I traveled through time and space, and I exchanged my life for krypton

After Wei Zhong recovered from his injuries, there was still some time before the Jindan Ceremony.

Wei Zhong went to the Ling family first.

In a forest not far from the Ling family's Fuzhou Island, Wei Zhong and Ling Hua stood facing each other in the air.

Ling Ziwei and Sikong Changming were on the ground, watching Wei Zhong and the others from afar.

"Do you think Brother Ling won, or is this newly promoted Jindan Daoist Wei better?" Sikong Changming said.

Ling Ziwei shook her head:

"Senior Sikong, this is embarrassing for me. Although my brother has advanced to the Jindan stage several decades earlier than Fellow Daoist Wei, his improvement during this period is not that great.

His cultivation is still in the early stage of Jindan, which is not much different from Fellow Daoist Wei.

There are only two advantages. One is that he is more familiar with the magic weapon in his hand, which will be more prominent in the battle.

The second is that my brother is more familiar with the power of Jindan and the way of fighting.

Fellow Daoist Wei has just reached the Jindan stage, and he has practiced hard for many years before, so his experience in fighting is not enough."

"Oh, so the sister of the Ling family is more optimistic about your brother?"

Ling Ziwei still shook her head : "No, what I just said is my partial view.

I don't know how much ability Fellow Daoist Wei has, so it's impossible to talk about who will win or lose. We might as well just watch."

In mid-air,

Ling Hua said: "Fellow Daoist Wei really wants to fight with me? Swords and knives have no eyes, and it's difficult for me to control the strength of my attack."

"Brother Ling, just do it. I just want to see what level I am at in the Jindan stage now, and also get familiar with the way Jindan cultivators fight, so as not to lose my life in the Mangyuan Mansion."

While Wei Zhong was speaking, he was already wearing the black water spirit clothes, which condensed into the shape of black armor.

The repaired Yuanshui beads fell into his chest, serving as the core of the magic, and at the same time he raised a black sword in his hand.

This sword is the third-level magic weapon Xuanming Sword made by Wei Zhong using the special third-level spiritual material unique to the bottom of the Luo River to refine the Xuanming cold iron.

Xuanming Cold Iron itself has a strange cold power, and Wei Zhong even engraved several runes on the sword body to strengthen this kind of coldness.

With the spiritual power injected, the right hand gently shook the sword body, and the water vapor in the surrounding air immediately condensed into ice.

Seeing that Wei Zhong had taken out his weapon, Ling Hua also knew that Wei Zhong had made up his mind.

With a raise of his right hand, a khaki halberd appeared in his hand, which was his life magic weapon.

At the same time, three slender flying swords behind him were unsheathed and hung above his head.

"Brother Wei, be careful."

As soon as the voice fell, the three flying swords drew a residual image and rushed towards Wei Zhong first.

Wei Zhong's face did not change, and his right hand did not move the sword at all. His left hand had condensed three egg-sized red fireballs.

It was a new spell formed by Wei Zhong combining the two spells of flying throwing and golden flowing flames.

With a slight raise of his left hand, three flowing flames flew out in an instant, heading straight for the three flying swords in the air.

At the same time, black water flowed on the Xuanming Sword in his right hand, and the black water spirit clothes had already wrapped the sword body inside.

Wei Zhong held the sword with both hands and chopped it towards the air in front of him. A sound of metal colliding sounded, and a yellow halberd suddenly appeared in front of him.

This was Ling Hua's life magic weapon, but his figure was still half a mile away.

This was not a halberd, but a flying sword. If the person fighting with it was careless and used it as a close combat weapon, it was very likely that he would be seriously injured by this blow.

Wei Zhong turned his hands and flicked the sword body to eject the halberd. He stepped lightly and moved to the left.

Two small flying swords happened to pass through the air where Wei Zhong was just waiting.

It turned out that the three golden flames only blocked one of them, and the other two took advantage of the stalemate between Wei Zhong holding the sword and the halberd to attack from behind Wei Zhong.

After avoiding the flying sword, Wei Zhong suddenly slashed the Xuanming Sword downwards, and a soil spike was cut in half by Wei Zhong.

After dodging the third flying sword, Wei Zhong looked down and found that the ground, which was only ten feet away, was bulging with hundreds of earth spikes of various sizes, attacking Wei Zhong from all directions.

Wei Zhong injected spiritual power and chopped down with the sword again. A black sword energy was stimulated from the Xuanming Sword and fell into the bulging soil layer, which immediately set off a cold storm, freezing the bulging soil layer completely, and then the storm broke out and turned it into powder.

One strike broke his earth-based magic, and three flying swords attacked again.

Wei Zhong didn't care this time, raised his left hand, and a black cloud suddenly appeared above the two of them. Thunder roared in the dark cloud, as if a violent storm was brewing.

Ling Hua frowned, a golden light flashed under his feet, and his figure was about to get out of the cloud layer.

But a black sword came to him, and he was forced back to the original place with one slash.

