The Second Immortal Road

"I don't know who this Daoist friend is, how could he appear here, dare to ask where the casual cultivator who entered here earlier is." The black-robed old man of the Demon Sect suppressed the heat in his eyes, frowned and looked away. The ghost in the imperial robe above the altar.

The existence of this imperial robe ghost made the black-robed old man a moment of surprise. He never expected that what he saw when he entered the inner city was not the casual cultivator, but this imperial robe ghost cultivator, who was still holding it in his hands. Good luck flowers.

Moreover, the strength of this imperial robe ghost cultivation is quite strong. It turns out that it has already completed the foundation building and reached the realm of the fake pill. It is also one step away from breaking through the pill formation stage, which is better than the cultivation level of the three of them. Both are high.

　　 "Those loose repairs? Here, they are all turned into ashes!" The ghost in the imperial robe gently brushed his sleeves, and suddenly a cloud of wind blew up dozens of piles of ashes on the ground.

　　 "Dead? You killed?" The white-robed monk of Wanjianmen looked at the flying gray dust, and couldn't help frowning, and there was a dignified look in the eyes of those imperial robe ghosts.

"These people broke into this king's cultivation site and wantonly picked this king's elixir. Naturally, this king can't forgive them lightly. Three fellow Taoists appear here, don't they want to covet this king's elixir?" Huangpao Gui Ying glanced at the double-flowered good fortune flower in his hand, then glanced at the three monks in the foundation-building period, and said with a faint smile.

The golden-robed Taoist priest of the Ascending Star Sect did not reply to the imperial robe ghost repair words, but moved his lips slightly, and used the technique of sound transmission into the secret to transmit sound to the two nearby: "The two Taoist friends, only Li has already I did two tricks with this ghost repair, and found that it is very powerful, and it is not one of us that can win the battle. But if we join hands, it will not be too troublesome to deal with this ghost repair, we are now Do you want to join forces? First capture this ghost repair, and then tortured in detail to find out the details here."

"It's just that it's not easy for this ghost repair to kill the six casual practitioners in the base building period and the mid and late stages of the Qi training period. It looks like it will not be shocked when facing the three of us. I am afraid that it has any support. "The young man in white robe from Wan Jianmen also secretly spread the voice back.

"The casual cultivator has always been relatively poor, and there is no good spiritual tool at all. In the low realm, the strength is much worse than the ordinary sect monk. The three of us teamed up to deal with a few casual cultivators in the early and middle stages of foundation building. It doesn’t take much effort. And even if this ghost cultivator has something to rely on, how can it be? The two are not unknown people in the sect. Is there no one or two means to press the bottom of the box? I think this surnamed Li It's feasible to join forces this time!" Fen Mozong's black robe smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Yes, fellow Taoists shouldn't hide the cultivation base for a long time. You really think that you are in the middle stage of foundation construction. The three of us besiege a ghost cultivation in the later stage of foundation construction, and the odds of winning are still great." The golden-robed Taoist looked at the white-robed monk of Wanjianmen with a smile, and then turned his head to look at the black-robed old man of the Demon Sect. The Dzogchen cultivator at the upper Zhuji is not weak, and he killed a fake pill and loose cultivator by himself three years ago."

"How do you see my cultivation level?" The young man in the white robe of Wanjianmen's face changed slightly when he heard the words. He looked at the golden robe monk with some surprise, and then when he heard the words behind the golden robe monk, he opened his eyes again. The black-robed old man who divides the Demon Sect seems to be shocked by the fact that the black-robed old man killed the Dzogchen cultivator individually.

"The surname Li, you know what I did three years ago! And Wanjianmen Ge Daoyou turned out to be in the late stage of foundation building!" The black-robed old man of the Fenmozong turned his eyes between the golden-robed Taoist priest and the white-robed youth. The look is a little weird.

　　 The three people under the altar moved their lips slightly, and they talked in a loud voice, completely ignoring the ghost of the imperial robe sitting on the altar.

　　 was ignored by the three monks, but the ghost in the imperial robe was not angry at all.

