The mortal self is the spiritual root of heaven

Chapter 124: Great Monk Linghu is mighty!
Just as Master Heiyan was about to catch up with Zhou Xun, a strong wave of mana appeared within the scope of his consciousness.

"Late Nascent Soul!"

I couldn't help but feel shocked, my hands and feet felt cold, my mind was wandering, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

He remembered that among the countries he attacked this time, the ones with the highest cultivation levels were only at the peak of the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and there were no great monks.

Moreover, there are only three great monks in Tiannan, and the old demon Hehuan among them is a member of the Sixth Sect of Demonic Path.

The righteous path has a tacit understanding with its own demonic path, and each has developed its own power. Therefore, Master Zhiyang of the Taizhen Sect will never embarrass himself for the sake of the country.

As for Wei Wuya of the Huayi Sect, he has no grudges against his Six Demonic Sects.

So he was relieved, stood with his hands down in the air, saluted towards the place where the mana fluctuated, and said loudly:
"I don't know which great monk has come, and the black flames of the Demon Flame Sect are polite!"

The six alchemy cultivators around Master Heiyan heard what Master Heiyan said and bowed in a hurry, not daring to raise their heads.

"It turns out he is a thief from the Demon Flame Sect. Why are you chasing my disciples!"

A majestic voice came, with an extremely stern tone.

Just as the voice died away, with a flash of red light, Ancestor Linghu appeared in front of Master Hei Yan.

Looking at the short old man wearing a yellow robe with a sallow face and a short stature in front of him, Master Heiyan couldn't compare with the three great cultivators in Tiannan.

Hearing him say that he was hunting down his direct disciples again, my heart skipped a beat.

Little does he know that he has offended this strange late Yuanying monk in front of him.

As soon as his mind changed, he immediately bowed and apologized:
"This senior brother invited me. Hei Yan really didn't know that the young man was your disciple. Fortunately, he didn't make a big mistake."

"This matter is really a misunderstanding. I am willing to atone for my sin with an ancient treasure and a hundred thousand spiritual stones. I hope this senior brother will forgive me."

Hei Yan's figure was very low. After all, he was facing a great monk in the late Yuanying stage. He was definitely not someone he could offend in the early stage of the Yuanying stage.

"Hei Yan, could it be Master Hei Yan from the Demon Flame Sect?" Ancestor Linghu chuckled, his eyes flashing.

Then he said:

"It's not impossible to let you go, but this ancient treasure and one hundred thousand spirit stones are not worth the price of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Hei Yan felt a chill in his heart, his expression changed, and he was about to agree.

Suddenly, Ancestor Linghu on the opposite side suddenly burst into flames, and a fiery red flying sword flew out instantly and circled around the neck of Master Hei Yan.

Then the head of Master Black Flame fell off.

Then, Ancestor Linghu flashed and appeared in the air dozens of feet away, holding an inch-sized baby in his hand.

Judging from his appearance, he is no different from the Black Flame Master.

This was the Nascent Soul of Master Hei Yan. When he sensed the flying sword of Ancestor Linghu, it was already too late to dodge and defend.

So without any hesitation, Nascent Soul left the body, used the teleportation technique, and escaped into the distance.

However, Ancestor Linghu was well prepared and captured his Nascent Soul in one fell swoop.

Master Heiyan showed a vicious look on his face and cursed fiercely:

"Shameless villain, I'll wait for you below!"

Ancestor Linghu didn't care about what he said. As soon as Master Heiyan's voice came out, he hit his Nascent Soul with several magic spells.

Completely sealed it.

Then he looked at Master Hei Yan with a half-smile but not a smile, and said:

"You want to curse openly and then secretly blow yourself up?"

Upon hearing this, Master Hei Yan was instantly discouraged and begged:

"Brother Taoist, I don't ask you to spare my life, I just ask you to let me go to reincarnation!"

Ancestor Linghu had no expression on his face, snorted coldly, then took out a wooden box, imprisoned the Nascent Soul, and affixed several sealing talismans on it. , then put it into a wooden box and put it into a storage bag.

The six Demonic Pill Formers around Master Heiyan flew away without hesitation the moment Patriarch Linghu took action.

At this time, he was already flying thousands of feet away.

Ancestor Linghu saw this and sneered.

The left hand raised the sword finger,

Six fire seeds flew out of the body, and then turned into flaming flying swords, flying towards the six pill-forming monks in the distance.

The flying sword flashed past and flew hundreds of feet away in one breath.

The round-faced rough man from the Ghost Spirit Sect felt the heavy spiritual pressure getting closer and closer behind him. He was despairing of all thoughts and was about to turn around to stop him.

The flying sword had already arrived behind him.

"Pfft-"

Only the sound of several flying swords entering the body was heard.

But it was the flaming flying sword that pierced the round-faced rough man's body back and forth more than a dozen times.

With the last blow, the Ghost Spirit Sect's alchemy monk felt that he was suddenly as light as a swallow, and then flew up uncontrollably.

Then a majestic headless body appeared in his sight, but that body looked so familiar, as if it belonged to him.

Then I realized something, but everything went dark, and there was no more sound.

The remaining five demonic elixirs ended up with the same fate as the round-faced rough guy from the famous ghost clan.

They were all killed by Ancestor Linghu's flaming flying sword.

Ancestor Linghu stood in the air and waited until the firelight flew back.

It is the six flaming flying swords that kill enemies and come back.There are one or two storage bags hanging on each flying sword.

At this time, Zhou Xun had also arrived at the side of Ancestor Linghu with his escaping light.

At this time, Zhou Xun's face was bloodless and pale.The mana fluctuations all over the body are chaotic, the escape light is also shaky, and the initial cultivation of the Linking Pill feels like it is about to fall.

Seeing this, Ancestor Linghu quickly pulled Zhou Xun's arm and slowly input mana to detect it.

The more he checked, the darker his face became. Seeing this, Zhou Xun wanted to say something.

Ancestor Linghu raised his hand to stop him and said:

"You have damaged your foundation this time. In addition, you have just broken through the core formation and your foundation is not deep. As a result, you will be at risk of losing your cultivation."

As he spoke, he took out a magic elixir from his storage bag, stuffed it into Zhou Xun's mouth, and said:
"Hurry up and meditate to heal your injuries. First, stabilize your cultivation. As for the foundation issue, we can talk about it after you finish healing!"

As he spoke, he threw out a set of magic circles and set them up.Then he placed Zhou Xun inside, and he stood by to protect him.

A few days later, Zhou Xun stabilized his cultivation, but his face was still pale.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Ancestor Linghu beside him.So he quickly bowed down and said sincerely:
"My disciple is paying homage to the Master. I am unfilial and bother the Master to protect me!"

Speaking of which, this was actually the second time Zhou Xun and the Linghu Ancestor met.Since he was accepted as a disciple by Patriarch Linghu when he first entered, he went into seclusion later and never saw him again.

But Patriarch Linghu's love and protection for him was sincere.

If nothing else, let’s just say that when Zhou Xun was recovering from his injuries, Linghu Ancestor’s mighty Nascent Soul guarded Zhou Xun for eight days until he stabilized his cultivation.

Seeing this, Ancestor Linghu asked Zhou Xun to get up with a kind face, then took out a string of storage bags, with as many as seven or eight, and then said:

"This is the storage bag for those six magic pills. You can pick two and take them!"

(I have a lot to do when I go home, such as cleaning, eating, and New Year greetings. The update may not be so stable, so I will update it once at a minimum. When I go back, I will resume two updates)

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