An Ordinary Path to Immortality

The fire feathers shot by the Golden Crow Prince are not his own feathers, but a kind of magic that condenses the sun's true fire into feathers.

If he really takes off his feathers to kill the enemy every time he fights, he will become a hairless Golden Crow in a few strokes.

It is embarrassing enough for the Golden Crow Prince to fight with others bald all day long.

Of course, if he really encounters a strong enemy and needs to fight desperately, the feathers on the Golden Crow Prince can also be used to kill the enemy.

Moreover, all the feathers on his body have been refined by him. With his current cultivation, a small number of feathers can exert the power of magic weapons.

The fire feathers whistling with blazing high temperature easily penetrated the opponent's protective aura and directly penetrated into the flesh, and the faint sun's true fire began to burn on their bodies.

The sun's true fire is of extremely high grade. Once it starts to burn on the cultivator, it is like taking root, constantly using the cultivator's flesh, spiritual tools and even spiritual consciousness as fuel to continuously grow stronger.

The severe pain from the burning of the flesh made the monks scream. No matter how hard they tried, they could only temporarily suppress the fire and it was difficult to extinguish the true fire.

After the Fire Feather was used, the Golden Crow Prince did not dodge or stand to be beaten. He shook his wings and his whole body was full of flames.

After he plunged into the crowd of righteous and evil monks with a golden spear in his hand, he kept waving the spear burning with the true fire of the sun, and one monk after another was killed or injured by his spear.

Ye Chang held the lid of the thunder pot on his head. The lid flashed with spiritual light, blocking the opponent's attack from his body. Ye Chang held the thunder pot in one hand and the magic hammer in the other, fighting hard in the crowd.

The magic hammer flashed with lightning, and almost every hammer could make a monk spit blood and fly backwards.

The roar of thunder was endless. The cultivators who had suffered enough from thunder were even more miserable when they faced the thunder with the power of the sixty-nine thunder tribulations that Ye Chang kept hitting. Almost no one dared to resist Ye Chang's attack.

The white tiger was shining with golden light. It roared to the sky, and dozens of golden long swords whistled out of its mouth. The cultivators who dared to resist head-on were beaten back.

It rushed into the crowd, and its body was covered with a golden animal bone that seemed to be made of gold. It completely blocked the opponent's attack, and it rushed straight into the crowd, slapping with its claws. Under the sharp and powerful golden rules, its subordinates had no enemy at all.

Song Wujie and Qingniu still joined forces, because this time they were trapped in the enemy's formation and surrounded by the enemy. They had to use spiritual treasures to protect themselves. At the same time, they also used their strongest means to keep rushing in the crowd.

Because they were extremely fast and hard to defend against, during their attack, monks were constantly knocked away by the green bull or hit by Song Wujie's long stick.

Amid the constant curses and screams of the righteous and evil monks, Luo Yun and the saint stood together, the saint's handkerchief magic treasure protected the two, and at the same time a layer of light water waves wrapped the two. Any attack that fell into the water waves was like a stone falling into deep water, and its power was instantly weakened by half.

Not to mention that under the water waves, there was also the handkerchief magic treasure to protect them, making the two safe and worry-free. At the same time, the water ball in Luo Yun's hand was like 108 stars falling into the mortal world. Anyone who was contaminated by the water ball would be instantly beaten to the point of breaking bones and spitting blood and running away.

If they were contaminated by the corrosive power of the water ball, their fate would be even worse.

Zhang Ren and Huo Xiao were no longer as relaxed as before. They each rushed into the crowd with their weapons.

The two demons joined forces, and the demonic energy was surging. Under the protection of the magic treasure, the two rushed into the crowd without any scruples.

Because of their special skills, they have all practiced the Heaven-Swallowing True Demon Strategy. While they were slashing, they could also absorb the scattered aura around them, so that the two of them fought repeatedly without any consumption.

The line of the righteous and evil monks, which had just stabilized, was actually in a state of chaos after the attack of several people.

The righteous and evil monks were in a panic. Although they were many, they were also very strong. They went deep into the crowd without caring about their lives, which made the monks who wanted to support them around them constrained because they were afraid of accidentally hurting their friends.

On the front, the monks of Qiyun Sect were still attacking in an orderly manner under the command of Zuo Chunqiu.

Their formation was stable. Every time they attacked or defended, there were many strong men working together, making it difficult for the righteous and evil monks on the opposite side to resist. There were continuous cases of monks being injured or falling.

Even if there were monks who occasionally took the time to attack in the direction of Qiyun Sect, their attacks would just reach the Qiyun Sect camp, and several monks would join forces to stop them.

Because of the collapse of the righteous and evil cultivators' front, Qiyun Sect achieved considerable results. In a short period of time, more than a hundred Yuanying cultivators were killed or injured by Qiyun Sect.

As the commander of Qiyun Sect, Zuo Chunqiu remained calm and composed. Even when he saw Ye Chang and others trapped in the enemy's formation and surrounded by the enemy in order to attack the enemy's camp, he did not show any fluctuations in his expression.

Suddenly, he received a voice transmission, and then his eyes lit up, and he sent a voice transmission to the Qiyun Sect camp to give orders.

The Qiyun Sect camp immediately responded. The aura of several cultivators who had been hiding in the formation suddenly changed. They changed their shapes and shadows, formed a mysterious formation, and jointly activated a red gold short sword, and madly poured energy into the short sword.

In a moment, the short sword absorbed all the energy in the bodies of several Yuanying cultivators.

At the same time, in front of them, there were 9981 short swords emitting strong murderous intent.

"Kill!"

Zuo Chunqiu roared, and eighty-one short swords shot out towards the camp of the righteous and evil monks.

These eighty-one short swords were powerful and shining. Not to mention that the opponent was a well-informed Yuanying monk, even the Qi-refining monks knew that the attack performed by Qiyun Sect was extraordinary when they saw these short swords.

After realizing the danger, the monks in the area locked by the short swords wanted to escape without thinking.

But the next moment, they only felt that their whole body was heavy, their feet seemed to grow on the ground, and it seemed that a huge force fell from the sky and pressed on them, so that they could not get out of the place in the first time.

"What's going on?"

"There is something strange, it's the gravity field, it's Fang Ping, this is Fang Ping's method."

"Let me go, break it for me."

If they couldn't leave in the first time, it would be a foolish dream for them to escape.

There was a monk who broke free from the control of gravity first and just rushed out, and then hit the space barrier head-on. Caught off guard, he was dizzy and dazzled by the hard space barrier.

The more than thirty controlled righteous and evil monks felt extremely desperate at this moment. Seeing the dagger approaching, it was obviously too late to use other means to escape.