The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

Just as the two were fighting wits and courage in the barrier set up by the Yinhun Banner.

In the outside world, a group of people have quietly arrived near Jingui Lake.

The leader was none other than the Jindan cultivator who had been commissioned by his good friend to hunt down the robber cultivator.

Looking at the huge lake in front of him, Luo Xingzi's depressed mood was relieved. The lack of successors and the short life span troubled him.

Fortunately, if this trip goes smoothly, both of these problems can be solved.

At this time, a handsome middle-aged man came from behind.

He bowed to Luo Xingzi and said respectfully:

"Master, we have found the location of that group of people. They are all in a formation."

"No need to notify me. This is your chance. Whoever gets the Five Elements Spirit Fruit will own it." Luo Xingzi felt a little regretful as he looked at the eldest disciple in front of him.

This disciple was an orphan he adopted when he was young. He only had the talent of four spiritual roots, but he had the deepest feelings for him.

At that time, he had not yet obtained the opportunity to learn astrology. He was only in the middle stage of foundation building, and the golden elixir was out of reach for him.

The name given to this eldest disciple was also in the hope that he could inherit his ambition to become an immortal and continue on his way.

But it is difficult to make any progress on the path of cultivation without talent and opportunity. Even though he had the opportunity to achieve the golden elixir many times later and took good care of this disciple, there was still no possibility for him to achieve the golden elixir.

He once told her fortune, but his astrology only showed that she would achieve great success late in life.

Now this disciple is already in the late stage of foundation building at the age of two hundred. If it takes any longer to succeed, he will have to watch this disciple, who is as close to him as his own son, pass away with him.

Maybe building the foundation is the end for him.

After saying this, Luo Xingzi suppressed his distracting thoughts, sat down cross-legged, prepared to fish, and waited for the final result from his disciples.

Song Zhixian watched his master take out the fishing rod, looking as if he didn't want to deal with anything else, so he could only retreat.

He turned and walked towards the direction of the six people nearby.

The other disciples looked forward to seeing the eldest brother coming. One of them could not hold back and asked:

"Big Brother, does Master have any instructions? Is this trip dangerous?"

Song Zhixian just shook his head and said, "It's not dangerous. Whoever gets the Five Elements Spiritual Fruit will own it."

Although the master did not say it explicitly, he had been with the master for many years and he already knew his habits. If he did not stop him, his life would not be in danger.

Upon hearing this, the other six people's eyes immediately lit up. The eldest brother had just gone to ask the master for them. If there was no danger, they had to take action.

Although they also asked for divination, none of them were as accurate as the master.

Now, the five elements spiritual fruit may be in the formation. As long as we kill the cultivator inside, we can get the golden elixir.

The six people began to discuss how to arrange the operation. After all, there were six of them, and according to the information obtained from the compass, there were only three people inside.

The master said that whoever gets it owns it. If they all act recklessly at the same time, it will be a mess and it will damage the harmony between the brothers.

Song Zhixian sat aside, watching his six fellow apprentices discussing the action plan with interest, a smile on his face.

Since he was too old and the chance of forming a pill was too small, he did not think of getting involved in this matter.

Moreover, since the master had been in seclusion for many years, he was the one who taught these fellow disciples, and the relationship between the brothers was very deep. Although he did not plan to participate, he was prepared to watch from the side.

In the ghost banner barrier.

Hu Shi continued to use talismans to bombard the defensive shield held up by the Smiling Monk.

This process has been going on for half a day.

The attack talismans in Hu Shi's storage bag had long been used up, and he was now using those from the other two corpses.

As the battle was about to break out, the Smiling Monk, who was closest to the corpse, had no time to collect the spoils, but in this situation, Hu Shi naturally benefited from it.

Looking at the shield getting dimmer and dimmer, Hu Shi was overjoyed.

He is now using the second-level talismans to continue attacking, and all his mana is consumed to maintain the barrier of the Yinhun Banner. His condition is naturally better than that of the Laughing Monk. As long as the shield is broken, he is only one step away from success.

"Brother, stop resisting. The third-level dragon poison cannot be eliminated by ordinary people." Hu Shi was still activating the talisman and trying his best to disturb his mind.

There are many jade bottles piled up around the smiling monk in the shield, which contain detoxification pills and magic power recovery pills.

He was already completely exhausted at this point, collapsing on the ground, unable to even make an angry or ferocious expression.

But he was already filled with rage. He was confident that his physical strength was enough to withstand any second-level magic weapon and deal with any sneak attack. However, Hu Shi chose to use poison, which made the physical body he had cultivated with great effort useless.

He thought it was useless, but in fact it was not the case. If he was not in a strong physique, he would not have been able to hold on for half a day.

The poison removal that lasted for half a day was not without effect. The magic power in his dantian could still be used. This might be his only chance to reverse the trend.

It’s just that the magic power is extremely slow to mobilize.

Since he couldn't move his body, he could only rely on his spiritual sense to control the jade bottle beside him and feed the pill into his mouth to restore his magic power that was about to dry up.

At this moment, he could only think of two ways to break the impasse.

The first is to remove the shield now, before the little remaining mana is consumed too much in maintaining the shield.

Afterwards, he pretended that the poison had completely erupted to lure Hu Shi to show up, and then used the blood-illuminating divine light to give him a thundering blow.

But this plan is very crude, not to mention whether it can kill with one strike.

A mature robbery cultivator will not approach the enemy until he sees the enemy's body being burned to ashes by the fireball.

Although he was somewhat confident that Hu Shi still needed his body in exchange for his true identity, he would not directly use means to destroy the body.

But it is also possible that Hu Shih would chop off his head with a flying sword. His body cannot be cut off so easily, but it is hard to say if he were to be hit a few more times.

The second is to directly use the Blood-Illuminating God to break the formation, wait for Hu Shi to be exposed, and then use the divine light to kill him.

But he was not familiar with the art of formations and had no confidence at all, otherwise he would not have waited until now.

If the formation is not broken by then and the magic power is very little, how should he deal with Hu Shi?

Now most of the mana recovered by using pills has to be used to support the shield, which is totally insufficient to cover the expenditure and makes it difficult to accumulate mana.

At that time, he could only risk the exhaustion of his Dantian and release the Blood-Illuminating Divine Light twice. However, because his magic power was mobilized too slowly, others would easily see through him and be able to deal with it.

The two countermeasures he thought of were rejected one by one while he was thinking.

The more the Smiling Monk thought about it, the more he felt that this was a dead end, and he would die with hatred because he did not understand the formation.

On the other side, when Hu Shi used the last talisman, he estimated that the Smiling Monk's remaining magic power was almost exhausted.

He was just about to use his magic power to put some pressure on this senior brother who had persisted until now.

The formation suddenly shook, and a crack appeared on the barrier, becoming shaky.

The black fog that concealed his figure gradually dissipated.

Seeing this situation, Hu Shi suddenly became panicked. As long as his magic power was not exhausted, it would be difficult for the enemy to break the formation set up by his Yinhun Banner, let alone escape.

However, this formation has a fatal flaw, which is that it can be easily broken from the outside.