I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science

After searching all over his body, Lu Zhu found that apart from the life-saving things left by his master, only the Xuanbing Sword could rival the magic weapon of the alchemy cultivator.

At that moment, she struck with all her strength, the ice sword she sacrificed was surrounded by icy mist, and the cold wind howled into a dragon. In terms of momentum, it was not much worse than the short-handled sledgehammer and the light yellow brocade handkerchief just now.

Seeing this scene, the Zhuangshuo monks in the audience couldn't help but tremble, sighing inwardly that the magic power of the green bamboo is pure and the skills are superb.

Frowning tightly, he felt a little regretful.

The purple-clothed female cultivator on the stage felt more deeply at this time, the sudden drop in temperature around her, and the turbulent spiritual energy all told the power of the green bamboo sword.

At that moment, she didn't have time to think about it, she turned the sword finger a little, and sacrificed the Su Nu sword without holding back.

In the next moment, two flying swords, one ice and one white, met in the air, and after a sharp crisp sound, the Xuanbing sword was bounced hard.

"It's such a powerful magic weapon, it can be hard-wired to Su Nv's sword without destroying it!"

The tiger-skin-coated male cultivator seemed to have forgotten his enmity with Lvzhu at this moment, and exclaimed sincerely.

"Jie Jie, what a generous handwriting, I don't know who is the fellow Taoist who is willing to use such spiritual materials to refine a mere magic weapon!"

In the distance, a black-robed alchemy cultivator was sulking with sour water in a strange way.

However, although the cultivators in the audience talked a lot and had many words of praise, they all thought that Luzhu's nonsense had come to an end.

But only the purple-clothed female cultivator knew that she had suffered a disadvantage in this round of confrontation.

The cold mist dissipated, and the plain girl's sword, which everyone thought would be put on Lu Zhu's neck immediately, was sealed in thin ice.

The natal magic weapon was damaged, and the purple-clothed female cultivator only felt a chill enter her body, and the mana in her meridians immediately stopped functioning. Whether it was casting spells or driving the magic weapon, it would be slower than normal.

Although Luzhu also injured Yuanshen in the duel, but in comparison, this injury is not worth mentioning at all, it is just a sharp pain from Shenhun.

Seeing the success of the scheme, Green Bamboo immediately suppressed the discomfort, frenziedly urging mana to continuously shoot out the ice soul silver needles!

This spell, which was born out of the ordinary ice needle technique, has almost become the innate magical power of Luzhu under the perfect technique compiled by Luo Hong and the addition of her own magic body. Fully display the power of the ice-cold air.

I saw that dots of translucent silver light continued to condense in front of the green bamboo, the first batch just flew out with a "swoosh", and the latter batch was almost formed.

At this time, the purple-clothed female cultivator could only turn the light yellow brocade handkerchief into a curtain to form a cloth wall to resist.

Then, a jaw-dropping scene appeared on the stage.

The dignified monk who formed the alchemy was crushed and beaten by a foundation-builder monk!

As the ice needles burst and released more and more cold air, the aura of the wall gradually faded, and the ice crystals slowly spread.

Now, everyone who just thought that Green Bamboo would bring shame on itself couldn't help but hesitate, after all, as long as the cloth wall sacrificed by the nun in purple crumbles, she will lose.

Could this woman be the Tianjiao disciple of the Taiyi Sect who went down the mountain to practice? Everyone secretly speculated.

Although the current situation is very good, Luzhu knows that the outcome is far from certain, and the power of the ice fog will have to be stacked for several more rounds before the monks in the early stage of alchemy can succumb.

Before that, if she ran out of mana first, the outcome would be reversed immediately.

Only if she doesn't take a wrong step, as a foundation establishment monk, can she defeat the alchemy monk.

Soon! Soon! There are still the last three rounds, my mana can hold it!

However, just when Lu Zhu gritted his teeth and persisted, the aura of the purple-clothed female cultivator in the ice mist suddenly increased significantly, and her cultivation level jumped from the early stage of alchemy to the middle stage of alchemy!

There is no doubt that this may be the normal cultivation level of the purple-clothed nun!

The next moment, the aura of the goose yellow brocade handkerchief surged, and it rolled like a flying skirt, enveloping the surrounding ice mist in an instant.

The female cultivator in purple took the opportunity to fly into the air and broke through the killing formation of green bamboos. Anger flashed in her crystal eyes, and with a wave of her arms, two strands of purple air flew out, condensing into two purple foxes halfway through. .

Looking at the purple-clothed female cultivator in the air, for some reason, Lu Zhu felt that the other party was extremely good-looking, her cheeks turned rosy, and her reaction was much slower.

Charm? Amazing!

After the nun in purple revealed her mid-stage alchemy, Luzhu knew she was doomed, and the huge gap in mana was enough to wipe out all plots and schemes.

After recovering from the strange state, the two purple foxes with condensed spells approached him. Lu Zhu could only take out a gold-backed silver-patterned talisman, and opened his mouth to admit defeat.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from behind the crowd.

For a moment, no matter it was the green bamboo and the purple-clothed female cultivator on the ring, or everyone watching the battle under the ring, they couldn't help but turn their heads to see what happened.

Ever since, they saw the stunning scene of the collapse of the mountain at the same time.

A top of Shuangqin Mountain has collapsed!

An hour ago, on the second basement floor of Sima's Shuanglong Pavilion.

Throwing away the foundation cultivator whose primordial spirit had been broken, Luo Hong didn't search for the souls of the other two formation masters. known.

After killing one person, the disgust in Luo Hong's heart dissipated a lot, but after pondering for a while, he felt that he had to take care of this matter.

If the Sima family still occupied only one hilltop of Shuangqin Mountain as before, even if Luo Hong couldn't understand their demonic ways, at most they would destroy the rulers of the Sima family, and it would be enough to frighten them.

But now that Sima's family has extended their influence to the hilltop where the entrance of Wentian Cave Mansion is located, he has to investigate this matter clearly to see who is behind the scenes.

After all, Luo Hong was not sure that he would be able to remove the Wudao tea tree smoothly, so he might have to come a few times, and he didn't want to be picked halfway through the peaches.

Just a cultivator family with a monk in the early stage of Yuanying is not in the sphere of influence of the demonic way. If he dares to act like this, he must have the backing of a big force.

Only when he finds out, can he decide how to deal with it.

Thinking in this way, Luo Hong violently opened the door of the stone room directly, ignoring the triggering restriction, and stretched out her hand to take the thin-skinned and tender-skinned young man in.

Without the auspices of the formation master, the refining formation outside the stone chamber had long since ceased. Although the young monks still had their eyes closed, they no longer seemed to be in pain.

After removing the spirit-suppressing talisman on the young monk's forehead, Luo Hong first cast a stream of pure mana on him, and then popped out a elixir with his fingers to make him swallow.

With such a two-pronged approach, just counting breaths, the complexion of the young monk gradually turned rosy.

"wake up."

At this time, Luo Hongyong yelled softly with a voice of spiritual consciousness, and the eyelids of the young monk immediately trembled.

As for Sima Xiao in Shenwang Palace, he also received feedback from the power of restraint not long ago.