Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Sanyang Yaohuo! The dragon transforms! "

As the monk surnamed Zhuang escaped, he made quick gestures with his fingers. Then he gave a low drink, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of pure spiritual power. A red flame dragon appeared instantly and intercepted the incoming sword light.

At the same time, his whole body lit up with fire, just as he had snatched the "Essence of Geng Gold" from Fang Lingke's hand. With a sway, he was dozens of feet away and had reached the edge of the "Four Yang Demon Locking Formation".

"No, he wants to escape!" Seeing this, Fang Lingke quickly made a secret and took charge of the formation. The "Four Yang Demon Locking Formation" immediately changed, and red fire chains attacked.

But the monk surnamed Zhuang held the formation flag in his hand and waved it lightly. The chains paused, and then a gap opened in the formation, and he was about to escape.

Wang Fu was unmoved, just sneered slightly, and even the remaining sword light dissipated under his thought. On the other hand, a green light suddenly appeared on Fang Lingke's body, as if he was about to sacrifice some treasure. As soon as the green light appeared, an inexplicable wind appeared around him, which made Wang Fu look sideways.

There is even a vague feeling of familiarity.

Unfortunately, the incarnation outside the body has already appeared, and the green light was taken back by this woman before it was completely released.

"Haha... Fairy Lingke, let's say goodbye..." The monk surnamed Zhuang turned his head and laughed wildly, then rushed towards the crack in the formation, but a silver light suddenly appeared and stopped in front of the crack in the formation.

A silver-black fist fell, filling the eyes of monk surnamed Zhuang. Before he could react, he was knocked down like a falling star.

Falling heavily onto the water.

His chest collapsed and the death energy surrounded him. With just one punch, the monk surnamed Zhuang passed away, unable to die any longer.

"Then, is that... the Nascent Soul Realm?" The sudden change stunned Taoist Wuhuo. He looked at the figure in the sky covered in silver-black armor and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"See you, I've seen you senior!" Then he directly cupped his fists and bowed in salute.

However, the figure in silver and black armor ignored it. Instead, he stepped in the air and came to the corpse of the monk named Zhuang. He stretched out his palms to hold it, and the storage bag on his waist fell into his palms.

There was no sloppiness in the whole process, but just when Wang Fu was controlling Fangzi, who transformed into a corpse outside of him, and was about to leave, Fang Lingke's strange voice came next to his ears:

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I didn't expect that you would have such a powerful weapon in your body, and you would actually refine an incarnation that is comparable to the Soul Infant Realm. Your good fortune, Daoist Wang, really makes this little girl envious."

After hearing this, Wang Fu didn't change his expression on the surface, but actually he was shocked in his heart. He had wanted to use a trick to evade the world and enjoy the "geng gold essence" to himself, but this woman actually saw it.

"Ahem... It's not as powerful as the fairy said. It's just a puppet with a stronger body. It's all a fluke." Wang Fugan laughed twice, then stretched out his hand, and the avatar outside him turned in a direction and landed next to him. forward.

Taking the storage bag, Wang Fu's spiritual consciousness invaded it. After breaking the mark of his spiritual consciousness, he took out the "Essence of Geng Gold", handed it to Fang Lingke, and said with a smile:

"Now that this treasure has been found, it will be returned to the fairy." As for the storage bag, Wang Fu quietly pocketed it.

"Thank you very much." Fang Lingke smiled brightly and took the "Essence of Geng Gold" unceremoniously.

Then she stared at the metal block in her hand with her beautiful eyes, seeming to be thinking about how to divide it.

When Taoist Wuhuo saw that he had made a joke, instead of feeling embarrassed, he walked towards Wang Fu with a smile on his face. Before he got close, he raised his hands and saluted, and his laughter was also respectful:

"Haha... I'm really sorry that my poor Taoist lacks cultivation and can't see the incarnation of Fellow Daoist Wang. Please don't blame me, Fellow Daoist Wang."

"What are you talking about, Taoist Master Wu..." Wang Fu slightly bowed his hands in return, but before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly changed, and he used the Xuan Lei Sword to escape, holding the avatar outside him and suddenly retreating.

The next moment, a purple-black flame rose into the sky from the water where it was just now.

There was no trace of scorching heat, and even the water showed no sign of evaporation. However, he could not retreat in time. Wuhuo Taoist Master, who was enveloped in purple-black flames, did not even scream, and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a shield. A middle-grade magic weapon with a red feather.

Looking at Fang Lingke again, this Fairy Lingke is currently wearing a green cloak, floating on the water a few meters away from Wang Fuzhang. The woman's breasts rose and fell, and she was obviously shocked by the purple-black flames that came without warning.

