Aiming for the Immortal Path

"Crack!"

There was just a crisp sound, and Old Monster Yan held the arm of the crutch magic weapon.

Half of the arm was bitten off by the monster turtle, and swallowed into its belly along with the walking stick magic weapon.

Without the special crutch magic weapon as a medium, Old Monster Yan suddenly lost complete control over the formation of the City Lord's Mansion.

Affected by this, the sky was pulled, and the formation seal that was constantly accelerating and sinking suddenly slowed down.

Immediately, there was a scream and an angry roar that resounded through the garden and even most of the city lord's palace.

"Ah... you damn bastard, die for me! Ah...!!!"

Old Monster Yan's eyes almost bulged out, evil energy surged around his body, and he went berserk.

Ignoring the injury of an arm being bitten off, he raised his intact left hand and cupped his palm. With the strong evil energy, he turned to shake the universe and struck directly at the turtle monster.

The sudden change made him painful and angry.

But he has not lost his mind and knows exactly what to do now.

Old Monster Yan attacks quickly and without mercy.

The strength of the Dzogchen cultivation in the golden elixir stage was fully demonstrated at this moment.

The powerful momentum is far more than ten times that of the turtle monster.

But Monster Yan is quick to attack, and the turtle monster runs even faster.

With a third-level initial cultivation level, fighting against a golden elixir stage Dzogchen monk, the turtle monster also knew how risky this move was.

If Su Twelve Xiao had not promised a large amount of high-grade spiritual stones due to his interests, it would never have taken such a risk.

The blow was successful without any hesitation or hesitation.

His limbs swing rapidly, making empty strokes in the air, while his body retreats like lightning.

Just when Old Monster Yan attacked first and caught up with the turtle monster, the turtle monster also rushed in front of Su Twelve.

The turtle monster did not dare to look back. Just by its breath, he knew how terrifying the attack behind him was.

The other party's angry blow was definitely not his own

This state at this time can even be resisted by current cultivation.

In front of everyone, it didn't say anything, but its eyes widened when it fell on Su Twelve, filled with panic and an urgent look for help.

Su Twelve squinted his eyes. The five-hundred-year contract between the turtle beast and the turtle beast that he had finally surrendered had just begun, so there was no reason to just sit back and watch the other party die.

"Hmph! Without the formation to rely on, fellow Taoist, do you think you still have the ability to be arrogant?"

With a cold snort, he decisively raised his hand and brushed his sleeves. His index and middle fingers came together to form sword fingers, pointing at Old Monster Yan in front of him.

The sword moved, and Peiran's true energy instantly activated the sword control technique.

In the robe, the Wuchen Sword that had been brewing for a long time appeared instantly.

In an instant, black and white sword energy intertwined around the sword body, and the waves of sword energy rolled like a river.

The sword light pierces the air, the sound is like thunder, and the energy is like a rainbow.

The black and white sword light was flowing, and it was the first to hit the shaking blow of Old Monster Yan in his rage.

"boom!"

When the two moves met, a muffled sound was heard, and the huge palm print formed by the gathering of evil energy disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The sword light was as powerful as a broken bamboo, and it advanced all the way, and the fierce attack was directed at Old Monster Yan's body.

Su Twelve's spiritual root qualifications may be mediocre, but the skills he practices are special.

Daily practice consumes resources several times, or even ten times, that of monks of the same level.

In terms of skill, he is by no means inferior to top geniuses.

Even though he has three transformations at the moment and only has less than 30% of his full power, it is no worse than most Dzogchen monks in the Golden Elixir stage.

In terms of strength, he can be said to have experienced hundreds of battles.

It seems like a simple sword, but in fact, both the power and the timing of the sword are the best.

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In addition, the Wuchen Sword, a third-grade magic weapon, is also blessed by the weapon spirit.

This move can be called an unpreventable attack!

Old Monster Yan lost his magic weapon of crutches and lost one of his arms. He was simply angry and resentful.

He was not afraid when Su Twelve made a move, and made a decisive decision to raise his Yuan again and use his own cultivation to defeat Su Twelve.

In his opinion, Su Twelve was certainly not weak in strength.

But... I can say that I am also a leader among the Golden Core Stage monks. Coupled with the evil magic, my methods are far beyond those of ordinary monks.

Even if you go head-to-head and win over the opponent, it will never be an issue.

But before the move was released, he saw a black and white sword light roaring in front of him.

The invisible sword intent swept over like a huge wave. For just a moment, Old Monster Yan's body trembled slightly, and big beads of sweat dripped from his temples.

"How... how is it possible? You... how can you be so strong?"

Old Monster Yan's pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes widened, and there was only inexplicable horror in his heart.

A chill ran down my back, and all my thoughts about taking action disappeared instantly.

He knew that the opponent was not weak, but he didn't expect that the moves he made were so shocking.

My mind was racing, but no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't figure out how to break or resist the sword move in front of me.

At this moment, Old Monster Yan no longer had the slightest intention to fight.

Make a decisive decision and retreat.

But before he could finish his words, the sword light had already arrived in front of him as his figure moved.

"puff!"

The sound of sword light piercing flesh was heard.

Lowering his head, he saw an eye-catching blood hole in his heart.

The moment his heart was pierced, strands of sharp sword energy gathered along the meridians of his body towards his Dantian.

Wherever the sword energy goes, it will destroy everything.

Quickly destroy the meridians along the way.

Intense pain surged into my mind like a tide.

Old Monster Yan was trembling all over and in unbearable pain, but he knew better that once the strands of sword energy gathered in his dantian, he would be completely dead.

Clenching his teeth, he stared at Su Twelve with sinister eyes, seeing that the aura on the latter's body was rising again, and a new sword was brewing again.

Old Monster Yan was filled with anger and hatred. He endured the severe pain and hurriedly let his anger sink to his Dantian.

"Whoosh!"

The next second, a golden light with rich black energy flashed through.

Old Monster Yan gritted his teeth, hurriedly sinking all his consciousness into the golden elixir, and controlled his golden elixir to leave his body.

At the moment when the golden elixir came out and the physical body was abandoned.

Under the impact of countless sword energy, his body exploded and dissipated into a dance of blood all over the sky.

The golden elixir hovered in the air for a moment, and a half-empty, half-real black figure appeared inside.

Old Monster Yan, who only had his soul body left, could not hide the anger in his eyes, and his extremely hateful eyes immediately fell on Su Twelve.

As he glanced over, the golden elixir flashed, and a burst of elixir emitted, rolled up the storage bags scattered in the air, and flew out into the distance at an astonishing speed.

"Boy, you ruined my body today, and I will take note of this grudge..."

"Next time I see you again, I will definitely ask you for more!"

Under the control of Old Monster Yan, Jin Dan disappeared in the blink of an eye, but an angry voice came from a distance.

In the blink of an eye, the wind passes by.

The descending speed of the formation seal in the air became busier and busier until it stopped, and then the light dispersed, looming, and disappeared without a trace.

Su Twelve stood there, pointing his finger to the sky, still maintaining the posture of drawing his sword.

The sword intent in front of him was condensed, his aura was surging, and the move was half completed, but in the end he failed to condense it into a move.

All he could do was watch Old Yan, the weird Jin Dan, escape.