Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 438 Space Turbulence
As the eighth-level powerhouse and prison guard, Tian Xingdi has too many means when he wants to participate in a battle thousands of miles away, even if he is retreating in the Luojing Imperial City.

Gu Xu's complexion became more serious than ever.

He only felt that those novels he had read in his previous life were all lies.

When the villains in those books chased and killed the protagonist, no matter how deep or how much hatred they had, they would only send out minions who were one or two levels higher than the protagonist—not only being killed by the protagonist across the border, but also sent to the protagonist. equipment.

However, in reality, the bosses put down their postures and took action in person, as if they didn't feel that it was a shameful thing for a group of saints and above to besiege a young man of the fourth level.

In this short moment, Gu Xu first used the "Bright Candle" spell on himself at the fastest speed, making all the fire attribute spells he cast more than three times as powerful as before; , trying to dismantle Master Jueming's curse and the space confinement of Daqi Guoshi.

Of course, the "Jinghong Pen" in his hand was not idle.

"Silence of all sounds" and "Dongfeng night release flowers and thousands of trees" were released at the same time - the former merged with the flying snow in the sky, and the latter burst out dazzling fireworks in the ice and snow.

And the hundreds of thousands of talisman seals floating in the air flew straight towards the airship under his control.

With the thought in his mind, these talismans burned one after another, and the raging fire surrounded the floating flying boat, as if wrapping it in a brocade robe of red, orange, and yellow.

Seeing such a scene, the practitioners around who were chasing and killing Gu Xu were all dumbfounded.

They thought that the two saints would take down the traitor with ease, with the help of the Da Qi Yuxi.

Unexpectedly, the traitor could fight back.

Not only did he use the terrifying power that was close to that of a saint, but he also cast several complex and powerful spells one after another in this extremely short period of time.

Not to mention the flying talismans——

Everyone present couldn't help but wonder, could this traitor have spent all his time eating, sleeping and practicing on drawing symbols?Otherwise, how could he have hoarded such an astonishing amount of talismans on his body?
Some people tried to calculate the cost of these talismans according to the market price.

Then they came to a conclusion: If Gu Xu himself was not a talisman master, even if he had an incomparably rich family, he would have been squandered in an instant.

"Even if the traitor is defeated and killed in the end, this earth-shattering battle alone will be recorded in the annals of history forever." Many people said with emotion in their hearts.

But in fact, none of these people guessed Gu Xu's real purpose correctly.

The reason why he tried his best to make moves, used almost all his hole cards, and created this spectacular scene of ice and fire, was not for the purpose of counterattacking and breaking the net.

He just wanted to create a chance for himself to escape.

Taking advantage of "Yingyan" temporarily destroying the confinement of space, he simultaneously exerted the powers of "time" and "cosmos" to slow down the passage of time while tearing apart space and building passages.

The power that Xue Nu provided him was like an inexhaustible vast ocean.

If it had been the past and used so many spells that consumed a lot of real energy at the same time, he should have been turned into a mummy long ago.

In this way, in an instant, the world became quiet.

The whirring of the wind, the stinging of the flames, the angry shouts of the monks, the chirping of the ice cranes...all were slowed down, protracted, gradually disappeared, and returned to silence.

The flying snow, the blazing flames, and the flying ice cranes are all still in the air, as if they have been frozen into a three-dimensional painting.

Gu Xu looked at Xuenv in front of him.

She also turned into a solidified ice sculpture.

The eyebrows seemed to be frowning but not frowning, and the two dimples showed a sad expression because of pain, which reminded Gu Xu of Xizi who was holding his heart and frowning.

At this moment, this ferocious female ghost seemed to be full of trust in him. While lending her strength to him, she also showed her most vulnerable side in front of him.

As long as Gu Xu is willing, he can sneak away by himself and leave her here to slow down the actions of the saints.

A weak fourth-level cultivator has quietly controlled the life and death of one of the "Three Ominous Gods of Qingzhou Mansion"!
The human race regards him as a thief, but the ghosts are willing to believe in his character unconditionally.This kind of thing is really ironic.

Gu Xu sighed lightly.

Soon, countless space cracks appeared around them like cobwebs, rapidly expanding and spreading, turning into a deep space passage.

Gu Xu stretched his arms forward, hugged the motionless Xue Nu, and then jumped towards the space passage with a chic gesture.

He set his destination at Liangzhou, five hundred miles away.

After leaving Liangzhou and going west, one can leave the territory of Daqi and enter the land of the barbaric people.

The shamans on the barbarian holy mountain have the power of saints and master countless mysterious and strange methods.

It is precisely because of their existence that the barbarians can continue to thrive and exist for a long time in the grassland and desert, and have not been completely wiped out by the army of the Daqi Dynasty.

It must not be an easy task for the sages of the Great Qi to chase and kill Gu Xu under the noses of the barbarian shamans.

However, just as Gu Xu was about to enter the space passage, an accident happened.

The originally stable channel suddenly turned into a turbulent vortex.

It was like a meat grinder running at high speed, trying to grind his whole body into minced meat.

Gu Xu immediately stopped.

"Time and space are turbulent." He frowned and said silently in his heart.

According to the records in the practice classics, time and space are not always stable.In the gap of space, there is a terrifying space-time turbulence - it is as turbulent as a tsunami, and as sharp as a sword, it can easily smash powerful monks into pieces.

The space channels built by the monks will undoubtedly be disturbed by it.

Of course, the probability of spatial turbulence is generally very low, less than one in a thousand in Gu Xu's impression.

But at today's extremely critical juncture, he happened to meet him.

Thinking of being knocked off the mask by a drunk in the city of Longzhou——

Gu Xu only felt that his recent luck seemed to be manipulated by someone, it was really terrible.

"Could it be...someone is really behind the scenes?" He couldn't help guessing.

At this time, the effect of "time" is over.

Time continues to flow.

The Xuenv beside her, the monks around, the saint on the boat... all regained their ability to move.

Master Jueming raised his Zen stick, Master Guo raised his hand to draw amulets out of thin air, and the fiery sea of ​​flames surrounding the flying boat disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, Gu Xu deeply understood why it was said in the book that a monk's promotion to the seventh realm is a qualitative change in life and Taoism.

With the help of many hole cards and fighting methods, he has the power to fight against fifth-level or even sixth-level monks, and even if he can't beat him, he has a chance to escape.

But in the face of a strong saint, even if Xue Nu temporarily lent him the power of a saint, he really felt the feeling of being crushed.

After all, the strength of a saint and a strong man has never been due to the thickness of his true essence.

But because it has its own unique "Tao".

Afterwards, Master Jueming muttered something, and pointed the Zen staff at Gu Xu.

Gu Xu suddenly felt stiff and had an unbearable headache.

It was as if someone had inserted a steel mallet into his brain and stirred it wildly, making his thoughts so confused that it was difficult for him to even come up with a complete spell.

"Could it be that the monks in this world also use curses?" He gritted his teeth, thinking wildly.

In the next second, more than ten flying swords swished towards his heart.

(End of this chapter)