A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

The other two high-level mages gathered together and whispered something, seeming to be discussing how to break the formation.

After a while, the two of them finished their discussion, and the extremely tall sorcerer among them swayed and was surrounded by a ball of green light, and came to the side of the black-robed man.

"Mr. Tiancry, has it started? The formation of monks here seems to be three points more powerful than the previous one. And I heard that there are quite a few Nascent Soul monks here, so I'm afraid it will take a little more time." Master Nascent Soul said to the man in black robe with a smile on his face, extremely polite.

"We don't need to take action first, they are already coming out. Let's try the magical powers of the monks here first, and then let's talk." The black-robed monk shook his head, his voice was hoarse and stiff, and vague, as if he had no tongue. It was extremely uncomfortable to hear.

But as soon as the words came out, the tall and thin magician like a bamboo pole was startled and hurriedly looked in the direction of the fog sea, as if he was extremely convinced by the words of the man in black robe.

Sure enough, the originally motionless sea of ​​fog below began to tumble as he spoke, and suddenly split into two, revealing a passage several feet wide.

Then the light inside flashed, and seven long rays of light flew out. After hovering above the sea of ​​fog for a while, several figures emerged, which they identified as Han Li and others.

Under the advice of the bald-browed man, no low-level monks were brought out this time. Except for the two alchemy monks from the far Tiantai Valley, only the Chongxu Taoist followed.

After Han Li settled down, he looked at the large group of black magicians above. The dozen or so magicians leading them naturally attracted his attention. Especially the eerie and monstrous man in black robes made Han Li wince when he looked at him.

The first feeling this person gave him was that he immediately thought of the Master Xuan Gu who had killed him.

Could it be that the other party is really a ghost who can't cultivate? Han Li's heart trembled and he thought with great vigilance.

Before Master Xuan Gu took away Shequhun's body, he was also filled with the same gloomy aura and ghostly aura. But his aura seemed to be a little different from this person's. Han Li couldn't explain the specific difference at the moment.

Just as Han Li and others were looking at the sky, the magician above made a commotion, and the magician wrapped in a strange python suddenly turned into a huge fireball and shot down.

When the bald-browed old man saw this, they all stared coldly and said nothing, and no one showed any signs of panic.

As long as this sorcerer was not seeking death, he would never dare to take the initiative alone.

Sure enough, under the unkind gaze of the monks, the huge fireball stopped at a height of fifty or sixty feet away from them, but the blazing hot flames, even though they were so far apart, still made everyone frown and secretly Shocked.

"I would like to pay homage to the Great Master of the Fire Department, Ku Yao. Now that you have come out, you plan to test your magical powers first. How do you plan to compete, one on one, or a melee regardless of the number of people." A faint figure swayed a few times in the fireball. Next, a loud thunder-like sound suddenly came out from it, causing the nearby space to buzz, causing the bald-browed man and others to change their expressions slightly.

"One on one, life and death are determined by fate." The bald-browed man stared at the figure in the fire ball and replied coldly without even thinking about it.

"Haha! Okay, this is exactly what I want. This master will be your opponent in the first formation. Which one of you will go first." After a burst of laughter, the people in the fireball started to call for formation unscrupulously.

The bald-browed man and others were naturally furious, and the old man surnamed Ma even darkened his face, and a white light of murderous intent appeared on his face, and he flew out.

Seeing this, the big man surnamed Lu hesitated for a moment, but without blocking his exit, he acquiesced and let the old man surnamed Ma do the first battle.

After all, in his mind, among the four Nascent Soul monks who came out, apart from Han Li, the newly advanced monk, he really couldn't tell who among the three of them had greater magical powers.

When Ku Yao saw the white light flying out of the fireball in the air, he flew up high and retreated without saying a word. After a moment, the two of them reached the center of the sea of ​​fog and the army of magicians, and both stopped their escape. Light.

In this way, both of them can take action with confidence without fear of someone from the other side suddenly intervening in the battle.

"How is this Mulan great master's magical power? Does he have any special means?" The bald-browed man suddenly turned his face and asked solemnly to the horse-faced monk on the side.

"The fire attribute technique is very powerful, especially the fire snake on his body is particularly flexible and impossible to guard against. Another Danjie fellow who was stationed with us in Tiantai Valley was haunted by that beast and turned into ashes. "The horse-faced monk replied, with a trace of resentment flashing across his face.

"Oh! That's it. Brother Gu! If I remember correctly, Haoran Pavilion's "Haoran Zhengqi Jue" seems to be invulnerable to water and fire, and can defeat evil and ghosts. I should be able to gain a slight upper hand against this magician." The bald-browed man turned his face to the other side and asked somewhat unconfidently.

"It's hard to say. If it's an ordinary fire attribute skill, Haoran Zhengqi Jue will have no problem against it. But I see that the magician opposite has fire energy through his body, and he has clearly understood the true meaning of the three flavors of heaven and earth spiritual fire. I'm afraid Haoran Zhengqi Jue is not good either. It can be defeated. However, among the few of us, only Daoist Ma is the most suitable to deal with this person. Even if Haoran Zhengqi Art cannot defeat the enemy, it will not be affected by the opponent's demonic fire. Not to mention the worry of heart fire attacking the heart." Gu Shuangpu's eyes flashed with hesitation and he said slowly.

Hearing this, the bald-browed man immediately confirmed what he was thinking. He let out a sigh of relief and looked more relieved on his face.

Han Li took a second look at the fire python in the fire ball. As his heart moved, the blue light in his eyes flashed a few times, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face, but then he returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the old man surnamed Ma made a hand seal in the sky, and a layer of soft white light appeared on his body. At the same time, he opened his mouth, and silver light the size of a walnut spurted out from his mouth. It rose in the wind and turned into a silver-white ruler.

With a slight tremor, the silver light of the ruler flashed, and the sound of clear chanting was like the phoenix's cry in the sky.

On the opposite side, Ku Yao was completely different from his initial arrogance. He didn't move at all. He just looked at each other coldly in the firelight with his arms folded, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

When the old man surnamed Ma saw this, he was extremely angry. He snorted coldly and wanted to take action first.

But at this moment, there was a slight sound of transmission in his ears. The sound was almost inaudible, but it was extremely clear.

The old man surnamed Ma was startled at first, and then glanced down in confusion. His eyes turned to the people watching the battle below, and then landed on Han Li. A strange look on his face.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled gently at him.

The old man surnamed Ma was stunned for a while, then he raised his head doubtfully and looked at the strange python on Ku Yao's body, his face gradually changed to a solemn look.

"The fire python on your body is not an ordinary spiritual beast, isn't it!" The old man surnamed Ma's eyes flashed for a few times before he asked gloomily to the opposite side, Ku Yao.

"Hey! You do have some eyesight. The fire python in me is formed by the condensation of the fire spirit of heaven and earth. It is not comparable to any spiritual beast." Kuyao was stunned for a moment in the firelight, but then he started to smile ferociously.

Then he shook his body, and the fire python on his body emitted a bright red light, and suddenly flew into the sky. In the red light, it sprouted a horn on its head and sharp claws on its belly. It turned into a red phosphorus fire dragon, spreading its teeth and claws above Kuyao's head. stand up.

"The fire spirit takes form!"

The bald-browed man watching the battle below was startled and couldn't help shouting. Gu Shuangpu on the side also looked grim.

The old man surnamed Ma felt even more depressed. The opponent's fire-attribute skills were so high that he could refine fire spirits. This is definitely not something that ordinary Nascent Soul Masters can do, and I am afraid they will face a fierce battle.

Thinking of this, the old man surnamed Ma's original plan of using only seven percent of his strength to fight against the enemy was gone. Instead, he took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and something wrapped in five-colored rays of light flew out of his sleeves. After circling, he stopped a few feet in front of him and floated motionless out of thin air.

Immediately, the monks below and the mages in the distance all looked over curiously.

You must know that no matter what kind of treasure it is, once it can flash the five-color glow, it will probably not be an ordinary-level treasure.

Han Li also narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the object.

The object was slender and round, and turned out to be a light yellow scroll several feet long.

This scroll faced Ku Yao on the opposite side. Under the solemn words of the old man named Ma, he slowly opened it downwards.

It turned out that there was a seemingly ordinary Bagua picture inside.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

But at this moment, the old man surnamed Ma hit it with a seemingly simple magic spell. The five-color glow of the scroll shone brightly, and an astonishing and huge wave suddenly emitted from the picture.

When Ku Yao on the opposite side saw this movement, he seemed to know something was wrong, and immediately pointed at the old man opposite him without thinking.

The fire dragon coiled on its head raised its neck and opened its mouth wide.

Boundless red flames spurted out from the dragon's mouth, instantly submerging the old man surnamed Ma and the Bagua picture in the sea of ​​fire.