ccnovels #501 - Magical skills? I know a thing or two
#501 - Magical skills? I know a thing or two
Qu Man turned to rush over, intending to chop off Wang Jixuan's head.
But Daoist Wang hurriedly shouted, "Let me die knowing why! I can tell you a secret!"
"Oh?"
The lame old Daoist gently raised his hand.
Qu Man stopped her attack, the spearhead pointing at Wang Jixuan from afar.
Wang Jixuan's face was pale, his breathing heavy, and his primordial spirit trembled, indeed a picture of injury, but his gaze was stubborn, his eyes incomparably bright.
Wang Jixuan asked, "I want to know, how did you kill Bai Ling'er!"
"Bai Ling'er?"
The lame old Daoist sneered, continuing to savor the moment of victory:
"This matter was all too easy.
"Her cultivation method requires seeking yang energy to replenish herself, and this loose immortal of hers failed in her cultivation, addicted to matters of men and women. This poor Daoist only needed to show this original face, and she naturally pounced on me.
"This Bai Ling'er even妄想 to absorb this poor Daoist's cultivation, laughable! Even if this poor Daoist didn't use schemes, you would still be no match for me!"
Wang Jixuan shook his head with a miserable smile: "You do this, aren't you afraid of divine retribution? Brother Mao said that you are acting on orders from the Immortal Palace, those Immortal Palaces must have all kinds of great powers and great divine ability wielders, even if you renew your immortal destiny, can you escape?"
The lame old Daoist narrowed his eyes slightly: "That's no concern of yours."
"Why not…"
Wang Jixuan still wanted to delay for time, chatting with this guy a bit more;
Over there, Mao Mo had already burst into a loud骂:
"Shameless! Dou Qian, you old thief, you're shameless! Scum! Killing us is one thing, but you even want to炼化 the mortals of this Minor Realm! That's tens of millions of people! You! Bi Qi Niang Zhi! I actually treated you as a friend!"
The lame old Daoist said indifferently: "Mao Mo, you're actually not a bad person."
He slowly raised his right hand, a skull spinning rapidly under his palm, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathering towards this place, the blood waves of the Heaven Sealing Grand Array rolling on the periphery.
The lame old Daoist continued to deliver his victory speech:
"But you are still too傻, lacking ambition, greedy for pleasure, drifting with the tide. What use is a person like you living in the Immortal Realm?
"Just to use your肥肉 to imprison a portion of spiritual energy?"
Mao Mo's body trembled乱: "I'm going to fight you to the death!"
The lame old Daoist suddenly甩手, the skull shot out, growing larger against the wind, opening its mouth and喷出滚滚 black flames.
Mao Mo said he was going to fight, but in reality, he grabbed Liu Kang and猛地后退.
It must be said that Mao Mo's next action saved his life.
In the instant of retreating, he still didn't forget to拍了一掌 towards Wang Jixuan, using a bit of residual force to震飞 Wang Jixuan far away.
This fat immortal is quite loyal.
Wang Jixuan顺势后撤, but before he could遁走, Qu Man had already提枪杀来.
Qu Man was very disdainful of Wang Jixuan, and at this moment, she was even too lazy to use the 'close-quarters枪术' this kind of saving mana fighting style,攥紧长枪, injected法力, activated层层禁制 on the spear, and then抛射 it at Wang Jixuan from afar.
This scene was also seen by Mao Mo.
This fat immortal could only叹息, taking care of himself, unable to bear to look more.
He is also朝不保夕 now, too far away from his Brother Qin, there is really no way to搭救 him.
Mao Mo猛提一口本源灵力, a circle similar to a禁锢 appeared on his head, golden light不断绽出 around his body, his figure actually began to极速遁上飞下.
The skull浩浩荡荡地杀来;
Mao Mo拼了老命,拽着柳康飞撤.
He has no交情 with Liu Kang, but in this kind of situation, if he can wait for Liu Kang to缓过一口气, he can also发挥点作用. The two of them, seriously injured loose immortals, are stronger than one person fighting two loose immortals!
