Family cultivation of immortality: starting from Jiuhua Mountain

Chapter 123 The Last Elegy

"Bang bang!"

Explosions continued to roar, and magic spell attacks were continuously sent out from the Qi training teams outside Wangyue Valley. In a sudden flash of light, the cliffs, rocks, and spiritual trees in Wangyue Valley were shattered into pieces, and falling rocks were splashed.

After this intensive wave of magic attacks from the monks in the Qi training period, there was a burst of crimson flaming firebirds, and a burst of icy rain and cold needles pouring down from the Jingyang Gate. Qi Shiming, the leading monk, and Yun Xi He sacrificed it on the female cultivator in the white dress.

Chen Yuhua knew these two spells. It could be said that he was very familiar with them. After all, he had learned them several times before.

They are the third-order high-grade spell "Black Bird Fierce Sun Technique" and another third-order high-grade spell "Ice Wind, Cloud and Rain Technique".

However, the target of the Fiery Firebird and the Sky-Fire Rain was not the other foundation-building monks in the valley, but the green-robed old man Wei Lingchen who had been fighting with them before.

Before these two magical attacks could land, the flaming fire bird and the sky-wide icy rain were blocked by a huge cyan wind roc in mid-air. The three collided with each other, and finally exploded together and annihilated them, turning into dots of various colors. The cold light dissipated into the sky, leaving no trace at all!

"Wei Laogou, today is the day of your death, and I want this Moon Moon Valley to be your burial place!"

The young man in red shirt had an angry face and looked at Wei Lingchen coldly, a bloodthirsty cold light flashing in his eyes.

If it weren't for the green-robed old man's repeated obstructions, he might have captured the coalition of Chen Yuhua's family monks long ago. Why would he have to work so hard until now, fight so hard, and share the results with other leading monks?

"You little kid from Jingyang Gate, you can only use your words. You are worthy of being a descendant of Qi Laogou. I think you didn't know where to play in the mud when I was building the foundation?"

"Oh no, I'm old. I was a little confused and misremembered it for a while. I'm afraid there was no such thing as you in the world at that time!"

Although Wei Lingchen's Taoist robe was damaged and his injuries were serious, his momentum remained unabated and he joked softly.

"Wei Laogou, you...you are looking for death!"

The young man in red shirt who was ridiculed by him was furious for a moment. He suddenly used the red flaming sword and slashed it down into the air.

Several blades of more than ten feet slashed toward the ground where Wei Lingchen was, emitting sharp momentum fluctuations.

This is exactly the work of Qi Shiming. Although he is not a blood descendant of Qi Tianchen, the ancestor of Jingyang Clan’s Golden Pill, he is also a descendant of his own Qi Clan’s Immortal Clan. His grandfather is also Qi Ziyang, a veteran Zifu monk in Jingyang Clan. How could he, who has outstanding roots and extraordinary talents and is ranked first among the "Seven Heroes of Jingyang", suffer from this kind of anger?

Although the ranking is somewhat watered down, perhaps because of his origin, but looking at this attack alone, his strength and cultivation should not be underestimated. Even if he is not ranked first among the Seven Elites of Jingyang, he is still enough to rank among them. Top three.

"Hmph, is it possible that I am still afraid of you?"

On the other hand, Wei Lingchen, the old man in green robe, did not advance but retreated. His momentum suddenly increased. He waved the green flag in his hand, and green wind blade hurricanes suddenly struck out, hitting the red sword energy.

His consciousness silently observed the situation on the field. When Chen Yuhua used the third-level earth escape talisman and escaped into the ground, he was a little surprised when he saw the scene of Wei Lingchen and Qi Shiming fighting. He was thinking about the relationship between himself and them. gap.

However, he was already hundreds of miles away at this time, but because of his powerful spiritual consciousness, he could easily investigate.

He may have the power to fight it, but if he wants to defeat it by himself, his hope is extremely slim.

However, in a monk duel, there are a few people who will fight you openly and one-on-one. If you can't beat them, you can find helpers or even dirty tricks.

When Chen Yuhua glanced at the two bulging spirit beast bags around his waist and the storage bag containing the violent thunder ape, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

You thought it was one versus one, but little did you know that if you really fought against Chen Yuhua, you would be facing a group fight of four versus one.

The more than a hundred Qi-training monks on the ground were also surrounded by monks several times their size. Spells and magical weapons were attacking them overwhelmingly, and a huge roaring sound erupted from time to time.

They are under heavy siege. Although they are frightened and their faces are pale due to excessive consumption of mana, they are still fighting to the death out of the instinct of survival and are not willing to wait for death!

Little did they know, the "fateful calamity" they faced was actually a poisonous web woven by conspiracy, and they, Chen Yuhua and the other Foundation Establishment monks were just bait in this web.

As for why the guild selected them, it is not difficult to guess. After all, there is a distinction between closeness and distance, and there is order inside and outside. In the eyes of high-level monks, the vassal monks below are nothing more than dispensable cannon fodder, and they will all die sooner or later!

What's the difference between walking then and walking now?

