My Xiuxian game life

Spirit weapon!

It will reward the spirit weapon!

One must know that a spirit weapon is the most powerful magic weapon that a normal mortal cultivator can possess. Above a spirit weapon is an immortal weapon.

Generally speaking, even a cultivator of Dongxu would not have a spiritual weapon.

Even the overhaul of the combined state is rarely owned.

One can imagine how precious the spirit weapon is.

In addition, there are actually 10 drops of real dragon blood.

Lu Yi had obtained a drop of real dragon blood before, which greatly improved him.

Now, there are actually 10 drops!

Relatively speaking, 100 drops of Millennium Essence is the worst reward.

Lu Yi was overjoyed, the rewards for this mission were too generous.

However, Lu Yi changed his mind, after all, there were thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators and one Soul Transformation cultivator behind him.

Only by killing them can the task be completed, and there should be more rewards.

Lu Yi accepted the task without saying a word.

done.

Seeing the change in Lu Yi's expression, Liu Ningshuang frowned slightly: "Junior brother? What's wrong with you?"

Lu Yi came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Senior Sister, we can kill them."

Hearing this, Liu Ningshuang was taken aback, and looked at Lu Yi with astonishment on her cold face: "Kill them?"

Lu Yi nodded slightly: "Well, together, we can kill them all."

Liu Ningshuang frowned, her expression hard to remain calm: "Junior brother, are you serious? Do you know how strong a cultivator is?"

Lu Yi nodded: "I have confidence, even if we can't kill them, we can go."

As he said that, Lu Yi thought of something. He looked at Liu Ningshuang and said with a smile, "Senior Sister, I have a gift for you."

Liu Ningshuang's thoughts were still on killing the cultivator of Huashen. Hearing this, she instinctively asked, "What gift?"

Lu Yi smiled, and took out a long sword that exuded a cold air all over his body.

This is the reward Lu Yi received for completing the task of breaking through to the Golden Core realm, the top-grade treasure, the Cold Glass Sword.

For Lu Yi, he has enough treasures in his hands. The Xuanyang Sword and the Red Flame Copper Furnace are enough for him to use. This high-grade treasure can greatly enhance the power of ice spells. The usefulness in his hands is far less than that in the hands of senior sister.

Senior Sister is willing to stay and resist the cultivator of Huashen, and let him go first, and she is also taking a lot of risks.

Since the senior sister treats him like this, he will not be stingy.

Lu Yi planned to give this cold glass sword to her.

In fact, Lu Yi still had a small expectation in his heart.

That is, he still has a task to make his senior sister fall in love with him.

Now the task of the little junior sister seems to have made a mistake, and she will not be able to complete it even if she dies.

Lu Yi can only think about getting rid of the senior sister first.

What if the senior sister's task is completed?

The moment Lu Yi took out the Cold Glass Sword, Liu Ningshuang was attracted to her.

As a congenital ice spirit, she is naturally the most aware of how well this magic weapon fits her.

There was a trace of astonishment on her pretty face: "What a powerful frost power, this magic weapon... is it a high-grade treasure?!"

Lu Yi nodded with a smile: "Well, this is the top-grade treasure, the Cold Glass Sword. The younger brother got it by chance before, and it is most suitable for you, senior sister."

Liu Ningshuang's calm eyes were like broken lake water, fluctuating slightly. She looked up at Lu Yi with complicated eyes: "Junior brother... do you know how precious top-grade treasures are? Even a cultivator of Huashen is willing to give everything to you Exchange. You... want to give it to me?"

Lu Yi chuckled and nodded slightly: "Well, although the magic weapon is precious, it is not as important as your senior sister in the heart of the younger brother. In the eyes of the younger brother, the entire net worth of the cultivator of Huashen is not as important as your happiness, senior sister."

Liu Ningshuang's breath fluctuated, she looked away slightly, and said in a gentle voice: "...When did you learn to speak so sweetly, Junior Brother?"

The corner of Lu Yi's mouth twitched, and he doubted life in his heart. Could it be wrong?

A few days ago, he went to talk to Bai Yulong and other senior brothers who were good at hooking up with female cultivators to discuss this issue, but he didn't expect it would be a bad start.

