Immortal Creation

In the small courtyard, yin energy rose thickly and enveloped the surroundings. The sounds outside the small courtyard became smaller and smaller, as if the place was isolated.

Sun Lingtong is short in stature, looking like a three-year-old child, with short black and shiny hair, big eyes, clear black and white, fleshy cheeks, and tender and smooth skin.

He was trapped in the middle of the small courtyard.

In front of him and behind him, there was a black-clothed demon cultivator, one with triangular eyes and one with an aquiline nose.

On the right side of Sun Lingtong, a shadow, like a living thing, condensed on one side of the courtyard wall.

In the envelope of shadows, Han Ming loomed.

Her face was delicate and beautiful, but it was tinged with a greenish-gray color. Her expression was too bitter and resentful, making her look particularly ferocious.

"The situation is unfavorable." Sun Lingtong thought to himself.

He could clearly feel the isolation between himself and the surrounding environment, just like the clear world in the past was suddenly separated by a layer of rough glass.

With this feeling, Sun Lingtong knew that he had fallen into a formation.

The reason why the formation was not revealed was simply because the opponent was holding back.

"There are three enemies and one against us, and they are all in the foundation building period." Sun Lingtong observed the two black-clothed demon cultivators in front and behind, as well as Han Ming in the corner.

His eyes quickly glanced over, and when he glanced at Han Ming, he paused for a moment on her body.

"Han Ming is gifted with corpse energy!"

"Most of her body has turned into a zombie, and normal attacks have no effect on her."

Sun Lingtong was worried in his heart, but on the surface he looked anxious: "Wait, everyone, don't get excited!"

"I am a disciple of Fu Kongmen. You must think about the consequences of taking action."

"If I die in your hands, I will leave a mark. You must think clearly about the unreasonable revenge in the future."

The two demon cultivators in black had expressionless faces, and Han Ming gritted his teeth: "Worried about Bu Kongmen's revenge? You cheated on me before, aren't you afraid of Soul Eater Sect's revenge?"

Sun Lingtong said quickly: "I didn't mean to trick you. This was not my intention."

"Who asked the customer to offer a high price? It's too much to refuse!"

"The black smoke that stuns you was not caused by me. It was a concubine, and the person who imprisoned and insulted you is also a concubine. Look for him!"

"We are not enemies. I am also paid to do things."

"As long as you give me money, I will be your comrade-in-arms."

"Comrade?!" Han Ming raised his voice, his face full of ridicule and disdain, "Do you think I will be fooled a second time?"

"You want more money?"

"Haha, don't you have eyes and can't see the current situation clearly?"

"Forget it, it's the same thing if I kill you and search for your soul!"

"move……"

"Wait a minute!" Sun Lingtong shouted, "I know you have set up a formation, but you have to figure it out."

"This is the Fire Persimmon Fairy City!"

"The magic circle you have set up will inevitably arouse a reaction from the immortal magic circle. How long can it last?"

"I'm trapped in the magic circle and can't leave. I will definitely fight you all."

"In this case, wouldn't that old guy Chui Zuike be laughing to death?"

"Let's sit down and talk. There's no need to fight to the death."

Sun Lingtong gave good advice.

On normal days, his words might have some effect. But now, after Meng Kuai performed Sitting on the Mountain and Watching the Tiger Fight, the Luck Field has affected everyone present.

Han Ming shouted: "He is stalling for time, do it!"

As she spoke, she formed seals with her hands, opened her mouth, and blew out a stream of black and gray wind.

Mudras, body imprints, and heart imprints.

This is one of the main means of assisting spell casting in the world of cultivation.

The two black-clothed demon cultivators also cast the same spell and blew out two other gusts of evil wind.

The dark wind seemed to be slow but was actually fast, coming from three directions and about to surround Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong activated his magic, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he had already reached the left courtyard wall.

The dark wind rushed into the air and merged into a group, forming a whirlwind and continued to chase Sun Lingtong.

This is the advantage of learning from the same school.

The three of them all majored in the Soul-Eating Art. Even though each person's magic power has personal characteristics and is different, the essence is similar. This allows their spells to blend together for a short period of time, rather than fiercely competing against each other.

Sun Lingtong tried to jump out of the courtyard wall, but suddenly the evil energy roared in front of her eyes, the ground cracked, and a billowing wind rushed out from the cracks.

The dark wind was powerful, rushing straight into the air, forming a wall of dark wind that was five or six feet thick and two feet high.

There were more than one walls of gloomy wind. After the next breath, the walls of the small courtyard were all washed away and replaced by the violently blowing black and gray gloomy wind.

"In my narrow formation of Yin Feng Barrel, Sun Lingtong, where else do you want to run?" The hook-nosed demon cultivator laughed proudly.

Sun Lingtong had no road ahead, and a cold whirlwind was blowing from behind.

He cursed, stretched out the five fingers of his left hand, and moved his fingers to form a hand seal.

The next moment, he spread his left hand flat, and a ball of lightning formed in the palm of his left hand.

Thunder in the Palm!

boom.

There was a loud bang, and the thunder struck down the evil wind.

