Xiuxian exchange system

Flame and lightning intertwined, forming a half-moon ring that collided with the giant flaming sword.

There was a loud bang, and Banyue Huan Dao Jin was instantly submerged by the offensive of the huge flame sword, and continued to slash towards Lai Wuhen.

Lai Wuhen's heart was clear, and he didn't intend to panic at all, so he retreated rapidly to the rear with the force of the shock.

Layers of pitch-black tortoise-like carapace phantoms formed in front of him, forming a huge shield, which lay firmly in front of him.

The giant flaming knife slashed down, and the phantom of the giant carapace shield shook for a while, then dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A ray of blue light shot out from Lai Wuhen's waist, and instantly turned into a five or six feet tall gluttonous body, with one mouthful, he swallowed the flaming giant knife into his belly.

Taotie uttered a scream like a baby's wailing, a flaming blade pierced through his back, its body instantly shrunk to its original size, and it kept rolling in the air.

There was a burning smell from the wound on its back, but it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strength of the flame knife continued to cut towards Lai Wuhen's body, and disappeared into Lai Wuhen's forehead in a flash.

Seeing this scene, Bian Kailang was overjoyed, and when he was about to escape to take away the loot, he saw that Lai Wuhen seemed to be okay, and put away the Taotie with a single move.

I bowed to him again: "Thank you for your enlightenment, senior, the junior is very grateful."

As soon as these words came out, Bian's cheerful face instantly became ugly.

As for the other Jindan stage monks, some looked at him with gloating expressions, some were full of sympathy, and some looked at Lai Wuhen with greed and murderous intent in their eyes.

Bian Kailang wanted to continue to attack, but the Jindanqi cultivator of Huanmiaomen had already fled to Lai Wuhen's side, as if he wanted to defend him.

Seeing this, Bian Kailiang let out a breath, and the expression on his face instantly eased: "Little friend Lai is really good."

After saying that, Duan Guang went back to the flying boat.

Lai Wuhen followed back to the flying boat, put away the storage bag on the round table, and gave a cheerful salute to the side: "Thank you for the reward, senior."

If he hadn't comprehended a bit of saber intent in the flaming giant knife just at the critical moment, he would have no way to take the blow just now.

The last thing that entered his forehead was actually the only saber intent left in Bian Kailang's offensive, although it had a certain lethality.

But after the previous layers of blocking, the lethality has been reduced to the lowest level. Relying on the strength of his physical body, Lai Wuhen not only accepted it forcefully, but also attracted that bit of saber intent.

Feeling the breath of death again, not only added 1000 million bad luck points, but also allowed his body training to break through the bottleneck and reach the third level of blood transformation, how could this not make him happy .

It is not a lie for him to say that he is grateful and cheerful, but he also planted the seeds of murder and cheerfulness.

Although the benefits are gained from being cheerful, but he wanted to kill him first, so how could he let him go.

It's just that the strength is not good now, and there is no way to do it.

If you say something grateful to him, it's okay to make him sick, but no matter how cheerful you are, you will definitely want to tear yourself apart, so Lai Wuhen's temporary goal will be achieved.

When Bian Kailang heard Lai Wuhen's words, he didn't express at all.

The others ignored this episode and continued with the fighting and gambling below.

Lai Wuhen stood on the side and secretly adjusted his breath. Being able to stand beside a group of Jindan monks was enough to prove his strength.

However, he knew that there was still a big gap between him and these old monsters. After all, what he relied on now was all external things, not his real cultivation.

The monks in the Qi refining period of the two major alliances went through another round of fighting, and each lost nearly ten thousand people.

Witnessing the gambling of Jindanqi monks, Lai Wuhen's understanding of the world of cultivating immortals has risen to a new level.

High-level monks regard the lives of low-level monks like ants, which is vividly displayed here. What they care about is only their gains and losses on the gamble.

It can be said that Bian Kailang shot himself in the foot. He lost two games in a row in the next game, and it seemed that he had no money to participate in the next game, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

From time to time, his eyes swept over Lai Wuhen, although there was not much abnormality on his face, but Lai Wuhen knew that he wanted to eat himself alive.

In the past, Lai Wuhen wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want to provoke anyone.

But after a series of events, he is not only famous in the Huanmiaomen, but also definitely on the must-kill list among the other five factions around here.

As soon as he thought about his enemies, he felt relieved.

As soon as the war is over, he will subtly cultivate in the sect for a period of time. Could it be that these people can still go to the Huanmiaomen to catch him?
Having such an enemy staring at him will make him more determined to the Tao. As long as he is strong enough to trample the enemy under his feet, then there is nothing to worry about.

In the scene just now, the Qi refining period monks on both sides also saw it in their eyes.

Although only a few monks in the foundation period can sense what happened.

But it didn't affect the fact that others saw that a monk in the foundation period survived the attack of a monk in the golden core period.

This can undoubtedly affect morale to a great extent.

The alliance team of Huanmiaomen will win more and lose less in the ensuing fight.

This made the Jindanqi monks of the Flame Sect Alliance greet the eighteen generations of Lai Wuhen's ancestors again and again.

After one-third of the foundation-building monks fell, the whole battle was coming to an end.

Those monks at the Jindan stage have no interest in continuing to gamble.

He really wiped out all the disciples he brought out, and it would be hard to explain when he went back.

A series of orders were issued, and all the monks began to retreat.

A cheer sounded from the ranks of monks from the two major alliances at the same time.

There is nothing more exciting than the fact that the war is over and they survived.

Moreover, the harvest in this battle is enough for them to practice for a long time.

Survival of the fittest is the norm in the world of cultivating immortals.

Although it is not clear what purpose Wei Ziming sought for Wan Haomiao back then.

In the end, the two died together, and the Flame Sect and the Huan Miao Sect just had a reason to start a war.

No one really wants to go to war to avenge the dead.

Act only for profit.

In this battle, although the disciples brought out suffered a lot, the strength of the surviving monks can obviously be improved to a higher level, as long as they are given some time to recover.

Not only did the various factions not suffer much losses, they even increased their combat power.

As for those who lost, the redistribution of sect resources, the Jindan stage monks will undoubtedly get the biggest share.

This is the real purpose and meaning of this war.

And those Nascent Soul Stage Supreme Elders didn't bother to participate at all, because this little resource was not enough to make a breakthrough in their cultivation.

When Lai Wuhen returned to the Magic Gate, he was truly relieved.

But when he returned to Xingyan Lake, he only saw a copy of Li Ziling's message talisman.