Cultivation of Immortality

"Then let's try it." An iron sword with an extremely simple shape appeared in Xinxie's hand. It was a sword that didn't even have a sword grid. The sword was dull and dull, and there were a few rust spots on it.

As soon as the sword came out, not only did the Jinghuan Immortal's expression change, but also the expressions of several great immortals who knew the sword were moved by it.

"It turns out that this sword was finally acquired by your master." After saying this, the Jinghuan Immortal Lord touched his left palm forward in the air with his palm down, then closed his eyes and stood there quietly. .

Among the many spectators, only a few had seen Monk Huayu perform his magical powers, and even fewer had experienced what it was like to attack Monk Huayu with his mind, so they saw the little devil staring at his feet for a long time. I couldn't help but have various speculations in my mind.

The mind attack only takes effect on the person being attacked, so no one can see the river that suddenly appeared in front of the little devil. It is a bit inappropriate to call it a river, because it has no banks, just a river about a hundred feet wide. You can't see the water strips at the head and tail. The water is very clear and shallow. It seems to be only half a foot deep. However, the dark bottom of the river seems to absorb people's eyes and makes them dizzy if they look at it again. This makes it impossible to confirm what they have seen before. Depth of water is judged.

The water is indeed flowing forward, and there are gentle microwaves on the surface. The water on the shore is slightly blurry. From this point of view, it is very much like a river, a river whose banks are obscured by mist.

Xinxie did not move because he felt that it was useless to move. The river was already connected with him. No matter he was flying upward or falling, the river would always be in front of him. The river was not chasing him, but moving with him. When you move together, it feels like you are really standing by a river. No matter how the ground beneath your feet rises and falls, you and the river always rise and fall together.

After a long time, a drop of sweat appeared on Xinxie's forehead. This long time was actually only ten breaths. After just experiencing a fierce and rapidly changing time, these ten breaths could be considered a long time for everyone.

The rice-sized sweat droplets flew up from Xinxie's forehead, drew an arc and landed on the water, blending into the water silently without creating a single ripple.

Xinxie stared at the place where sweat dripped into the water, slowly raised his right foot and stepped forward slowly. When the sole of the shoe was less than three inches from the water, a small piece of dazzling blue light suddenly appeared, but not yet When Xinxie's feet touched the blue light, the blue light fell into the water. It wouldn't be surprising if the blue light was sucked away, but it did fall weirdly, like a piece of tangible material. The massive blue ice flakes fell completely into the water!

The spectators did not see the blue light fall. What they saw was that the blue light became stronger and stronger, and finally it was so strong that they did not dare to face it.

After Xinxie tried his best to cultivate, he was finally unable to condense a piece of blue light for him to stand on. The falling pieces of blue light only prevented his right foot hanging on the water from being pulled down. At this moment, he could He took that foot back, but he stepped on it without hesitation!

In the eyes of everyone, there is no more difference between the little devil's step and the ten steps he took before, except that the momentum is stronger, but the Feather monks present can't help but hold their breath, even though they can't see it That river, but he knew that the little devil took this step and started to fight head-on with the Jinghuan Immortal. Although the battle of thoughts seemed to be turbulent on the surface,

Lan Bujing is far more dangerous than the fierce fight with swords, axes and shadows.

Xinxie's second step did not step out of the blue light, nor did his third step... Different from the previous step where his momentum increased a little with every step he took, it was obviously getting harder and slower for him to walk at this moment.

When Xinxie reached the eighth step, his head was completely submerged in the water. The river water still looked clear, but he could no longer see the figure of the Jinghuan Immortal, even though he was only a hundred feet away. His consciousness was completely useless, and it was clear that the water surface had just disappeared. Above your head, but looking upward, it seems to be thousands of feet deep, with no end no matter how high you float.

When they saw the Little Demon Lord rising up, everyone thought he was about to launch an attack. Unexpectedly, he jumped up dozens of feet and then took a step forward. This step was very small, only one foot. Left and right, the next step was only half a foot, and there were signs of staggering in his steps. At first, he looked like a drunkard, and later, he looked like the last struggle of a dying person. His originally pale face had now turned red, so red that many people didn't notice that there was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

When the first drop of blood fell on Xinxie's snow-white robe, Xinde's heart became silent. It was the despair after feeling extremely helpless. The development of the situation was completely out of control for him, even if they If people can survive, the only prospect left is a darkness shining with blood.