But the thin needle instrument of the Triangle-eyed Demon Cultivator took advantage of the chaos and quietly stabbed Sun Lingtong in the back of the head.

If it were to be stabbed in, Sun Lingtong would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

At the critical moment, Sun Lingtong's eyes flashed and he turned around suddenly, his eyes fixed on the fine needle weapon.

He had just performed the lightning technique with his left hand and could not use it, so he reached into his arms with his right hand and threw out a handkerchief.

The handkerchief flew out and wrapped the fine needle instrument.

Sun Lingtong smiled, jumped slightly, grabbed it with his right hand, held the handkerchief, and wrapped the fine needle instrument tightly.

The triangle-eyed demon cultivator suddenly changed color.

He frantically activated his magic power and consumed his spiritual thoughts, trying to summon the fine needle weapon back. But after wrapping the handkerchief around him, the sensitivity between him and the fine needle instrument was reduced by half. When Sun Lingtong grabbed it, the triangle-eyed demon cultivator could hardly sense the fine needle.

The demon cultivator was shocked and recognized: "Fu Kongmen, treasure trapping technique!"

The fine needle entered the final stage of its frantic struggle in the handkerchief. Sun Lingtong was about to succeed when Han Ming pounced on him.

"Let go!" Han Ming's movements were stiff but extremely fast. He opened his fingers wide and grabbed Sun Lingtong.

Her fingernails were extremely sharp and turned black and purple, drawing ten sharp light and shadows in the air, and a fishy-sweet smell hit her nostrils.

Sun Lingtong's hair stood on end, and he quickly let go, discarding the needle and handkerchief, and stepped back.

Thin needles and handkerchiefs fell to the ground.

Han Ming has a ruthless nature and wanted to take revenge on Sun Lie. Sun Lingtong had cheated on her before, and she hated this disciple of the Fu Kong Sect so much that her every move targeted Sun Lingtong's vital parts.

Sun Lingtong retreated again and again, not daring to use his edge.

Relying on his talent, Han Ming also practiced the Immortal Transformation Method, which can be regarded as physical cultivation.

Sun Lingtong practiced Fu Kongmen's technique, was successful in foundation building, and majored in Shenhai. The sea of ​​qi in the middle Dantian and the sea of ​​essence in the lower Dantian are incomparable to those in the upper Dantian.

Han Ming kept bullying him, giving full play to the power of his zombie body, being cruel and vicious.

Sun Lingtong dodged left and right, his posture was extremely agile. It was clear that Jingbao was far inferior to Han Ming, but he was able to maintain the situation.

The two black-clothed demon cultivators of the Soul-Eating Sect who were watching gradually saw the clues.

"Sun Lingtong has very rich practical experience!"

"Han Ming has a great advantage, but he is not proficient in martial arts. He has an advantage but cannot establish a victory in a short period of time."

"Help her!"

The two communicated and reached a consensus.

The hooked nose activates the narrow formation of the Yin Wind Barrel, causing the Yin Wind Wall to squeeze in.

Triangle Eye recalled the fine needle weapon, and in turn collected Sun Lingtong's handkerchief weapon, and once again activated his spiritual thoughts.

The thin needle flew out, circled in one direction, and cooperated with Han Ming to stab Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong was attacked by three people. She was stunned from left to right. First, she was pricked several times by fine needles, and her protective spell almost collapsed. He was scratched by Han Ming's nails again, and after being poisoned, he quickly swallowed the pill.

Finally, the dark wind wall squeezed in, and Sun Lingtong finally succeeded in casting the spell.

Air-piercing technique.

He strode back, and ripples in space immediately appeared, wrapping him from back to front.

After he backed up, he disappeared into thin air.

The next moment, he appeared behind Han Ming and others, standing at the other end of the narrow formation of Yinfeng Barrel, and finally opened some distance.

Sun Lingtong's expression was quite solemn.

Han Ming turned around and sneered: "Sun Lingtong, since we already know that you are not a member of the Kongmen, how could you not be on guard against the Sky-Piercing Technique?"

Sun Lingtong's childlike face showed a ferocious look for the first time: "Okay, okay, since we are so forced, even if I lose my life, I will have you all buried with me!"

Han Ming: "Wishful thinking!"

She advocated magic power, pinched the seal with both hands, and sprayed out a green ghost fire.

Sun Lingtong shouted, took out a gourd from his arms, and sprayed out a stream of cold water from the mouth of the gourd.

Will-o'-the-wisps and cold water collided, creating a fog that filled the sky.

Sun Lingtong's eyes sparkled, and he easily penetrated the fog. He abandoned Han Ming and rushed towards the aquiline nose.

Hook-nosed is the person in charge of the magic circle. By killing him, Sun Lingtong can crack the magic and get out of the predicament.

But the three soul-eating sect members had already been prepared for this move. Their aquiline noses retreated and disappeared into the cold wind.

Triangle Eyes and Han Ming immediately caught up and had a violent fight with Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong swept away his previous fighting style of mainly dodging, sparing no effort in mana and charm, frequently casting spells and throwing various magic weapons.

