Aiming for the Immortal Path

"It's you two who are causing trouble again, you really are haunted!"

"But this time, this religion will not give you any chance. Come and die!!!"

The holy lady of the Holy Spirit Church was full of anger. She stared at Su Twelve and Mu Yingluo with fierce eyes, her chest heaving violently, and she was filled with murderous anger.

"Death? It's a pity that this girl wants to leave, but you can't keep me here!"

Mu Yingluo curled her lips, stabilized her aura, and secretly urged her true energy to protect Su Twelve Nascent Soul.

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers and was already secretly casting a new spell.

"My cultivation and strength are not very good, but my tone is not small. The saint alone can't keep you, what if I are added to the list!"

Another light and cold voice sounded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge mass of demonic energy surged up in the space below.

In the demonic aura, Feng Heyu's figure appeared, and on her evil face, a pair of delicate eyes were also full of anger.

Holy Spirit Sect Saintess and Feng Heyu, one has a majestic holy energy, the other has a chaotic demonic energy. The two forces that should have become like water and fire are now united to target Xiang Su Twelve Nascent Soul and Mu Yingluo Er. people.

"What a holy lady. I see that the exercises you practice should be pure Buddhist exercises."

"It is said that if you practice this kind of method, even if you don't enter Buddhism, you are still half of your body in Buddhism, and you should be dedicated to doing good. I didn't expect that you would actually associate with the devil! And even do such cruel and inhumane things, it seems... …You are not far away from becoming a demon!”

Mu Yingluo kept delaying, not daring to pause her hand movements, but her heart sank to the bottom at this moment.

At the same time as he spoke, he secretly sent a message to Su Twelve: "Fellow Daoist Su, the cultivation strength of these two people is not bad. It seems that a bloody battle is inevitable today."

Su Twelve's Nascent Soul was weak, but his attention was not focused on the present moment. He glanced past the holy girl of the Holy Spirit Cult with his peripheral vision and kept scanning the scene behind him.

In sight, Yin Qingxue, who had escaped the disaster, took the opportunity to move again, but did not pay attention to the two people who were surrounded by Su Twelve. Instead, he turned into a stream of light and flew away hundreds of miles away silently.

Although he had strong skills in the fierce battle before, he was trapped in the formation and even with powerful moves, he was exhausted and his roots were damaged.

At this moment, there is no time to care about anyone.

However, after arriving in front of the bloody light curtain a hundred miles away, he rushed out of the crack in the light curtain dozens of miles away.

He still turned around and glanced back, two flashes of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then the Yuehua Flying Sword beside him trembled slightly, slashing out a huge silent sword energy.

After doing this, he resolutely disappeared into the distant mountains and forests without looking back.

Taking in all the huge sword energy, Su Twelve Nascent Soul's pupils shrank slightly, and then he sent a message to Mu Yingluo to respond, "Miss Mu, don't worry, we... may not have a chance."

"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Mu Yingluo was stunned when she heard this. Faced with the siege of two strong opponents, she was highly focused and guarded against each other with all her heart. She did not dare to relax at all.

Su Twelve did not continue to answer through the message, and his eyes like grains of rice fell on the saint of the Holy Spirit.

"Are you a saint? Are you...really sure that you want to take action here?"

"How? Is it possible, can you still have helpers? Although I don't know how you, Su Twelve, cultivated two Nascent Souls, but looking at the Nascent Soul monks in Muyun State, unless you, Su Twelve, are here in person, other people ... I don’t care about it yet.”

The Holy Spirit Sect Saint's eyelids twitched as she spoke, her eyes fell on Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul, thoughtfully.

looked at it.

The fear of Su Twelve could be seen between his eyebrows.

Su Twelve Nascent Soul grinned and said, "It is a great honor for Su to be so affirmed by the saint. However, to the disappointment of the saint, Su's true form did not come."

"The main body has not yet arrived. It seems that Fellow Daoist Su is planning to give up this other Nascent Soul that he finally cultivated and this fellow Daoist's life?"

The anger in the Holy Spirit Sect Saint's eyes was not reduced by half, and as she spoke, the true energy in her body was silently circulating.

"Tsk tsk... It is not easy to cultivate another Yuanying besides one's own Yuanying. This fellow Taoist had such a stunning appearance, it is a pity to die."

"Should our sect say that you, Su Twelve, are ruthless, or should we say that you know the current affairs and know how to advance and retreat? That's all, nothing is important. The trick of delaying time is over. Your lives will be taken by our sect! !”

The moment the words were spoken, the holy light around the saintly saint's body was swelled. In the holy light, a solemn statue was slowly taking shape.

Even before the move is released, its power can already be seen.

The Dharma is solemn and exudes invisible majesty.

