Seeking the Way of Immortality

Mo Qingchuan was not a good person either. When he saw Feng Yuxiang was injured, he immediately summoned the golden sword and killed Feng Yuxiang.

The so-called Feng Shui turns around, it's just like this. Just now, Feng Yuxiang was suppressing Mo Qingchuan, but he never thought that in less than an incense stick, the roles would be reversed.

The difference is that Feng Yuxiang does not have the protection of iron armor. A peak cultivator in the early stage of Yuanying was suppressed by a cultivator who had just advanced to Yuanying.

After taking a pill, Feng Yuxiang's cultivation was constantly recovering. At this time, Mo Qingchuan was just chasing Feng Yuxiang behind him!

Now Feng Yuxiang was obviously stalling for time, pretending to be seriously injured, preparing to give Mo Qingchuan a thundering blow. It must be said that 'the old ones are still the best', and Mo Qingchuan alone could not match this.

At this time, Mo Qingchuan did not notice Feng Yuxiang's little move, and was still chasing Feng Yuxiang.

After a while, Feng Yuxiang's strength had recovered to a large extent, and at this time Mo Qingchuan had obviously discovered something wrong, and the distance between him and Feng Yuxiang had also widened a lot.

The golden sword was raised high, and Mo Qingchuan's breath slowly rose. Under Mo Qingchuan's momentum, the iron armor also moved without wind and made a loud noise.

The moment Feng Yuxiang turned around, the sword turned into a stream of light, shooting at Mo Qingchuan, and his black hair moved without wind. Feng Yuxiang's body kept rising and growing. In just a moment, Feng Yuxiang turned into a giant about three feet tall, and Mo Qingchuan was like a child in front of him.

'Breaking the Sky Slash'.

Mo Qingchuan shouted in a low voice, and the golden sword slashed towards Feng Yuxiang with endless golden light.

When Feng Yuxiang's sword hit the golden sword, it instantly returned. On the way back, it kept growing. When it returned to Feng Yuxiang's hand, the sword just matched his body.

'Cross Slash'.

Feng Yuxiang also shouted, and the sword in his hand quickly drew a cross in front of him. I saw that dozens of crosses merged together in an instant and slowly moved forward.

‘Cut. ’

‘Cut. ’

The two words of cut came out of Mo Qingchuan and Feng Yuxiang’s mouths in no particular order.

There was another ‘bang’, and the cross slash and the sky-breaking slash collided. The power was no less than the last time, but this time both of them were prepared. At the moment when the swords collided, the two had already left far away.

After the collision of the swords, they immediately returned to their respective owners. After all, at this time, it was no longer a question of whether to run or not, but a question of whether to live or not. With their personalities, they would naturally not let the other party escape, and they would not escape either. This time, the two were evenly matched.

With the swords in hand, the two flew up, almost in no particular order, and the swords collided again. The two fought and walked, and their position was no longer where Mo Qingchuan had just stood.

Both of them had been injured to varying degrees. Even though Mo Qingchuan had the bonus of the iron armor, Feng Yuxiang was a cultivator who had advanced to the Nascent Soul stage for a long time, and in some aspects, Mo Qingchuan could not compare.

Feng Yuxiang's arm holding the knife was shaking constantly. It was obvious that he was weakening the power of the sword and the knife. Relying on this little trick, he had been fighting with Mo Qingchuan until now.

After a long battle, Mo Qingchuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He shouted and quickly left Feng Yuxiang. It was obvious that he was going to use a big move again!

"Sword control technique, start."

As Mo Qingchuan shouted, the golden sword left Mo Qingchuan and spun in the sky. It instantly turned into millions of swords, surrounding Feng Yuxiang in the sword formation.

"Humph, you are still a little naive to want to kill me."

Feng Yuxiang followed the knife and wandered in the sword formation. For a while, the sound of swords and knives was endless.

Mo Qingchuan pinched the sword finger and directed the direction of the golden sword, sometimes left, sometimes right, cutting off Feng Yuxiang's retreat.

At this time, Feng Yuxiang had already noticed the unusualness of the sword formation, but now it was impossible for him to get out! It seemed that he could only fight hard.

"Hmph, do you really think my sword formation is just that simple?" Mo Qingchuan snorted coldly.

