I have a world of cultivating immortals

The sound of the bell was so loud that it was like an iron wall, blocking all the attacks of the dark wind of the spiritual consciousness that Yan Fusheng was proud of.

"Your natal magic weapon is not a sword?"

When Yan Fusheng saw the big clock floating above Chen Mobai's head, he couldn't help but look surprised.

You know, as a sword cultivator, whether there is a flying sword with the same heart will have a great impact on the combat power.

Even if many sword cultivators feel that they need to make up for their weaknesses other than attack, they still use other methods, and they will definitely not use natal magic tools to make up for it.

"By the way, you have a fourth-order sword weapon of the Longevity Church, which may be enough to use, so you made such a choice for the natal magic weapon..."

But Yan Fusheng reacted immediately, the blue and cold light in his eyes faded and turned into a pitch black ink, and he patted the storage bag on his waist lightly, and a puppet in the shape of a scorpion had already fly out.

The scorpion puppet waved its tail hook and landed heavily on the morning bell above Chen Mobai's head.

However, colorful hazy clouds emerged, using softness to overcome rigidity, and stagnantly blocked the attack from Yan Fusheng's puppet, but then the tail hook was withdrawn immediately, and after gathering strength again, a faint cold light flashed, stabbing one after another, causing bursts of sonic booms.

Zi Li Lie!

Chen Mobai clearly understood that to fight against people like Yan Fusheng, he must go all out, and he directly drew the Purple Lightning Sword from the boundary!

Accompanied by the roar of purple lightning, the scorpion puppet was caught off guard, and the tail hook it stabbed was cut off, and then the sword was like thunder, and fell into the puppet's back, dividing it into two sections.

"A good sword, but it's a pity that after this battle, it will be my trophy!"

When Yan Fusheng saw the Zidian Sword, a fourth-order sword, his eyes were bright and he was not afraid at all.

Naturally, Chen Mobai's expression remained the same, he just poured out the pure Yang spiritual power from the sea of ​​Qi in his dantian, urged the power of the Purple Lightning Sword to the extreme that he could control, and slashed heavily towards Yan Fusheng .

Amidst the roar of the thunderbolt, it was as if a purple sky thunder had fallen on the desert, and the weather was terrifying.

However, a monk as tall as a ghost is driving a giant puppet hand covered with yellow sand and a piece of soap-colored cloth, and holds the purple lightning sword and thunder that fell from the sky with one hand.

Amidst a dull explosion, a huge sandstorm exploded and spread in the center of the fight between the two!

The sky was full of yellow sand, and a streak of purple electricity, like a dragon, was constantly colliding with the tall and pitch-black ghosts. The terrifying and mighty spiritual fluctuations made the sandstorm bigger and bigger, covering the surrounding world.

After four consecutive fights, Zidian Jianhua suddenly exploded to the extreme, tearing a hole in the pitch-black ghost, but was also held by the giant puppet's hand and turned around.

boom!

Zidian Jianguang broke free, but also lost control, and burst towards the sandstorm that swept and spread outside!

But the seemingly terrifying dust storm around them was suddenly cut open the moment they faced the purple lightning sword light, revealing the two people who were fighting inside.

Yan Fusheng laughed loudly, relying on his strong spiritual power to block the most ferocious attacks of the Zidian Sword one by one. The piece of soap-colored cloth covering his big yellow sand hand did not know what grade of magic weapon it was , the aura does not appear, but the fourth-rank top-grade sword weapon cannot pierce through it.

Chen Mobai's face was slightly solemn, knowing that his opponent this time was the most powerful opponent he had encountered since he came to Donghuang.

One must know that even Granny Ming's Moon Brilliance Blade kept whining in the face of Zidian Sword.

But the stronger the opponent, the calmer Chen Mobai was.

There were more and more golden lines in his pupils, gradually outlining half of Yan Fusheng's outline.

After completely entering the Fang Cun Shu state, apart from killing his opponent, he had no other distracting thoughts in his mind.

"go to hell!"

Seeing Chen Mobai's pale face, Yan Fusheng knew that his opponent's spiritual power had been exhausted, so he immediately turned from defense to offense, and cast his giant puppet hands like a giant black curtain covering the sky, covering and pressing down on Chen Mobai.

But in his heart, he was also amazed that Chen Mobai is worthy of being a genius of swordsmanship, and he was able to use a fourth-order sword weapon to cut as many as four swords. If he hadn't owned the most precious soap flag inherited from Liujia Mountain, I'm afraid he might not have been able to be intact. block.

But facing such an attack, Chen Mobai remained expressionless.

