Aiming for the Immortal Path

"Are there any other arrangements on the island? Formations or something?" Li Piaoyue continued to ask.

The monk with different eyes continued: "I can't tell, but I don't rule out that the formation is too clever, just like the previous formation."

"Otherwise... if only one half-step Nascent Soul monk is left to block us here, wouldn't it be too underestimated of our strength?"

Li Piaoyue looked thoughtful, "Well... no matter what, this matter should not be taken lightly. Senior Brother Su, what do you think?"

After saying that, he turned his attention to Su Twelve.

Having seen Su Twelve's scheming, she wanted to know Su Twelve's judgment even more in this situation.

Su Twelve said calmly, "Just wait and see what happens and adapt accordingly!"

"That's right! This mist and even the meticulous sword energy are condensed. You must be careful not to let the sword energy invade your body for too long. Otherwise, before you can pass through this thick fog, once the sword energy condenses too much, you will definitely die!" ? ?

After saying that, seeing that no one seemed to notice anything, Su Twelve hesitated for a moment before speaking out to remind everyone.

From the perspective of everyone, what is blocking their vision is thick fog.

But in Su Twelve's eyes, the so-called thick fog was clearly an endless yet extremely subtle sword energy.

Once these sword energies are activated, even he can't say he is sure that he can take them.

It was precisely these sword energies that prevented him from rashly controlling Fei Zhou to raise his head.

"What? Thick fog formed by condensed sword energy?" Li Piaoyue frowned slightly, her expression changing instantly.

After being reminded and looking at the thick fog in front of her again, she realized something. As he breathed, he felt the wisps of mist being sucked into his lungs, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

The pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, and then she hurriedly reminded the people around her: "Second Senior Brother, all junior brothers and sisters, quickly form the body protection of the Big Dipper Star!!"

Li Piaoyue didn't dare to be careless. As soon as she finished speaking, she was the first to make a move. I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart. Fortunately, Su Twelve, an experienced senior brother, was present. Fortunately, he didn't make the move just now. Otherwise,

At this moment, there may not be enough energy left to join forces to form a formation.

The other people did not dare to be careless after hearing this, and hurriedly chanted the incantation.

This time, the celestial phenomena remained unchanged, but there were a few starlights like tulle, covering the surface of the seven people's bodies.

As the stars surged, a weak sword energy was soon forced out of the body by the seven people.

Looking at the wisps of sword energy, the seven people led by Li Piaoyue all had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, with expressions of lingering fear.

Little did everyone know that in just a short moment, they and the others had already passed through the gate of hell.

Reflecting on Su Twelve, there was no movement, but he stood through it as if nothing was wrong.

Having practiced Yunge's Nine Sword Art, Su's twelve meridians have long been adapted to the existence of the sword element, and the pulse-cleansing technique is running all the time.

This subtle sword energy entering the body would not have any impact on Su Twelve at all.

Seeing Li Piaoyue and others resolving the crisis, Su Twelve stopped talking and looked down at the blurry island in his sight. He couldn't help but clenched the duster in his hand.

He knew in his heart that these were just appetizers.

What we have to face next is the key!

Even though his cultivation strength is not bad now, he doesn't dare to be complacent at all. Along the long road to immortality, he understood better than anyone else the truth that there are people outside the world and there is heaven outside the world.

The flying boat was out of control and shuttled through the thick fog.

After a full stick of incense, he broke through the thick fog and took Su Twelve and others to the sky above the island below.

It wasn't until it was less than a hundred feet away from the island that the force pulling the flying boat disappeared.

It was only at this moment that everyone could fully see what the island looked like.

ocean

The island is not very large, with a radius of just over ten thousand feet.

The island is so bare that there is no green at all, only gray-brown soil. The land is dotted with countless jagged rocks and dead trees that have long since dried up.

The surrounding sea water rolled back and forth, constantly beating on the jagged rocks, splashing waves and making a splashing sound.

In the center of the island, there is a forest of rocks and dead trees.

There is a simple stone house built with piles of rocks.

A middle-aged figure stood proudly in front of the house with his hands behind his back.

The man was wearing a dark gray robe and cloth shoes. He had dark skin and a thin figure. He looked like he would fall over if the wind blew.

A messy head of hair, fluffy and slightly messy, hanging down behind her. The resolute face has sharp edges and corners, as if carved with a knife and an axe. ??

His eyes were closed tightly, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.

The lower half of his face is covered with a thick and stiff beard, about half an inch long.

With such an appearance, at first glance, he does not look like a monk, but looks like a decadent and unambitious mountain villager.

However, when they saw this man, no one among the eight people on the flying boat, including Su Twelve, dared to look down upon him.

"It's strange. This person's cultivation level is indeed only half-step to the Nascent Soul stage, but why...facing him is like facing a senior at the Nascent Soul stage?"

Li Piaoyu stood behind Li Piaoyue, looking carefully at the man on the island, and couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.

"Could it be that... this person has hidden his cultivation? He is not a half-step Yuanying, but a real Yuanying monk?"

"I don't know the hidden cultivation level, but this person's swordsmanship is by no means simple!"

"Huh? Is he a sword cultivator? But there is no sword spirit emanating from him."

“It’s not that I don’t have any sword intention, it’s that I practice swordsmanship

To the extreme, just restrained. "

"That's right! Don't you think that this man standing there looks like a sword!"

"There is an even stranger thing. Look at his feet, they are almost stuck in the dust!"

"Is it because of his profound skill? Or, has he been standing here for a long time? How long does it take to form so much dust?"

…

As soon as Li Piaoyu opened his mouth, the other people also started talking quietly.

A pair of eyes kept looking and scanning the man on the ground, carefully and cautiously, trying to analyze more information.

Li Piaoyue frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "This person's cultivation level should not be far behind, he is half a step into the Nascent Soul! But his strength... should be caused by the skills he has cultivated, making him far stronger than ordinary monks? !”

After saying that, Li Piaoyue became unsure and immediately turned her attention to Su Twelve.

"It's not just skills! If my judgment is correct, this person has definitely survived more than one tribulation!" Su Twelve looked solemn, his eyes fell on that person, and he felt that all the hairs on his body stood on end.

He possesses the power of three transformations, and his cultivation level has reached the peak of the late golden elixir stage.

Among the golden elixir stage monks, in terms of personal strength, Su Twelve believes that he will never lose to most geniuses, even the golden elixir stage Dzogchen monks.

For example, Na Zonglu, the master of the Shadow Palace of the Demonic Shadow Palace, is at the pinnacle of the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Stage. In terms of qualifications and cultivation, they are absolutely excellent. But in his eyes, it was just mediocre.

This...is the self-confidence brought by Su Twelve's painstaking practice for many years and mastering his strength.

If he hadn't had this kind of self-confidence, he wouldn't have been able to fight Sun Wenyuan, the Nascent Soul cultivator of the Great Zhao Dynasty, just because he wasn't sure how useful the soul-locking chain would be in the Huanxing Sect.

But until this moment, facing the person in front of him, Su Twelve felt like being crushed by a monk of the same realm for the first time.