Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The reinforcements from Qilin Mountain are here, and they also have a famous reputation for being cool and powerful.

Thirty-six handsome men and beautiful women in Qilin Mountain confuse the youthful and immortal group of all living beings.

The leader, or leader of the alliance, is the old naughty boy Wang Keke.

Of course, this was because he wanted to be an official, so he gave it to himself and it was not officially recognized.

Wang Keke's Taoism is extremely high. The magic weapon in his hand that looks like a powerful dragon's mace is called the Divine Whip. It is an extremely powerful magic weapon inherited from ancient times in the world.

He is lazy and funny. He is over 400 years old and has never accepted a true disciple. However, his legacy has not been interrupted.

Ever since he was defeated by senior Yun Yazi more than two hundred years ago, he has been living in the Tiansheng Cave of Qilin Mountain where his senior brother, a wicked Taoist, lived.

Not only did the dove occupy the magpie's nest, it also occupied the disciples who were immoral.

Among the seven true disciples of Taoist Wicked, his favorites are Liu Jiao and Duan Xiaoxiao. I often teach them a few tricks whenever I have nothing to do.

Especially Liu Jiao, who aspired to become a heavenly being before he reached the age of 100. In addition to his own qualifications and the teachings of the immoral Taoist, Wang Keke also played a very important role in his cultivation path.

Wang Keke was the fifth-ranked master in the Duantianya Grand Examination more than 370 years ago. In the past two hundred years, he has practiced in secret, and his cultivation level can only be described as unfathomable.

He led more than thirty cultivation masters from Qilin Mountain and entered the battlefield from the east.

In addition to the old naughty boy, there was also the fat old man Fei Bo who often quarreled with him along the way.

Fei Bo is his nickname. He is a contemporary of Wang Ke, and his moral conduct is also extremely high. A hundred years ago, in the Piaomiao Pavilion, he once killed three demon sect elders and became famous for a while.

These two top masters charged at the front, like two gods of death, one fat and one thin.

Even if the old naughty boy and Fei Bo don't deal with each other and start fighting, it's called a tacit understanding.

Fei Bo uses a three-foot green-edged sword, which should be of wood type.

He rushed outside the battle circle and struck the leading celestial monk with a sword.

The heavenly monk's cultivation was not low, and he should have reached the peak of Lingji. He raised his fairy sword to block, but failed to block Fei Bo's sword and fell downwards.

Before he could stabilize his body, the old naughty boy's sharp-mouthed face appeared in front of the monk.

The monk shouted in his heart that something was wrong, and raised his sword to strike the old man's neck.

It's still a step too late.

The magic whip in the old naughty boy's hand is faster.

The Divine Whip is not a sharp sword, but it cuts through the defensive armor of the heavenly monk like tofu. The other end of the Divine Whip penetrates from his back.

His heart was broken, and he barely felt any pain before dying.

While the old naughty boy pulled out the magic whip, he grabbed the fairy sword that fell from the monk's hand and laughed: "It's a good grade, a top-quality spiritual weapon!"

Just as he was about to peel off the armor from the monk, Fei Bo's voice rang out, "Old naughty boy, do you want to show some respect? In the face of a formidable enemy, you only care about stripping off the clothes of a dead man?"

The old naughty boy said: "This is my old king's trophy!"

That's what he said, but the current battle situation was indeed unfavorable, so he had to give up his defensive armor, put away the fairy sword he had just obtained, and rushed into the enemy's formation again with the magic whip. From the beginning of the fight to now, there are only two sticks of incense time. Both the human cultivators and the heavenly cultivators have suffered losses. Because the human cultivators are all first-class masters above the realm of spiritual silence, ten people died in the battle, but although the number of heavenly cultivators is numerous, but its

Most of the Zhongyi were under the realm of Lingji, and more of them died in the battle, nearly fifty people.

When the masters from Qilin Mountain arrived, the battlefield was in chaos. Thirty-six masters rushed in, immediately causing chaos in the battle circle to the east.

Soon, these thirty-six people rushed into the battle circle and protected Liu Jiao, Sikong Zhaixing, Qu Xianer and others who were seriously injured in the battle circle one by one.

They were like a fire brigade, rushing back and forth. Since the battle formation was very loosely divided, the group of people huddled together, which had a miraculous effect.

First, they collected a dozen human cultivators from the eastern battlefield, and then before the heavenly disciples could reorganize their formation, they began to attack to the west, and the trapped Baili Yuan, Qin Lan and others were also protected in the defensive circle. .

The nine people trapped on the battlefield in the north were also very smart and rushed south desperately.

A small miracle took place on the outskirts of the Snowy Mountains.

In less than half a stick of incense, the scattered and trapped cultivators in the world miraculously gathered together.

Of the twenty-nine people, not one of them died or fell behind during the attack.

Twenty-nine young masters covered in blood and thirty-six cultivators from Qilin Mountain were united, and the number suddenly increased to sixty-five.

Although many of them were seriously injured, they still built a defensive circle of about twenty feet in radius.

Miss Achi and others realized what an army there was. There were only thirty-six people, among whom there were only a dozen masters, and the remaining twenty or so were young people who had not yet reached the realm of Lingji.

Time can't be delayed any longer. I still have more than two hundred people left. If I continue to rush into the formation and divide, I will have to spend at least one or two sticks of incense.

Both sides suddenly stopped fighting, as if two wounded beasts were licking their wounds.

It's like two horned lions preparing for the final fight.

During the short intermission, the defense circle was being reinforced on the human side, and the formation was being re-arranged on the heaven side.

The old naughty boy showed off to everyone happily.

There are all young people here, and the old naughty boy has not appeared in the world for more than two hundred years, so no one knows him.

Liu Jiao took several pills and introduced them to everyone, saying: "This is my uncle, Wang Keke."

Achitong twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Keke, the whip king?"

The old naughty boy was happy and said: "Hahaha, it seems that my reputation in the world is still as good as before. Red-haired boy, I like you very much! From now on, you will work for me and you will be well-liked and drink spicy food!"

There was no time to exchange too many pleasantries, and there was no time to bandage the wounds. The fighting began again.

These heavenly monks were all elites drawn from the six divisions of heaven and man. At first, Achi was only divided into four formations. Now she felt that there was no time, so Achi began to change formations.

They were divided into six groups, and the monks transferred from each department formed a formation. The masters of Tiangan, Dikun, Xuanhuang, Fenglei, Taixu, and Lihuo usually train alone. The chaotic organization prevents them from exerting their most powerful combat power. Only they belong to their own group. , the combat power will be the strongest

, only those who cooperate will have the best understanding. Six battle formations advanced from all directions at the same time, and the powerful aura almost made people unable to breathe!