Immortal Road

Chapter 380

You must die!

"Swish! Swish!" Countless flying swords passed by with sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

Hundreds of flying swords intertwined in the air.

These Jingtian Kingdom cultivators were obviously good at combined attacks. Their flying swords could actually form a formation, combining offense and defense, which was flawless.

The cultivators of the Great Immortal Sect usually practiced in the sect and occasionally fought and competed. They had never seen such a combined attack. For a moment, they were actually panicked.

Shichuan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted loudly: "Fellow Taoists, don't panic, protect your mind!"

In an instant, the Nine Star Gong appeared in Shichuan's hand.

"Boom!" The first attack.

Shichuan wrapped the sound of this attack with spiritual power and threw it to the cultivators of Jingtian Kingdom.

This can minimize the impact of the Nine Star Gong on the cultivators of the Great Immortal Sect.

The rumbling sound was continuous and endless. After the three strikes of the Nine Star Gong, even the well-prepared Great Immortal Sect cultivators were somewhat overwhelmed.

Ishikawa's spiritual consciousness was also damaged.

The sword formation of the Jingtian Kingdom cultivators had already been destroyed.

The spiritual consciousness of several cultivators with slightly lower cultivation was also damaged.

Although the Jingtian Kingdom cultivators were sharp in fighting, they were not very good at Taoism, and their spiritual consciousness was relatively low. Under the attack of the Nine Star Gong, they were very vulnerable, and several of them were seriously injured.

"Daoyou, what are you waiting for, kill them!" Someone shouted, and nearly a hundred Great Immortal Sect cultivators in the late stage of foundation building flew away with flying swords.

In an instant, two hundred people were fighting together.

Ishikawa swallowed a few mouthfuls of spiritual wine and manipulated the Qinggang Sword. Lightning flashed, and the Qinggang Sword took one person's life.

Almost no one survived wherever Ishikawa passed.

The Jingtian Kingdom cultivators were obviously very afraid of Ishikawa.

Especially the young cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, seeing Ishikawa coming all the way, shouted angrily: "Kill this man first, don't worry about others!"

Immediately,

Four cultivators in the late stage of foundation building flew towards Ishikawa.

Ishikawa's eyes flashed, and he pointed his finger slightly, thunder and lightning flowed, golden light shone, and dozens of golden thunders fell from the sky.

The four people naturally knew the power of golden thunder and did not dare to take it head-on.

They also took out many spiritual weapons in their hands to resist the golden thunder.

And Ishikawa's Qinggang sword had already flown.

The eighteen Qinggang swords were divided into six groups. Each group fought against one person, and the rest attacked the young cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

"Only eighteen flying swords!" The young cultivator was full of disdain. He waved his hand, and more than twenty flying swords as small as daggers flew out.

These small flying swords were shining blue, as if some poison was extracted.

"Mist!" The young monk shouted, and a white gauze curtain was thrown out by him. In an instant, the gauze curtain grew to more than ten feet wide.

In the gauze curtain, the clouds and mist were faint, almost exactly the same as the mist formation that Shichuan encountered when he went to the Great Immortal Sect, but this formation was slightly thinner.

"This person's origin is not simple!" Shichuan guessed in his heart.

Obviously, this mist formation is very similar to the mist formation of Jingtian Kingdom, and it should be a treasure of the same origin.

However, the mist formation of ten feet wide obviously has little effect on Shichuan.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the young monk, and he spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. The mist formation was immediately sprayed into a blood-red color, and its size instantly doubled.

The blood-red mist formation pressed towards Shichuan.

I saw Shichuan took out a small tripod and cast a spell.

The small tripod immediately grew to more than ten feet long.

A thin stream of spiritual power slowly flowed from the mist formation into the small tripod.

The flow of spiritual power became faster and faster, and finally it was like a flood. After a short time, the mist formation was swallowed by the small tripod.

"How is this possible?" The young monk showed horror in his eyes.

This mist formation is his greatest reliance. He saw that Ishikawa had extraordinary magical powers, so he wanted to use this formation to capture Ishikawa alive. But he didn't expect that the treasure in Ishikawa's hand was complicated and powerful, and he couldn't deal with it at all.

This small tripod was what Ishikawa got at the auction. After getting this tripod, Ishikawa studied it a little and didn't comprehend how to use it.

But Ishikawa knew that this tripod had a special affinity for spiritual power.

No matter what kind of spiritual power, it is very easy to be absorbed by this small tripod, so Ishikawa wanted to take it out for experiment. Unexpectedly, this treasure has such a strong restraining effect on the mist formation.

The young monk lost his treasure and showed an angry look on his face.

"Boy, you forced me to do this. Today, I will show you what it means to control a flying sword!" He cast several spells with both hands, and the flying swords on his shoulders flew away from his body. Together with his more than 20 small flying swords,

a huge formation was formed in the air.

