Sun's journey to immortality

Rather than risk chasing Tubala, it is better to choose Sun Mingsheng, who is easier to deal with. On the one hand, he has the highest chance of winning, and on the other hand, two Huangyuan fruits can basically meet the needs.

The other two Gu cultivators with strange methods had many people and many needs. Naturally, their opponents were Tubala, who had picked three spiritual fruits. They were both Southern Xinjiang monks, so they had no fear at all.

As for the thousand-year realgar powder used to deal with the giant snake, it is just a small means for them and cannot form a sufficient deterrent at all.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, this Huangyuan Fruit is a valuable treasure to you and me, and I sincerely need it. How about we allocate one to each of us equally?" The late-stage foundation-building monk caught up with him in a short time, and his words were quite interesting. It's so gentle that it subconsciously gives people a feeling of trustworthiness.

"The Huangyuan Fruit is the reward I deserve for hunting the giant snake. Why do fellow Taoists need to be so aggressive here?" Sun Mingsheng naturally would not give up the treasure he had acquired so easily.

"Why does Fellow Daoist Sun take the treasure so seriously? It's better to give it to the next one, lest it hurts the harmony between you and me." There was already a faint threat in the monk's tone.

Perhaps he was not willing to easily clash with Sun Mingsheng, but his strength in the later stages of foundation building still gave him a sufficient advantage in the comparison between the two.

"There are treasures everywhere in the spiritual realm, why do fellow Taoists bother to intimidate me?" Sun Mingsheng was unwilling to have a conflict, but he was not afraid at all.

In a head-on battle, Sun Mingsheng was not confident enough to win, but he was equally sure of maintaining an unbeatable confrontation.

The chase between the two people only lasted for a stick of incense. After reaching a relatively safe distance from the lake, they stopped running.

Sun Mingsheng did not have any special talents or abilities in escaping. When faced with the pursuit of a late-stage foundation-building monk, relying on a relatively solid foundation to consume was no match for him. It would be better to continue to escape than to do it neatly. , the ownership of Huangyuan Fruit is determined by victory or defeat.

This was obviously a tacit understanding between the two monks. After confirming that there was no room for relaxation between the two parties, the atmosphere became increasingly stalemate.

"It seems that I can only do it once. If Fellow Daoist Sun can take three moves, I will give all two Huangyuan Fruits to Fellow Daoist. If I am lucky enough to win one and a half moves, I also ask Fellow Daoist Sun to give up one spiritual fruit." , so that you and I will not fight and others will take advantage in vain." After a long time, the late-stage foundation-building monk opposite finally came up with a solution that was acceptable to both of them.

"Fellow Taoist Shuang Kuang" did not think about it for too long, and Sun Mingsheng also agreed with this method.

"Friend Daoist Sun, let's take a look at the first move." Before he could finish his words, the ground suddenly and violently churned, like an earth dragon turning over. Along with waves of shaking, a large number of huge craters like wounds appeared on the ground.

"Huhuhu" These wounds on the earth did not appear in vain. Waves of cold wind blew up, making people feel the coldness in their bones.

"Soil condenses, dragon forms, swallows" came a cold voice, because the earth cracked and squeezed out, as if it had regained its spiritual consciousness, it gathered together crazily, under the condensation of mana. , the appearance of earthly dragons has appeared.

Three vivid earth dragons shook their heads and tails, with huge mouths, and crashed towards Sun Mingsheng.

The cold wind invaded the internal organs, and the earth dragon devoured the monk's body. This late-stage foundation-building monk was indeed very powerful. The first move was so fierce that it made people feel overwhelmed.

Sun Mingsheng had a look of surprise on his face, but he didn't delay for too long, and his hand movements were not slow at all.

The Fire Rushing Ax turned into a fiery red stream of light and fell from the sky. It looked completely indifferent to the attacking monks, and it turned out to be the most typical way of besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao.

Twelve fire beads, four in a group, condensed into a spiritual weapon that quadrupled in size. During the rapid forward movement, lightsabers were ejected through spiritual power, and the layers of earth dragons were moved ahead. A slimming down.

"Drawing net, decree" Sun Mingsheng has always been a person who must retaliate in battle. Even if there is an agreement between the two parties, due counterattack is still indispensable.

The dragnet fell from the sky, and its target was also the body of the late-stage foundation-building monk. Every thread on it was burning with red flames.

In fact, Sun Mingsheng's goal is also quite simple. As long as the monk opposite cannot rely on strong defensive methods to resist, he can use his second move to reduce the pressure he faces as much as possible.

The pressure brought by a late-stage foundation-building monk's three moves with all his strength was not small, and he didn't want to stupidly bear such an attack.

"Fellow Daoist Sun is really a strong man who can judge the situation." A sneer-like voice came, and layers of golden light suddenly erupted from his body.

These golden lights attached to the body are like a layer of golden yellow that can provide strong defense. When the Fire Rushing Ax fell on it, except for a crisp sound, it was easily bounced away, but the golden light did not have any substance. sexual injury.

The second-level mid-level spiritual magic net did not hesitate at all, and directly covered it in it. It was wrapped in layers of hot flames, and the temperature within a hundred feet around it quickly increased because of this.

Some of the flowers, plants and trees that were still young or relatively weak became withered as a result, but the monk who was surrounded seemed to have no feeling at all.

On the other side, under the impact of the twelve fire beads and the weakening of the rays of light, the dragon-like monsters made of soil also turned into pieces of dry dust. In addition to the mutual annihilation and weakening of the mana, , also did not play any desired role.

The only thing that affected Sun Mingsheng was the dark wind blowing from deep underground that continuously seeped into his bone marrow but could not be effectively resisted.

In the face of this endless wind, mana masks, defensive talismans and other means have emerged one after another, but they have never had the desired effect. Fortunately, the harm of this evil wind to the physical body is not obvious, and it can be done within a short period of time. within the support range.

"Friend Daoist Sun, are you ready? I'm about to use the second move. As long as you are willing to admit defeat, you can stop at any time." The monk opposite was obviously sure of victory.

Sun Mingsheng just snorted coldly, his solemn expression clearly expressing his attitude.

Based on his character, it is absolutely impossible for him to give up the spiritual objects that have already entered the bag in vain again.

"Forget it, Fellow Daoist Sun is ready." Before he finished speaking, the late-stage foundation-building monk kept waving his hands, with little drops of water mixed in between.

These water droplets themselves are gray-black, and are also a rather special kind of spiritual water. When they melt and perfectly combine with the wind, they immediately transform into black ice arrows with complex lines.