Mortal's journey to immortality

"Ha ha ha ha..."

When the male cultivator in the lion head mask heard "just a beekeeper", he couldn't help but burst out laughing. He actually curled up hysterically and covered his stomach, laughing silently.

Juexie watched his performance indifferently, but when he saw him standing up and the chill in his eyes, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Hey, pretend to be a ghost!"

Juexie suppressed the bad premonition hard. Immediately, a cold breath came out from his body, covering the entire ten-mile radius. All the clouds and mists seemed to be unable to withstand the coldness like a tide. Birds behave like beasts and disperse, disappearing into nothingness.

"starry night!"

Juexie looked grim and spoke.

In the blink of an eye, darkness fell. Within a radius of ten miles, it was pitch black, and a star as faint as dust flashed in the darkness.

This is the vision of the evil sect's top-level heaven-level technique "One Tree Night": Starry Night.

This phenomenon is a combination of stars and night, which can be said to be a higher-level existence among mysterious phenomena.

As soon as the starry night comes out, all the senses of the monks in it are completely blocked, like a blind man riding a blind horse, facing a deep pool in the middle of the night, unable to sense sight, touch, feeling, taste, or dust, and even his spiritual consciousness is useless. The specific location of the Lord of Visions could not be found at all.

The Lord of Strange Visions seems to blend into the night, killing his opponents silently and silently. He can only defend passively. Once the defense is broken, it will be the end of his life.

As for the stars among them, they are even more weird and extraordinary. The brilliance of the stars shines on the opponent like a beam of tube light. No matter what kind of skills the opponent practices, as long as they do not exceed the top-level skills of the heaven level, they will continue to be drained of mana. , and then feed back to the caster, which is actually an amazing feat of feeding war with war.

At present, Jue Xie cannot cultivate enough, so he can only make the stars into the size of grains of sand. According to legend, the first ancestor of the evil sect who killed the Four Beast Sects in all directions, the stars in the vision are like a small mountain, blooming. The starlight trapped ten extremely powerful people in the late stage of divine transformation. From then on, the evil reputation of "A Single Tree Night" spread far and wide, and was famous in the five regions.

The lion-headed monk knew that he would fall into the starry night vision, but he did not panic at all.

Although he lost and could not sense any trace of Jue Xie, he was locked by the faint starlight, and his magic power continued to flow along the starlight like a trickling water. What was even more amazing was that his magic power was absorbed by the thin grain of starlight. After being absorbed, the small specks of dust suddenly disappeared and merged into the night sky.

Presumably, this is the extremely powerful transformation power of the stars. At the same time, except for that tiny dot, his six senses are completely useless. The surroundings are as dark as ink. He is like a blazing torch in the dark night. He can't even turn a blind eye. , completely exposed to darkness.

However, it would be too fanciful to defeat him like this.

His face turned cold, he raised one hand and said, "Buzz, buzz, buzz..." Tens of thousands of spirit summoning bees surrounded him and attached to him, covering him in layers and airtightly. .

It was like putting on a piece of living armor, and he completely transformed into a bee-man.

"Woo!"

He made a harsh and strange buzz, and said in a strange tone: "Although I can't find you, just use whatever means you can, and the beekeeper will take over."

"as you wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless gray swords came through the air and struck the beekeeper's body, which was completely covered by the soul-calling bees.

There was a loud "clang", and a dazzling gray-green light flashed and then disappeared.

"Hmph, look how thick your turtle shell is!"

"Dang-dang-dang-dang..."

There was an endless stream of shaking sounds, and patches of gray light came one after another.

Ten breaths later, even though the spirit-calling bee's monster body was a hundred times stronger than the iron spirit, with the sharpness of the top-notch evil magic weapon, the Immortal-Slaying Sword, and the cooperation of an extremely rare "immortal-killing art", hundreds of spirit-calling bees came out from the beekeeper's hand. Falling off the body.

The magical sword skill "The Immortal Killing Technique" is unpredictable and extremely difficult to cultivate. He accidentally obtained it by killing a genius sword cultivator of the same realm in the early stage of foundation building when he used all his methods.

There are three levels of magical powers, namely, Twisting Immortal, Thorning Immortal, and Killing Immortal.

According to records, practicing this technique to the third level of the Great Perfection of Immortal Killing can not only achieve a rare form of swordsmanship, but also capture a trace of the true meaning of swordsmanship, which is extremely sharp and indestructible to everything.

Now, he is just getting a glimpse of the door and has achieved a small degree of success. He has mastered the sword aura and sword marks of a junior "Jiao Immortal".

However, the sword gang and sword marks alone can easily smash ordinary high-grade defensive magic weapons into pieces. The highest level of Jiaoxian is to use the sword gang, sword marks, and sword wires to lay down an extremely powerful weapon in the electric light and flint. The complex sword formation, according to the records of "Beheading Jue", even the average late Nascent Soul cultivator has no power to parry this sword formation.

This is the secret he keeps in his hands to press the bottom of the box.

The soul-calling bees screamed and fell to the ground under the sharp cutting of the Immortal Jiao Gang.

Seeing this, Juexie, who blended into the darkness and didn't know where he was, sneered and shouted: "Kill!"

All of a sudden, gray swords came overwhelmingly from all directions, drowning the beekeeper in an instant.

After half a cup of tea, more than 10,000 soul summoning bees died under the Immortal Killing Sword, and their souls were scattered.

"Hey hey hey, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Jue Xie had already risen to the point of killing and fell into madness. The roars came together with Jian Gang in the darkness.

After half a stick of incense, sword gangs and sword marks swept away one after another, and there was less than a hundred soul-calling bees.

"The final blow, Jiaoxian!"

"is it?"

Like a bolt from the blue, thunder on the ground, the beekeeper's plain and sad words rang in Jue Xie's ears.

When he was extremely frightened and his whole body was shaking, "Pfft!", blood spattered, and a green demon bee flapped its six crystal-clear wings at a speed as fast as a millimeter like a sharp arrow. In a trance, from Jue Xie's heart moved back and forth dozens of times.

"Bang!"

Jue Xie's corpse hit the ground heavily. When he died, the night dispersed and the stars sank into the boundless white clouds. However, within a radius of ten miles, the thick clouds and mist still did not move forward.

"Crack!"

The remaining few hundred soul-calling bees separated from the body of the male cultivator in the lion-head mask, but did not fly away, but still surrounded him.

I saw him kneeling deeply on the ground where the remains of the Soul-calling Bees were all over the ground. Drops of blood and tears continued to drip from his mask onto the bodies of the Soul-calling Bees. His trembling hands held up their corpses. The blood and tears had long since His eyes blurred and he burst into tears.

This is his own spiritual beast that has been with him for four hundred years. It is not just a spiritual beast, but his brother, his partner, who will live and die with him, and will never leave him.

The soul is gone, go back,

Soul, come back,

My soul has returned,

The soul is still there...

Like a flash of cyan lightning, the queen flew onto his shoulder and gently tapped his trembling shoulder with her six wings as if she felt the same.

Just patting it gently...