Feeling the emptiness in the sea of ​​Qi in his dantian again, he silently drew the stored pure yang spiritual power from the second vertebra of Wanfashen.

Then he released the Zidian sword in his palm and sent it to the sky!

Rumble!

Having obtained the sword weapon supplied by his spiritual power, he unscrupulously exploded with his majestic and ferocious power, and thunder after wave was condensed in midair, fighting against the black sky transformed by the giant puppet hand.

"Hahaha, you've been tricked, without this Tier 4 sword weapon, how will you face me!"

With a loud laugh, Yan Fusheng urged the power of the treasure of Liujia Mountain, and the black cloud suddenly spread, trapping the Zidian sword, and then he moved out with his real body, and once again pulled out a dark yellow talisman from the storage bag, rushed Arrived in front of Chen Mobai.

Yan Fusheng very confidently pasted the talisman in his hand on the morning bell, confident that he could suppress Chen Mobai's third-order low-grade natal magic weapon.

And without the sword and the bell, how could a mere monk in the early stage of alchemy be his opponent.

"Remember not to become my opponent in your next life!"

Yan Fusheng stood in front of Chen Mobai, speaking confidently.

He spread the five fingers of his right hand, and suddenly grasped the neck of the handsome young man in front of him. Seeing that he was about to break the opponent's neck, a bronze mirror with a wooden frame suddenly emerged and blocked his right hand.

Another third-order magic weapon!

This kid is really rich!

This thought flashed in Yan Fusheng's mind, but he has strong confidence in his physique and cultivation base, as long as it is not a fourth-order magic weapon, he has nothing to fear!

Afterwards, his right hand directly caught the mirror surface of Haotian Mirror.

Just when he was about to smash the mirror together with Chen Mobai's neck, a flame of pure white with light gold rose above the mirror.

Jin Yan?

Seeing Chunyanghuo, Yan Fusheng's heart flashed a unique skill that Hunyuan Patriarch used to roam the Eastern Desolation, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

I thought to myself that this kid's talent in the way of swords is really amazing, and he has even mastered this!

But at this time, Yan Fusheng suddenly felt a piercing pain coming from above the five fingers of his right hand.

He thought it was because Jin Yan's temperature was too masculine and domineering, so he also gushed out the spiritual power of Huangquan in his dantian Qi sea.

The two spiritual powers of extreme, positive, and negative are mutually restrained. As long as his Huang Quan Ling's power exceeds the opponent's Chi Yan's spiritual power, he can completely extinguish the golden flame!

With this thought in mind, Yan Fusheng confidently exploded all his spiritual power!

He wants to smash Chen Mobai, the sword cultivator with the strongest swordsmanship talent in the Eastern Wasteland for thousands of years, into pieces in the majestic duel of spiritual power!

Then, the pure Yang fire stimulated by Huang Quan's spiritual power suddenly exploded to the extreme!

"No...this is not Jin Yan...ah..."

Yan Fusheng screamed violently, his eyes widened, and he cut off his right hand suddenly, trying to prevent the pure yang fire from spreading all over his body!

But Chen Mobai had reversed the power of the Haotian Mirror, streams of pure Yang fire gushed out from the mirror, forming a fire net on Yan Fusheng's retreating route.

At this time, the golden line in Chen Mobai's left eye had completely outlined Yan Fusheng's outline.

As the pure yang fire net sank into Yan Fusheng's back, a thick black smoke rose from the wounds cut by the fire lines along with his screams.

In just a few breaths, this evil giant collapsed on the sand dunes, no longer having the power he had at the beginning.

"This... what is... flame..."

Yan Fusheng's eyes widened, and he asked with his last breath.

Bang!

It was Chen Mobai who answered him, holding the stabbed Zidian sword.

The sword blade pierced Yan Fusheng's brow straightly, completely annihilating the last breath of life in this devil's original fetus.

After doing all this, Chen Mobai withdrew from Fang Cun Shu.

He felt an unprecedented weakness welling up in his heart!

In order to design this final close-up pure Yanghuo kill situation, he urged Zidian Sword to fight Yan Fusheng one after another, making the latter confirm that he had really exhausted all means.

Although the spiritual power can be drawn from the Ten Thousand Dharma Body at any time, the body cannot withstand the output of 100% of the spiritual power one after another.

Fortunately, after he practiced the picture of Danfeng Chaoyang, his spiritual consciousness became much stronger, which led to the improvement of Fang Cunshu, and finally successfully completed the battle plan that he made at the beginning.

After all, as long as Yan Fusheng finds out about the characteristics of pure Yanghuo without a fatal blow, there will definitely not be a second chance.

This old ghost is indeed powerful!