Lu Yi laughed dryly, and said, "Senior Brother naturally speaks from his heart, this cold glaze sword, Junior Brother intends to give it to you."

Liu Ningshuang was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly: "In that case, the senior sister will accept it."

She reached out and opened her hand to Lu Yi, Lu Yi put the hilt of the sword in her hand, and her fingers touched Liu Ningshuang's snow-white hand, which was icy and cold, similar to her temperament.

Holding the sword, Liu Ningshuang turned her back to Lu Yi, facing the cultivator who was chasing up from behind, and said in a cold voice: "Since the younger brother has confidence, then the older sister will accompany you and kill them."

While speaking, Liu Ningshuang's whole body was circling with cold air, flakes of crystal clear snowflakes were flying around her, her aura was more than a little bit stronger than before?

Just holding the cold glass sword, Liu Ningshuang's aura became so much stronger.

This made Lu Yi sigh in his heart, worthy of being a top-grade treasure.

Lu Yi smiled and said, "Okay, today our seniors and brothers will make a big fuss together."

While speaking, Lu Yi also took out the Xuanyang Sword, and together with Liu Ningshuang, faced the many monks who were chasing and killing them.

The first one to catch up was naturally the cultivator who transformed himself into a god.

It was an old man wearing a blood-colored robe, with a thin body, like a skeleton, and thinning hair.

His body exuded a strong and disgusting bloody smell, his breath fluctuated, and he seemed a little weak.

In order to break out of Elder Ming's blockade, even if monk You Ying and the other two cultivators of transforming spirits opened the way for him, he still paid a certain price.

Seeing that Lu Yi and Liu Ningshuang had actually stopped, he grinned ferociously and said hoarsely, "Run? Why don't you run away?! No matter how you run, you will die today."

Liu Ningshuang held the cold glass sword, and pointed the long sword at the blood-robed old man, and said in a cold voice: "We may not be the ones who died."

When the old man in the blood robe saw the terrifying chill released from the cold glass sword, his pupils shrank slightly, and then a look of ecstasy appeared in his eyes: "This magic weapon...is it a high-grade treasure?! Hahahaha, God help me too! Let's get together today! It's my blood jade that has a great chance!"

Then he turned his head and saw the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand, his eyes flickered: "There are middle-grade treasures?! Good! Good! Two little things, I really want to thank you very much!"

Spiritual energy circulated all over his body, and blood light emerged, like a tide of blood, rippling the stormy sea.

The next moment, Blood Jade reached out and grabbed Lu Yi and Liu Ningshuang. A huge bloody palm condensed and grabbed towards the two of them.

This is one of the unique skills of the Blood Spirit Sect, the Blood Hand of Heaven, which can be practiced deep enough to seal off the space, like a net of heaven and earth, trapping the monks in it, making it impossible for them to escape.

At this moment, cold winds blew across, and Luo Xueshou froze in the air that day, and the next moment, it turned into pieces of blood-colored ice that shattered and fell to the ground.

"Huh?" Xueyu looked at Liu Ningshuang in astonishment, with a strong killing intent in his eyes: "I have heard that Liu Ningshuang of the Baiyun Sect is a peerless genius, and she is indeed extraordinary. If you grow up, I am afraid that you will be a person like Ling Luofeng. I will kill you today!"

Liu Ningshuang didn't speak, took a step forward, and disappeared in place. The next moment, the Endless Ice Sword condensed on the head of the blood jade, and slashed towards the blood jade like a rainstorm.

Blood Jade was furious, his whole body was filled with aura, and he stood with Liu Ningshuang.

Lu Yi didn't step forward, he turned his head and looked at the way they came.

Thirteen rainbow lights approached quickly, and the terrifying aura of the Nascent Soul Realm surged, and the air waves swept under it, forming a strong wind.

Lu Yi grinned, his eyes full of coldness.

The cultivator of Huashen is being dragged by his senior sister for the time being, so he will kill these guys first.

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Chapter 109 Young Immortal King

The Nascent Soul cultivator was very fast, almost just a few breaths, and came not far from Lu Yi from the horizon.

A group of Nascent Soul monks stopped, glanced at Liu Ningshuang and Xueyu who were fighting, and turned to look at Lu Yi.