However, one thing is the special "advantage" of Chen Yuhua and his family's coalition of monks. Most of them are veteran monks who have been practicing for many years. They hold back their hands during the battle. It is a common occurrence, and it is an advantage that cannot be imitated by others.

I am afraid that even the senior officials of Qingyuan Sect did not expect that the planned defeat of the feint attack would actually turn into a real rout due to the self-destruction of the [Hundred Ghost Evil Soul Formation]. The effect of luring the enemy was so good. Okay, it can be said to be an effect that cannot be achieved no matter how you act.

Above the sky, dozens of silver-white flowing and azure-winged spirit ships attacked the Moon Valley in a mighty manner, forming a double-sided pincer attack.

The monks in the field were still killing crazily. The monks who wanted to obtain more meritorious rewards did not know that the "death feast" waiting for them was about to begin. In this world where the world is a chessboard and all living beings are chess pieces, if you don’t want to become a dispensable and abandoned piece, you can only seize all available opportunities, continuously strengthen yourself, and become the chess player who ultimately controls the chess board.

This may be difficult, but if the sword is not in your hand, you cannot become the "sword bearer", and one day you will become a dead soul under the sword.

After thinking so much, only a few moments passed in the field.

Faced with the siege of two top masters in the late stage of foundation building, Qi Shiming, a young man in red shirt, and a female cultivator in white skirt, no matter how powerful the old man in green robe is, he will only die from exhaustion and exhaustion.

Seeing that the green-robed old man Wei Lingchen and the white-haired foundation-building elders beside him were exhausted, all the foundation-building monks from Jingyang Gate rushed forward with surprise on their faces, and they all wanted to go forward and kill him. Seize its storage bag, or want to gain more military exploits.

"Come on, I don't have a few more years to live anyway, so I might as well let you be buried together!"

Although Wei Lingchen was seriously injured, his face was calm and calm at this time, with a hint of absolute tragedy in his sleeves, performing the last tragic song in Moon Moon Valley!

He stood there quietly, looked at everyone with a calm face, took out a purple-green orb, and said calmly.

"I was born here and grew up here. If I can take away a few of you monks before I die, then I will not be ashamed of the sect's kindness in raising me!"

"No, it's the Orb of Breaking the Thunder Tribulation!"

At the same time, several white-haired old men beside Wei Lingchen also used their essence, blood and soul as a guide, and pinched the magic formula in their hands. Then, the spiritual power quickly dissipated and turned into clouds and smoke that dispersed with the breeze.

In an instant, a forbidden formation buried deep beneath the Moon Valley continued to frantically absorb the blood essence and soul of the dead monks above the ground, as if it were a huge vortex.

"Keng Keng..."

After a few breaths, the blood demon runes on the formation continued to rotate and light up until they formed some mysterious bloody demon flame pattern.

Qi Shiming also immediately recognized the origin of the orb, and hurriedly put out several defensive shields and flew away outside Wangyue Valley.

At this time, the group of foundation-building monks who rushed towards Wei Lingchen and the others realized the fatal danger. They all looked horrified and retreated towards them in fear!

I am afraid that everyone has recognized the origin of the purple-green orb. When the Golden Pill monks overcome the thunder tribulation, they can condense the scattered power of the thunder tribulation into a thunder tribulation-breaking orb through secret methods.

And this thunder tribulation-breaking orb, although it is only the fourth level, contains the power of thunder and tribulation, and its power should not be underestimated!

But this is not the most critical thing. The most critical thing is that a blood demon forbidden formation hidden deep under the veins of Wangyue Valley has absorbed the essence and blood souls of countless monks, and its blood-colored demon flame spirit patterns have been completely lit up. , suddenly exuding a monstrous blood evil energy.

Judging from its appearance, I am afraid that it is another magic forbidden formation that is not weaker than the [Hundred Demon Soul Array]. In fact, it is indeed the case. This is a more evil and cruel magic secret formation [Blood Fiend Demonic Flame Array]. 】.

"boom--"

A heaven-shaking sound shook the heavens and the earth, and then there was a thunderous sound like the earth was shattering, and an evil and ferocious monstrous demonic flame also rose into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-colored demonic cloud seemed to rise between the sky and the earth. The demonic flames swept hundreds of miles around with a terrifying red shock wave, and all the mountains in the Moon Watching Valley were bombarded and collapsed.

The blood-colored demonic flames mixed with the Zixiao Thunder Tribulation spread out in all directions, and the endless demonic flames swept through the void, burning everything!

Heart-rending screams rang out, and the Moon-Watching Valley truly turned into a hell of flames!

～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～

～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～

In an instant, a forbidden formation buried deep beneath the Moon Valley continued to frantically absorb the blood essence and soul of the dead monks above the ground, as if it were a huge vortex.

"DingTalk!"

After a few breaths, the blood demon runes on his formation continued to shine, until they formed some kind of mysterious blood-skull pattern.

Qi Shiming immediately recognized the origin of the orb, quickly put out several defensive shields, and flew away outside Wangyue Valley.

(End of this chapter)