Immortal cultivation gets harder the further you get to the back.

After Tongxuan, every step forward is as difficult as ascending to the sky.

The aptitude of the senior brother in charge is the best among them, and he is also very diligent in his practice.

Although he has to deal with sect affairs, many unimportant things are willing to be taken care of by the disciples below, so he still has a lot of time for cultivation every day.

But even so.

Five hundred years ago, he had just entered the middle stage of Tongxuan, and now he is still in this realm, but he has reached the top level of the middle stage.

But there is still a little gap from the later stage.

And it is this point, which is said to have troubled the senior brother for decades.

And this old devil Jia was severely injured by them back then, even if he turned into Li Daitao stiff outside his body, his body would definitely be seriously injured.

At that time, his realm was almost as different as that of his brother in charge, but he did not expect that he has made great strides forward now.

Became a strong man in the late Tongxuan period!

You must know that it is precisely because of the difficulty of cultivation that after reaching Tongxuan, every time a small realm is raised, the strength can also bring about a huge leap.

One late-stage Tongxuan is enough to defeat ten mid-stage Tongxuan.

What's more, this guy in front of him was originally the best among monks of the same rank.

Otherwise, it would not have taken so much trouble to kill him back then.

"This is really troublesome."

All the elders were a little panicked.

But now they have no other choice.

Therefore, just a moment of hesitation, the elders rushed forward.

They sacrificed their own magic weapons one after another.

Someone also took out a precious talisman from his bosom.

However……

It's just a momentary effort.

The elders took the first seat and flew back one after another, some even fell directly from the midair.

Everyone's face was ashamed, and no one was intact.

"A bunch of idiots, they didn't expect that after five hundred years, they didn't make any progress at all. If I knew this, I wouldn't need to sneak attack, and I would be able to send you to the underworld by myself."

Above the dark clouds, the old monster's expression was no longer indifferent, but with a kind of ecstasy of revenge, and his voice was full of jokes.

Then he looked at the head of the Huayu Sect, the Venerable, and mocked: "How about it, aren't you very unwilling?"

"I couldn't really kill me that day, so today, I brought you a disaster of extinction."

"I...I won't let you succeed."

Master Qingyu gritted his teeth and stood up tremblingly.

He was very weak, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength just to stand.

But he didn't give in. He raised his head and looked at the dark cloud above, like a mighty monster.

"Oh, what can you do?"

Seeing that Master Qingyu was still about to struggle, blocking the car with his arms, Jia Laomo's tone softened instead.

Five hundred years!

Wouldn't it be too cheap for him to kill the other party with such an unforgettable hatred?

So he is in no hurry.

Cat and mouse, let the other party exhausted, and then cut off their vitality one by one.

Master Qingyu didn't answer, as if he was trying his luck to turn the mana in his body, the aura flickered all over his body, flickering on and off.

Obviously, he couldn't do this at all, and the mana in his body was still out of control and chaotic.

When Jia Laomo saw this scene, he had no intention of stopping it, instead he laughed leisurely.

"It's really sad. The famous head of Huayu Sect is like a dying mouse."

"But even if you can barely control the mana in your body, what's the use?"

"Even though you narrowly avoided the heart attack just now, you were still seriously injured. What's more, even if you are intact now, how could you possibly be my opponent?"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you easily. I'll put the interesting things at the end. I will kill all the immortal cultivators of the Huayu Sect in front of your face, leaving none behind."

Master Qingyu didn't answer.

Maybe you don't want to, maybe you can't.

He still gritted his teeth, trying to control the mana in his body.

However, at this moment, Jia Laomo's voice reached his ears again: "Do you really think I'm a fool?"

"What?"

Master Qingyu raised his head suddenly.

He who had remained calm all this time had a look of panic on his face.

"It was hit by me."

"You pretend I don't know, are you trying to gather mana to attract my attention?"

Jia Laomo had just finished speaking.

He shot without hesitation.

There was a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, he raised his palm, and pointed a finger lightly towards the front.

However, the goal is not to be the venerable head of the Huayu Sect who is still unwilling to give in after being seriously injured.

But the other one next to him.

This time, Master Qingyu's face changed drastically: "Junior Brother Zhou, hide quickly."

But it was too late.

"ah!"

A scream came to his ears.

The first Baodan Valley fell from the void.

He had just gone to organize the disciples to evacuate, but he didn't follow after sending the order. Instead, he quietly returned here without knowing when.

At this moment, a hole the size of a thumb was pierced in his chest, bleeding profusely, and he almost fainted.

But even so, he still held a magic talisman firmly in his hand.

The style of the talisman is simple and simple, which is very different from ordinary talismans, and the surface exudes a warm luster.

"not good!"

Qing Yu's face was bloodless.

Knowing that the other party had discovered his back, he wanted to pick up the talisman regardless of his injury.

But where is it so easy?

With a wave of his hand, Laomo Jia sent him flying with a slap.

And his other hand has already been raised, lightly grabbing forward.

Immediately, a flash of inspiration flashed, and a big green hand appeared strangely. It reached down like lightning, held the talisman in the palm, and then flew back.

"It was actually a treasure refined by Mahayana monks."

Laomo Jia only took one look, and was shocked.

I felt a trace of fear in my heart.

Although the current Huayu Sect has not declined, it is still in a state of inadequacy.

There are no Mahayana monks sitting in the gate, otherwise, even if you borrow ten courage from him, you will never dare to stroke the tiger's beard.

However, this school claims to be passed down from the lineage of Sanqing, so its background is naturally profound.

There have been many masters in the school, it is not clear whether there are real immortals, but the Mahayana ancestors, in the past dynasties, there have been at least seven or eight.

Although it was all a long time ago, these ancestors would naturally leave treasures for the sect before they died.

For example, the magic talisman in his hand.

And the gap between Mahayana and Tongxuan is even bigger.

If the other party successfully sacrificed this talisman just now, even if he didn't fall, he might have to be severely injured.

Thinking of this, Jia Laomo was dripping with cold sweat, and his face was full of anger.

He sneered and said: "Sure enough, it was a good plan and a good means. Let the master attract my attention in front, but hand this magic talisman into the hands of the weakest elder. It is so unexpected. If I am careless, I will definitely let you The trick worked."

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