Mortal Cultivation: Starting from a Casual Cultivator

Like an arrow escaping the light, it turned into a circle of starlight and converged away, from which two figures appeared.

The one on the left, dressed as a middle-aged Taoist priest, is upright with a smile on his face; the one on the right is a big man with an iron tower, full of evil spirits and serious. Those who came were the Zhiyang Master of Taizhen Sect, the leader of Tiannan Righteous Path, and the old devil Hehuan, the leader of Hehuan Sect of Demon Dao.

The second of the three great monks in Tiannan.

"Boy, this seat said that enough is enough!"

The old devil Hehuan stepped forward, and the void spanned more than a hundred feet, only a thousand feet away from Wang Li. At the same time, the consciousness of the late Yuanying was released, and the majestic momentum was suppressed, and the air seemed to freeze.

Within dozens of miles, the rustling leaves seemed to be felt, and all of them were curled, and the mid-air breeze seemed to be felt, frozen and silent.

Even the monks in Tiantian City, a hundred miles away, tensed their bodies, as if they felt the pressure of the wordless.

At this moment, even though all the immortal cultivators in the city knew that this matter had nothing to do with them, and that the situation would not affect them, everyone would be safe; but they still held their breath subconsciously, not daring to let out a breath.

Among them, Nie Ying and several other Huangfenggu disciples who were wandering in the city, such as the contemporary three masters of the Chen family, looked nervously at the sky outside the city, and they all sweated for their masters.

"Old Ancestor, calm down."

However, Wang Li still calmly repeated his previous declaration: "Wang thinks it's not enough!"

Countless high-level monks in Tiantian City were moved and their eyes widened;

Nie Ying waited for Huang Fenggu's disciples, their brains buzzed, their faces turned pale, and they could no longer hear any noise around them;

The smile on Master Zhiyang's face froze, and the sun gradually turned cloudy;

Old Demon Hehuan's already dark complexion turned even darker, gloomy and terrifying.

This is slapping them in the face in public.

But he didn't think about it either. Wasn't his call to stop also slapping Wang Li in the face?

Moreover, there is a high probability that these two old clappers led the whole story; otherwise, why did they come out of the attic of Tianjing's old way? We are not blind.

"Then I want to learn about the brilliant moves of fellow Taoists."

The big man frowned, and his body was full of mana. The originally silent land of a hundred miles suddenly became howling with wind and air pressure, and there was a faint sense of turbulent waves.

"Why, the friendly discussion between Wang and fellow Daoist Tianjing hasn't ended yet, so fellow Daoist Yi can't wait? The rules you set yourself are not in your interests, so now you take the lead and don't abide by them, right? "

Wang Li taunted the old devil Hehuan with a noncommittal face, and then released his aura, and confronted the old devil head-on!

The mana was vented violently, the ground rumbled and trembled, and countless small stones danced wildly like ants on a hot pot. The mountain hums, and the gravel rushes down; the river boils, and the waves roll back. And at the same time, an equally incomparably vast spiritual consciousness spread across the sky and covered the sky, launching an invisible collision between the two.

At the moment of the collision, there was a series of crackling and roaring muffled thunder sounds.

The sound spreads for thousands of miles, and goes straight to the sea of ​​consciousness.

The millions of low-ranking monks who were unsuspecting in Tiantian City lost their hearing in an instant, and most of them rolled their eyes and fell down. Only those above the tenth level of Qi Refining did not faint immediately, but they also knelt on the ground in groups, their legs were weak and trembling.

Those in the foundation-building period were fine, because of the distance, they just staggered back a few steps one after another. Few of them fell down on the ground, and most of them were sweating profusely and panting with kidney deficiency.

"Divine Consciousness Transformation."

The alchemy cultivators, who were slightly swaying, exclaimed.

"No, there is another divine sense transformation!"

The ancestors in the Nascent Soul stage had sharper eyesight, quicker and sharper super-nervous reactions and senses, and they could see at a glance that the spiritual consciousness of the two had clashed at least a thousand times!

This is a method at the monk level.

"Quickly open the protective formation."

"Quick, quick"

There was a flutter of chickens and dogs in the city, and the walls were lit up with forbidden lights one after another, and finally formed a colorful inverted giant bowl, which tightly protected the millions of people inside.