Immortal Yin Zhen also felt helpless. Going to help Xinxie now would undoubtedly lead to public outrage. Ji Dao and others would never stand idly by. It was precisely when the Immortal Jing Huan saw this that he dared to put himself in danger. He started a war of thoughts against Xinxie. He couldn't let himself sink deeper into this storm. He had done his best so far.

On the other side, Wuji's breathing was obviously faster than the others. He had never been as eager to see the Little Demon Lord die as he is now. Before that, he had always thought that the Little Demon Lord was on par with him, because the last time the two of them had The fight took place more than a thousand years ago. In the end, although he left the battlefield first, it was just because he did not want to fight with him and both sides would suffer, not because he was defeated. The performance of the little devil today made him feel cold in his heart. Well, if he faced off against the Little Demon Lord again, he might not even be able to muster up the courage to fight.

Blood fell drop by drop on the skirt of his clothes, and Xinxie's body was also falling. This feeling made him feel a little familiar. Yes, this familiarity came from the last time he fell in Xu Shui. The boy Xinqing took him there. After entering Xu Shui, he did a lot of mischief and used various means to scare him. Among the few people who had entered Xu Shui, he was the one who had been helpless for the longest time. If the fear he gave birth to could be measured, his That one was definitely the most, but he didn't show it at all. At that moment, he especially wanted to catch Xunyi, who was pretending to be scared to scare him, and strangle him to death.

When he fell to the bottom of the river, Xinxie's body rose up again after just a moment. At a height of a hundred feet, his figure stopped in everyone's eyes, but Xinxie couldn't help feeling that he was still there. He rose upwards until he felt that he could no longer rise and spurted out a mouthful of blood, then he allowed himself to fall.

If people watching the battle were asked to use one word to describe the scene in front of them, most people would definitely choose "weird". This kind of battle scene is indeed too rare. One side stands still while the other side vomits while jumping up and down inexplicably. Blood, and the one who vomited blood was already so powerful that he just dispatched a late Nascent Soul cultivator in an instant. "Then let's try it." An iron sword with an extremely simple shape appeared in Xinxie's hand. It was a sword that didn't even have a sword grid. The sword was dull and dull, and there were a few rust spots on it.

As soon as the sword came out, not only did the Jinghuan Immortal's expression change, but also the expressions of several great immortals who knew the sword were moved by it.

"It turns out that this sword was finally acquired by your master." After saying this, the Jinghuan Immortal Lord touched his left palm forward in the air with his palm down, then closed his eyes and stood there quietly. .

Among the many spectators, only a few had seen Monk Huayu perform his magical powers, and even fewer had experienced what it was like to attack Monk Huayu with his mind, so they saw the little devil staring at his feet for a long time. I couldn't help but have various speculations in my mind.

The mind attack only takes effect on the person being attacked, so no one can see the river that suddenly appeared in front of the little devil. It is a bit inappropriate to call it a river, because it has no banks, just a river about a hundred feet wide. You can't see the water strips at the head and tail. The water is very clear and shallow. It seems to be only half a foot deep, but the dark bottom of the river seems to absorb people's eyes and makes them dizzy if they look at it again. This makes it impossible to confirm what they have seen before. Depth of water is judged.

The water is indeed flowing forward, and there are gentle microwaves on the surface. The water on the shore is slightly blurry. From this point of view, it is very much like a river, a river whose banks are obscured by mist.

Xinxie did not move because he felt that it was useless to move. The river was already connected with him. No matter he was flying upward or falling, the river would always be in front of him. The river was not chasing him, but moving with him. When you move together, it feels like you are really standing by a river. No matter how the ground beneath your feet rises and falls, you and the river always rise and fall together.

After a long time, a drop of sweat appeared on Xinxie's forehead. This long time was actually only ten breaths. After just experiencing a fierce and rapidly changing time, these ten breaths could be considered a long time for everyone.

The rice-sized sweat droplets flew up from Xinxie's forehead, drew an arc and landed on the water, blending into the water silently without creating a single ripple.