Mu Yingluo, who was continuously casting spells, felt the invisible pressure sweeping through the air and secretly cried out in her heart.

With her level of cultivation, it was already difficult to deal with a holy girl from the Holy Spirit Cult, not to mention that there was an almost completely demonized demon cultivator staring covetously at her side.

Fellow Daoist Su will not act without reason, but... what is his wishful thinking?

Mu Yingluo has an idea.

Beside her, Su Twelve's Second Nascent Soul ignored the invisible pressure in the air and continued to speak with a smile: "Su's death is not a pity, but before taking action, the saint might as well look behind her and decide whether to take Su's life first. "

"Um?"

In the holy light, the holy lady of the Holy Spirit raised her eyebrows slightly and quickly turned her head to look behind her.

Turning his head, he saw a hundred miles away, an extremely long and narrow sword energy slashing through the air and landing on the bloody light curtain.

The energy of the long and narrow sword was flimsy and erratic, and its power was far from amazing. It also showed that the person who made the move was in extremely poor condition.

But... the bloody light curtain was full of cracks and was already crumbling.

When the sword energy fell, the bloody light curtain, which was already full of cracks, was like a broken mirror.

The ancient evil formation, the Blood Sea Pill Furnace Soul Refining Formation, was completely destroyed at this moment.

The formation was broken, and the bloody mist that filled a hundred miles radius was completely unrestrained, dispersing in all directions at a faster and more astonishing speed.

"No, it's because the formation was broken. That damn guy just left on his own. He dared to attack me again. Next time we meet again, I will definitely cramp him and refine his soul."

"Elder Feng, the essence of blood has begun to drain away. Follow me to repair the formation first. This sect has been planning for hundreds of years and there must be no room for error!!!"

The Holy Spirit Sect's saint's face changed again, and she shouted at the top of her lungs. At this moment, she didn't care to target Su Twelve and the other two.

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly dived towards the underground space.

Feng Heyu's whole body was filled with demonic aura, and her expression was a little ugly at this moment. She looked at Su Twelve and the two of them with extremely hateful eyes, but her movements were not slow at all.

With a muffled groan, he sank with the figure of the Holy Spirit Sect Saint.

No matter how much resentment you have, you can put it aside temporarily compared to the big plans of the sect.

Seeing the two figures disappear, Mu Yingluo was slightly startled, and then her eyes quickly fell on Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul, with the corner of her mouth slightly raised and a smile on her face. "It's you two who are causing trouble again, you really are haunted!"

"But this time, this religion will not give you any chance. Come and die!!!"

The holy lady of the Holy Spirit Church was full of anger. She stared at Su Twelve and Mu Yingluo with fierce eyes, her chest heaving violently, and she was filled with murderous anger.

"Death? It's a pity that this girl wants to leave, but you can't keep me here!"

Mu Yingluo curled her lips, stabilized her aura, and secretly urged her true energy to protect Su Twelve Nascent Soul.

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers and was already secretly casting a new spell.

"My cultivation and strength are not very good, but my tone is not small. The saint alone can't keep you, what if I are added to the list!"

Another light and cold voice sounded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge mass of demonic energy surged up in the space below.

In the demonic aura, Feng Heyu's figure appeared, and on her evil face, a pair of delicate eyes were also full of anger.

Holy Spirit Sect Saintess and Feng Heyu, one has a majestic holy energy, the other has a chaotic demonic energy. The two forces that should have become like water and fire are now united to target Xiang Su Twelve Nascent Soul and Mu Yingluo Er. people.

"What a holy lady. I see that the exercises you practice should be pure Buddhist exercises."

"It is said that if you practice this kind of method, even if you don't enter Buddhism, you are still half of your body in Buddhist Buddhism. You should be dedicated to doing good. I didn't expect that you would actually associate with the devil! You even do such cruel and inhumane things. It seems... …You are not far away from becoming a demon!”

Mu Yingluo kept delaying, not daring to pause her hand movements, but her heart sank to the bottom at this moment.

At the same time as he spoke, he secretly sent a message to Su Twelve: "Fellow Daoist Su, the cultivation strength of these two people is not bad. It seems that a bloody battle is inevitable today."

Su Twelve's Nascent Soul was weak, but his attention was not focused on the present moment. He glanced past the holy girl of the Holy Spirit Cult with his peripheral vision and kept scanning the scene behind him.

In sight, Yin Qingxue, who had escaped the disaster, took the opportunity to move again, but did not pay attention to the two people who were surrounded by Su Twelve. Instead, he turned into a stream of light and flew away hundreds of miles away silently.

Although he had strong skills in the fierce battle before, he was trapped in the formation and even with powerful moves, he was exhausted and his roots were damaged.

At this moment, there is no time to care about anyone.