Huang Fenggu, who witnessed all this, widened their eyes in disbelief.

Then excited and ecstatic.

The various changes in the mind are hard to describe in words.

Besides, the collision of mana between the two people outside the city has already fallen into a stalemate. The original blue sky now presents a strange scene where the sky is azure, the sky on the other side is gloomy and black, and a certain area on the side is like a burning cloud.

In addition, the mana tides that surged on both sides, one showed a burning shape, like a fire; the other showed a spiral shape, like a vortex.

For a while, it was hard to tell the winner.

"No, the flame in Huangfeng Valley is even stronger!"

There was an old monster who had cultivated spiritual powers, and was the first to notice something wrong with the subtleties, so he gasped.

When the others heard this, their pupils shrank immediately.

If true, that would be a little scary.

"How can it be?"

Everyone has not forgotten that the monsters in Huangfeng Valley still maintain another battle circle where one hand imprisoned Tianjing Daoist! In other words, this contest was launched under the situation of one against two, which itself was unequal.

However, with one against two, it is still more than enough.

What a joke! In the later period, under the premise that the "sub-level monks" who were not as good as themselves were distracted by others, and under the condition of taking advantage of all the advantages, instead of taking advantage, they faintly showed signs of decline?

impossible.

No way.

Neither of the two Heavenly Hate Bosses could do this.

In all the battles over the past tens of thousands of years, the late Nascent Soul was able to outnumber the opponents in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Even if the masters in the mid-term have the two-in-one or even three-in-one combined attack secret technique, even if the top monks in the mid-term are fighting, such as the couple of Long Hanfeng Bing, they cannot achieve a counterattack.

At most, it can be compared to a late-stage combat power to contain.

If it was an ordinary Nascent Soul mid-stage monk, he would be repelled or even killed by the big monk in a face-to-face meeting, without any suspense.

It's good right now, the middle stage of Nascent Soul is facing the late stage of Nascent Soul, even though it's just a preliminary and simple test, the former also looks like it's about to overwhelm the latter. In the entire history of Immortal Dao, there are not many who can do this step, right? But whoever leaves such rumors behind is probably a generation of legends, and even finally broke through that field and flew away.

Could it be this one too.

Everyone's thoughts were slightly sluggish and infinitely divergent. They feel that the common sense they have accumulated for hundreds of years has been subverted.

Incredible.

"Fellow Daoist wants to be a chess player who plays games with us. This level is not good. As for being a peacemaker and saving people, please feel free. Wang promises not to intervene indiscriminately."

Wang Li joked with a smile, not at all nervous about facing the two big monks.

In terms of mana quality, he is slightly inferior to the big monk; but in terms of mana reserves and production speed, the Yi Laomo of the Acacia Sect is far behind him. The combination of the two phases gives him the upper hand.

"you wanna die!"

Where has the old devil Hehuan, who has always been superior to others, been provoked like this? Earthworm-like veins immediately formed on his forehead, obviously extremely furious. But Jie Jie, who gritted his teeth, calmed down after chuckling in a low voice.

On the other side, Master Zhiyang, who was in doubt, had no intention of intervening. If the two of them go up together, even if they win, it will be embarrassing; if they lose, it will be even more embarrassing.

In this way, neither advancing nor retreating, quietly fell into the embarrassing situation of riding a tiger.

These two dumbass really think that Mr. Wang is as easy to bully as Han Li.

"Fellow Daoist Yi, let me put it this way: from now on, I will only use this right hand to maintain the Eight-door Golden Flame, and will not make any other movements. Fellow Daoist Zhiyang can stare outside. And Daoist As for you, if you have the ability, you can enter it to save people. Tsk tsk, the steps we gave you are enough for you to stand firm again and not fall down?"

Shut the words, smiled kindly, and waited for the old devil to make a decision.

However, anyone who heard this felt a chill down their spine.

This is not a step to send people down, it is clearly a ladder to send people up all the way, lest the old devil He Huan will not fall to his death in the end!

"It won't really start a fight, will it?"

The hearts of countless people rose to their throats little by little.

But at this moment, a tyrannical air machine approached here rapidly from far to near.

Wang Li glanced lightly, and then confirmed who it was.

It must be the firefighters who rushed over at full speed after receiving an emergency voice transmission from the garrison of Tiantian City: Huayimen, Wei Wuya. Another one of the three late monks in Tiannan.