On the other side…
Mao Mo has no way to look at the other side.
Although Great Ascension stage cultivators have a promising future, they are still凡人 after all.
The difference between immortals and mortals is like the difference between heaven and earth.
In short, Brother Qin is now差不过死挺了.
Mao Mo飞速 thought about ways to survive,拼命闪躲 the attacks that the lame old Daoist打出来.
Just at this time, Liu Kang finally缓过了一口气,猛地一推 Mao Mo, the two separated to躲避.
Mao Mo was overjoyed at the sight: "Left and right包抄!弄死 him! I'll drag the skull!"
Liu Kang立刻点点头, they from Yellow Flower Temple are good at gold light type术法, at this moment掏出 a只只黄金宝镜,立刻就猛攻 to attack the lame old Daoist.
Suddenly;
The lame old Daoist's嘴唇开合, a缕虚影 whispered something in Liu Kang's ear.
Liu Kang's双眼瞪圆, with a大喊, disregarding everything朝 the lame old Daoist冲去,嘴里还喊着:
"I'll撕了 you! You're not allowed to说!"
"Don't get close to him!"
Mao Mo急声大喊, but after all, it was晚了半步.
The black flames of the skull in front of Mao Mo大涨,隔绝了 Mao Mo's possibility of向前支援;
The lame old Daoist面露冷笑,闪出 ten多道流光 around his body, taking advantage of Liu Kang's神智不清醒,滚滚黑气淹没 Liu Kang径直!
"It's over!"
Mao Mo急得干跺脚.
He转身要逃,又有些犹豫,想回头再试试能不救柳康一把,恰好看到 Liu Kang was being冲刷身躯 by a股股黑气, the lame old Daoist手持长剑 dug open Liu Kang's chest, and a只手 grabbed out Liu Kang's primordial spirit小人儿… …
The lame old Daoist张口就要吞了这元神小人儿.
Mao Mo目中多是惊惧, he had not seen this kind of situation much even in the Immortal Realm.
The lame old Daoist deliberately放慢了动作;
Mao Mo felt that every minute and every second was煎熬 at this moment, this凶魔 might have to挖 his primordial spirit out and吞… …掉… …
嗖!
A道身影倒飞着,划过 from the middle of the lame old Daoist and Mao Mo.
The two齐齐愣了下.
Yes, even if it is心狠手辣 like the lame old Daoist, at this moment his Dao heart also出现了明显的卡顿.
Not!
The one who嗖 flew past just now… …
Seems to be a苗条身影?
Mao Mo, the lame old Daoist, and Liu Kang's primordial spirit小人儿, simultaneously扭头 looked towards the direction where the figure飞走.
Although they can see more clearly with仙识, at this moment the body's subconscious behavior is to扭头 look towards the female loose immortal who倒飞出百里 and crashed into a mountain.
That is… …
Qu Man?!
Mao Mo张了张嘴,扭头 looked towards the opposite direction, but found that there was no人影 there at all.
Next, these three loose immortals saw the most难 to accept画面 to date.
That Great Ascension stage male cultivator who should have been轻松秒掉 by Qu Man, who was just趴 on the cloud with a一脸衰样, is actually占了上风 at this moment!
'Qin Zheng' is伴着浓郁 of golden light around his body, and he himself has化作一尊小佛,跃 from underground, and双掌拍出 a只只金色大掌印.
Qu Man's法力 was封, and there are数十个细小的剑痕 on her body, and at this moment, under the金色掌印狂轰滥炸,伴着 the constantly崩碎的山体 below, she is持续向下坠落.
Qu Man's战甲 on her body was拍碎;
Her长发 was扯断;
Her腰身 was拍的直接对折;
Accompanied by a刺耳的 "A mere loose immortal dares to打贫道 this Great Ascension", the final巴掌凝成金拳,向向下狠狠轰碎了 Qu Man's neck.
