This is what cultivating immortals is like

Ji Jie was surprised. The Blood Warrior was a zombie controlled by the ancestor Ji Han, and his origins were unknown during his lifetime. It is said that he was a powerful monk who failed to overcome the tribulation. When he was struck by lightning, Ji Han happened to be passing by. He couldn't bear to expose his body to the wilderness, so he picked it up and took it home.

The original intention was to return it to the owner when the owner came to his door. I haven't seen the owner yet, so I have been using it.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Blood Warriors are controlled by Ji Han and are his right-hand men, but the current situation is not the case. For some reason, the four Blood Warriors broke out of their cocoons with killing intent. Their power enveloped the three of Bai Jin and even Ji Jie. Let it go.

The murderous intention was so overwhelming that Xiang Muqing never forgot his identity as the flower protector. He stepped forward with his sword, the blade of the sword pouring out cold light, and stood in front of Bai Jin and Ji Jie.

Xiang Muqing was injured, so it would be a bit difficult to fight against four. However, the four blood warriors' souls had been destroyed, leaving only their physical bodies to live up to their magical powers, so it was not impossible to fight.

Moreover, she could see that the four blood servants in front of them were not powerful masters in the Tribulation Stage. Two of them had not even withstood the first thunder tribulation. Rather than saying that they had overcome the Tribulation, they were more like breaking through the Great Perfection Stage of the Integration Stage. of monks.

Bai Jin stood with his sword in hand, silently operating the Yin-Yang Separation Technique, using the immortal sword intention in his body as a guide, and borrowing Lu Bei's immortal sword intention.

At the same time, the coordinates are transmitted.

The eyes of the four blood warriors were dark and cold, golden threads appeared on their blood-colored skin, and their sharp claws flicked out, suddenly heading towards Mu Qing.

The red light swept across the ground at an extremely fast speed.

The sharp claws swirled around the black mist, which contained blood poison and corpse poison. He swept the Qingming Sword towards Mu Qing, forcing back the siege of the Blood Warriors. He guided the lotus platform to open the curtain of white light, protecting himself while not forgetting the two beauties behind him.

Hiss! !

The sharp claws rubbed against the defense of the lotus platform, opening several white seals on the light curtain. The sound like grinding teeth seemed to scratch his heart, making Xiang Muqing shiver.

Suddenly, golden flames ignited, and the four Blood Warriors were bathed in the firelight. The white light curtain was torn open in an instant, and the afterimages jumped and flickered, approaching Mu Qing's side.

Golden corpse poisonous fire!

Xiang Muqing took a breath of cold air, and without giving the Blood Warrior a chance to get close, the white lotus pad expanded the shadow of the holy petals, shaking the four Blood Warriors away and flying upside down.

"The golden corpse is poisonous, fire rots the bones, and burns the heart. If it enters the body, the body cannot be saved. You two should be careful not to be touched by them." Xiang Muqing reminded him quickly, put away the Qingming sword, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and manifested The figure of a huge Luan bird.

The image of the Wings of the Luan Palace is a visualization technique. The Luan Bird is somewhere between reality and reality. Due to being seriously injured in the battle with Lu Bei, it has shrunk severely at this moment, with a wingspan of only twenty feet.

In response to those words, the essence was concentrated. The Luan bird shrank in size and its divine power was not as powerful as before. Its tail feathers drooped with five-color brilliance. It separated the four Blood Warriors and suppressed two of them at once.

The remaining two are all women in figure, surrounded by golden flames, resisting the five-color brilliance and unable to fall.

But it can only barely withstand it, only defending without attacking, and it won't last long.

The Luan Bird flapped its wings and pressed hard, trying to give the two Blood Warriors a final blow.

"Hohohoho——"

Blood light rose into the sky, and the two Blood Warriors roared, and their bodies rose up. One turned into a wild-maned giant lion, and the other turned into a hundred-foot-long python. Their bodies were covered in blood, as if crawling out of the bloody water.

Monster clan!

Xiang Muqing was horrified, and was about to use his magical power to suppress the two demon blood warriors again, when a white light flashed from behind, and the powerful sword light spread like mercury on the ground, dispelling the hazy mist, and drowned the four blood warriors in one fell swoop.

