Sun's journey to immortality

"They turned out to be human monks? Why did they appear so quickly? The beast tide inside them has calmed down so quickly? These self-proclaimed fifth-level monsters of low origin are indeed incompetent materials and not worthy of trust. This time it is really Stealing the chicken will lose the rice."

After the fifth-level sheep came to know the identity of the visitor, his expression became more and more stiff. The two sides had just concluded an offensive battle of the largest scale and intensity. Naturally, it was impossible to ease it easily in a few words.

"The Yangchen clan is peace-loving, so why should we interfere in the disputes within our world of cultivation? If we only get beaten and don't fight back, how can our world of cultivation stand firm in the world of stars?"

Cui, a cultivator in the transformation stage, shouted and asked, and at the same time, there was no delay in the movements of his hands. During the fierce battle, his figure quickly rose and disappeared into the sky.

"The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the vitality is vibrant, and the spiritual power is abundant. It is a pity that a great pure land needs to face the disaster of annihilation today. Fellow Taoists, follow me to kill."

The monks in the transformation stage were entangled with the fifth-level monsters. A ninth-level Nascent Soul monk stood up majestically and took charge of commanding the temporary battle.

The ninth-level monks of Nascent Soul are also at the top of the cultivation world and the entire star world. As long as they don't provoke some old monsters who are bent on ascension, they can protect themselves more than enough.

"boom"

Naturally, the Nascent Soul Stage monks would not hold back. As the magic power circulated, the bodies of some of the low-level Sheep Lining monks exploded without warning, turning into thick balls of blood, and Gathered together from the sky, drops of flesh and blood directly merged into the spiritual field and the spiritual medicine garden.

"The big one bullies the small ones, are all the fellow Taoists from the world of human cultivation so shameless?"

"We are attacking the end points of your defenses openly and openly, and we have not massacred the low-level monks?"

"If you act like this today, don't you worry about our revenge in the future? Don't you say you didn't predict it?"

The fourth-level monks of the Yangchen clan came up from the sky. After seeing this scene, their eyes widened, and there were endless threats in their words.

"Fellow Taoists who want revenge, just come here. I will wait quietly at the end of the world for you to arrive. The premise is that you can save your life under my hands."

"How dare you, a mere sheep clan, to provoke me, a human monk, at will? Did you expect today's revenge?"

Regarding the so-called threat of the Yangchen clan, the monks at the Nascent Soul Stage did not take it seriously. After all, if they want to enter the world of cultivation and wreak havoc, the defense at the end of the world is the node that must be broken through and blocked.

Soon after, in a few words of dialogue, Sun Mingsheng and other monks were entangled and fighting together one by one after a period of massacre.

The fourth-level sheep are not a powerful fighting race in the vast and boundless world of stars. In the head-on battle with monks such as Sun Mingsheng, they quickly fell at a disadvantage.

As a second-level Nascent Soul monk, Sun Mingsheng's cultivation strength is not outstanding among the Nascent Soul monks who came to carry out revenge, and naturally he will not be the focus of the Yangchen clan.

When the battle broke out, the one who fought him was a fourth-level low-grade sheep lining, who controlled three fake spirit treasures that were as mottled as stones, and was entangled with Sun Mingsheng.

The Yangchen clan is famous for cultivating spiritual medicine in the world of cultivation. They don't have any obvious talent in refining weapons. This set of fake spiritual treasures is quite crude.

Sun Mingsheng also had some plans in his mind. It seemed that the battle was about to meet his opponent, but under his control, he gradually left the main battlefield and headed towards the direction where the strong scent of medicine was escaping.

The battle circle between other monks and Yang Lin also expanded rapidly and went in different directions. Some of the monks who were obviously stronger were constantly resorting to other means during the intervals of the battle, killing some naked eyes. The buildings within the visible range were destroyed, and the low-level sheep were killed one by one.

Faced with the death of a large number of sheep liners, these fourth-level sheep liners and above were naturally in a state of rage. Unfortunately, their own strength was limited. Even with all their strength, they still could not carry out the battle in a short period of time. Take control.

It seems that the sheep liners are not fully prepared for the revenge of this trip. Some of the sheep liners above the fourth level on this star even have some injuries, large and small, that have not been healed, and their combat effectiveness is greatly restricted. .

"The current location should not be far from the elixir garden, and it's time for this battle to end."

Feeling the increasingly dense spiritual power around him, Sun Mingsheng showed a satisfied smile on his face. For him, the biggest goal of this trip was to obtain enough spiritual objects to sustain his spiritual practice for the next 150 years and prepare for his promotion. The third level of Nascent Soul provides sufficient assistance, which is particularly important.

"Hmph, you and I are just half-matched. Are you being so arrogant and looking down on me?"

Opposite the fourth-level low-ranking Yang Lin had a mocking look on his face, as if he was quite dissatisfied with Sun Mingsheng's reaction. After all, in the previous battles, there was no clear winner between the two.

And judging from the previous battles, Sun Mingsheng also did not hide his strength too obviously. Although this monk of the Yangchen clan thought he could not win, he would not lose easily.

"If you are really someone who sits in a well and watches the sky, is it possible that everything is just floating on the surface? True Fire Soul Controlling Flag, edict"

In the previous battle, in order to prevent excessive performance from causing the siege of the Yangchen clan, he always sacrificed only a banana fan in the battle. With the assistance of the three-flavor true fire, the three-color peacock was the main way to fight the enemy, so it was in a relatively stalemate.

"Fourth-level lower-grade main soul, why not come out now?"

The true fire soul-controlling flag has changed from its original light red to dark black under the infusion of sufficient fire-attribute souls and main souls.

The growth and power of this fourth-level lower-grade fake spiritual treasure over the years are obvious. At this time, it has truly possessed the quality of the best among the fourth-level lower-grade.

"Roar, roar, roar"

Five main souls refined from the fourth-level lower-grade demon infants emerged from the flag one by one, and behind each main soul were more than a hundred souls of third-level fire-attribute demon beasts.

The eyes of each main soul and auxiliary soul were full of hatred for life, and they rushed forward under the leadership of the five main souls.

"Banana fan, burn, three-color peacock, go"

If he doesn't make a move, then fine. If he does, he won't delay any longer, and must kill it in the shortest possible time.

In Sun Mingsheng's left hand, there is a seal half the size of a fist, with exquisite patterns carved on it, and it is also flashing with dim light. It is the last fourth-level low-grade fake spiritual treasure Zhaotian Seal he got, and it is also the only fake spiritual treasure in his hand that can play a decisive role.