I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science

Qingyun Temple is located on top of several peaks around Qingyun Peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, once ordinary people break into it, they will lose their way, and they can only get out by kneeling down and confessing their sins.

Today, two uninvited guests ushered in the sky above the clouds and mists. One had an ordinary face and was dressed as a scribe, while the other was dressed in fluttering white.

"Brother Luo, here is the Qingyun Temple, should we pay respects first and then send a greeting card?"

Dong Lijun's eyes were bright, looking at the mountain guard formation in Qingyun Temple below.

"Don't bother, just say hello!"

After finishing speaking, Luo Hong's right palm slammed black, and a three-foot-long pitch-black ghost claw condensed out above the formation.

Immediately, without saying a word, Luo Hong pressed her right palm down fiercely, and saw the Raksha ghost hand also smashed down, and hit a layer of red mask that suddenly appeared.

"Brother Luo, this is the double-yang demon formation, and it is extremely restrained against treasures with yin attributes, you"

Seeing the gloomy spirit in the hands of the Raksha ghost, Dong Lijun hurriedly reminded her, but unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, the Raksha ghost's hand was actually holding the raging red sun fire, and tore out a piece of the mask. big hole.

"Fellow Taoist of Qingyun Temple, come out and meet."

At this time, Luo Hong didn't take advantage of the trend to break into it, but let out a voice transmission.

With the blessing of great mana, Luo Hong's light words echoed clearly in Qingyun Peak and the surrounding peaks, and immediately made all the Taoist priests in Qingyun Temple look up.

The red-faced old man's face turned cold when he heard the sound, and his eyes showed a fierce look. Leaving the two female Taoist priests behind, they turned into a ray of light and walked towards the gap in the formation.

"Where is the Taoist friend, come to my Qingyun Temple to make trouble?!"

The red-faced old Taoist is the great elder of Qingyun Temple, and the only monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul in the temple.

Seeing him come forward to deal with it, all the Taoist priests in the audience couldn't help feeling relieved, and then thought of watching the fun.

The red-faced old man was not far away, and in addition, he flew away at full speed in a rage, and within ten breaths he came to the gap in the formation.

Looking around, I saw two Nascent Soul cultivators, a man and a woman, hanging outside the formation, and there was no trace of the other party's means to break through the formation.

Among them, the female cultivator, with a red face and an old Taoist impression, is Mr. Li Shan from the Hongru Academy. The Haoran Dangqi Art is very pure, and she is not easy to match.

However, if she dared to break into the mountain gate of Qingyun Temple alone, she would not know how to write death!

Therefore, after the red-faced old man glanced at Dong Lijun, he turned his attention to the scribe man beside her.

Sweeping through his consciousness, the red-faced old man only felt that the other party was covered in a layer of cloud and mist, he couldn't see through or distinguish clearly, and Mr. Li Shan vaguely regarded him as the main one.

This person is not simple, must be handled with care!

Although the red-faced old man trembled in his heart, he was leaning against the sect at this time, and he thought that even if the monks in the late Yuanying period came in person, he would not be able to take him down in a short time, so he did not show any timidity at the moment, and asked with a frosty face:

"Who is your Excellency, why did you break my formation?"

"Haha, I was just saying hello, I hope fellow Taoists don't blame me.

My surname is Luo and my name is Hong. I am a loose cultivator in the mountains. I am here for no other reason than to ask you Qingyun Temple to hand over one person! "

Luo Hong chuckled and responded politely.

"Hand over?"

The red-faced old man pondered for a while, then realized who Luo Hong was talking about, and then a sneer appeared on his face, he stared at Dong Lijun and said:

"What? Is Hongru Academy planning to stand up for the disciples who joined the world?

Fairy Dong, have you thought through the consequences of doing this? ! "

"Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding, this matter is led by Luo, and has nothing to do with Hongru Academy.

Luo Mou and Qi Fenglei are old acquaintances, and I asked fellow Taoists to save face, they have been locked up for ten years, and it is almost the same! "

At this moment Luo Hong put on a pleasant face, which was completely different from when she just broke through the crowd without saying a word.

"Hmph, there's no face to talk about!

Since one Jiazi is set, one must be closed!

If he is released in advance, how can my Qingyun Temple gain a foothold in Dajin! "

The red-faced old man was unwilling to back down a step, and said very forcefully.

After hearing this, all the Taoist priests in the temple, big and small, were excited and full of enthusiasm, wishing to contribute to Qingyun temple immediately.

"Oh, then don't stand still!" Luo Hong said seemingly casually.

"What!"

The red-faced old man suddenly suspected that he had heard it wrong, but he soon lost the mood to distinguish.

As soon as the words fell, Luo Hong did not hesitate to sacrifice the Raksha ghost hand, gathered a huge ghost hand, and slapped the red-faced old man.

"Late overhaul!"

Sensing the breath of mana released by Luo Hong, the red-faced old man's complexion changed suddenly, and he didn't dare to take the Raksha ghost's hand forcefully. With a flash of his figure, he retreated into the big formation.

The gap that was blasted by Luo Hong just now has already recovered at this time, but the Shuangyang Demon Array in normal state obviously cannot stop Luo Hong's offensive.

The red-faced old man knew this very well, so after retreating into the formation, he immediately sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the Qianyang Fire Orb.

The dragon pattern on the surface of the bead flashed, and the next moment it came alive, twisted its body and flew away from the orb, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a huge gilded fire dragon more than thirty feet long.

As soon as the dragon appeared, he opened his mouth and sucked in, swallowing the countless scarlet flames condensed into his belly. Not only did the flames on his body become stronger, but his aura also increased sharply, faintly breaking through the late Nascent Soul Posture!

But despite displaying such amazing supernatural powers, the red-faced old man didn't look any better, and at this moment he said in a solemn voice:

"All the disciples of Qingyun Temple immediately entered the formation and fought against the enemy together with the old man!

Nephew Leng, quickly find your master and tell him to leave immediately! go! "

Just as he was speaking, the ghost hand of Raksha had already fled to the vicinity of the dragon's head, and saw the golden fire dragon's red sun bursting out in its eyes, and it opened its mouth to spit out a thick pillar of demon-swinging flames.

It stands to reason that under the flames of the supreme yang spirit, a magic weapon with such a gloomy spirit as the Raksha Ghost Hand would definitely be severely injured.

However, the silk of the ghost-faced silkworm is invulnerable to water and fire, and the mere scarlet flames can't hurt it at all.

Therefore, Luo Hong squeezed her right fist violently, driving the Raksha ghost hand against the pillar of fire in front of her, continuously blasting upwards, smashing hard on the dragon head of the gilded fire dragon with the momentum of breaking bamboo.

The strength of this blow was really ferocious, and the huge dragon head of the gold-plated fire dragon was dented in a large part, and it fell back and fell over with a howl.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo Hong raised her mana suddenly, and the Raksha ghost hand doubled in an instant, turning into a giant hand more than six feet long. body.

"not good!"

Seeing this, the red-faced old man knew that he was going to suffer, and quickly cast a spell to make the body of the gilded fire dragon inflate again, trying to push away the Raksha ghost's hand.

But as Luo Hong's right hand slowly exerted force, instead of being stretched, the Raksha ghost's hand pinched the dragon's body and sank.