Family cultivation of immortality: starting from Jiuhua Mountain

Chapter 113 Yimu Divine Thunder [Update]

She vaguely heard a scream, and saw a red sword piercing her body. The white-robed old woman's vision went dark, and she fell to the ground completely, her eyes full of disbelief.

The white-robed woman in Yunxi Pavilion never expected that Chen Yuhua, who had mediocre cultivation and acted like a fighter, could control multiple magic weapons at the same time and unleash such a fierce blow.

As soon as the white-robed old woman died, the mist of the [Hundred Ghosts Evil Soul Array] that she sacrificed with her essence and blood suddenly gathered and dissipated, and the southwest corner became loose, and when this situation was discovered.

Qingyuan Sect's veteran foundation-building monk Wei Lingchen also loudly transmitted the message: "Everyone, break out to the southwest immediately."

Seeing that the situation was not right, he might be surrounded if he continued, and the entire army would be in danger of being annihilated. If he were defeated, no matter whether he was out of trouble or not, the old man in green robes, Wei Lingchen, would probably not be able to escape military law.

Due to the intense fighting on the front line, the Qingyuan Sect suffered successive defeats, and Patriarch Luo also decreed that "if he loses, he will be punished with death."

The old man in green robes, Wei Lingchen, had a stern look on his face, as if he had gritted his teeth and made some kind of determination. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he tapped the storage belt and pulled out a green-purple fourth-level talisman.

"You bastard from Jingyangmen, go to hell!"

Rumble!

In an instant, a thunder suddenly exploded between heaven and earth.

I saw a cyan silver arc of electric light illuminating the void, like a nine-sky silver snake striking straight down, sweeping the sky, with a dazzling green light, hitting the [Hundred Ghosts and Evil Souls Array] from the sky.

"No, it's the [Yimu Divine Thunder Talisman], retreat quickly!"

However, it was already too late. Yimu God's thunder struck down like lightning, and there was a violent explosion in the air. Hundreds of ghosts screamed and danced in the sky, and the turbid energy of the evil spirits suddenly rose and dissipated.

Taking advantage of this chaos, Chen Yuhua immediately searched for a white storage bag from the body, and controlled the puppet beast to pick up scattered magic weapons and storage bags.

When someone noticed the abnormality, Chen Yuhua turned into a streak of blood and flew away, and no one was seen. At the same time, Wei Lingchen, who broke out of the formation, was surrounded by a man in a red shirt and a beautiful woman in a white dress from Yunxi Pavilion. For a while, he was beaten back and forth, looking very embarrassed.

When he saw Chen Yuhua rushing out of the formation, he also shouted for help: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please help me get out of trouble. I will thank you greatly in the future!"

"I will repay Master Shen truthfully for your contribution!"

For a moment, Chen Yuhua was in a dilemma.

However, when they saw that the Qingyuan Sect monks who broke out of the formation were seriously injured and exhausted, they were still brutally pursued and surrounded after they escaped from the siege exhausted.

At the same time, a roar suddenly exploded in the air, with blood and turbid dust rising into the sky, turning into a demonic sky, and the aftermath spread one after another.

When she saw that the old patriarch had already rushed out, Chen Yuhua felt relieved for a moment, and immediately rushed forward to confront the female cultivator in the white dress.

As for the monks who were besieged in the [Hundred Ghost Soul Array], most of them died due to the exposure of the formation. Only one monk survived. The Qi-training monks were also seriously injured, and the battle situation was very critical.

Just like a defeated army, after the monks fled on the scene, they also imitated the same pattern for a while, and the scene became increasingly chaotic.

Of course, there were also casualties among the Jingyangmen and Yunxi Pavilion monks, but the casualties were not as heavy as those of the Qingyuan Sect.

But for Chen Yuhua, the real test also came soon. When the female cultivator in white skirt saw Chen Yuhua rushing over, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed for a moment, and she immediately hit her with a silver-white flying sword.

　I wish all my dear book friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day (▽)! This chapter is a supplementary update. I have a few days off and I have some free time. I won’t go out and go home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. I will work hard these days to update the words and try to update three or four times a day during the holidays. Please also read it. Book friends, please support me.

　　

　

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