仙血喷溅.
The golden light漫涌的小金人儿 slowly turned around,张口吞了一把丹药, and挑衅地 raised his下巴 towards the lame old Daoist.
"I have收了 the primordial spirit of your woman, you old怪怪."
After saying that, Wang Jixuan随手拿出了一只圆环,转动着 a缕缕仙光 in the circle, and directly拽出来封印 the female immortal's primordial spirit below.
This Daoist Wang's这段 seemingly打的凶, is actually just做做样子.
His real means of winning against this female immortal is based on the几件仙宝 in his hand, as well as the出其不意 of his calculations, plus a little bit of the大量晶核与灵石 stored in the储物法宝.
Qu Man lost in大意.
After Wang Jixuan's battle with Linglong Fairy, his本体, facing a normal immortal who has just飞升, may not be able to face head-on for more than ten moves due to the difference in the quality and quantity of法力;
But facing these小散仙 who are essentially修行失败 and混个寿元, he already has a三七开 chance of winning in a head-on battle.
The仙灵之气 in his body is even more than that of Qu Man.
However, Wang Jixuan's搞的这一出, did indeed make the lame Daoist and Mao Mo万分震惊.
Shock is shock, but the lame Daoist's狠辣 is displayed to the fullest in the next moment.
This Daoist grabbed the primordial spirit小人儿 and一口吞下, and狠狠咀嚼了几口!
His身躯 suddenly膨胀了起来, and two wings凝成 of grey gas appeared behind him.
He嗡声低吼: "Who exactly are you!"
"I don't change my name when I go, and I don't change my surname when I sit, Qin Zheng!"
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Wang Jixuan朗声 saying lies:
"Brother Mao, if you and I join hands, we can definitely fight him!"
Mao Mo's身形朝 this side疾退, and各类法宝 in his hand are疯狂甩出, shouting: "A desperate fight! As long as we冲开 this formation! We can send a message to the Immortal Realm!"
"Laughable!"
The涨大的lame Daoist怒吼, and疾冲向前.
A series of残影 appeared in the air.
This凶魔猛地攥拳, and数十把宝剑 flew out from behind,激射 at Mao Mo and Wang Jixuan.
Wang Jixuan轻笑,身若浮萍, as if漂泊 in the mortal world.
A玄妙且精纯的剑意 slowly铺开 from between heaven and earth!
Mao Mo is escaping while甩法宝 backwards.
Afterwards, Mao Mo discovered… …
The translucent宝剑 in Wang Jixuan's hand is actually a仙宝!
And it's still a上等的仙宝!
He, Mao Mo, has混了 for so many years, and only has one or two pieces of下等仙宝 to protect himself.
剑意席卷,剑光轰炸!
In this array, a scene of光影纷呈 at one time, and the灵气 between heaven and earth浩荡而来、浩荡而去, the array within a thousand miles of the vicinity is covered by乌云, and暴雨 is falling everywhere with电闪雷鸣.
Wang Jixuan's法力 is not dominant, but the Qingping剑意 is really厉害, and he can still control his own rhythm by击强 with weak.
The lame Daoist released a myriad of black energies, but all of it was blocked by Wang Jixuan's sword.
One side resembled a black torrent;
The other, a blue embankment;
Crashing fiercely against each other in the space between heaven and earth!
None of the black energy could cross the line!
Naturally, this was also thanks to Mao Mo's constant bombardment of the lame Daoist with various magical treasures from the side.
Mao Mo's face was flushed red.
This old brother was an amateurish rogue immortal, well-liked but weak in combat. He had already depleted his Dao body in the Immortal Realm, and his current offensive relied entirely on magical treasures, forcing him to hide behind Wang Jixuan.
Daoist Wang calculated in his mind.
He was calculating the arrival time of his alien soul puppet and mechanical array formation.
When Mudan's voice came through the earpiece, saying, "Almost there, boss."
