Spiritual pet cultivates immortality, villain sacrifices to heaven

Ning Changkong swallowed a handful of pills to replenish spiritual power, "Please!"

"Haha, okay, Master Ning is more refreshing!" Jiang Wuqiao laughed and jumped off the ring from the stands.

"Uncle Ning, do you need to rest for a while?" Jin Qian rushed into the ring driving the lotus magic weapon and said to Ning Changkong.

She really admired this young senior uncle, he was like a beast in human form, defeating group after group of senior brothers.

Ning Changkong, who had been replenished with spiritual power, tossed his robe, "No need! You can continue."

He wanted to see where his limits were.

Leng Hao nodded.

Elder Li held back his praise in his heart, "This is a step-up challenge. Although the sect has no shortage of disciples who take the step-up challenge, this kind of situation is still rare, and this leap is quite big."

Leng Hao said with a smile: "You can make it, Elder Jiang, don't stare at that little stain that doesn't exist. It's not his own will that he was captured. Think more about the benefits he brought to the sect. If it wasn't for him and his spiritual pet, I'm afraid that the Demon King of Yunhuan Dalu will really awaken this time, and Yunhuan Dalu will be hurt again, and the people will be devastated."

Elder Jiang thought that the sacrificial formation was drawn by Ning Changkong, and he also provided the original blueprint of the sacrificial formation, otherwise the ancestor would not know that it was a sacrificial formation, and would not go to see the border of the demons Enchantment, otherwise there will be one more devil in the world, and the world will not be peaceful.

"It was me who was stunned. What a good brother... what a good little junior brother."

Elder Jiang still didn't understand, since he was so good, why didn't the ancestor raise him himself, and let him go after raising a lot, and went into seclusion.

Thinking of the old ancestor and Feng Lingyun who killed the demon Lao Zhang before, and then killed Feng Lingyun's body.

Suddenly, Elder Jiang realized.

The patriarch has long since passed away, and if he still resorts to violence like this, he might be in danger, he won't be seriously injured, right?

Thinking of this, Elder Jiang suddenly felt heavy. Feng Lingyun was just killed by the ancestor, but Yuanshen escaped.

Now Elder Qing, Xiao Hanlan and others are looking for that guy all over the world.

Feng Lingyun is immortal, the biggest threat to the sect!

Elder Jiang immediately clasped his hands together on his chest, praying to God for Fu Yi's health.

Leng Hao looked at Elder Jiang who was behaving strangely, and looked towards the ring without raising his eyelids.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The Nascent Soul stage's attack caused the entire arena to directly raise the protective cover to prevent the overflowing spiritual power fluctuations from hurting the audience in the stands.

The whole arena was full of dust.

The scorched black of the ground showed the intensity just now.

Ning Changkong extinguished the fire on his body and said with a smile, "Hehe, Senior Nephew Jiang, don't hide your clumsiness."

"Disciple takes orders!" Jiang Wuqiao said with a smile, his clothes were also torn by the fairy-level spirit sword, but fortunately he was still wearing a protective magic weapon, which blocked the attack, otherwise, he was afraid that he would see blood.

"Fire Phoenix Cloud Piercer!"

A powerful fire phoenix rushed towards Ning Changkong with Fengming.

The disciples behind the stands could feel the scorching heat in the air.

"Brother Jiang is a mutated fire spirit root, with excellent fire spirit power! He has already mastered the fire phoenix technique proficiently!"

"Brother Jiang, I'm afraid he will advance to the second level of Nascent Soul soon?"

"I heard that he refused to take disciples for the sake of cultivation."

The scorching fire phoenix came with a violent attack.

Ning Changkong didn't dare to be careless, "Wanjian Bingyu!"

Immediately, tens of thousands of ice-carved daggers quickly gathered on his back, "Go."

The Frost Arrow hit Huofeng's body, and it immediately burst into fog.

The ice swords in the front row melted into fog, and the ice swords in the back followed.

The sound of ding ding ding is endless.

The opponent's fire phoenix turned out to be like a real entity, and the attacks of both parties seemed to be attacking the real thing.

"Frozen!"

A layer of blue ice spread rapidly with Ning Changkong as the center.

Soon the entire arena became a world of ice.

"Uncle Ning is the Ice Spirit Root?"

"Wow, no wonder the ancestor wants to accept Uncle Ning as an apprentice!"

"They are all rare ice spirit roots!"

"No, the ancestor is a mutated ice spirit root!"

The ice melted and condensed under Jiang Wuqiao's feet.

"It's snowing all over the sky!"

Flying snow all over the sky raged inside the spiritual power cover of the ring.

The fire phoenix of Jiang Wuqiao has long been an ice sculpture.

Jiang Wuqiao smiled, "Little uncle, your only shortcoming is lack of experience!"

He used a fire phoenix and Ning Changkong to use several spiritual power-consuming skills.

Ning Changkong launched several costly spiritual power spells in succession, but now the world of ice and snow is his home field.

"Really?" Ning Changkong smiled slightly, "Ice Thunder Sword!"

The spirit sword that Ning Changkong sacrificed shone with dazzling lightning and headed towards Jiang Wuqiao.

"Little Master Uncle has finally used your Thunder Spirit attribute!"

Jiang Wuqiao smiled and offered a simple square tripod.

Fang Ding floated above Jiang Wuqiao's head, and a golden light shrouded him.

