Pei Xihe wanted to solve the problem in the simplest way at this moment. He had a temper, so he just had to overcome it.
(End of chapter)
