Family cultivation of immortality: starting from Jiuhua Mountain

Chapter 109 Taking the opportunity to kill [Additional update, please vote]

A huge roar flashed past!

At the same time, the sword formation that Chen Yuhua had prepared for a long time roared out and transformed into a flowing sword formation.

The Chisha Son-Mother Swords also immediately rose into the air, and together with the Lieyan Son-Mother Swords, they formed six groups of Liangyi Sword Formations. The sharp sword formations flew out, taking your peerless edge through the piranha and tearing it apart. Come on.

Under the combined attack of the fierce sword array and the violent thunder balls, the man in green robe was beaten back and forth, and retreated continuously.

When the man in green robe realized that something was wrong and turned around to retreat, he shot out several dark green poisonous needles from his sleeves.

The man in green robe relied on this set of medium-grade poison needles and his proficient poison skills to kill many monks from the three states affiliated families of Qingyuan Sect in the early stages of foundation building, and he was somewhat famous.

Chen Yuhua was seen calmly, twisting the magic formula to display the "Red Yuan Sword Shield", and then a cyan spiritual sword rose into the sky.

Suddenly pouring magic power into the [Ren Narcissus Gourd], the true water of the Tianhe River poured down immediately, turning into a huge wave and rushing away.

When the man in green robe saw that the poisonous needle was held open by the Chi Yuan sword and shield, he could only wave the Qing Ge in his hand, releasing huge wind blades to face the huge waves.

I saw the man in green robe from Yunxi Pavilion offering a set of dark green scrolls. Various poisonous insects, snakes and ants were painted in the scroll. After a magic spell was hit on it, the poisonous insects, snakes and ants in the scroll seemed to come to life, flying all over the sky. Come.

"die!"

In an instant, Chen Yuhua's body flashed with spiritual light, and the Danyang True Fire turned into a fire dragon and swept away!

Then Chen Yuhua took a deep breath, took out a small and exquisite blue-patterned treasure furnace, and hit the man in green robe.

The green treasure furnace immediately flew into the air, constantly circling and flying. The furnace lid suddenly opened, and a stream of green flames poured down like a tide, burning the poisonous insects, snakes and ants overwhelmingly.

At the moment of life and death, a shining golden flying sword turned into a golden dragon and struck the man in green robe with great momentum.

The [Tai Xuan Green Light Sword] immediately merged with the [Golden Dragon Sword] to form a two-dimensional light sword array. Chen Yuhua was seen slashing wildly with his sword. Not long after, the man in green robe had his whole body magic shield and defensive magic weapon shattered instantly. Later, Chen Yuhua took the opportunity to draw his sword and chop off his head.

At the same time, most of the three-state foundation-building monks on the field did not go all out. Instead, most of them launched tentative attacks and the fight was tepid.

A few quarters of an hour later, the scene changed, and the red Mo Dao in the hand of the red-robed young man Qi Shiming was seen flashing with light, while he himself turned into a red stream of light, and suddenly slashed across the void, a line of dozens of feet. The long red blade flashed out and slashed at several early-stage foundation-building monks among Chen Yuhua's group.

The red blade was extremely fast, and in a flash it had already arrived in front of a man in orange robes.

The orange-robed man's cultivation level was only at the second level of foundation building, and he was enveloped in an earth-yellow light curtain.

When he saw the red blade flashing past and appearing in front of him, a look of horror suddenly flashed across his face, and then he hurriedly held out a small golden shield, which quickly grew to a height of more than ten feet, circling around it. , protect him by his side.

However, these protections did not have much effect. Qi Shiming, who was at the peak of the eighth level of foundation building and one of the Seven Heroes of Jingyang, seemed to be vulnerable to a full blow. The cyan light curtain and the small golden shield instantly broke through. Come on.

After a loud "bang" in the air, the orange-robed man was cut in two by the astonishing blade light emitted by the red Mo Dao, and after the explosion, it turned into pieces that filled the sky.

The remaining dozens of feet of red sword energy fell down, leaving a long crack on the earth, as well as several miles of burned and scorched ground.

"No, Junior Brother Shen!" In an instant, Wei Lingchen, the veteran foundation-building monk of the Qingyuan Sect, secretly screamed something bad, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a sharp look flashed past, and the golden mirror in his hand swung toward the void. The mirror suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light.

At the same time, Wei Lingchen fiercely shook the green flag in Jie's hand. In an instant, the flag swelled in the wind, turning into giant wind blades that filled the sky and flew out towards several Jingyang Gate foundation-building monks. Cut it off.

On the ground, hundreds of Qi-training monks were also engaged in a desperate fight. They either controlled magic weapons to attack and defend, or used magic talismans to kill the enemy and protect themselves.

Of course, there were also unfortunate Qi-training monks who died under the residual power of spell attacks scattered by the foundation-building monks in the air. Broken magic weapons, shattered formation flags, corpses all over the mountain, and gushing blood solidified on the ground. , forming a dark red light group.

This is not a paradise, but a Shura field, facing only endless fighting and fighting.

When the Jingyang Sect monks saw this, they had already taken precautions. They retreated one after another and used multiple defensive shields and magical weapons. Wei Lingchen's attack failed to succeed, nor did it seriously injure or kill Jing. Yangmen foundation-building monk.

Seeing that the attack failed, the foundation-building monks below were still working there without any effort, and still launched a painless attack. For a moment, the old man in green robe could not help but burst out in anger, and shouted angrily with his hair and beard flying.

"A bunch of idiots, if you continue to hold back and sit on the wall and watch, you will wait until the Jingyang Gate is destroyed one by one. You want to go to hell together, right?"

It stands to reason that among the two teams, Chen Yuhua and his group of foundation-building monks undoubtedly have the advantage and should have defeated the hostile monks from Jingyang Gate long ago, but now the result is exactly the opposite.

The war was going on so anxiously, and the foundation-building monks from the major families were still thinking about how to do it perfunctorily, and never thought about actually working hard for the Qingyuan Sect and dying.

As a result, the attacks launched were all thunderous, with little raindrops, and too many were flashy magic attacks. The foundation-building monks of Jingyang Gate did not face much pressure. Instead, they became more and more courageous as they fought and launched frequent charges.

After hearing the angry rebuke of Wei Lingchen, the veteran foundation-building monk of the Qingyuan Sect, the major foundation-building monks from the foundation-building family below them just became serious and stepped up their offensive.

As Wei Lingchen and a group of Qingyuan Sect monks formed a formation and cast spells, the situation on the field gradually improved, and the Foundation Establishment monks from the affiliated families gradually launched fierce attacks.

The Jingyangmen monks have gradually lost their advantage, and the pressure they face has also increased.

Seeing that something was wrong, the Jingyang Sect's foundation-building monks took out the third-level talisman seals, input spiritual power into them, and turned them into spell attacks and suddenly struck them out.

Three elderly female cultivators from Yunxi Pavilion also took the opportunity to take out dozens of jet-black formation flags and arranged them according to some mysterious pattern.

The black pole swayed slightly in the wind, and a cold and soul-stirring wind suddenly blew through the field.

"A hundred ghosts and evil souls are rising!"

As the three monks from Yunxi Pavilion gave orders, the dark command flags rose sharply in the wind and became several feet in size.

Suddenly, a large piece of black mist spurted out, and the cries of ghosts and ghosts echoed in the air...

　I stayed up late today and wrote a few thousand more words, and added an extra chapter. Please support me if you read it.

　　

　

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