"Didn't you take the opportunity to escape? You really don't know how to live or die." A strong and strong man sneered.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators moved slowly, consciously surrounding Lu Yi and preventing him from running away.

Another beautiful woman also sneered, and looked at Lu Yi coldly: "It's a pity, you were born in the wrong sect, otherwise with your talent, you would be a character."

With a calm expression, Lu Yi smiled lightly and said, "Seniors, don't you think you're sure of me?"

As soon as Lu Yi's words came out, everyone was taken aback, and then laughed.

"Hahaha, what? You don't think you can escape from us, do you?"

"It's so interesting. Maybe you are a peerless genius. If we don't have enough people, you might really run away. Unfortunately, we have 13 people!"

"Even if you are extremely talented, you are only in the Golden Core realm. Facing thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators, you still want to run away?!"

They sneered, the aura flowed all over their bodies, and the aura locked on Lu Yi, not giving Lu Yi a chance.

As long as there is any change in Lu Yi, they will definitely usher in a thunderous attack.

Lu Yi chuckled: "The seniors got it wrong, I didn't think about running away. What I mean is... I will kill you."

While speaking, a fiery stream of light emerged from the Xuanyang sword in Lu Yi's hand, and the high temperature turned into air waves, spreading in all directions, followed by a sword intent that soared into the sky.

He took a step forward and slashed out the long sword towards a Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him.

Clang! !

The indestructible sword energy contained an extremely powerful sword intent, which was like a biting cold wind, blowing through all the Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Xuanyang sword was slashed out, and it was entwined with extremely terrifying thunder, and there was also a high temperature enough to vaporize gold and iron, turning into a crimson sword light with a length of [-] meters, across the sky.

The sword light illuminated the faces of all Nascent Soul cultivators, the smiles on their faces froze, and their bodies were cold.

Especially the Nascent Soul cultivator locked by the sword energy.

It was a black-haired middle-aged man with an ordinary figure and an ordinary appearance, and his cultivation was the sixth level of Yuanying.

His complexion changed drastically, and with a roar, a pitch-black shield emerged from his hand.

The shield became bigger and turned into a size of more than ten square meters, with a golden and iron-like black light flashing on it.

The sword energy hit the shield.

boom! !

Under the roar, the shield was cut in half in an instant, and the sword was unstoppable, and continued to cut at the middle-aged man.

With a loud roar, his aura swirled, he retreated again and again, and continued to unleash terrifying and powerful attacks, which landed heavily on the sword aura, but they were also unable to stop the sword aura.

The sword energy instantly engulfed the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man didn't even scream, and turned into a ball of coke.

As the sword light swept across, the coke shattered, turned into fly ash, and disappeared into the air.

The hairs of many Nascent Soul cultivators stood up all over their bodies. Under the heat wave, their whole bodies were cold.

They quickly dispersed and stared at Lu Yi with horror on their faces.

"What kind of sword intent is this?! How could it be so strong??"

"To kill Ji Dong with a single sword, Ji Dong is not a weak hand!"

"Wait, look at the long sword in his hand!"

An old man with long gray hair stared at the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand with wide eyes.

The others heard the words and noticed the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand.

Immediately, everyone's breathing stagnated, revealing a hint of greed.

"A middle-grade treasure! It turned out to be a middle-grade treasure!"

"No wonder this kid's sword energy is so strong! So he is holding a middle-grade treasure!"

Lu Yi saw that many Nascent Soul cultivators were greedy, so he just smiled and raised the long sword in his hand: "Come up and get it if you have the ability."

Hearing this, many Nascent Soul monks looked at each other, and then an old woman at the peak of Nascent Soul shouted: "Kill!"

Spiritual currents circulated all over her body, and she spit out a blood-colored horse, which streaked across the top of a mountain peak, and the peak melted silently and turned into dust.

Seeing this, other monks also resorted to various means to attack Lu Yi.

Some people slashed at Lu Yi with a sword like light, some sacrificed a huge furnace and enveloped Lu Yi, some people squeezed magic formulas to condense a terrifying storm, and so on.

As Nascent Soul cultivators, none of them are weak, and none of them are real fools.

If the talent is not enough, there is no way to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm.