The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 45 Demonic Monk
In thick fog.

Zhang Jingyuan hugged Zhang Meifeng's body and cried loudly, heartbroken. He was really heartbroken and in pain.

However, at this moment, the man quietly appeared not far behind Zhang Jingyuan.

Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "What a pure and filial son! It's so touching!"

He used this trick to lure almost ten new monks, but none of them cried as sadly as Zhang Jingyuan, which was already a bit shocking.

But then I thought about it. From Zhang Jingyuan's information, it was immediately clear that Zhang Jingyuan was raised by his mother alone.

"It's a pity that I'm not a master of the Golden Pill, so I can't refine the Seven Emotions and Absolute Desire Pill. Otherwise, this kid's soul is definitely a good medicinal material. Now he can only kill him and sacrifice it to my Ecstasy Flag."

Sighing softly, he saw a streak of demonic energy floating out of the man's body and sneaking towards Zhang Meifeng's body. At the same time, the man's expression suddenly became dull and dull again.

He took out a dagger from his arms and tiptoed towards Zhang Jingyuan's back.

"Jing'er, is that you?"

At this time, Zhang Meifeng suddenly opened her eyes, and a blood-stained palm stretched out tremblingly, wanting to touch Zhang Jingyuan's cheek.

"It's your mother!"

However, just when Zhang Meifeng's palm was about to touch her cheek, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly shouted and cursed loudly. Not only Zhang Meifeng, but even the man behind him who was about to attack was stunned for a moment.

And at the same time, the flying sword in Zhang Jingyuan's hand stabbed straight into Zhang Meifeng's forehead. The flying sword spun rapidly, instantly smashing Zhang Meifeng's forehead to pieces. The red and white were all mixed together. It looked uncomfortable. nausea.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jingyuan twisted around and slashed his thigh from top to bottom like a knife and an axe. The wind was strong and howling, and even the surrounding fog was blown away a lot.

Zhang Jingyuan's kick struck the man hard. The man flew backwards like a cannonball, and even the clothes on his chest were blown to pieces and turned into fly ash.

But what is very surprising is that after suffering such a cruel kick, the man could not lie on the ground for more than two breaths before he jumped up and looked directly at Zhang Jingyuan.

To be honest, if I hadn't seen the man's dented and broken chest, and just looked at the man's expression, I would have thought that Zhang Jingyuan's legs were no better than mosquito bites.

"You are so cruel, you can even kill your mother."

The man stared at Zhang Jingyuan and said slowly.

"My mother, are you talking about this rag?"

As soon as Zhang Jingyuan finished speaking, the flying sword drew an arc in the sky and directly cut off Zhang Meifeng's already miserable head.

Feijian took Zhang Meifeng's head and rushed directly in front of the man. The man could still feel the strong wind coming from the flying sword.

If you look carefully at this time, this woman's head is definitely not Zhang Meifeng's.

"Although I don't want to praise Zhang Meifeng, but to be honest, the dead man you picked is not even one ten thousandth of Zhang Meifeng's beauty."

Zhang Jingyuan sighed.

Well, that's right, the unknown female corpse on the ground was not only not Zhang Meifeng, but Zhang Jingyuan knew from the first glance that she had been dead for more than five hours.

It's just that the demonic cultivator used the fog to block people's five senses and create the illusion that this is Zhang Meifeng.

"You are actually lying to me, telling me when did you discover me!"

The man's head exploded with a punch that was as close as a stone's throw away. The man's voice was strange, terrifying, and extremely corrupt.

He couldn't figure it out. Zhang Jingyuan had obviously fallen into his urn and was about to become his meal. How could Zhang Jingyuan suddenly rise up and strike so fiercely? This was still new in the early stage of Qi refining. Become a monk?
Why does he feel that Zhang Jingyuan is more cunning and shameless than him!
"If I said that from beginning to end, I was playing tricks on you, would you be so angry that you would vomit blood?"

Zhang Jingyuan said with a smile.

At this point, he paused, looked the man up and down and said, "Oh, I forgot, puppets don't bleed, their blood has already solidified."

"So what if you find out, as long as you follow me out of the city, your fate will be in my control."

The man roared, and his cultivation level in the middle stage of Qi refining appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the man took out a long sword from his back and flipped his wrist. In an instant, countless sword flowers covered the sky and the sun, covering Zhang Jingyuan's whole body, leaving Zhang Jingyuan unable to hide or escape.

I discovered that in the face of absolute strength, Zhang Jingyuan, a boy in the early stage of Qi refining, could not make any waves.

Zhang Jingyuan's biggest mistake was that he followed him out even though he knew he had a problem. He was so arrogant, too confident, and too trusting.

He suddenly remembered what a great master in the world of cultivation, Venerable Moyu, said: "Weakness and ignorance are never obstacles to survival, arrogance is." '

However, he couldn't figure out how Zhang Jingyuan, a newly promoted monk, could have the confidence and arrogance.

If you didn't know this, you would have thought that Zhang Jingyuan was Tianlinggen. No, Tianlinggen was not at the level of Qi Refining. He would go out with the other party even though he knew that he had bad intentions. "To be honest, I still think it's more pleasing to the eye when you don't speak. You are too noisy now."

As soon as Zhang Jingyuan finished speaking, he saw his hand holding the spell, and his ten fingers were flying quickly like butterflies in flowers. Ice blades appeared in front of him instantly, forming a dragnet that wrapped him tightly. in it.

The sword flowers were smashed into pieces in front of the ice blades like moths flying into the flames, and even the successive ices froze the man's sword.

The speed of his swing of the long sword was obviously much slower, and it was even visible to the naked eye that ice edges were rapidly climbing up the sword body. Now the man's eyebrows, beard, and temples were already covered with white frost.

These ice blades are Zhang Jingyuan's. When he was practicing with the Frost Jade Pendant recently, he induced a little bit of ice spiritual power. After all, his water spiritual roots are quite high, higher than ordinary double spiritual roots.

However, just this bit of ice spiritual power, coupled with the increase in spells, produced the results in front of him.

"you!"

Finding that the speed of his sword swing was getting slower and slower, the man suddenly screamed in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to take a few steps back before regaining his strength. This Jingyuan was really too evil, compared to him, a demonic monk. It's also very evil.

She knew that he had a problem, but she still dared to come out to him without telling him, and she actually had such an ice-based magic.

Could it be that there was something wrong with his intelligence? Zhang Jingyuan was not an ordinary four spiritual roots, but a mutated spiritual root, an ice spiritual root. Otherwise, how could he explain that Zhang Jingyuan could use ice-based Taoism?

But who would have known that as soon as he took a step back, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly held a flying sword and leaned forward, using the same move to send sword flowers flying, covering the sky and the earth, covering his whole body.

"How do you know my moves!"

The man looked straight at Zhang Jingyuan and said his last words before his breath disappeared.

He didn't have Zhang Jingyuan's ice blade to protect his body. He had countless scars all over his body from Zhang Jingyuan's stabs. Looking from a distance, he probably couldn't even find a good piece of meat on his body.

"Your move? Bah!"

After hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan spat on the ground.

He admitted that he had played the trick of substituting another person's skill with another's, and he did not know how many times in his previous life, but this man's sword skills were really not worthy of him being taught, let alone spending spirit stones to improve his skill level. Click on it.

If you can't even use this sword flower, who are you looking down on?
"It's my move, do you have any questions?"

However, at this moment, in the heavy fog, a man wearing gray clothes, holding a black flag, and a string of baby skulls hanging around his waist, who was in the late stage of Qi refining, slowly walked out.

To be honest, Zhang Jingyuan was truly the most annoying person he had ever seen. Not only did he have a bad mouth, but his hands were also black. Looking at the ruthless power of his attacks, he looked more like a demonic monk than he did.

"It turns out that the real owner has come out."

Regarding the man's appearance, Zhang Jingyuan said without any surprise, even the man's cultivation in the late stage of Qi refining was not surprising.

After all, even the puppet he controls is in the middle stage of Qi refining. The main reason is that if he doesn't even have the late stage of Qi refining, he can't control this puppet.

"I suddenly admire your courage now. You actually saw my true form and dared not to sneer at me." The man said with a smile.

However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved the black flag in his hand, and saw black-faced fangs and disheveled ghost heads emerging from them, and the entire fog was covered in an instant.

People suddenly have the illusion that this heavy fog is composed of these ghost heads.

"I want to eat you..."

"Eat all your flesh and drink all your blood, so that you can become one with us."

"Become one, let's dance together!"

"Dance together, dance together!"

……

These ghost heads were flying up and down, screaming crazily, and flying towards Zhang Jingyuan with their upper and lower teeth opening and closing, and their long black shadows formed a ghostly trail behind them.

The man watched this scene with a smile. He could already imagine Zhang Jingyuan being torn to pieces by these ghost heads and having their flesh and blood sucked dry.

Although his ecstasy flag has not yet been completely refined, it is already capable of creating fog, hallucinations, and releasing ghost heads.

Although these ghost heads were all refined by some monks in the early stages of Qi refining, he refined all the essence of these monks' bodies into these ghost heads. In addition, he used spiritual power to warm and nourish each of them. Guitou's lethality is not inferior to that of a mid-stage Qi Refining monk.

However, the most important thing is that these ghost heads seem to be endless, but they are actually transformed by the nine real ghost heads in the enchanted flag.

This also means that as long as his spiritual power is not exhausted and the real ghost heads are not killed, these ghost heads are endless.

To be arrogant, his Ecstasy Flag can already be ranked among the top-grade magic weapons. It is difficult for ordinary monks in the late stage of Qi refining to deal with, let alone Zhang Jingyuan, a young monk in the early stage of Qi refining.

(End of this chapter)