Immortal Mansion Longevity

Chapter 156 Fuel
What's more, high-grade magical artifacts are not available to all Qi refining stage monks. Most of these disciples only have a middle-grade magical artifact, and they dare not beat them directly.

A medium-grade magic weapon needs at least 200 yuan of spirit stones. According to the monthly salary of an inner disciple, even if you don't buy pills to practice, it will take four years to save such a sum of spirit stones. How could you be willing to waste it like this?

However, it finally attracted the attention of the last foundation cultivator, the formation is safe for the time being, so it is still useful.

Liu Yu felt relieved when he saw this place, knowing that the elixir garden should be safe this time.

With the current strength shown by the enemy monks, if they did not break through the protective formation in the first time, after the Yuanyangzong monks reacted, there is little hope.

Although there are three fewer Foundation Establishment cultivators than them, there is no big problem in defense with the formation as a support.

What's more, this place is not far from Wangyue City, and special sound-transmitting symbols have already been issued. With the escape speed of the foundation-building monks, they can support them in up to three hours. If it continues to drag, it will be more and more beneficial to our side.

Thinking of Liu Yu opening his hands here, ten egg-sized orange fireballs emerged from his fingertips, and flew towards the purple-clothed cultivator with a wave of his arms.

"bang bang"

The fireball hit the shield around the cultivator in purple. It was so powerful that it attracted the attention of many people, but it had no substantial effect. After all, it was only a first-level low-level spell, which was easily blocked.

The purple-clothed cultivator regarded this as a provocation, and immediately responded with rage in his heart. He pinched a dozen ice cones in his hand and appeared in front of him, and then rushed towards the formation.

Liu Yu didn't care about this kind of low-grade magic, and never cared about letting it fall on the formation. Anyway, the formation would not pose any threat.

While he was manipulating the Son-Mother Soul Chaser Blade and the Golden Steel Banner, with a movement of his ten fingers, ten fireballs emerged, forming a line and attacking the purple-clothed cultivator like arrows.

Spiritual artifacts clash with spiritual artifacts, magical artifacts collide with magical artifacts, various low-level spells come and go, and the sounds of various collisions spread throughout the radius.

Around the formation, the situation became stalemate for a while, maintaining a balance point, no one could do anything against the other.

In this way, another half a cup of tea time passed.

Outside the black water, deacon Lu hovered in the air with his magic weapon, observing the situation on the field from a high position.

Seeing this scene, his face was ugly and gloomy. Right now, his attack was completely blocked by the enemy monks, and he would be blocked by the Taoist nun in the formation with all kinds of means. There was no way to break the deadlock for a while.

The nine Foundation Establishment cultivators, including three from the same sect, were unable to form an effective attack on the formation, and the remaining one alone could not pose a threat to the formation. Those disciples in the Qi refining period were even at a disadvantage, and they were too timid to attack.

"The raid was a complete failure."

After the monks in the elixir garden came to their senses, although they still had an advantage in strength, they were unable to break through the defensive formation, and there would not be much change if the stalemate continued. Thinking of this, Deacon Lu already wanted to retreat.

"Lu Fubin, you dare to lead people to sneak attack on our Yuanyang Sect's resource points, you are so brave!"

Yan Hongyu spoke at this time, accusing the other party with righteous words.

She has stayed in Wangyue City for decades one after another. Because it is adjacent to Jingzhou, the relationship between Yuanyang Sect and Hehuanmen has always been bad, and she has fought with many foundation-building monks of Hehuanmen. He was promoted to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, so he had never fought against him head-on.

"Humph"

Lu Fubin sneered again and again, he was too lazy to argue with him, and he didn't care if he was recognized.

It is common for the three major camps to attack each other's resource points. Before he came here, he heard that two foundation-level resource points of the sect fell, and none of the monks stationed survived. It was rumored that the monks of Yuanyangzong did it.

It is normal for monks to use all kinds of means to kill each other in order to compete for resources such as spiritual stones, magic weapons, and exercises, so how can there be any distinction between good and evil?
It’s just that the means of competing for interests are different, and their positions are different. It’s common to raid families and exterminate clans. The five major sects of Chu State are not any orthodox sects. Reasons to block Yoyo's mouth.

