Immortal Road

When Ishikawa was about to flee, the blind dragon flew out without Ishikawa's control and plunged into the black fog.

However, the black dragon mark in Ishikawa's consciousness has always existed, and it is obvious that the blind dragon has not escaped Ishikawa's control.

And according to Ishikawa's connection with the blind dragon, Ishikawa found that the blind dragon was eating happily in the black fog. These black mists seemed to suit the blind dragon's appetite and were swallowed into its stomach in big mouthfuls.

After the blind dragon entered the black fog, the expansion speed of the black fog immediately slowed down.

Ishikawa hid in his hiding place and simply stopped caring about the blind dragon, but looked at the blue dragon in the air.

This blue dragon looks similar to the demon dragon, but the spiritual energy on its body is much stronger than that of the blind dragon. And the dragon's horns are also very different from the demon dragon.

One after another, the black birds were dispersed by the Azure Dragon and then merged into the black fog again. More black birds kept emerging from the black fog.

Ancestor Qi was furious, but he had no way to deal with it.

At the same time, the black flying sword was still harassing Ancestor Qi.

The white-robed monk dealt with the Azure Dragon while casting several spells in his hands and slowly moved forward.

The black fog began to roll like a river, and the black flying sword appeared in it like an agile big fish, making Ancestor Qi unable to defend himself.

Gradually, the black fog in some places became thinner, while in some places it became very thick.

Ishikawa's expression changed slightly, and he was hesitating whether to remind Ancestor Qi, when the white-robed monk suddenly shouted.

The black fog quickly condensed in different directions.

After a while, the black fog condensed into a huge magic array, and every horizontal and vertical stroke of the array was condensed by the black fog.

"Hoo! Hoo!" A frantic sound came from the black formation, as if thousands of people were crying.

Although Ishikawa was not in the formation, he felt a splitting headache when he heard the sound. He quickly operated his skills to stabilize his mind, but Ishikawa was more worried about the blind dragon. The blind dragon was still in the formation. With its strength less than that of a first-level monster, it was probably enough to turn it into ashes between the waves of two Jindan-stage cultivators.

Ishikawa carefully checked the huge formation of more than 300 feet, and did not find any trace of the blind dragon, but Ishikawa could feel that the blind dragon existed in the formation.

"You got away by chance that day, but you won't today." The white-robed cultivator laughed and pointed his hand. A black mist turned into a huge rope and tied up the Azure Dragon in the air.

"Hiss!" The Azure Dragon wailed on the ground.

Old Ancestor Qi had beads of sweat on his head. He waved the Azure Dragon Flag desperately, trying to take the Azure Dragon back, but no matter how hard he tried, the Azure Dragon just rolled on the ground and did not listen to the Azure Dragon Flag at all.

The black flying sword flew out of the formation and stabbed directly at Patriarch Qi.

In this formation, the black flying sword suddenly grew more than three feet long, and the black energy on its body also increased a lot.

Patriarch Qi put away the Azure Dragon Flag and quickly dodged backwards. Under his feet, dozens of black arms stretched out and firmly fixed Patriarch Qi, making him unable to move.

Patriarch Qi waved his hand and threw out two magic weapons.

"Boom!" The two magic weapons shattered, and Patriarch Qi took this opportunity to escape from the black arms and escape from the black formation.

"Where to escape?" The white-clothed monk laughed. The black formation slowly gathered towards Patriarch Qi. No matter how Patriarch Qi escaped, he could not escape from the range of the black formation.

A look of horror appeared on Patriarch Qi's face, and he hit the black formation hard, but this formation seemed as solid as a rock and could not be broken at all.

The white-robed monk silently chanted a few words and spat out a large mouthful of black and red blood clots. In the blood clots, twenty or thirty points flew out immediately and escaped into the black formation.

The black formation made a humming sound. At the same time, monks appeared one after another in the formation. These monks were floating in it with illusory figures, holding magic tools in their hands, attacking Patriarch Qi. Some monks even had no heads, but it did not affect their attack.

Patriarch Qi's face changed slightly, and after a few spells, he smashed these broken souls.

After the souls were shattered, they immediately escaped into the black formation. At the same time, different souls emerged.

Although these souls were very weak, there were a lot of them, and they seemed to be immortal.

And the black formation was still shrinking. The distance between Patriarch Qi and the white-robed monk was less than a hundred feet.

For a Jindan-stage cultivator, this is a very, very small distance, but no matter what magic weapon Patriarch Qi uses, it is difficult to touch the white-clothed cultivator.

And the white-clothed cultivator was not worried that Patriarch Qi would do anything to hurt him. He closed his eyes slightly and muttered something.

