Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 368: Fighting!

"Headmaster, this Eastern Sect Master is probably still stalling for time."

A group of Tyrant Sect monks were entrenched on a rugged stone mountain. The aura on each person's body was terrifyingly thick and solid, just like the towering mountains. Their movements made the void wave and twist.

This is the performance of practicing "Immortal Golden Body" to more than ten levels.

This book of pure scriptures for body training, every time it passes a level, the body will undergo a baptism and transformation.

If you can break through three levels, you will be able to transform from the ordinary to the Tao. If you can break through ten levels, you will be a blood-stained monk.

Huihuai Province is adjacent to Shangjing and Jiangnan.

To be able to become the first sect's holy land in such a prosperous place shows that the Tyrant Sect's strength is terrifying.

Da Ma Jin Dao sat on a rock, Yang Jingzhe put his elbows on his knees, crossed his fingers, and looked thoughtful.

Dongfang Qing suddenly proposed that three games be merged into one. This may not be groundless.

A physical body that is indestructible and indestructible, and can even withstand powerful attacks from the Tao body.

Now that the little fox said it, I really got into trouble with him.

Lying on his back on the rock, Yang Jingzhe laughed helplessly.

Every piece of white jade gold and stone in the field has been blessed by forbidden laws. Even if it is a powerful Taoist body, it is difficult to destroy it, and even if it is damaged, it will recover on its own.

Previously, the Tyrant Sect and the Shenxiao Sect had a duel, winning three times and losing three times.

He said this not because he was really afraid of Dongfang Qing, but because he wanted to test what kind of medicine this little fox was selling in his gourd.

This guy is known as a little fox, and his mind is spinning very fast. There is no way he would say such things without any reason.

Transform into a thunder pool.

This is a venue within the Shenxiao Sect specifically used for fighting and practicing martial arts.

"Master, don't worry, my disciple will do his best!"

This person is none other than Yang Jingzhe's personal disciple, Zhong Gu.

The sixteenth level of "Immortal Golden Body" is a blood-stained peak monk.

If I had followed my original plan, I would have ignored him, but this guy was very clever and used his transformed thunder pool to seduce me.

Yang Jingzhe had also come to look for Dongfang Qing several times before, hoping to borrow the reincarnated thunder pool, with any conditions.

Looking sideways at Dongfang Qing, Yang Jingzhe said half-jokingly.

……

It was precisely because of this that the two of them had some unpleasant quarrels.

He really forced me to agree to him. "

"That's right. I, Mr. Dongfang, will pay the bills and transform the thunder pool. I have already prepared it. As long as you win this game, you can take it away immediately."

As long as they have the assistance of this magic weapon, all the disciples of the Tyrant Sect who are stuck in the ten levels of "Immortal Golden Body" can hope to break through and become blood-stained great monks.

When the Shenxiao Sect was in its infancy, the seventy-fifth generation founder relied on this transformed thunder pool to create a large number of thunder magic weapons, which abruptly reversed the decline and helped the Shenxiao Sect to stand up again.

Does he have some winning trump card?

This time, I'll do it. "

This time he came to Shenxiao Sect to cause trouble. He was a trump card in Yang Jingzhe's hand.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jingzhe sat up and said:

“That’s all, no matter how much you think about it, it’s just in vain.

"I agree to your request. The fight will be over in a moment. You are not allowed to default on your payment."

The person who spoke was a young man in his twenties or thirties, with a broad forehead and bright eyes. His strong muscles were looming under his clothes. His steps were steady and powerful, and he came to Yang Jingzhe.

The vast platform paved with white jade and gold stones reflects the sunlight and reflects the white gold light.

However, the transformed thunder pool is a treasure left by the ancestor, so it is naturally impossible to lend it out at will. Dongfang Qing declined several times.

The most precious treasure of the Shenxiao Sect comes from the seventy-fifth generation patriarch with amazing talents in the history of the sect.

What the Tyrant Sect cultivates in the "Immortal Golden Body" is a mouthful of the most yang and pure immortal energy in the body, and the power of transforming into a thunder pool is a perfect match for it.

Gu'er, if you come this time, it's up to you whether you can win the spot in the God Burial Valley from him. "

This magical weapon contains the essence of infinite vitality that is extremely yang and extremely strong. If an ordinary person falls into it, he can instantly transform into a strange person with infinite strength, travel thousands of miles in a day, and is invulnerable to water and fire.

There must be something weird here.

On the stand above, Dongfang Qing and Yang Jingzhe sat side by side on the Grand Master's chair.

"This Dongfang Qing is known to be as wise as a demon and has no tricks left. Since he proposed to merge three events into one.

"Master, you don't have to think too much. No matter what his intentions are, if he wants to merge three scenes into one, then we will make it happen for him.

With a hoho smile, Dongfang Qing flipped his right hand as he spoke, and a platinum-colored ring suddenly appeared in his palm, in which a faint thunder pool surged with endless thunder liquid, as if the thunder from all the heavens had gathered together.

This time Dongfang Qing asked for more weight and used the transformed thunder pool as a bargaining chip. It was obvious that he had seen through his heart and got to the point without fear that he would not agree.

He must have a trump card in his hand.

At the blood-stained level, Jong-gu is the final goalkeeper and can at least win a victory.

Transformed into a thunder pool!

The smile on Yang Jingzhe's face suddenly became brighter when he saw this thunder magic weapon that he had longed for and could defeat a large number of disciples of the Tyrant Sect.

"Very good, don't worry, if I lose, I will still abide by the agreement.

But I'm curious, you have so much knowledge in Shenxiao Sect, why would you let me help you build something?

Well...it's not for yourself. "

After glancing at Dongfang Qing, Yang Jingzhe made a close guess.

Shenxiao Sect is a great ancient religion.

Not to mention the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder City, the most dominating thunder artifact in the world, there are enough magic weapons left by the ancestors of the past generations to fill an entire room.

As the supreme leader of Shenxiao Sect, Dongfang Qing is indispensable for magic weapons.

But he just put forward this condition as a bargaining chip, which was obviously prepared for someone.

"Isn't it the same if you want to transform into a thunder pool?"

"Well, that's true."

Looking at each other and smiling, the two soul masters then focused their attention on the fighting field in front of them.

Today's battle, in addition to their extra weight, also symbolizes whether the Shenxiao Sect can retain the quota to go to the God Burial Valley.

Around the fighting platform made of platinum and jade, the Tao Shen Mighty Masters of Shenxiao Sect and Ba Ti Sect sat on each side, each with their eyes as bright as a torch.

Today's battle is not only a gambling battle, but also a battle of face.

One is the most sacred place in Huaihuai Province, and the other is an ancient religion that has stood for countless years.

No one wants to lose face in the opponent's hands.

Under the gaze of the two Yuanshen bosses and a group of Taoist masters, only one person jumped out from the Tyrant Sect.

It was Yang Jingzhe's disciple, Zhong Gu.

"Zhong Gu, this kid is not a good person."

Next to Taoist Priest Yun Xiong, Taoist Priest Yun Qing was stroking his goatee and staring at Zhong Gu in the audience, as if he knew the genius of the Tyrant Sect.

"How do you say that?" Taoist Yun Xiong on the side asked sideways.

<divclass="contentadv">"This boy is Yang Jingzhe's personal disciple. He is only ninety years old. He has already reached the sixteenth level of the Immortal Golden Body and is at the peak of blood-stained cultivation.