"Several, let's stop here."

Before the person arrives, the voice of spiritual consciousness arrives first.

The strength of this man's consciousness is slightly higher than that of Hehuan Old Demon, and he is indeed the oldest of the three monks.

But having said that, Old Demon Hehuan's mana cultivation is really not weak, and after surviving the first few waves of tentative collisions, he has completely stabilized his position. The whole is like a reef, forcibly withstood the slapping waves of Mount Tai that were rolled up by the successive mana tides. Wang Li had no choice but to affirm the superiority in mana quality.

"You Daoist Wei, be polite."

As a high-quality customer and a potential stock in the future, Wang Li still has a lot of face for this seasoned man dressed in Confucian shirts.

"No, fellow daoist Wu, it's fellow daoist Wang! I haven't seen you for many years, but you still have the same demeanor as fellow daoist."

The old man sighed secretly.

The reunion after more than 20 years was actually in this way.

To be honest, he didn't want to get involved in such a shitty thing, but this kind of bad thing happened on his site; and as the organizer of the Tiannan No. 1 Trade Fair, he had no reason to shrink back watch a play.

Glancing at Jin Yanzhong, whose cassock was completely ruined, his body was charred, his body was bruised, and his parents would never recognize him, the corner of the old man's mouth twitched.

Basically what happened, he knew. This time, the League of Nine Nations was duly tricked by the so-called own people.

"Wei Daoyou is worthy of being a scholar, and his words are pleasant to hear; unlike some crooked people who come up and yell, in case others don't know that he wants to rule the world forever."

Although it was only the old devil Hehuan who was aiming the cannon fire at him, his eyes did not ignore the respectable Master Zhiyang.

Now he kind of understands the reason why Tianhen boss is so upset with this guy and has to fight with him.

This is a ruthless character who is not fully sure and will not make a move easily. It is a poisonous snake that hugs the harmless bright side of humans and animals and hides its fangs in the dark.

There is a high probability that Yi Laomo of the Hehuan Sect was used as a gun.

In other words, if Daoist Tianjing is on the first floor and Laomo is on the second floor, then Master Zhiyang is on the third floor.

"Wang Daoyou has such cultivation at such a young age, and the future is boundless; he must soon become one of my great monks, and even hope to go further. By then, the unification of Tiannan is just around the corner!"

As soon as these words came out, not only Wei Wuya and Master Zhiyang raised their eyebrows, but the breathing of countless Nascent Soul monks in Tiantian City stagnated.

How much pain was brought to this land by a certain person who tried to unify Tiannan in the period of transformation of gods, but anyone who has recorded it in the sect understands it to some extent.

At this moment, everyone looked at Wang Li with something wrong.

"If you don't have good skill, you can win with your mouth? Yi Laomo, with your heart, you can't do it. You are afraid that others will improve their cultivation base and see others' good, so you always turn corners and think of ways to suppress the younger generation of heroes; with this Dao heart Dabbing in the immortal way, you can at most rely on the background of the sect to enter the late stage of the Nascent Soul! Look at Fellow Daoist Wei, who fights with others, but always has an open mind.

For others, the road gets wider and wider; for you, the road gets narrower and narrower! "

He sneered a few words with a look of indifference, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart: this thief grandson wants to slander him!

"Furthermore, if Wang can one day become a powerhouse in the transformation stage, at that time, the grass on your grave will be three feet high. What are you worrying about?"

All the high-ranking monks suddenly woke up when they heard the words.

Yes, this person has to enter the late stage of Nascent Soul before he has the opportunity to try to go further.

However, it is not so easy to become a great monk, this is probably not something that will happen in dozens of hundreds of years.

And from the Yuan Dynasty to the peak of the Yuan Dynasty, at least three or four hundred years of hard work will be required! And even if one's cultivation reaches the peak of the Yuan Dynasty, with the current environment of the world, it is impossible to transform into a god without a great opportunity. Otherwise, how come there has never been a legend of the transformation of gods among the many amazing and brilliant monks in Tiannan for thousands of years? That is the late existence of thirty or forty Nascent Souls.

So, what are they worrying about?

What happens four or five hundred years later is none of their business! They are almost as high as the grass on the grave.

This Acacia old devil is very bad.