　　 "Forget it, let's work together to capture this ghost repair, and then discuss the details, otherwise it will change later." The golden robe Taoist transmitted the sound to the two, and secretly used the mana of the whole body, ready to do it at any time.

　　 "The discussion is over? So fast? How about you discuss it again, when the companion behind you arrives, and the four people besiege together, isn't the chance of winning a bit bigger." Huangpao Guixiu still has a faint smile on his face.

"Hmph, I'll deal with you, the three of us are enough." The black-robed old man of the Demon Sect smiled, and tapped his index finger to the edge of the bowl in his hand, and bursts of black ink flowed out of the bowl. .

　　 The black gas whirled slightly in the air, and it condensed into eighty or ninety double-horned demon heads, divided into two groups, rushing towards the ghost on the altar with bursts of screaming sound.

At the same time, the white-robed youth of Wanjianmen waved with one hand, took out the silver giant sword before, threw it into the air, and then pinched the magic formula, the giant sword suddenly turned into a silver light toward the yellow robe on the altar. The ghost slashed away fiercely.

　　 The golden robe Taoist priest of the ascended Star Sect at this time gently flicked towards the storage bag, took out a dim aura from it, and then gently tossed it in the direction of the ghost of the imperial robe.

As soon as the Fuzhuan Fang let go, it suddenly exploded and turned into a cloud of silver mist. After a while of entanglement, it turned into a silver bird, with a loud and long moan, moving towards the ghost in the imperial robe. Lasing away.

"Forget it, I originally thought that the four foundation-building cultivators would gather together and catch them all in one go, but now it seems that the three of you are in a hurry to find their lives. The king won't help the three if it's not good enough." Huangpaogui The shadow raised his eyebrows, and then he raised his hand and pressed it into the air. He immediately drew all the rich yin and yin qi around a hundred feet, forming a huge palm with a diameter of five or six feet in the air, facing forward. Grabbed away.

The demon head released by the old man in the black robe of the Demon Sect did not know what it was. After hitting the giant palm transformed by Yin Qi, it exploded instantly and turned into a cloud of black gas, bypassing the giant palm of Yin Qi. Afterwards, it condensed into a demon-like appearance.

The silver sword of the white-robed youth of Wanjianmen was not slow to attack, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of the ghost of the imperial robe, facing the five-six-meter-long giant palm, severely slashing the giant palm in two. The posture of the paragraph.

　　 "Tear it." A sound of a sharp blade across the flesh and skin sounded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The silver giant sword was really sharp, and it directly cut the giant palm from the **** position to the middle of the palm.

The ghost in the imperial robe on the altar smiled slightly, opened his mouth lightly, and spit out a drop of dark black liquid from his mouth. On the silver giant sword.

　　 At the same time, the huge palm that was transformed by the Yin Qi suddenly squeezed, and the part that was originally cut was healed in an instant, wrapping the silver huge sword in it.

"Oops!" The face of the white-robed monk at the Wanjianmen changed, and at the same time, his tactics changed. His silver giant sword suddenly emitted bursts of dazzling aura, and at the same time, bursts of sharp sword aura was blasted around. The yin qi was cut away, and it has a posture of sweeping away all yin qi.

　　 However, the silver giant sword only showed its power for a moment, and then the sword energy dissipated, and the aura of the whole body decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing his flying sword's aura greatly diminished, the white-robed youth jerked his eyelids twice. He touched his storage bag and wanted to take out something, but he suddenly saw the silver talisman firebird released by the golden robe Taoist priest beside him. Appeared on the index finger of the Yinqi giant palm, raised the small head, and pecked down at the giant palm under the claws, and then fluttered away, together with the other eighty or ninety demon heads, towards The imperial robe ghost not far away shot away.

　　 "Peng." After the silver bird pecked, a raging silver flame burst into the Yin Qi palm, and in a flash, it burned the Yin Qi that trapped the silver giant sword.

Looking at the almost invisible demon head and the extraordinary silver bird, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the ghost shadow of the imperial robe, but it returned to normal in an instant, and he faintly ordered to the side: "Little five, you go Clean up the people outside and bring the corpses."