A trace of cold sweat appeared on Shichuan's forehead. Now Patriarch Qi has no advantage at all. Once Patriarch Qi is defeated, the disaster waiting for the Wuling Sect is the destruction of the sect. Not to mention the cultivators such as Jin Wushu who have already surrendered to the Qingyun Sect, this white-clothed cultivator alone can kill all the Wuling Sect cultivators.

"No, we have to leave quickly." Shichuan looked at the blind dragon that was completely integrated into the black formation from a distance, sighed, and turned to leave.

Suddenly, a rope suddenly tied Shichuan tightly, making Shichuan unable to move.

The expression on Shichuan's face changed. This rope was obviously not a spiritual weapon used by a foundation-building cultivator. It should be the white-robed cultivator who discovered Shichuan.

The white-robed cultivator closed his eyes and smiled, "Boy, since you have been watching for so long, just keep watching. I don't have time to take care of you now. After I kill these five wastes with mixed spiritual roots, I will kill you, the genius with five earth spiritual roots."

These words, of course, Qi Laozu also heard, but he didn't have time to care too much now. He took out several magic weapons in his hand and directly shattered them with spiritual power. He wanted to use the residual power of the magic weapons to open a gap on the black formation.

However, these broken magic weapons were immediately covered by black smoke and could not exert any strength at all.

The black formation shrank smaller and smaller, and finally it was only ten feet wide.

The white-robed monk then opened his eyes and smiled coldly: "You dared to hurt me last time. This time I will swallow your soul bit by bit and take out your blood."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and three drops of blood-red light flew out of the formation and went straight into the chest of Patriarch Qi.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Three tiny holes appeared in Patriarch Qi's chest. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Why are there only three drops?" The white-robed monk's face changed drastically, and his eyes closed for a moment, as if searching for something. Soon, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

These three drops of blood-red light were exactly three of the twenty or thirty drops that the white-robed monk had just injected into the black formation.

Ishikawa recognized them at a glance. These three drops of blood-red light were exactly the same as those he found in the soul of the dead monk. As expected, those monks' souls were all planted with such light spots, so the white-robed monk discovered himself so quickly.

After being tied up by the rope, Ishikawa naturally couldn't sit and wait for death. Although Patriarch Qi seemed to be completely defeated, as long as there was a chance of survival, Ishikawa would not let him go.

With a light shout, the strange beast ran out of the immortal mansion.

At this time, the strange beast was more than half a person's height. Ishikawa lowered his body and let the strange beast gnaw on the rope.

This rope should be a magic weapon used by Jindan period cultivators. The materials used for refining are naturally extremely precious. The strange beast received Ishikawa's order and gnawed it with a mouth full of saliva.

"Crack! Crack!" The strange beast gnawed very carefully. However, the rope was obviously very strong. It would probably take a while for the strange beast to completely gnaw the rope.

At this time, Patriarch Qi, who was in the black formation, saw 20 or 30 drops of blood-red light spots escaping into the black formation. Although only three drops came out, it had already caused Patriarch Qi to suffer extremely serious injuries.

If all the 20 or 30 drops of blood-red light spots appeared, I'm afraid Patriarch Qi would die immediately.

The white-robed monk laughed and said, "With your aptitude, it is a miracle that you can cultivate to the Golden Core Stage. However, the magic weapon on you is not bad, and you can fight with me. It's just that you are too confident and actually entered my Ten Thousand Souls Formation. Now this formation has reached 100% effectiveness. Your only choice is to become a member of the Ten Thousand Souls Formation."

"Golden Core Stage Soul! This is the highest-level soul I got after refining the Ten Thousand Souls Formation after my revival. Don't worry, I will arrange a position for you as a demon leader and command the Ten Thousand Souls."

"Don't even think about it!" There was already some horror on the face of Patriarch Qi. He didn't expect that this formation would be so terrifying. The white-robed monk was definitely not talking nonsense. This white-robed monk was not weaker than Patriarch Qi. Now with this formation as a support, he has a lot of advantages.

Patriarch Qi, now he is doomed.

"Go to hell!" The white-robed monk spit out the black and red blood clot from his mouth again, and slowly floated towards Patriarch Qi. The bloody smell emanating from the blood clot was almost suffocating.

Patriarch Qi could also sense the terrifying aura of the blood clot. If he was exposed to the blood clot, his soul would be in danger.

"I would rather die than let you succeed!" Patriarch Qi shouted angrily, his body suddenly swelled up, and he reached out to his Dantian, and a golden round object the size of an egg appeared in his hand.

"Break!" Patriarch Qi changed five different spiritual powers in his hand and surrounded the golden elixir.

In an instant, the golden elixir shattered, turned into dust, and dissolved on the body of Taoist Patriarch Qi. Patriarch Qi immediately became like a golden statue, and even his hair turned golden.

"You... you actually know this ancient secret technique!" The white-robed monk showed a look of surprise on his face.

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