This place is too close to the frontal camp of monks of Yuanyangzong and Moon City, and seeing that the situation is at a stalemate again, it is not good for our side to continue to drag it down. Thinking of this place, Lu Fubin has already made a decision in his heart.

"Ah~"

He was about to speak to order all the cultivators to retreat, when he heard a scream, Lu Fubin moved his consciousness and looked sideways.

However, the situation on Liu Yu's side has changed, and the cultivator in purple is already dying.

Two breaths ago, Liu Yu mixed a cloudy thunder seed into the fireball and hit the purple-clothed cultivator together. It was too late when he found it, and the cloudy thunder seed was already close at hand.

The purple-clothed monk only had time to sacrifice a high-grade defensive magic weapon, and the Yin Leizi had already been detonated. After a loud noise, the purple-clothed monk who was in the center of the explosion was dying, and the high-grade magic weapon was blown into pieces and scattered everywhere.

This was just an attempt by Liu Yu, and he didn't have much hope at first. If this person was more vigilant, he would have enough time to dodge, or he could be blocked by a top-quality defensive magic weapon, and he would suffer a little injury at most.

It may be that the previous fireball harassment made him lose his due vigilance, or he was dazzled by Liu Yu's constant provocations. In short, he is now lying in the black mud without much resistance.

Liu Yu was overjoyed to see the surprise attack on Jiangong.

Originally, this cloudy thunder was just an attempt on his brain, and he didn't have much hope. He didn't expect that the vigilance of the monk in purple was so low, and he didn't realize it until he was right in front of his eyes.

There were many thoughts in his mind, but Liu Yu's movements were not slow at all. As soon as he thought, the Qingyang magic fire flew out of his mouth, attached to the mother-child soul-chasing blade, controlled the magic weapon, and flew towards the purple-clothed monk quickly to take him life.

At the same time, the dark gold flying sword that had been entangled with Jin Gangqi lost control and fell to the ground due to the serious injury of its owner.

Of course, Liu Yu would not let go of the benefits that were close at hand, and drove the Golden Steel Banner to quickly return to the formation holding the Dark Gold Flying Sword.

He didn't stop after doing all this, an invisible spiritual thorn condensed between his brows with a thought, and the condensed moment disappeared before his eyes.

In the next moment, it had already appeared in front of the purple-clothed monk, piercing directly between his eyebrows, making the purple-clothed monk who was still struggling to do something momentarily lose his mind, his eyes blurred and frozen.

It's the shocking thorn!
The next moment, the son-mother soul-chasing blade burning with pale blue flames was within easy reach and was about to take his life.

"Zhu Zian dares to do that!!!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Fubin let out a roar, and had sacrificed a middle-grade spiritual weapon, and cast the shape-changing technique to transform into a big black-feathered bird, wanting to rescue it.

The family of this purple-clothed monk is the old foundation-building family of the Hehuanmen, and its strength should not be underestimated. Although he is not afraid, he also does not want to turn against each other, so this person cannot just die here.

The other Foundation Establishment cultivators on the side of the Hehuan Sect discovered this scene, and they also used their magic tools to rescue them, but it was too late.

Turning a deaf ear to the words of the Hehuan Sect cultivator, Liu Yu's eyes soared with murderous intent.

He controlled the flaming son-mother soul chasing blade to penetrate the purple-clothed monk's chest without being hindered in the slightest.

In less than half a breathing time, the Qingyang magic fire turned it into black ashes, the life essence and soul were all burned up, and turned into fuel for the magic fire to grow stronger.

Afterwards, the mother and son chased back quickly holding the storage bag of the purple-clothed monk. At this time, the big black bird in the form of a spiritual weapon was late, and they could only look at it and sigh.

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PS: The monthly salary of inner disciples of Yuanyang Sect has been changed. Ten spirit stones per month have been changed to seven. It feels like it was a bit much before.

　
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