Xiang Muqing recognized the Immortal Sword Intention. He had just been slashed by Lu Bei several times with his fists and was still hurting. He mistakenly thought it was his master. No, he mistakenly thought it was a dog approaching. He was so frightened that his tail feathers shrank.

The sword light dissipated, and the two weaker blood warriors were wiped out in ashes. The two demon blood warriors were all injured, their cold eyes lowered, and golden fire burned around them.

Only then did Xiang Muqing notice that the dog didn't come and that the person who used the Immortal Sword Intent was Bai Jin. Standing with a sword in her hands, her clothes were flowing, and her dancing black hair was like ink, which made her feel itchy and she just wanted to get closer to Bai Jin.

"Gudu!"

She was careless and admitted that she had made a mistake before. It turned out that Bai Jin not only had the beauty that appeared in a painting, but also had an interesting mind that was unique in a million.

"Senior, can you give this junior a monster?"

"Junior Sister Bai, just call me Senior Sister."

Bai Jin sent a message to Mu Qing, Luan Bird glanced at the two demon blood servants, fluttered his wings and rushed towards the wild-maned giant lion. Although the hundred-foot python is large, in terms of the threat it poses to Xiang Muqing, the giant lion is obviously superior.

As an excellent flower protector, Xiang Muqing has excellent professional ethics and leaves the most threatening enemy to herself without even thinking about it.

Ji Shu is first-class, but it's a pity that she came late.

Bai Jin slashed at the 100-foot giant python with his sword. Although his figure was small, the sword light in his hand was extremely powerful. The force of the sword was continuous and he suppressed the 100-foot giant python without being able to raise its head.

Although the huge body had a rapid momentum, it was still a target. After three sword strikes, the giant python's head hissed and spat out a message, and several small mountain-like snake bodies twisted spontaneously.

Bai Jin took a deep breath, borrowed Lu Bei's Immortal Sword Intent, raised the white and flawless Great Jingtian, and slashed straight at the giant python's head.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Bai Jin, his palm came close to him, and he gently held Rou Cat.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Bai Jin's mouth, and the sword light stagnated in the air, then suddenly magnified more than ten times, sweeping across the bloody golden flames, wiping out the hundred-foot giant python without leaving any trace.

She dispersed the immortal sword intent and put away the dark sword: "Junior brother, why are you here so late?"

"The space here is stable and unusual. It took a lot of effort to break the barriers."

Lu Bei shook his head slightly and looked at the place where the hundred-foot giant python once existed. He had just been focused on icing on the cake and helping his senior sister kill the monster, forgetting that the monster itself was a snake.

Now that I think about it, it's quite awkward. But when I think about it more carefully, what if Bai Jin and She Zhang come face to face one day...

Forget it, it’s better not to think about it, focusing on the present is the right way.

Lu Bei looked at the seven pillars, then at the majestic city in the distance, and asked what Bai Jin had done.

The two of them leaned together, a golden boy and a beautiful girl, an indescribable match.

It was just that Xiang Muqing was a bit miserable. After busying himself, he finally got into a conversation with Junior Sister Bai. Then he turned around, and she and Junior Brother went to the side to make love to each other.

She looked up at the sky speechlessly, life was not easy, why did she still chase and stab her?

One person muttered for a moment, and then glanced at several people. Bai Jin and Lu Beilang were in love with each other, Zhu Xiushi was holding a compass in his hand and mumbling, and Ji Jie closed her eyes silently, as if she was contacting someone.

Everything that should come, and everything that shouldn't come, came.

Only her master was not there.

No reason!

He sent his spiritual thoughts to Mu Qing, but he couldn't find his master, and even if he wanted to send a message, he didn't know where to contact him.

Damn it, where did the old witch go crazy again?

"Is the old witch that my disciple talks about so much my master?"

I knew it!

Xiang Muqing rolled her eyes, quickly changed the topic, and explained the situation of the Blood Warrior. The rest was clear at a glance, so she didn't need to say any nonsense.

