Aiming for the Immortal Path

"Boom!"

A ball of astonishing energy exploded, and the real figure of Xuan Tong flew hundreds of feet upside down.

At this time, his body was covered with sword wounds, and his long, half-black, half-white hair was mixed together and dancing in the wind.

The aura on his body was fluctuating violently, and his whole person could be said to be extremely embarrassed.

On the other hand, Ren Yunzong was also covered in scars, and every wound was deeply visible to the bone.

But compared to the pain caused by the spontaneous combustion golden elixir, these are nothing.

Gritting his teeth, Ren Yunzong focused all his eyes on Su Twelve. He forced Chitong Master back with a sword, and quickly rushed to Su Twelve's location.

This failure, coupled with the fact that the evil cultivators from the Demonic Shadow Palace with foreign aid may appear at any time, it is inevitable that the evil cultivators in Cangshan will become bigger!

This magic weapon in this world is hard to come by!

A magic weapon that comes out every thousand years, such as the Thousand-Year Strike, is extremely rare!

By retaining the Millennium Strike, in the future, both Yunge Sect monks and other righteous monks will have a glimmer of hope to eliminate demons and defend the Tao.

But if even the Millennium Strike is mastered by evil cultivators, the entire Cangshan Mountain will be completely ruled by evil spirits.

Ren Yunzong's eyes were firm, and he would not hesitate to risk his life even if it was just for this chance of survival!

As soon as Ren Yunzong moved, Xuan Tong's figure swayed and appeared in front of Ren Yunzong again.

"Ahem... Sect Leader Ren, you are indeed a respectable opponent."

"It's a pity that I can't let you pass today."

He coughed a few times, and as he spoke, the hair on Master Xantong's head danced wildly.

In his eyes, strange pupils flashed with strange red light, and his long, half-black, half-white hair seemed to be stained with blood, instantly turning into a head full of bloody red hair.

Red hair fluttered, the aura of Master Xantong rose, and his body size also increased sharply.

A powerful aura spread out, and the air flow in the air came towards him. Ren Yunzong was slightly startled, and his expression became more solemn.

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There is not much time left, and it is not easy to deal with Master Xantong at this time.

Master Xantong was not in a hurry to take action. His breath was surging, but he turned to look at Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen.

"Two fellow Taoists, this guy is cunning and cunning. He is obviously using delaying tactics!"

"If we delay any longer, if the Millennium Strike fails, it will probably not be the result that everyone wants."

"Fellow Taoist Sanjie, regarding the ownership of the Millennium Strike, I have mentioned it to Master Tan before. After the matter is completed, the three of us will share this object. Among the three of us, the one who becomes Nascent Soul first can enjoy this object exclusively. Such an arrangement... should be beneficial to all three of us."

Master Xantong shouted loudly, urging the two of them with dissatisfaction.

Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen have fought for a thousand years. If they really fight to the death, he will naturally be happy to see it happen.

But the problem is that now the two of them are in a stalemate and have no intention of fighting for their lives.

On the contrary, he himself, under Ren Yunzong's repeated attacks, suffered repeated injuries and consumed a large amount of his true energy.

If this continues, it will be very detrimental to him.

Master Xuan Tong is not an easy person, so how could he really let these two people trick him.

After hearing what Master Xantong said, Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen immediately looked at each other tacitly.

The two of them knew in their hearts that Master Xantong's patience must have reached its limit at this time.

This consumption has also depleted a lot of Xuan Tong's strength. If he continues, it will be counterproductive.

Thinking of this, Monk Sanjie immediately suggested: "Amitabha, Fellow Taoist Tan, since this kid is wavering, why should we waste time."

"It's better to kill him first. A strike of a thousand years is enough."

Stay here for now. After the war is over, we will discuss how to distribute it. "

"Okay?"

Monk Sanjie's voice sounded, and Su Twelve's heart suddenly trembled, feeling that something was not good.

But now he was under the attack of two people's auras, and he couldn't move at all.

Before he could think of what to do, Tan Fengchen smiled and nodded, "Haha... Fellow Taoist Master Sanjie agrees with me!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two of them took action at the same time.

Two bright arcs of light flew out from in front of the two people.

One is filled with demonic energy, soaring into the sky, like a violent wind, stirring up the wind and clouds!

One's true energy is vast and magnificent, just like a river rolling back and the waves crashing on the shore! ! .??.

The two offensives came to Su Twelve almost at the same time.

The terrifying energy came like a mountain, and in an instant, Su Twelve's breath was stagnant, and he felt that his whole body was being squeezed by a huge force.

He has experienced too many near-death situations today.

But this... is the most painful one!

The shadow of death shrouded little by little, and my brain became clearer than ever before.

At this time, he was like a helpless boat in the strong wind and waves. He could be torn apart and turned into powder at any time, but he was unable to change anything.

When facing the golden elixir, the difference in strength is as big as a chasm!

This feeling of powerlessness made Su Twelve disgusted and even angry.

Life and destiny are not controlled by oneself. At this moment, Su Twelve is full of unprecedented desire for power.

But all this seems to be too late.

The two attacks were fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, Su Twelve was swallowed up by the overwhelming demonic energy.

At the moment of death, Su Twelve's body trembled slightly, and he felt a stream of heat flowing through his chest, helping him temporarily block these two shocking attacks.

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This is……

Su Twelve's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he immediately realized that the source of this energy was the white jade beads hanging under the clothes on his chest.

Under the attack of demonic energy, this white jade Buddha bead was spontaneously triggered.

Before coming to Qifeng Mountain in Yunhan, Su Twelve specially put the white jade Buddha beads into the Heaven and Earth Furnace to temper them, and then the six-character mantra appeared on them.

And with those six words, Su Twelve was able to feel the amazing energy contained in them.

That astonishing Buddha Yuan and terrifying energy far exceeded the real Yuan in his body by hundreds or thousands of times.

Even ordinary Jindan cultivators would find it difficult to cultivate such amazing energy.

Buddha Yuan!

Yes...and Buddha Yuan.

Such amazing Buddha energy may be the turning point for survival today.

Even if you die, you will only lose a body, so why not bring a few people to support you! ! !

The steady flow of heat made Su Twelve feel much more comfortable.

His thoughts turned quickly, and without any hesitation, Su Twelve pulled out the white jade Buddha bead and held it tightly in his hand.

“Om mani padme hum… Om mani padme hum…”

The simple six-character mantra was chanted repeatedly by him quickly. At this moment, Su Twelve's eyes were firmer than ever before.

The sound sounded, and the white jade Buddha beads instantly bloomed with Buddha light.

Shrouded in demonic energy, this touch of Buddha's light was like a weak candle in the darkness.

The Buddha's light flickered, as if it might go out at any moment.

However, the Buddha Yuan that was continuously released simultaneously blocked the attacks of Tan Fengchen and Monk Sanjie.

Su Twelve stood upright, his voice was low, and he spoke quickly.

Six words before and after, chanted repeatedly, the sound became one, and until the end, even he himself did not know what he was chanting.