"Use the sword as a formation, Putian Sword Formation!" The silver light shone in the sword, and a series of cold swords like glaciers flew out.

The cold swords turned into more than 20 silver snakes while flying.

Ishikawa sneered and waved his hand, and 18 Que Ling swords flew out of the air.

There was a blazing fire on the tail of each Que Ling sword. This blazing fire burned fiercely and finally formed 18 fire sparrows with swollen flames.

The fire sparrow opened its mouth and swallowed the silver snake into its stomach.

Instantly, the flying sword controlled by the young monk was completely swallowed by the Fire Spirit Sword, but the raging fire on the Fire Spirit Sword did not weaken at all.

The young monk was even more surprised. The mist formation and the Putian sword formation were both his best formations. These two formations were broken, and the flying swords were lost, and they no longer had any combat power.

The four late-stage foundation-building monks who had just been called by him were all struggling against the Qinggang Sword.

The blue arc in the Qinggang Sword made them dare not underestimate it.

"Come and protect me!" The young monk shouted hysterically.

Several late-stage foundation-building monks flew over.

On the field, the number of people on both sides was not much different, but in the chaos, the monks of the Great Immortal Sect clearly had the advantage.

The old man who was not from the Great Immortal Sect was even more sharp in fighting, and more than a dozen Jingtian Kingdom monks died at his hands.

"Retreat!" Seeing that most of his men were killed, the young monk also had the idea of ​​retreating.

"Want to run? Not so easy!" Ishikawa sneered, and a blue thunderbolt hit the young man's back.

His figure was slightly stagnant, and at the same time a golden thunder fell.

Obviously, this man's defense was very good, and two combined attacks did not cause much damage to this man.

Ishikawa was more and more sure that this man's status in Jingtian Kingdom was not low. If so, Ishikawa must not let him escape.

"Daoyou, why don't you stop here? You don't have many men. If you lose a few more people, the journey to Lijiang will be dangerous." The young monk fled frantically under the protection of two late-stage foundation-building monks.

"If I don't kill you, how can I be worthy of the 32 fellow Taoists who got lost in the mist formation? If I don't kill you, how can I be worthy of the more than 200 fellow Taoists who were killed by you here. We have no grudges against you, but you killed hundreds of people in my sect for the so-called blood refining. You! Must die!" Ishikawa shouted like thunder, and his speed reached the extreme. In a blink of an eye, he had caught up with the young monk.

"Kill!" The monks of the Great Immortal Sect were all shocked.

The monks of Jingtian Kingdom saw that their leaders had fled, and they had no intention of fighting. They flew away directly on the flying sword.

The monks of the Great Immortal Sect would not let them escape so easily. They chased after them one by one.

"Die!" Ishikawa waved his hand, and a flame and a green light attacked the two late foundation building monks respectively.

The distance was very close, and the two were hit immediately and fell off the flying sword.

When the young monk saw that the person who was guarding him was also dead, his face was full of horror. He shouted loudly: "Daoyou, I am the son of the leader of Lingzhen Sect. As long as you spare my life, I will let you join Lingzhen Sect without any conditions."

"You must die!" Ishikawa's voice seemed to come from the ice valley.

Ishikawa didn't care where he came from, who he was from, what Jingtian Kingdom he was, or what Lingzhen Sect he was.

Ishikawa's only thought now was to kill this man.

The blind dragon flew out of Ishikawa's mouth, making a brisk chirping sound, and drilled into the back of the young monk's head.

"If you kill me, you will be the enemy of our Lingzhen Sect, and you will never be erased in this life..." Before the young monk finished speaking, the blind dragon had swallowed his soul into its stomach.

The young monk's body fell from the air.

The blind dragon returned with the storage bag.

After the young monk died, a faint yellow light appeared on his body. Ishikawa pointed his finger, and the Que Ling Sword swallowed it with anger.

The death of the young monk immediately attracted the attention of all the monks in Jingtian Kingdom, and they were terrified.

They came here because of this young monk. After the death of the young monk, even if they did not die in Lijiang, they dared not return to Jingtian Kingdom.

The monks in Jingtian Kingdom were demoralized, and the monks of the Great Immortal Sect were even more excited under Ishikawa's pursuit. Only by making these Jingtian monks die without a trace can they resolve the hatred in their hearts.

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Jingtian Kingdom, Lingzhen Sect.

Lingzhen Sect is a small sect in Jingtian Kingdom. There are not too many disciples.

At this time, in the secret room of the Jingtian Kingdom Lingzhen Sect, a Jindan period ancestor suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the wall. There were fifteen jade plates on the wall, the top one was shattered, and the other two were also severely injured.

"Su'er!" The Jindan-stage ancestor was furious. The Yuanshen plate was broken, which meant that the other party was dead.

The Jindan-stage cultivator waved lightly, and an image appeared in front of his eyes, showing the young cultivator's fear before his death, and Ishikawa's cold face.

"Boy, no matter who you are, I will remember this grudge!"

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