'Sword control technique, combine. '

With Mo Qingchuan's shout, the range of the golden sword gradually narrowed, and the range of Feng Yuxiang's activities also became smaller and smaller.

'Hmph. '

"Man and sword become one." With Feng Yuxiang's shout, Feng Yuxiang and his sword became one, and he disappeared in Mo Qingchuan's sword formation, leaving only a sword rushing around.

The trapped beast still fought, and Mo Qingchuan's step-by-step pressure actually allowed Feng Yuxiang to break through another realm of the sword at the last moment, and directly reached the highest realm of man and sword.

As Feng Yuxiang reported, the sword formation finally opened up, the light flowed, and the precious sword appeared in the sky. Even if Mo Qingchuan wanted to chase, it was too late.

"Hmph, Mo Qingchuan, this is Feng Yuxiang. When we meet again next time, we will fight to the death." Feng Yuxiang's voice came from afar.

Mo Qingchuan was a little younger after all, and finally let Feng Yuxiang escape, but he was not afraid of Feng Yuxiang's threat. Feng Yuxiang would improve, and he would also improve.

He carried the golden sword on his back and turned around and disappeared.

In a city where monks and mortals lived together, a monk wandered on the street. He didn't look very old, and his robe was shabby, but he didn't seem to notice it, and he still walked on the street by himself.

His name is Wujie, one of the few peerless geniuses in the world, and at this time he was feeling his own way.

"Haha, Master, how dare you come to my "Piaoxiang Tower"?" The old procuress asked with a smile.

"Hehe, I am Wujie, not a master. I come here to have fun!" Wujie said with a smile, as if all this was normal for him.

"Hehe, the young master is really extraordinary!" The old procuress said with a smile.

The passers-by pointed at Wujie's behavior, but Wujie didn't take it as a normal thing. He walked his own way, how could ordinary people understand!

No matter in any dynasty or in any place, there are always prostitutes, and of course there are always people like prostitutes.

Of course, monks are rare here. As a monk, he is free from all four elements and cannot have these behaviors. However, Wujie is obviously not an ordinary monk. His ideas are also different from ordinary people. It can be said that he is an alternative in Buddhism.

Wujie found a private room and called dozens of women.

"You can play by yourself. I am here just to comprehend the taboo of lust." Wujie said while drinking.

"Haha, little monk, you are such a weirdo. How can someone give money to have fun but not enjoy it?" a prostitute said with a smile.

"Hehe, girl, why did you come here? Was it voluntary or forced?" Wujie asked.

"Haha, little monk, for people like us, what's the difference between voluntary and involuntary?" the woman asked back.

"Haha, it's the little monk who is obsessed!" Wujie took another sip of wine and said with a smile.

"Little monk, you said we are all human, why do we have different life situations?" another woman asked with a smile.

"Yes! Since you are a monk, you must know." A group of women chattered and surrounded little monk Wujie in the middle.

"Hahaha, the things in the world have been predetermined. How can we change them?" Wujie said bitterly.

"Haha, my fate is determined by me, not by God." A woman whispered.

Although her voice was low, with Wujie's cultivation, how could he not hear it!

Wujie walked past the crowd, walked to the woman, put his hands together, and said sincerely: "I am Wujie, please help me solve my doubts?"

"Haha, Master, I am just a prostitute, how can I solve your doubts?" the woman asked back.

Seeing that the woman was unwilling to talk more, Wujie let the other women go, leaving only the woman.

"Miss, what does 'my life is determined by me, not by God'?" Wujie asked.

"Haha, little monk, if your life is not yours, whose is it? Is it the Buddha's?" The woman asked with a chuckle.

"Uh, that's right." Wujie was stunned, as if he had realized something.

The woman was just an ordinary prostitute! I never thought that a complaint would be remembered by Wujie. The so-called 'the speaker has no intention, the listener has intention' may be this kind of situation!

Wujie let the woman go and sat alone in the room drinking. There was no trace of the demeanor of a monk.

"My fate is determined by me, what a great phrase 'My fate is determined by me,'" Wujie murmured to himself, with a flash of light in his eyes. It was obvious that he had gained something.

His fate had been determined since he was born! The woman's casual words opened another door for him.

His sky seemed to be much brighter.