With emotion, Chen Mobai took out a bottle of Eternal Life Lotion and took it. For him who has cultivated the Dao Body of Longevity, this thing is a panacea for recovery.

Feeling the pure vitality flowing through the body with the longevity dew, and the weakness slowly disappearing, Chen Mobai walked up to Yan Fusheng's body.

Taking away the storage bag hanging from the corpse's waist, he waved down a golden flame and a pure Yang fire!

Under the combined force of the two real fires, Yan Fusheng's body was quickly burned to ashes.

"Huh?"

After the burning, Chen Mobai found a strange thing among the ashes.

It was a piece of white jade, and I don't know what material it was made of. If you didn't pay attention carefully, you might think it was a piece of bone.

But it is impossible for Yan Fusheng's bones to remain intact under Chen Mobai's two real fires.

"Jade Jane!?"

Chen Mobai immediately remembered the origin of this thing, his spiritual consciousness welled up, and as expected, he saw words as small as ants on it.

He had just read part of the content, and a look of surprise flashed across his face in an instant.

Because what was recorded in this jade slip turned out to be the Dharma Body Nascent Soul!

Unexpectedly, it took no effort at all!

In this way, Zhou Shengqing only needs to return to Yang Lingshui!

Surprised, Chen Mobai waved his palm to control the air flow and scattered Yan Fusheng's ashes, wanting to see if he had better luck.

But it was no longer harvested.

But he soon thought of Yan Fusheng's soap-colored cloth that could resist the sharpness of his Purple Lightning Sword. After losing the supply of spiritual power, this thing fell from the sky along with the yellow sand.

Chen Mobai looked at the vastness of the surrounding area, and he was not in a hurry.

He rested for a while, and after recovering part of his consciousness, he performed the search method.

After about a quarter of an hour, I finally found this piece of soap-colored cloth from the depths of a sand dune.

Chen Mobai took a closer look and found that it seemed to be a part of a banner. He didn't know what grade the complete banner was, but it was able to block the Zidian sword with only fragments.

After exploring in various ways, there was nothing to gain, so Chen Mobai didn't waste any time, and directly put the soap-colored cloth into his realm.

He wanted to open the storage bag, but considering that there was another disaster, Chen Mobai decided to solve Liujia Mountain first, and then do this matter.

...

After Yu Changjian saw that it was Chen Mobai flying over, his face showed despair.

"All the foundation-building cultivators of Mount Liujia cut themselves off and opened the formation, and I will leave your lineage to pass on!"

Chen Mobai said in a cold tone, but Yu Changjian didn't use his life to preserve the great character of the inheritance. He directly launched the power of the fourth-level mountain protection formation, intending to resist to the end.

By this time, Shenmuzong and Liujia Mountain had no possibility of any negotiation.

Chen Mobai sneered, and directly blocked the gate of Liujia Mountain by himself.

Although he knew that with the background of Liujia Mountain, there must be a teleportation array, even if he guarded here, it would be impossible to prevent the people inside from escaping.

But it is obvious that Yu Changjian has no intention of giving up this fourth-order spiritual vein before the end of the mountain.

Chen Mobai sent a letter to Yan Yuanhao, the guardian of the Hong Kingdom, and soon after, the monks of the Shenmu Sect from the Three Kingdoms of the Eastern Barren Plateau arrived under the leadership of Zhou Wangshen.

The number of people is not too many, just 500 people, not as good as Liujia Mountain.

But half a month later, E Yun came here with thousands of monks mobilized by the major families of the Three Kingdoms of the Eastern Desolation. The most active of them were the five major families of the Hong Kingdom, who almost came out in full force.

The five foundation-building patriarchs even scolded Liujia Mountain in front of Chen Mobai, saying that Xu Shengbing Yu Changjian used the alchemy patriarch to bully their local families in the early years, and did not treat them as human beings. God can see that he finally waited for Shenmu Zong's teacher of justice...

After meeting the five of them, Chen Mobai arranged them on the front line of attacking Liujia Mountain.

But the formidable power of the Tier 4 formation is indeed powerful, and their coalition forces have been attacking for three months without being able to move forward.

Regarding this, Chen Mobai was not in a hurry at all.

Because, the Shenmu Zong headquarters army led by Fu Zongjue has arrived!

Under the continuous bombardment of Jiamu Taoist soldiers, the Tier 4 formation without the Dandan monks finally began to lose its aura.

But even so, they managed to break through the Tier 4 formation until the end of the year when they besieged by three thousand monks.

The moment the formation broke open, the monks from the five major families of Hong Country were sent in first.

Not long after, the entire formation shattered!