Great Immortal Cultivation System

"Miss, run away!"

The old man blocked Lan Yingxue behind him, released a pair of black iron scissors at the same time, and tried his best to block those tentacles in front of him.

"what?"

Although the old man's courage is commendable, his cultivation is really not up to the table.

Late stage of gas refining!

This kind of shrimp soldier and crab general dared to challenge himself, a golden core monk.

What a stupid guy!
The tentacles made of ghost mist pierced through the pair of black iron scissors, turning the opponent's spirit weapon into scrap iron in just a few breaths.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and it wasn't over yet, before he even had time to take a breath, a black tentacle passed through his body, turning his withered body into a mummy.

"Uncle Li!"

Lan Yingxue's face was full of grief and anger. Uncle Li watched her grow up, but she could only watch him die in front of her.

"At worst, the fish will die and the net will be broken!"

Lan Yingxue flew into the air to dodge, and at the same time, the dagger in her hand turned into a cold light and pierced the opponent's heart!

The dagger flew so fast that the fat black monk had no time to react.

"go to hell!"

Lan Yingxue was overjoyed, Frost Hanyue is a top-grade magic weapon this day!
Even if a cultivator at the golden core stage is pierced by this spiritual weapon, there is absolutely no possibility of surviving.

However, the next moment, Lan Yingxue, who was immersed in fantasy, seemed to be slapped severely.

Tianshuang Hanyue was sandwiched by the fat black monk's thick layer of fat.

Hei Wuchang pulled out the dagger, and the shallow wound healed in an instant, it didn't look like it was injured.

He looked at the stunned Lan Yingxue, and a black air came out of his hand, and the spirituality of Frost Hanyue was also disappearing rapidly that day!
"you!"

Lan Yingxue, whose consciousness was implicated, spat out a mouthful of blood!

This day, Frost Hanyue was a treasure that her father rewarded her just before he set off. It is said that it can compare to [-]% of the power of ordinary magic weapons, but he never expected that it would be so easily destroyed in this person's hands.

"It's a mere spiritual weapon, just grab it!"

Looking at the pale Lan Yingxue, Hei Wuchang raised his hand and waved out several monster tentacles.

"Yingxue, let's go!"

A tall, thin middle-aged monk stood in front of Lan Yingxue and threw several talismans one after another.

Although these talismans are middle-to-high-level spells and relatively weak in power, they are superior in that they are so numerous that they can barely block these tentacles for a moment.

"Second Uncle!"

Lan Yingxue exclaimed, with indescribable joy in her voice,

This person's name is Lan Changshan, he is the younger brother of the head of the family, Lan Changhe, and one of the most powerful elders in the family.

"Brother died unexpectedly. As the most talented person in the family, you must survive! Go! Don't be arrogant!"

Although Lan Changshan barely held on to the situation, he also knew that this would not last long, so he desperately urged Lan Yingxue to leave.

"Second Uncle, how could this happen! Daddy is a mid-Gold Core cultivator, how could something happen to him! He will definitely come back!"

"His longevity tablet has been cracked! Something happened to him, you can't have another accident! Leave first!"

Now that the situation is changing rapidly, Lan Changshan has no time to explain, and hastily ordered his subordinates to take her away.

"No! No! It's impossible!"

The Hua family's large-scale sneak attack this time is really against common sense, and it doesn't seem like a hasty act.

Lan Yingxue is also a very smart girl, in fact, she has already vaguely guessed the truth.

It's just that she has been rejecting this idea emotionally, and has been pretending to be confused!
Seeing Lan Yingxue limp in other people's arms, Lan Changshan could only say in an orderly tone: "Take her away quickly, there is an old man here to buy you time."

"Go? None of you can go!"

Hei Wuchang looked at the many monks in front of him, and took out pairs of hand bones of different shapes.

More than a dozen resentful spirits emerged from Heiwuchang's body, and they flew towards the crowd with the hand bones that controlled those flashing thunder.

Although those wraiths are only in the realm of fake pills, under the blessing of dark thunder hand bones, they can explode with terrifying and destructive power comparable to golden pill monks!

Lan Changshan had a dignified expression. Although there were thousands of talisman seals in his hand, this Tianxuan Shield was also a top-grade spiritual weapon.

But Lan Changshan was still not sure about fighting against those innocent souls whose strength was comparable to that of Jindan cultivators.

He pinched out one after another spells with both hands, and the Tianxuan shield rotated faster, and from the edge of the shield, white light blades radiated out.

"go with!"

Lan Changshan was about to manipulate the treasure to attack, but his voice stopped abruptly.