For a time, the two sides were fighting evenly.

"This Sun Lingtong has quite a lot of crap!" Hawk Nose sighed after controlling the magic circle and destroying a magic weapon dart.

"Those who are not Buddhists have dirty hands and feet. Sun Lingtong has been accumulating in the black market for so many years, and he must have stolen these magical weapons." Triangle Eyes said.

Han Ming was dissatisfied: "Kill Sun Lingtong quickly! The battle is over, you have a lot of time to chat!"

The hooked nose snorted coldly: "Han Ming, what's your attitude? We saved you."

Triangle Eyes: "It's not us, you are still tied up with iron chains. This is your enemy. We have helped you to this extent, which is enough."

The aquiline nose and triangular eyes tightened their strength.

As Sun Lingtong fought head-on, the two black-clothed demon cultivators became a little afraid.

They prefer to let Han Ming take the lead and weaken Sun Lingtong. If they can provoke one or two killers and use them on Han Ming, wouldn't the two men in black be safer?

Demonic monks are better at fighting alone and prefer to fight alone.

The biggest feature of magic power is that it can use similar monks as materials for practice. From this point on, the brothers from the Demon Sect have a strong motive to turn against each other.

After working together to besiege Sun Lingtong for a moment, the three members of the Soul Eater Sect started fighting among themselves.

The pressure plummeted!

Sun Lingtong's feelings were very obvious, which gave him a chance to breathe.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he changed his tactics back to mainly dodging. Occasionally, he would activate spells or magic weapons to attack Han Ming or the Yin Qi wall.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it.

Han Ming breathed out will-o'-the-wisp fire, which burned Sun Lingtong's whole body to the point of freezing cold, and his black hair burned to white-grey.

Her nails are extremely sharp and contain corpse poison. There were many wounds all over Sun Lingtong's body. The skin and flesh in the wounds were rotten and exuded the stench of corpse.

Sun Lingtong was most afraid of Han Ming's soul-catching shuttle. He would rather hit other magic weapons than let the soul-catching shuttle get close to him.

"Hehehe, hahaha!"

"Sun Lingtong, when you framed me that day, did you think about today?"

"I will capture you, extract your soul, and let you taste the soul torture of our Soul-Eating Sect."

Han Ming's eyes were bloodshot. Revenge made her feel extremely happy, and she was immersed in an almost crazy excitement.

Sun Lingtong was forced into a corner.

"Death!" Han Ming screamed, the mana around him was pushed to the limit, and the will-o'-the-wisps became strong, condensing into a yin fire python, and he opened his mouth to swallow Sun Lingtong.

At the critical moment of life and death, Sun Lingtong suddenly let out a sly laugh.

"Want me to die?"

"Hehehe, it's still early for you three!"

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared.

"It's the air piercing technique again." Triangle Eyes whispered.

"It doesn't matter, he's in my Yinfeng Barrel Formation...it's not good!" The hooked nose's expression suddenly changed drastically.

The mighty dark wind blew endlessly, and the wind wall formed suddenly collapsed at this moment.

Hooked Nose has been presiding over the formation, but under the drastic change, he suffered a terrible backlash.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately fell to the ground and passed out.

"What's going on?!" When Triangle Eyes was in shock, Sun Lingtong had already appeared behind him.

Pfft.

The sharp dagger was extremely sharp and easily pierced through Triangle Eye's lower back.

Then, the dagger burst out with azure electric current, violently impacting Triangle Eye's internal organs.

Triangle Eyes' whole body was shaking violently, as if having an epileptic seizure.

In just a few blinks, he rolled his eyes, raised his head and opened his mouth, and a stream of black smoke came out of his throat.

Plop.

He also fell to the ground and passed out.

"You are the only one left." Sun Lingtong changed his previous embarrassment, his eyes were bright and his fighting spirit was high.

Han Ming was extremely angry: "Without these two burdens, it won't hurt!"

With that said, she killed Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong took a deep breath, held a dagger in each hand, and continued to infuse magic power.

The light of the dagger kept flickering, like a butterfly fluttering its wings and flying out.

The butterfly-like sword light is bright and gorgeous, exquisite and picturesque, without a trace of magic power, it is restrained to the extreme.

Sun Lingtong created his own sword technique - Butterfly Wing Sword!

Butterflies surrounded Han Ming.

Han Ming's whole body was wrapped in a sinister wind, he breathed out will-o'-the-wisp fire, and used his fists and feet to attack with all his strength, but all of them failed!

The butterfly knife light was extremely sensitive, some lightly scratched her skin, and some flew through her limbs and flew out from behind.

It only takes five breaths at most for the butterfly swarm to form, attack, and dissipate.

Han Ming stood there, motionless.

Her eyes widened and her face was full of disbelief!

"This, is this your real strength?" She said with difficulty.

As soon as she finished speaking, her head fell off, her torso was cut diagonally from the waist, and the upper part also fell to the ground.

As she fell to the ground, her limbs were also separated and scattered on the ground.

Blood spurted out and quickly formed a pool of blood around Han Ming's body.