Wei Zhong's figure suddenly appeared not far away.

Ling Hua turned his head and saw three slender flying swords inserted into the black armor, but they seemed to have hit an insurmountable barrier and could not hurt Wei Zhong's body.

His spiritual consciousness moved slightly and he was about to call the sword back, but the flying sword trembled, but did not move at all, as if it was stuck in a quagmire and could not get out.

Ling Hua finally changed his face, and the halberd in his hand emerged, slapping the attacking Xuanming Sword away, and his feet glowed with golden light, and he was about to perform the escape method to escape.

But how could Wei Zhong let him leave the range of the dark clouds so easily.

He stepped lightly with his right foot, and performed the soaring cloud technique, approaching his body, and the golden flame in his hand condensed into a fire ring, slapping it towards him.

When the fire ring left Wei Zhong's hand, it was only half a foot in size, and the farther it was from Wei Zhong, the bigger it became.

It gradually turned into a golden fire wall of five feet in size and about six feet high, covering all the directions of Ling Hua's escape.

At this moment, there are black clouds in the sky, and the sound inside is like thunder. It seems that an incredible spell is brewing.

There is no way to heaven.

It was surrounded by a wall of fire.

Ling Hua looked at the blazing flames and knew that it was extremely difficult to provoke. If he forced his way in, his third-level robe would be destroyed.

Then the only way out is below.

Ling Hua sank and fell downwards, followed closely by the clouds and the wall of fire.

After it fell to the ground, a layer of earth wall rose up to wrap it up, and golden light flowed on the surface, which was a method of earth defense.

Just at this moment, the preparation of the spell in the sky was completed, and raindrops fell from the clouds. Every drop of black rainwater penetrated the earth wall like a sharp knife.

The spiritual light on it was consumed, and it was riddled with holes. At the same time, a wall of fire turned into golden flames also surrounded it.

Under the siege of the two magic techniques of water and fire, the layers of soil were immediately peeled off, revealing the figure of the earth-yellow giant inside.

It was transformed by Ling Hua's technique.

"Brother Wei, please stop, I'll admit defeat!"

After hearing Ling Hua's message, Wei Zhong removed the black clouds in the sky and the flowing flames in his hands.

The earth-yellow giant below disintegrated, revealing Ling Hua's true body.

Wei Zhong returned the three flying swords on the Black Water Spirit Clothes to the opponent, and also released the Black Water Spirit Clothes and fell to the ground.

"Brother Wei's skills are superb, I am ashamed of myself," Ling Hua sighed, clenching his fists.

When the other two saw the fight was over, they also came closer.

Sikong Changming's voice came out:

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Wei's skills are so advanced. I am amazed by the laws of water and fire."

Ling Ziwei on the side looked at Wei Zhong with strange expressions. She didn't expect that she could suppress her brother who had been forming pills for many years just after he entered the pill formation.

"Friend Daoist, what you said is serious, it's just a few superficial techniques," Wei Zhong answered humbly with his hands in hand.

Ling Hua smiled bitterly:

"Brother Wei, there is no need to be so humble. I lost this fight, completely."

Ling Hua recalled the fight just now. Apart from the beginning, she relied on the magic weapon to suppress Wei Zhong's moves a few times, and then he was manipulated and manipulated by the opponent.

Not only were all the attack methods neutralized by the opponent, but they were also forced to escape by their spells and had no choice but to defend themselves.

"Brother Wei, how is the spiritual power consumed by this spell?"

Wei Zhong weighed the amount of spiritual energy in his body that had consumed less than 20%, and said, "More than half has been consumed."

Ling Hua snorted after hearing this answer: "You Taoist can retain so much spiritual power by using magic like this. It seems that the exercises you practice are extraordinary, and the spiritual power is richer than ordinary exercises." More than 60%.”

Wei Zhong was stunned.

‘Is it that exaggerated? Isn't that equivalent to three or four times that of ordinary exercises? ’

Wei Zhong recalled his previous experience of fighting with others. Most of them were suppression or instant kills. There were a few times when the fight was evenly matched, so he had a very vague concept of his total spiritual power.

Now after hearing what Ling Hua said, Wei Zhong immediately understood the power of this "Spring and Autumn Water Refining Art".

The total amount of spiritual power alone is equivalent to three or four times that of ordinary methods, not counting various spells, as well as the heaven-defying [Songs of Time Technique] and the like.

It can only be said that it is a profound inheritance from the upper world.

"What Daoist Fellow Wei is cultivating should be the "Spring and Autumn Water Refining Technique" exchanged from the Yunji Chamber of Commerce, right?"

Sikong Changming asked additionally.

Wei Zhong nodded.

‘At this moment, I am already a pill-forming monk, so I have not concealed my spiritual power characteristics.

Anyway, the source of the technique is well-founded and there is no need for others to doubt it.

Although the technique in the Yunji Chamber of Commerce is only the ultimate pill formation, it does not have the Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation parts.

But I was not worried about the doubts here.