A ray of lightning penetrated Lan Changshan's head, and the vicious souls tore Lan Changshan's body into pieces in a split second.

"madness!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Heiwuchang's mouth.

The cultivator in the fake alchemy realm actually wants to counterattack in front of him!
He meets a few of these stupid guys every year.

Those people who thought highly of themselves in life turned into ghosts he used to deal with the enemy after death!
"Second Uncle!"

"Master!"

Lan Yingxue and several other young disciples did not run away in all directions, but instead controlled the spirit weapon to pounce towards them.

Hei Wuchang was also a little surprised.

He has seen a lot of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, but it is rare to see such a person who values ​​affection.

remarkably brave!

It's a pity that the egg hits the stone.

One by one, the grieving ghosts flew towards those young people, the huge difference in strength was enough to end their lives in an instant.

However, at this moment, streaks of cyan sword energy suddenly struck from the sky, forcing those ferocious ghosts back to Hei Wuchang's side again.

"Who!"

Golden core monk!
Heiwuchang's face was calm, as if he was not worried about the opponent in front of him who was in the Golden Core Realm.

"Wu Di!"

Hei Wuchang obviously had never heard of this name before, so he added coldly: "Wanmo Mountain is doing business! Get lost!"

Ye Guan was not surprised by Hei Wuchang's attitude, he just smiled lightly.

"Wan Mo Mountain? Are you Wan Mo Mountain declaring war on me, Medicine King Valley? If you are brave enough, repeat what you just said!"

Although Hei Wuchang is cruel and bloodthirsty, he also understands that the current Wanmo Mountain is not yet strong enough to be attacked by enemies.

"Wu Di? Are you from the Lan family?"

Ye Guan waved his hand lightly.

"My surname is Wu, so of course I can't be from the Lan family, but I, Wu, have a relationship with this girl from the Lan family, and I want to take her as my apprentice. Since she is my apprentice, we naturally have to settle the score today! "

"Okay! You can try it!"

Hei Wuchang was irritated by Ye Guan's undisguised expression of contempt and contempt.

The monster behind him was ready to attack Ye Guan from a strange angle in mid-air.

"Small tricks! Do you think I, Ye Guan, are the juniors of these Foundation Establishment Realms?"

Ye Guan made a tactic with both hands, a wisp of pale flame and a sharp arrow flew towards those tentacles.

There was a sneer on Hei Wuchang's face, these tentacles of his were not ordinary supernatural powers, but a special magic weapon refined from the soul.

These tentacles have no entity and can absorb the soul power and natal essence of people. Ordinary magic weapons and supernatural powers will suffer a dark loss in front of them.

The arrows turned into pale flames were not affected in any way when they passed through those illusory tentacles!

Hei Wuchang was surprised, but he threw out the mourning stick in his hand immediately.

This day's corpse poison fire is the fire of the soul, and it is very effective against this kind of soul-like secret technique, but it is difficult to defeat the enemy when facing the physical attack-based magic weapon like the mourning stick.

But right now, Ye Guan has no shortage of magic weapons.

A small blue sword that was about an inch long flew out of his sleeve.

Qingming Tianshuang Sword!
The sword swelled against the wind, and it was three feet long in an instant.

Bang!
The black mourning stick was cut into two pieces, and it was completely destroyed as soon as it was fought!

puff!
Hei Wuchang spat out a mouthful of blood. This mourning stick was his natal treasure that he had nurtured in his Dantian Neifu for hundreds of years. How could it be destroyed in an instant!
"You dare to destroy my treasure! You...you dare to leave your name!"

Heiwuchang's face was distorted, and even the blood vessels under the skin burst out.

"Yaowanggu! Wu Di! You can change your name or surname, but you have no chance to take revenge on me!"

Wu Di?

This person's name is so familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere.

The magic weapon in this person's hands is sharp, unlike ordinary monks, it seems that I have to work hard today!
He took a string of Buddhist beads from his neck and threw it into the air with his hands.

"Asura rosary?"

Looking at the skull rosary gradually expanding in the air, the name of a magic weapon suddenly came out of Ye Guan's mouth.

"You are a bit indirect. This is a treasure bestowed upon me by Lord Mozun. If you surrender obediently, I might as well spare your life!"

"Spare my life? You'd better take care of yourself!"

Ye Guan sneered, and took out another string of similar rosary beads from his bosom.

"Asura Rosary Bead! Why do you have this thing!"

Looking at the prayer beads in Ye Guan's hand, Hei Wuchang turned pale with shock, and even trembled from shock when he spoke.