However, after arriving in front of the bloody light curtain a hundred miles away, he rushed out of the crack in the light curtain dozens of miles away.

He still turned around and glanced back, two flashes of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then the Yuehua Flying Sword beside him trembled slightly, slashing out a huge silent sword energy.

After doing this, he resolutely disappeared into the distant mountains and forests without looking back.

Taking in all the huge sword energy, Su Twelve Nascent Soul's pupils shrank slightly, and then he sent a message to Mu Yingluo to respond, "Miss Mu, don't worry, we... may not have a chance."

"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Mu Yingluo was stunned when she heard this. Faced with the siege of two strong opponents, she was highly focused and guarded against each other with all her heart. She did not dare to relax at all.

Su Twelve did not continue to answer through the message, and his eyes like grains of rice fell on the saint of the Holy Spirit.

"Are you a saint? Are you...really sure that you want to take action here?"

"How? Is it possible, can you still have helpers? Although I don't know how you, Su Twelve, cultivated two Yuanyings, but looking at the Yuanying monks in Muyunzhou, unless you, Su Twelve, are here in person, other people ... I don’t care about it yet.”

The Holy Spirit Sect Saint's eyelids twitched as she spoke, her eyes fell on Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul, thoughtfully.

looked at it.

The fear of Su Twelve could be seen between his eyebrows.

Su Twelve Nascent Soul grinned and said, "It is a great honor for Su to be so affirmed by the saint. However, to the disappointment of the saint, Su's true form did not come."

"The main body has not yet arrived. It seems that Fellow Daoist Su is planning to give up this other Nascent Soul that he finally cultivated and this fellow Daoist's life?"

The anger in the Holy Spirit Sect Saint's eyes was not reduced by half, and as she spoke, the true energy in her body was silently circulating.

"Tsk tsk... It is not easy to cultivate another Yuanying besides one's own Yuanying. This fellow Taoist had such a stunning appearance, it is a pity to die."

"Should our sect say that you, Su Twelve, are ruthless, or should we say that you know the current affairs and know how to advance and retreat? That's all, nothing is important. The trick of delaying time is over. Your lives will be taken by our sect! !”

The moment the words were spoken, the holy light around the saintly saint's body was swelled. In the holy light, a solemn statue was slowly taking shape.

Even before the move is released, its power can already be seen.

The Dharma is solemn and exudes invisible majesty.

Mu Yingluo, who was continuously casting spells, felt the invisible pressure sweeping through the air and secretly cried out in her heart.

With her level of cultivation, it was already difficult to deal with a holy girl from the Holy Spirit Cult, not to mention that there was an almost completely demonized demon cultivator staring covetously at her side.

Fellow Daoist Su will not act without reason, but... what is his wishful thinking?

Mu Yingluo has an idea.

Beside her, Su Twelve's Second Nascent Soul ignored the invisible pressure in the air and continued to speak with a smile: "Su's death is not a pity, but before taking action, the saint might as well look behind her and decide whether to take Su's life first. "

"Um?"

In the holy light, the holy lady of the Holy Spirit raised her eyebrows slightly and quickly turned her head to look behind her.

Turning his head, he saw a hundred miles away, an extremely long and narrow sword energy cutting through the air and landing on the bloody light curtain.

The energy of the long and narrow sword was flimsy and erratic, and its power was far from amazing. It also showed that the person who made the move was in extremely poor condition.

But... the bloody light curtain was full of cracks and was already crumbling.

When the sword energy fell, the bloody light curtain, which was already full of cracks, was like a broken mirror.

The ancient evil formation, the Blood Sea Pill Furnace Soul Refining Formation, was completely destroyed at this moment.

The formation was broken, and the bloody mist that filled a hundred miles radius was completely unrestrained, dispersing in all directions at a faster and more astonishing speed.

"No, it's because the formation was broken. That damn guy just left on his own. He dared to attack me again. Next time we meet again, I will definitely cramp him and refine his soul."

"Elder Feng, the essence of blood has begun to drain away. Follow me to repair the formation first. This sect has been planning for hundreds of years and there must be no room for error!!!"

The Holy Spirit Sect's saint's face changed again, and she shouted at the top of her lungs. At this moment, she didn't care to target Su Twelve and the other two.

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly dived towards the underground space.

Feng Heyu's whole body was filled with demonic aura, and her expression was a little ugly at this moment. She looked at Su Twelve and the two of them with extremely hateful eyes, but her movements were not slow at all.

With a muffled groan, he sank with the figure of the Holy Spirit Sect Saint.

No matter how much resentment you have, you can put it aside temporarily compared to the big plans of the sect.

Seeing the two figures disappear, Mu Yingluo was slightly startled, and then her eyes quickly fell on Su Twelve's second Nascent Soul, with the corner of her mouth slightly raised and a smile on her face.