Xinxie stared at the place where sweat dripped into the water, slowly raised his right foot and stepped forward slowly. When the sole of the shoe was less than three inches from the water, a small piece of dazzling blue light suddenly appeared, but not yet When Xinxie's feet touched the blue light, the blue light fell into the water. It wouldn't be surprising if the blue light was sucked away, but it did fall weirdly, like a piece of tangible material. The massive blue ice pieces fell completely into the water!

The spectators did not see the blue light fall. What they saw was that the blue light became stronger and stronger, and finally it was so strong that they did not dare to face it.

After Xinxie tried his best to cultivate, he was finally unable to condense a piece of blue light for him to stand on. The falling pieces of blue light only prevented his right foot hanging on the water from being pulled down. At this moment, he could He took that foot back, but he stepped on it without hesitation!

In the eyes of everyone, there is no more difference between the little devil's step and the ten steps he took before, except that the momentum is stronger, but the Feather monks present can't help but hold their breath, even though they can't see it That river, but he knew that the little devil took this step and started to fight head-on with the Jinghuan Immortal. On the surface, the battle of thoughts seemed to be turbulent.

Lan Bujing is far more dangerous than the fierce fight with swords, axes and shadows.

Xinxie's second step did not step out of the blue light, nor did his third step... Different from the previous step where his momentum increased a little with every step he took, it was obviously getting harder and slower for him to walk at this moment.

When Xinxie reached the eighth step, his head was completely submerged in the water. The river water still looked clear, but he could no longer see the figure of the Jinghuan Immortal, even though he was only a hundred feet away. His consciousness was completely useless, and it was clear that the water surface had just disappeared. Above your head, but looking upward, it seems to be thousands of feet deep, with no end no matter how high you float.

When they saw the Little Demon Lord rising up, everyone thought he was about to launch an attack. Unexpectedly, he jumped up dozens of feet and then took a step forward. This step was very small, only one foot. Left and right, the next step was only half a foot, and there were signs of staggering in his steps. At first, he looked like a drunkard, and later, he looked like the last struggle of a dying person. His originally pale face had now turned red, so red that many people didn't notice that there was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

When the first drop of blood fell on Xinxie's snow-white robe, Xinde's heart became silent. It was the despair after feeling extremely helpless. The development of the situation was completely out of control for him, even if they If people can survive, the only prospect left is a darkness shining with blood.

Immortal Yin Zhen also felt helpless. Going to help Xinxie now would undoubtedly lead to public outrage. Jidao and others would never stand idly by. It was precisely when the Immortal Jinghuan saw this that he dared to put himself in danger. He started a war of thoughts against Xinxie. He couldn't let himself sink deeper into this storm. He had done his best so far.

On the other side, Wuji's breathing was obviously faster than the others. He had never been as eager to see the Little Demon Lord die as he is now. Before that, he had always thought that the Little Demon Lord was on par with him, because the last time the two of them had The fight took place more than a thousand years ago. In the end, although he left the battlefield first, it was just because he did not want to fight with him and both sides would suffer, not because he was defeated. The performance of the little devil today made him feel cold in his heart. Well, if he faced off against the Little Demon Lord again, he might not even be able to muster up the courage to fight.

Blood fell drop by drop on the skirt of his clothes, and Xinxie's body was also falling. This feeling made him feel a little familiar. Yes, this familiarity came from the last time he fell in Xu Shui. The boy Xinqing took him there. After entering Xu Shui, he did a lot of mischief and used various means to scare him. Among the few people who had entered Xu Shui, he was the one who had been helpless for the longest time. If the fear he gave birth to could be measured, his That one was definitely the most, but he didn't show it at all. At that moment, he especially wanted to catch Xunyi, who was pretending to be scared to scare him, and strangle him to death.

When he fell to the bottom of the river, Xinxie's body rose up again after just a moment. At a height of a hundred feet, his figure stopped in everyone's eyes, but Xinxie couldn't help feeling that he was still there. He rose upward until he felt that he could no longer rise and spurted out a mouthful of blood, then he allowed himself to fall.

If people watching the battle were asked to use one word to describe the scene in front of them, most people would definitely choose "weird". This kind of battle scene is indeed too rare. One side stands still while the other side vomits while jumping up and down inexplicably. Blood, and the one who vomited blood was already so powerful that he just dispatched a late Nascent Soul cultivator in an instant.