Feixing didn't say a word, and there was something treacherous inside the Xiongcheng main hall. He told Xiang Muqing not to show off, but to follow her master obediently. It would be best to imitate Ji Jie and be a quiet and beautiful woman.

Xiang Muqing nodded helplessly, and was called to his side by Lu Bei, who obediently called Pig Man. Just like the previous script, because of his outstanding strength, he likes to take on the arduous task of exploring the road, and walks towards the towering high city in a depressed mood.

"I can't find Shizu, and I don't know where he is." Ji Jie said.

He had a general sense of presence and was suspected of being a mole. Several people nodded, but no one answered.

The space here is extremely solid. I don't know if it was created by nature or someone with great supernatural powers exerted magical power to prevent traps such as forbidden formations. It is more appropriate to walk on two legs.

Several people followed suit and walked cautiously towards Xiongcheng. After passing through the towering city wall, they arrived at an open space paved with white jade stones.

Directly in front, two black palace doors were closed, and an old man had his hands hidden in his sleeves, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Ji Han.

Except for Ji Jie who timidly called Shi Zu, everyone else was extremely vigilant. Ji Han's eyes were dark and his expression was as cold as ice. His aura fluctuated violently, rising and falling as if he was about to explode at any time.

"Sect Master Lu, be careful, Ji Han is being controlled by someone," Feixing said via voice transmission.

"No way, he has become an immortal. Who can cure him?"

Lu Bei was sweating on his forehead. Although he had guessed before, seeing Ji Han being turned into a puppet with his own eyes still made him feel frightened.

"There is heaven outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and the immortals on earth are not invincible." Feixing said quietly.

What Ting Hua means is that she also has the experience of thinking she is invincible and then being taught a lesson.

On a normal day, Lu Bei decided to chat for a while, uncover the scars and ask about the dark history, but that was not possible now, someone as strong as Ji Han had become a puppet, he could not carry it on his shoulders or lift it with his hands, and if he tried to force his head, the iron would definitely be in vain.

"Giggle--"

Ji Han's eyes widened, his fingers flicked out dark green nails, his mouth opened wide, and a smile oozed from his throat.

As he took a step forward, a black iron door emerged from the void, with ghosts and monsters painted on it. The green-faced and fanged evil spirits showed their teeth and claws, each one was lifelike, stepping on rivers of blood and lakes, as if they would walk out of the iron door in the next second.

Wushengmen.

Lu Bei calmly took Bai Jin and stood behind Xiang Muqing. At the same time, Zhu Xiushi also clasped the colorful stone and calmly came to Lu Bei's side.

Crash---

The sound of dragging chains sounded, and dozens of evil ghosts stepped out. Evil, evil, dirty, evil, walking in the world, spreading desperate plagues.

"That's all."

The corners of Lu Bei's lips curled up into a disdainful smile, he hugged Bai Jin's waist and transformed into lightning and rushed out of the city.

Thirty-six strategies, Gou Dao takes the lead, it’s okay not to explore this secret realm.

There was a loud bang, thunder flashed across the sky and the earth, and the city wall that was as high as the sky disappeared like a bubble.

In the darkness and haziness, a complicated array spread out from under Ji Han's feet, connecting the sky above and the earth below, commanding the universe and incorporating all objects with traces of life into the array.

Lu Bei was in the formation, his eyes were dotted with golden light, and the fingers of his hands were wrapped with white light. He burned mana to activate the immortal sword intention, and thrust it into the void, trying to tear open a passage out of the formation.

"bye!"

Ji Han gathered his hands on his chest, bent his thin body slightly, and bowed far ahead.

In an instant, the void disappeared without a trace. Lu Bei stretched out his hands and found nothing.

"Goodbye!"

Ji Han bowed again and bent down. A hazy gray mist rose up from the formation diagram, lingering around the whole place. It manifested into virtual bone claws and dragged six light points into the formation diagram.

Qi Yan has no life gate, and the gods and humans are in decline.

boom! ! !

Golden light crisscrossed the sky, Ji Han straightened his waist, and the fist edge surrounded by white light magnified infinitely in his eyes...

Nine thousand a day tomorrow, cut off the way back first