The two looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Before the two of them could speak, they all looked at the water dozens of feet away, where purple-black flames emerged from the body of the monk surnamed Zhuang. The dead man actually slowed down under the strange flames. He stood up slowly, and not only that, a strange aura came out.

The chest that had been dented by Fang Zi's body turned into a corpse swelled up again, and even the life force was completely wiped away by the strange purple-black flames.

"Hiss!" Wang Fu's expression suddenly tightened when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"This is... the six-pole hell fire!" Fang Lingke on the side suddenly spat out a few words with a cold face.

"Six poles of hell fire?" Wang Fu frowned, but he had never heard of it.

"Well! The magical power of the Mingshui Mansion, the first sect of the Yunmengze Demonic Way, is derived from the Three Yin Minghuo. This fire is extremely terrifying. It is silent when activated. It seems to have no temperature, but in fact it can burn everything. Speaking of Taoist Master Wuhuo, even if the Nascent Soul Realm is hit by this fire, it will disappear from the world. Moreover, there is the 'Nine Nether Fire' that can threaten the Soul Transformation Realm. It is said that the Mingshui Mansion's The Lord has been in seclusion for two hundred years just to cultivate this fire." Fang Lingke nodded slightly, and while speaking, he moved his hands slightly and removed the formation.

"Now it seems that one of the core Yuanying seniors of Mingshui Palace used the magic of possession to show up thousands of miles away. The little girl did not expect that the direct disciple of the dignified deputy mountain master of Jiyan Mountain was actually from Mingshui Palace. It's a pity that before the possession method was activated in advance, you were punched to death by your external incarnation, Daoist Wang. Now that your body has died, you have possessed me. Now I think that the man named Zhuang has already leaked the news. I was deliberately delaying the time before, just to wait for the true form of the Yuanying monk from the Netherwater Palace to arrive." The woman chuckled, but she didn't care at all.

After hearing this woman's analysis, Wang Fu nodded slightly, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

The method of possession is a method that can only be performed by Yuanying realm monks, and those who can perform this technique are definitely not ordinary Yuanying realm monks. If the real body really comes, I am afraid things will be a little out of control.

Just as Fang Lingke was speaking, the appearance and attire of the man surnamed Zhuang had instantly changed. In a flash of black light, he transformed into a man wearing a purple brocade robe with dark and sunken eyes.

At the same time, a laugh came from his mouth:

"Ha ha……"

"As expected of Fairy Lingke of the Four Spirits Palace, her analysis is very clear and logical. You are right. The master of this palace has been here for a long time. It's a pity that this kid was killed so quickly, so he had to use the magic weapon. The law of the body.”

"Dai Junye! It's really you!" Fang Lingke gritted his teeth as he looked at the man in purple who revealed his true appearance.

At the same time, a message was sent to Wang Fu:

"Fellow Daoist Wang, this man is the young master of Mingshui Mansion and the son of the Mansion Lord. He has the cultivation level of the middle stage of Nascent Soul. The little girl did not expect that he has successfully cultivated the 'Six Extremes of Dark Fire'. Mingshui Mansion can use this magical power." There are only a handful of people who have succeeded in cultivation, and they are all seniors in the late Nascent Soul stage or above.”

"Fairy Lingke, in Wang's opinion, why don't you give me the 'Essence of Geng Gold' as soon as possible, and then we part ways and run away for our lives, otherwise when the true form of the young master of the palace arrives, you and I will both In danger." Wang Fuchuan replied.

"Hehe, please don't worry, fellow Daoist Wang. Treasures like the 'Essence of Geng Gold' can't be divided so easily. The little girl is also dividing this treasure with the 'Spirit Fusion Body'. Before that, I'm afraid you and I have to join forces." How to deal with the possession method of this young palace master?" Another burst of laughter came from Fang Lingke.

After Wang Fu heard this, he frowned slightly and felt quite helpless. He wanted to escape now, but he was somewhat unwilling to accept the "geng gold essence". If he had known this, he would not have returned it to this woman just now.

As if he had discovered the sound transmission between Fang Lingke and Fang Lingke, the man in purple sneered and suddenly spoke, and a proud voice came out:

"It is the master of this palace."

"Fairy Lingke, my palace master is in a good mood today. I don't need to embarrass you, as long as you hand over the 'Essence of Geng Gold'. We will be in peace, and we will avoid any entanglement between the two major forces behind you and me."

"As for your boy, you are actually able to dodge the 'Six Extremes of Hell Fire' from this palace master. Your strength is quite good. If you are willing to submit to the Mingshui Palace, you can avoid the disaster of losing your soul." After saying this, the purple-clothed man's sunken eyes fell on Wang helped him up.