Aiming for the Immortal Path

Su Twelve nodded calmly. Although the plan was made temporarily, before he came, he was prepared that he would not be able to escape intact.

Nowadays, the losses of the three sects of Huanxing Sect are indeed serious, but his appearance has also caused successive losses to the Demonic Shadow Palace and the Yuanying Stage monks of the Great Zhao Dynasty, which also severely damaged their vitality.

If you can collect the storage bag resources of several Nascent Soul monks, you will have a better understanding of the mysterious Lord, and you can even take the opportunity to divert the opponent's attention and turn light into darkness.

This trip... is not a loss.

At least, it's the limit of what I can do.

When Lin Wuyou saw this, he stopped saying anything, and with a sway of his body, he distanced himself from Su Twelve.

The magic power is running, and the whole body is filled with evil energy. His clothes and hair automatically move without wind, his eyes are fierce and murderous.

"Su Twelve, come and die!"

A sharp roar, with the blessing of demonic energy, penetrated the clouds and air, and spread to every corner of the formation.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Wuyou raised his hand to draw in the air, and then with a sudden push, Pei Ran's demonic energy penetrated Changhong, and with a bang, it hit Su Twelve hard.

The demonic element exploded, instantly destroying the remaining half of Su Twelve's body.

The body formed by the condensed energy, energy and spirit exploded in the air and turned into powder and dissipated.

There was only a weak mass of essence and spirit, wrapped in a mysterious force, soaring into the sky and shooting towards the east.

Without the blessing of Su Twelve, the leader of the formation, the sun and moon disappeared in the sky, and the Taiyin and Sun Qimen formations were broken down.

The scene in front of everyone in the formation changed again. When they turned their heads, they saw Su Twelve disappearing into the dense demonic energy.

The Candle Dragon's Bow and two storage bags exuding rich spiritual essence were thrown into the air.

"Senior Brother Su!"

"My little friend..."

Li Piaoyue and others were all extremely sad and screamed in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Su Shi tried every possible means to eliminate the men in black in the Demon Shadow Palace.

Er himself was not spared.

Such a result was simply unacceptable to several people.

But they didn't wait for them to recover from their grief.

The next second, Lin Wuyou squinted his eyes and looked over with murderous intent.

The aura belonging to the Nascent Soul Stage monks emanated. Li Piaoyue, Lu Chenyuan, and the two golden elixirs hovering in the air suddenly felt heavy pressure falling, and they were unable to move for a while.

"My Buddha is compassionate! Let's go!"

Master Shanxian reacted the fastest and decisively detonated the Buddha's light-shining Dharma in front of him. With the huge power of the Buddha's Yuan, he came to Li Piaoyue and others in a flash.

The magnificent Buddha Yuan enveloped several people, and then transformed into golden light and disappeared from the sky.

On the other side, Xiao Muzi, whose whole body exuded a strange demonic atmosphere and awe-inspiring Tao Qi, was not slow at all in his reaction.

A sword pierced the air, causing the sky to be filled with sword shadows.

Then Daoyuan spread out, rolled up the storage bags on Fairy Youruo and the man in black, and followed Master Shanxian with his sword in the direction he left, and also disappeared into the sky.

In just a few breaths, only Lin Wuyou, Zhao Mingyuan and Old Man Vicissitudes of the Zhao Dynasty were left around Baiyun Mountain.

Not caring to chase the disappearing people, the three of them locked eyes on the two storage bags dropped from Su Twelve's body, as well as the divine weapon Candle Dragon Bow.

Lin Wuyou was the closest and had the fastest reaction.

He fiddled with his hands in the air, and the demonic energy was emitted. As soon as the three items landed on the ground, they rose into the air and flew towards him.

But before he could get the treasure, he heard Zhao Mingyuan's sharp roar not far away.

"Black Dragon Ultimate Style·Wandering towards Qianqiu Peak!"

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the sky and the earth.

Peiran's true energy emerged and turned into a ferocious dragon. It opened its teeth and claws, meandered in the air, and headed straight for the treasure flying in the air at an astonishing speed.

"Um?"

Lin Wuyou's expression darkened, and something flew out from his waist. Under the urging of the demonic element, it swelled in the wind and turned into a huge black shield, spanning the sky and the earth, blocking the evil dragon in the sky.

However, the moment Lin Wuyou made his move.

There was a sudden sound of wind tearing through the air behind him, and a sword light struck without any warning.

The sword light was sharp and impartial, hitting Lin Wuyou's heart right in the heart.

Under the forceful attack, Lin Wuyou was completely unprepared. His body trembled and the black shield turned into light and flew back.

Under the impact of the huge force, the whole person was knocked away on the spot.

In a hurry, he only had time to grab the candle dragon's bow in the air, and then he saw two space storage bags being taken into the palm of the evil dragon and taken to the direction of Zhao Mingyuan.

"hateful!"

Lin Wuyou quickly stabilized his figure, moved a few times, and appeared on a hill thousands of feet away.

His spiritual consciousness spread out, his eyes locked on Zhao Mingyuan and the two of them, and he said angrily: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, secretly attack and attack allies. Is this... is your dynasty's cooperative attitude?"

Zhao Mingyuan looked solemn and did not answer in a hurry.

When the evil dragon flew back, he got the storage bag and quickly put it into his pocket. The corners of his mouth immediately raised and his face looked happy.

Looking at Lin Wuyou from a distance, a look of disdain appeared in his eyes.

"Everyone can obtain the treasures of heaven and earth. Now that the things are in my hands, I can only say that your skills are inferior to others. Complaints and threats are not the rules of survival in this world of immortal cultivation!"

"Besides, the Huanxing Sect has been destroyed. Is there any point in our cooperation...?"

As he spoke, he quickly winked secretly at the vicissitudes of life approaching the old man.

"

What a great Zhao Dynasty, it's really faster to turn a page than to read a book. "

"In this case, Lin has nothing to say. Next, just wait for the thunderous revenge of my Demonic Shadow Palace!"

Lin Wuyou had a sullen face, not hiding the anger and hatred in his eyes.

"The losses of your Demonic Shadow Palace in this battle are far greater than those of our Great Zhao Dynasty. In the Demonic Shadow Palace today, there are still Nascent Soul cultivators who are capable of fighting. I'm afraid you are the only one left. How can such a Demonic Shadow Palace compete with The Great Zhao Dynasty can be compared again."

Zhao Mingyuan snorted, his eyes showing disdain.

After saying that, he took a step forward, and the true energy in his palm surged like wind and thunder.

"You... you..."

Lin Wuyou suddenly felt something bad, his body trembled slightly, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

Before he could finish his words, his figure immediately retreated.

However, Lin Wuyou retreated quickly, and Zhao Mingyuan launched his attack even more quickly.

His body moved slightly, and a huge fist shot out of the air carrying wind and waves.

The mighty force destroys everything in its path.

Lin Wuyou flew back, but he didn't dare to be careless in the face of this move.

Fighting and retreating, his hands were drawn in front of him again, and the surging demonic energy condensed into layers of defensive light shields in the blink of an eye, blocking the astonishing shadow of the fist.

However, at the moment when the fist shadow fell.

A sword light rushed out from it, and the sword light flashed as fast as lightning.

The cooperation between the two shows a tacit understanding.

Although Lin Wuyou had been secretly vigilant, he was unable to defend against such a series of attacks. He blocked the shadow of the fist, but was hit by another sword.

The sharp sword light passed through his body, and in the next second, the aura emanating from Lin Wuyou's body began to deteriorate with the naked eye. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

The real energy and demonic energy in the body were stagnant for a moment, and the body that had retreated halfway fell straight to the ground.