Evil Path to Longevity, Start with Moving Blood and Bones

Above mid-air.

The sun sets in the west and the afterglow shines.

The clouds and mist are like dreams and illusions, sometimes condensing into various strange shapes, and sometimes quickly dissipating, like a rushing flame, with blazing light and passionate momentum.

Among the clouds, a gorgeous spiritual boat was like a bright star, speeding through the sea of ​​clouds, with a faint spiritual light emitting from the boat.

"Young Master, is this the spirit boat from Sinque City?"

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As one monk exclaimed, other monks also looked into the distance.

In the vast sea of ​​clouds, a group of monks riding flying eagles saw the appearance of the spirit boat from a distance. The young man in charge had a stern face, and a trace of unruly color flashed in his eyes. There was a look in his eyes that should not be underestimated. Domineering.

This person's name is Zuo Ying, the second son of the leader of the Evil Eagle Sect. His cultivation is considered to be among the best among his peers, having reached the seventh level of God Transformation.

"Hmph, the road between enemies is narrow."

"Last time, people from Sinque City took advantage of my father's seclusion to kill a branch of our Evil Eagle Sect. Today is just the right day."

"Let's go, follow!"

Zuo Ying, the leader, gave an order, and a group of flying eagle monks turned into a line of light and shadow and followed closely behind the spirit boat.

"Commander, someone has locked the spirit boat."

Inside the spirit boat.

One of the five guards brought by Luo Xia stepped forward and said.

This man's eyes were as white as two deep cold pools.

There was no light flowing in it, and he was holding a spiritual weapon like an armillary sphere. The spiritual weapon exuded a simple and profound aura, and the whole body was engraved with strange lines, as if it carried the mysteries of heaven and earth.

at this time.

The spiritual instrument rotated slowly, and a spiritual bead on it moved toward the southwest.

"Um?"

When Luo Xia heard this, she also spread her spiritual thoughts, and soon a trace of vigilance flashed in Luo Xia's eyes.

"People from the Evil Eagle Sect."

"How could we meet them at the beach?"

While speaking, Luo Xia stood up, and Li Jiuqing behind him slowly opened his eyes.

"A little trouble."

Luo Xia said.

Li Jiuqing also stood up when he saw this, and the two of them came to the deck of the spirit boat one after another.

But Li Jiuqing hasn't waited for anything to happen.

In the sky, a sharp roar came.

"You bastard from Sinque City, die!"

On top of the goshawk, Na Zuoying didn't say a word, and directly sacrificed a spiritual weapon, turning it into a sharp golden light blade, carrying the power of thunder, and slashed towards the spirit boat.

However, at this critical moment, the monk with white eyes in Luo Xia's escort waved the armillary sphere in his hand, and a hazy blue light bloomed from it, forming a thick barrier and easily defused the golden light blade. impact.

"Boom!!!"

“Who is your Excellency??”

Luo Xia's voice was cold and majestic, her eyes locked on Zuo Ying, her eyes full of warning.

"Dog of Sinque City, do you have the right to ask me who I am?" Zuo Ying smiled arrogantly, his words full of contempt, and at the same time, a terrifying divine source bloomed crazily in his body.

‘As expected of a Great City Master, this person is only a seventh-level god-transformation monk. The power and pressure he unleashes is no less than that of a ninth-level god-transformation monk in the world of cultivation! ’

in the central realm.

Whether it is magical power or mental foundation, it is definitely not comparable to that small place in the world of cultivation. Therefore, in terms of means and so on, the monks in the central realm can fight against the monks in the world of cultivation even if they cross two stages.

"What a loud tone!"

Among the guards beside Luo Xia, a sturdy monk yelled angrily, preparing to fight back.

However, Luo Xia waved her hand to stop him, and turned to Zuo Ying and said, "If you have a grudge against Sinque City, you might as well approach the City Lord's Mansion to argue with him. Why show off your bravery here?"

Zuoying laughed loudly after hearing this, with a hint of madness in her laughter, "Do you think I'm stupid? I just want to teach you a lesson here and see what you can do!"

After saying that, Zuo Ying activated the spiritual weapon again, and rounds of golden light poured out like a violent storm, and the attack became more fierce.

"Teach him a lesson!"

To this.

Luo Xia also looked at the guards beside her and said.

"Got the order!"

When the strong man heard this, his breath swelled all over his body, and his muscles bulged, as if he contained infinite power.

As he waved his hand, the void shook, and ripples spread out in circles, actually resisting Zuo Ying's golden light offensive.

"Little bastard, let grandpa come and meet you!"

After one blow, the strong man burst out and charged towards Zuoying like a mad lion.

"presumptuous!"

The moment the strong man made his move, the guards around Zuoying also gave a sharp shout.

"Back off!"

"Let me do it myself!"

A trace of madness flashed in Zuoying's eyes, and then she raised her knife and faced him.

The two people clashed instantly in the air, with swords and swords clashing. Every collision was accompanied by violent energy fluctuations, as if two mountains were colliding in the air, which was shocking.

"Eighth level of God Transformation, you just look like this. I'm afraid all the so-called cultivation of your body is just like that of a cultivating dog, piled up randomly on your body!!

"The corners of Zuo Ying's mouth raised slightly, and at the moment, she was wearing a frightening and sinister smile, and she couldn't help but mock.

Compared with this strong man, Zuoying was slightly inferior to two levels of cultivation, but relying on his profound knowledge, he was still able to fight with him back and forth without falling behind at all.

The spiritual weapon he sacrificed exuded a dazzling golden light, like an indestructible barrier, struggling to withstand the strong man's fierce attack like a violent storm.

The battle between the two sides became more and more intense, and began to surge violently, as if stirred by their fighting power, gradually forming a vortex-like violent storm, as if it was going to involve the entire world.

"Little bastard, you are so arrogant!"

The strong man opened his eyes wide and shouted, and the muscles all over his body instantly tightened, like pillars made of steel, bursting out with unprecedented powerful strength.

"Take my punch!"

The punch was like a thunderous force, hitting Zuo Ying's spiritual weapon fiercely, and immediately made a deafening sound, which seemed to penetrate the clouds and echoed in this world for a long time.

However, the furious strong man did not notice it.

At the moment of his full-strength burst, Zuo Ying pinched a seal in his hand.

His figure instantly dimmed.

When the strong man's attack fell in front of him, Zuo Ying's figure directly dispersed, and the strong man's terrifying blow tilted the clouds, and a beam of divine light fell.

The mountain range below exploded with a rumble, and countless birds and animals were wiped out in this blow.

"What?"

The strong man's eyes widened, and a sense of crisis instantly hit him.

Zuo Ying's figure appeared behind the strong man, and he slashed down with the golden knife in his hand!

With the blessing of the endless divine source, the golden knife's blade slashed through the sky!

If this blow fell.

The strong man would almost certainly die.

"The sky is turning!"

However, at this moment, another guard, the monk with white eyes, gently turned the armillary sphere in his hand, and a strange power fluctuation was released, and there seemed to be an elusive rule in the air.