Wang Jixuan's feet slipped, as if the magic power within his body was failing. His sword intent faltered, the sword light dissipated, and the black energy that he had been blocking surged forward before exploding.
He and Mao Mo were unable to dodge in time and were directly overwhelmed by the black energy, their bodies shooting backward.
The lame Daoist pressed his advantage, condensing the black energy into thousands of fist shadows, bombarding Wang Jixuan and Mao Mo, attempting to win through brute force!
Wang Jixuan shouted loudly, while Mao Mo screamed repeatedly.
Bang!
The two figures crashed heavily into the light barrier of the great array.
The lame Daoist's offensive finally ceased, and he looked at the two with a sneer, the dark gray aura surrounding his body growing increasingly dense.
Wang Jixuan helped Mao Mo up, whispering, "Old brother… this guy is a bit fierce…"
"Damn it! You're the fierce one, little brother! Are you really not an immortal? Are you really a Grand Ascension cultivator?"
"I had some small opportunities."
Wang Jixuan's Adam's apple bobbed.
"There's no time to explain. I have a secret method that can borrow your magic power. With my sword intent and the precious sword in my hand, I might be able to fight him."
Mao Mo anxiously said, "Then what are you waiting for! Hurry up and do it!"
"This secret method…"
"You're dead!"
The lame Daoist shot forward.
Wang Jixuan grabbed Mao Mo and rapidly retreated to the left, a pair of wings formed from light appearing behind him.
Spiritual Energy Circuit!
Wang Jixuan said quickly, "This secret method is actually something similar to a master-servant contract. I need to plant a mark in your nascent soul!"
"Plant it!" Mao Mo nodded decisively. "Staying alive is more important than anything! Hurry up! What are you hesitating for!"
Wang Jixuan sighed with apology in his heart.
He had no choice.
If he didn't do this, he would have to kill Mao Mo with his own hands.
After all, his secret could not be known by others, let alone directly noticed by the Heavenly Dao.
Wang Jixuan took a deep breath and rapidly formed hand seals: "Old brother, release your nascent soul!"
Mao Mo clasped his hands together, golden light bursting from his forehead as a nascent soul figure squeezed out, and Wang Jixuan spat out a small sword, which directly pierced Mao Mo's nascent soul's forehead.
Mao Mo trembled a few times.
Behind them, black energy condensed into a rain of blood and shot out!
Wang Jixuan's speed suddenly increased explosively. He grabbed Mao Mo's neck with his right hand, carrying the fat immortal backward, crashing straight into the light barrier of the great array.
Mao Mo shouted in alarm, "This is the array…"
Suddenly, a shadow appeared outside!
The scene slowed down again.
The light barrier of the great array bulged, covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and shattered inward, revealing a pitch-black fist the size of a millstone!
Wang Jixuan's main body dragged Mao Mo past the pitch-black fist, and the body to which the fist belonged slowly raised its head, an astonishing aura erupting.
The heavens and earth became even darker.
The rolling demonic energy within the great array seemed to quiet down by more than half in an instant.
Dragon-Python alien soul, puppet true body.
Thousand times tempered, today it manifests!
Wang Jixuan pointed a finger at Mao Mo with his main body.
Mao Mo could not resist his words.
"Do not notify the Immortal Realm. Go to the side and watch the battle immediately. Do not release any information to the outside world. Use a barrier to cover this place as much as possible."
Mao Mo's Adam's apple trembled.
He realized that this little brother was using the newly formed immortal contract to issue this order. Although he was a little confused, his body had already begun to execute it.
Then, Mao Mo watched helplessly as Wang Jixuan's figure flew back and plunged into the suddenly appearing second demonic body.
The demonic body expanded outward, transforming into a five-meter-tall figure. The dark red muscles all over its body seemed to breathe, and an aura no less than that of a ninth-grade true immortal slowly rippled out from the demonic body, the dragon scales on the demonic body, each bearing cracks, shone with a dark golden luster.
"Demonic arts? I also know a thing or two."