Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

Wu Shan roared wildly, and his whole body lit up with a dazzling yellow light. The next moment, it turned into a dazzling yellow light and escaped into the yellow giant sword in front of him.

"Sacrifice your body to the sword, and the sword will become one."

The huge yellow sword carried soaring power and dazzled with a dazzling light that made it almost impossible to open one's eyes. The sword light flashed.

The next moment, Ji Lingyu's head was more than ten feet high, and a huge yellow light beam more than ten feet long suddenly struck down.

Ji Lingyu really felt that the space was frozen at this time, but he might be able to escape with all his spiritual power, but there was no need to admit defeat.

He stretched his hands upward, and two blood-red flames merged into the blood-red flame shield above his head.

At the same time, the golden puppet punched the red bead in his right hand forward, and a red light barrier suddenly lit up above the head of the red-robed young man.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the yellow light beam hit the blood-red flame shield. Where the two intersected, there was a white light.

After a while, the white light dissipated, and there was no trace of the yellow light pillar in place.

The red light barrier also disappeared without a trace, and the blood-red flame shield was dim, but it was extremely solid and protected the young man in red robe inside.

Wu Shan flashed out more than ten miles away, spat out a mouthful of black blood, stumbled, and was about to fall to the white jade ground of the square.

But he turned around in the air and barely managed to stabilize his body. At this moment, he heard bang! With a sound, where Ji Lingyu Yukong was standing, a huge yellow sword below hit the white jade, but it didn't cause even a white spot, and it fell powerlessly to the side.

"I tried so hard to attack you, but I still can't break your Nine Nether Flames!"

Wu Shan looked stunned and murmured.

Just as he was about to fly away, he heard a young man in red robes about ten miles away say: "Leave the spirit stone, I didn't kill you this time, just do your best, but you won't be so lucky next time." "

Wu Shan nodded and threw out a yellow storage bag with his right hand.

Ji Lingyu stretched out his hand and caught it. After examining it with his spiritual consciousness, he put it into his sleeve and said nothing.

Wu Shan jumped down from the white jade ground, picked up the yellow giant sword, ignored the different looks of the surrounding Jindan monks, and slowly walked out of the square, disappearing without a trace.

At this time, Patriarch Yao on the high platform said: "Who wants to bet and fight? Today's golden elixir peak monks can also compete. It's just between fellow sects, their lives must not be harmed."

At this time, under the stone platform, there were already more than a dozen golden elixir peak monks standing on both sides. Among them, Senior Brother Mu, Senior Sister Yu, and Head Jiang were all there, but no one left immediately.

There were two Nascent Soul monks standing in the middle, watching the red-robed young man in the field.

There was a middle-aged man in white robes and the other looked like an old man in white robes.

At this time, I heard the old man in white robe say: "Junior Brother Feng, this is the true disciple accepted by the Sword Master's wife. I originally thought that he was the descendant of the Ji family's bloodline, but now it seems that it is much more than that."

The middle-aged man in white clothes smiled and said: "As far as my junior brother knows, this man is the master of many magic sects' secret arts. Now he only reveals the body-protecting magic power of Nine Netherworld Flames, the Divine Light of Blood Spirit, and the Nine Netherworld Phoenix Spirit Beast. .”

"Nine Nether Phoenix, later we can see how much of this ancient spiritual beast has the true spirit of the Nirvana Phoenix bloodline. This blood spirit divine light is probably nothing more than that, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate. As far as I know, the blood spirit None of the Yuanying monks in the palace have mastered this technique."

When the middle-aged man in white heard what the old man said, he looked at the scene with a complicated expression and whispered: "Brother Qi, don't forget that the Ji family, the head of the eight surnames in ancient times, has a blood oath with the Wu clan, and This Blood Spirit Sutra is the ancient witchcraft technique, is there any connection between it..."

The old man was startled when he heard this, his eyes flashed with white light, and he looked at the young man in red robe standing in the square in the sky.

After a while, he shook his head and said: "I can't see clearly. Hasn't this ancient witch clan been extinct for hundreds of thousands of years? We are only early-stage Nascent Soul monks. It's better to be less involved in these matters, and they don't have much to do with us. "

The middle-aged man in white nodded slightly.

"Senior Brother Qi is exactly what he said. Now it seems that the Sword Master's wife has a far-reaching plan. After all, the invasion of the demon cultivators from the East China Sea is just around the corner. When the time comes, Senior Sword Master..."

The expression of the white-robed old man changed. He raised his eyes and looked around. Seeing that the peak Golden Core cultivators were all far away, he whispered again.

"It's better not to talk about matters like this that concern the Sword Master. Nowadays, the eight peaks of the inner sect are turbulent in the dark. If you and I, the masters of the Yuanying Peak of the outer sect, are involved, I don't know whether it will be a blessing or a curse..."

The middle-aged man in white had a stern look on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking of and stopped talking.

No one left the square, and Patriarch Yao on the steps felt bored. Just when he was about to say something, he saw someone leaping into the square.

Ji Lingyu frowned. He almost couldn't remember this person's face, but he still recognized it.

The tall woman in white with a frosty face in front of me is none other than Yao Ningshuang. At this time, she is in the late stage of Jindan cultivation and seems to be on the verge of a breakthrough.

"Sister Yao, what do you think?"

Yao Ningshuang said coldly: "I am not your opponent now, but ten years later, at the sect exchange meeting, do you dare to compete again?"

Ji Lingyu said with a calm expression: "Senior Sister Yao wants to fight again, she can do it anytime, but please make it clear in advance that you will have to pay a price if you lose. I don't want to waste my energy in vain."

Yao Ningshuang glanced at the red-robed woman in front of her with cold eyes, then she flashed away from the main peak and flew away.

At this time, there was another golden elixir late-stage cultivation, and the figure of a young man in white followed Yu Kong.

"Junior sister Yao, wait a minute, senior brother, this person is too boring, we don't need to pay attention to him."

After a while, the two of them were far away.

Ji Lingyu looked around at the monks around the square. When he saw that no one was interested in playing, he wanted to fly to the steps of the square.

At this time, there was another young man in white, with peak Jindan cultivation. Flying into the square, Yukong stood more than ten miles away.

"Junior Brother Ji, don't blame me for bullying the younger ones. The Patriarch also said just now that monks at the peak of the Golden Core can also challenge him. He will not use powerful secret techniques, and we don't have to fight for life or death. We can just compete with each other."

Ji Lingyu raised his eyes and saw that this man was tall, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome face. He was in his thirties, and he had two long purple swords on his back.

Ji Lingyu was shocked, but his face remained calm.

"This senior brother is going to challenge, why don't you tell me your name?"

When the young man in white heard this, his expression froze, and he smiled awkwardly: "This is indeed senior brother's negligence. One day Qiongfeng Ling Xiaofeng."

"Tian Qiong Peak!"

Ji Lingyu murmured in a low voice. Over the past year or so, he had also learned about the eight peaks of the inner sect of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. This peak is the most mysterious. There are only a few monks, but they are all thunder monks, majoring in domineering thunder. The method is often capable of defeating several monks of the same level.

"Senior Brother Ling really thinks highly of his junior brother. As a thunder cultivator, he is one level higher than a certain one, but this junior brother is definitely not as good as him. In this competition, it doesn't matter if we don't compete, junior brother will admit defeat."