The Thunder Spirit Sword struck Fang Ding, sparks shot out, and the tripod hummed.

"What a strong thunder spirit power!"

Jiang Wuqiao's Fang Ding has saved him countless times. This is an ancient Fang Ding that can withstand the attacks of the heavenly monks.

Ordinary foundation-builder cultivators couldn't let Fang Ding break through.

The Nascent Soul cultivator could only make Fang Ding hum.

Jiang Wuqiao's Fang Ding was like a tortoise shell, exceptionally resistant to beatings. Seeing the opponent's feet on the ground, Ning Changkong smiled slightly.

"Earth Spirit Spike!"

From the ground under Jiang Wuqiao's feet, sharp ice spikes nearly one meter high suddenly protruded.

The moment the Earth Spirit Spike appeared, he hurriedly lifted off with his sword, the shoes under his feet had been punctured, and the soles of his feet were injured.

If he hadn't run fast, he would have turned into a string.

"Surrounded by water mist!" This is a simple water control technique, a skill he learned without a teacher when he was in the Ning family's dungeon.

Before he could take the elixir, the surrounding area became foggy.

The humidity in the air is getting higher and higher.

Fang Ding is resistant to attack damage, but not to fog and water vapor.

Lightning can travel through water mist!

Looking at the mist surrounding the palm of his hand that he couldn't see clearly with his hand, Jiang Wuqiao knew what Ning Changkong was going to do next.

As he expected, Ning Changkong turned into a thunderbolt, turning the surrounding mist into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

Jiang Wuqiao hurriedly put on a dragon scale battle armor.This is the thunder dragon leather armor he obtained in the secret realm, which can effectively avoid thunder spirit power.

"Senior Brother Jiang actually has the Thunder Dragon Armor, I'm so envious!" Many disciples have seen the Thunder Dragon Armor, because after Jiang Wuqiao put it on, his spiritual power was aroused and a red thunder light shone.

Armed with Thunder Dragon Armor and Fang Ding, Jiang Wuqiao rushed towards Ning Changkong.

The fire spirit swords all over the sky rushed towards Ning Changkong mixed with the crackling sound.

Ning Changkong swallowed a handful of spiritual power pills, formed seals with his hands, and summoned several sets of battle armor. He had no protective treasure, so he could only resist and counterattack.

"The sky is full of frost!"

Suddenly, light blue hexagonal crystal snowflakes danced on the ring, and pieces of snowflakes greeted the blazing fire spirit swords.

The seemingly light and fragile snowflakes are like a sharp six-sided blade, cutting and splitting the fire and spirit swords. When ice and fire meet, the sound of metal colliding in the air is endless, and steaming heat is also emitted.

Spells and attacks restrained each other, Ning Changkong didn't have strong enough defensive armor, so he could only keep attacking.

Jiang Wuqiao secretly admired Ning Changkong's long spiritual power.

The two used almost all the academic methods over and over again, and after their spiritual power bottomed out, they fought hand-to-hand.

In the end, Jiang Wuqiao barely stood up with his strong physical strength in the Nascent Soul Stage, because he felt that he was about to turn into ice scum.

Ning Changkong was so tired that he knelt on the ground with one leg and supported his body with a sword in one hand to prevent himself from falling down.His spiritual power has long been exhausted, and the spiritual power pill on his body has also been devoured.

Physical strength has also reached the extreme.

This time, he played very well.

"Little uncle, admit defeat!" Jiang Wuqiao was also tired, his spiritual mansion was exhausted, and his physical strength was almost exhausted. If he hadn't been a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his body had been tempered like a diamond, he would have been on the ground already. down.

"Can't lose!"

Huihui bought him a complete victory, but if he loses, Huihui will be sad for a long time.

He has to fight for Huihui!

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!The other party was not much better, his calf was shaking.

Watching Ning Changkong stand upright again, Jiang Wuqiao's calf cramp got worse, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Then fight again!"

Even if Ning Changkong lost, he had already won the respect of all the disciples of the sect. It was a legend to challenge the Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage of Golden Core.

"Little uncle! Come on!"

"Little uncle! Come on!!"

The disciples in the stands stood up one after another to cheer Ning Changkong up.

Fighting hand to hand, clanging spirit swords collided, fierce sparks everywhere.

Enduring the weakness and pain all over his body, Ning Changkong gritted his teeth and persisted.

His cassock was in tatters, and the scorched and red wounds were exposed from the holes burned by the fire.

Jiang Wuqiao's eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair that exposed his leather armor were covered with frost. His body, which was originally of Huo Lingli, was injured by the extremely cold ice, and ice scum was covered on his face.

Without the spiritual power to dispel the cold, you can only rely on your body to resist.

The sword energy streaked across the sky and the ground, and the originally solid ground was lined with sword marks.

The formation continued to restore the ground.

Ning Changkong's hands were split open, dripping with blood, he held the fairy sword tightly and did not let go.

Jiang Wuqiao looked at the stubborn Ning Changkong, wondering why he was so persistent.

He sacrificed a fire talisman from the early stage of Yuanying, inspired it with the last bit of spiritual power gathered, and sacrificed it towards Ning Changkong.

Ning Changkong smiled wryly.It seems that Huihui is going to be disappointed.

The other party actually still has something at the bottom of the box.

He has no way to stop such a fire talisman again, he can avoid it, and if he avoids it, he will leave the ring.