By the time he succeeds in condensing an infant, relying on the "Years of Taoism", he will be a half-spirited cultivator, and can be said to be the top group in this world.

What do you have to be afraid of then? ’

"I wonder how Brother Ling consumes it?"

The latter smiled bitterly: "The real body of the thick earth below has consumed a lot, and now the remaining spiritual power is only 20%."

Wei Zhong looked surprised. He didn't expect that this mediocre technique would consume such a terrifying amount of energy.

"Fellow Daoist Wei's level of physical skills is unparalleled in ancient and modern times.

Especially the fire method, even Daoist fellow Ling, who was wearing a third-level robe, didn't dare to get involved in it at all.

Is the flame used by fellow Taoist a kind of heaven and earth spiritual fire? Sikong Changming asked curiously.

Wei Zhong shook his head: "No, it is a fire-attribute magic. It is used for my daily alchemy and weapon refining. Now I am just preliminary to using this fire to fight the enemy."

"Fellow Taoist is really a strange person!"

Sikong Changming suddenly didn't know how to sigh, so he could only say:

"Fellow Taoist's ability is truly outstanding in the early stage of pill formation, and he will not be easily defeated even in the middle stage of pill formation.

Even if you encounter mid-term monks who are not strong enough, you can defeat them. "

‘Is it higher than the early stage of pill formation and slightly lower than the middle stage? ’

Wei Zhong recalled the methods he had just used, and it seemed that they were not half as effective as his full strength.

Just say that flying throwing technique, if used with the unknown black ball, can break Ling Hua's turtle shell in one blow. In terms of attack ability, it is definitely beyond the early stage of pill formation.

There are also frightening thorns, pill-forming spiritual pets, etc. Even if the magic of time has not come out, Wei Zhong is not a weak player in the middle stage of pill-forming.

Knowing his own level, Wei Zhong turned to look at Sikong Changming eagerly:

"Fellow Daoist Sikong, why don't you and I fight again?"

The latter was shocked, and the Ling brothers and sisters never expected that Wei Zhong, who devoted himself to cultivation, would have such a combative side.

"It's better not to use it. Fellow Daoist Wei's spiritual power has been exhausted to this point, and I can't win with force. Besides, isn't the next step for Fellow Daoist Wei's elixir-forming ceremony? It's better not to get injured for this."

Sikong Changming sounded like he was determined to win.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, what Senior Sikong said makes sense, why don't we just let it go today?"

Seeing that Ling Ziwei was also persuading, Wei Zhong nodded: "Then that's it for today."

Turning to look at Ling Hua, Wei Zhong cupped his hands:

"Thank you, Brother Ling, for fighting with me today."

The latter smiled and said: "No, Brother Wei gave me a good experience."

Wei Zhong looked around the three of them: "The elixir-forming ceremony is about to be held. I would like to ask you all to come to my spiritual island and have a glass of fine wine."

"Definitely!"*3

Wei Zhong then said goodbye to the three of them and flew away.

Watching Wei Zhong leave, Ling Ziwei showed a trace of confusion in her eyes.

‘I previously thought that Wei Zhong was just an ascetic who was obsessed with spiritual practice, with ordinary qualifications but extraordinary skills.

But now it seems that not only did the other party encounter a thunderstorm different from others, but his fighting skills are also extremely powerful. ’

These are beyond Ling Ziwei's previous knowledge of him.

‘It seems that after so many years of contact with him, I have never really seen him clearly. ’

"Ziwei, Ziwei?"

It turned out that Ling Hua was calling his name softly, and Ling Ziwei came back to her senses and followed the two of them back to the clan.

Ling Hua sighed slightly as he looked at his sister who was occasionally absentminded beside him.

When Wei Zhong returned to Yunxia Island, the Ling Island had already been decorated with lights.

Xie Linghua is handling the arrangements for the ceremony as the general manager of Lingdao.

"Here, a little higher...there are also spiritual stones to be replenished regularly. Don't let the lights here go out."

Wei Zhong looked at the people on Lingdao who were busy with the elixir-forming ceremony, and then looked at himself.

‘Now, as the protagonist, I have the most leisure time. ’

Xie Linghua suddenly saw Wei Zhong and immediately came forward to greet him: "The master is back."

Wei Zhong took his hand and asked, "How are you preparing for the ceremony?"

Xie Linghua replied: "The preparations are generally completed, only some details need to be repaired.

In addition, it may take a few days for Ling'er to order a batch of third-level spiritual food from the Yunji Chamber of Commerce in the name of her master.

However, Sister Yunluo promised that they would be ready before the ceremony. "

Wei Zhong nodded. As a guest, he didn't have to worry about Yunji Chamber of Commerce making mistakes here.

Even if Yun Luo makes any mistakes, Xu Xuan, who is Wei Zhong's friend, will personally make up for it.

Half a month later, Yunxia Island opened its doors, and auspicious clouds bloomed on the island, welcoming guests.

The elixir formation ceremony belonging to Wei Zhong officially began.

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