Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 69

[Chapter 69]

The Earth Flame Sword stabbed on the stone pillar and slid away, and the stone pillar was empty. Ye Ting knew that he was not a sword cultivator, and it was impossible to break the formation with swordsmanship. He just wanted to test how the magic weapon would destroy the formation.

It’s useless, why don’t you run away? The twelve people were still more than twenty miles away. With Nagarjuna taking him away, it shouldn’t be difficult. Just really abandoned Li Zhenyi?

As soon as he left, Li Zhenyi was dead.

I don’t understand why Jian Xiu is so arrogant, the long sword in Ye Ting’s hand is already hanging down, and the mysterious turtle’s hidden breath method is unfolded.

“Aren’t you going to do it?” Nagarjuna’s voice trembled a little, her senses were farther than Ye Ting’s, and all the plants on the ground were her eyes. Among the twelve cultivators, three were strong in the formation of elixir. One of them is the Golden Core Five Calamities.

The worst thing is that these three cultivators have magic tools on their bodies, which means that they were born in a large sect, and their foundations are absolutely solid.

“Nagarjuna, are you afraid?” Ye Ting’s voice was a little misty. At such a close distance, Nagarjuna’s perception of him was minimized. She stared at Ye Ting hard, for fear that if she closed her eyes, Ye Ting would disappear from her perception.

“Master’s favor, Wang Lieyang has already paid it back. How long can I leave it behind?”

Nagarjuna’s face was the same as that of an old tree bark, her short spear clenched tightly, and a small emerald arrow slipped out of her sleeve. She slowly leaned against Ye Ting and let the power of the mysterious turtle hide her completely wrap her up.

She’s just timid and not stupid. Wang Lieyang taught Ye Ting swordsmanship, that is to return Yu Wenxuan’s favor. When the favor is always exhausted, not to mention the favor has nothing to do with her. These days, Wang Lieyang hasn’t even said a word to her.

The sect will only shelter its own disciples, the Tianci Sect is long gone, and only I survived.

Surrounded by one hundred and eight stone pillars, they turned into stone walls and towered into the clouds. Li Zhenyi’s face did not change, and the long sword slashed horizontally, slashing the stone wall one by one, leaving deeper and deeper sword marks.

The light of the sword is like snow, and the energy of the sword is like thunder.

A single sword can break through all methods, no matter how subtle your formation is, at most it is rooted in the earth veins and seduces the vitality of heaven and earth to form a barrier. There are always weaknesses between operations. Under the impact of sword energy, the weaknesses of the formation are naturally fed back.

The sword marks on the stone wall were quickly repaired, but Li Zhen’s clothes did not change color. As long as you catch a weak point, you can break it with a single sword. In such a predicament, he only regarded it as a practice.

Nagarjuna’s dress was thin, and Ye Ting felt that the old monster who was leaning on was cold and had little chance to leak out. Fortunately, she taught her some secret methods at the beginning, otherwise her mysterious tortoise secret method wouldn’t be able to cover her.

The distance of the enemy is only ten miles away.

“I’ll kill the strongest one, you protect my safety.” Ye Ting finally reminded Nagarjuna that he is no longer afraid of the backlash in his soul, but it’s hard to tell if the enemy is too strong. To be off. There were a total of three cultivators in the formation of pills, and Nagarjuna accidentally dealt with it, and the two of them would die here.

Fortunately, the enemy did not dare to get too close when calculating the sword cultivator of Yuejian Sect. The induction of the cultivator of the pills could release the range of a hundred miles. The three cultivators of the pills were hidden a hundred miles away, waiting for the formation to be activated.

Nagarjuna nodded slowly, expressing understanding.

She was a little helpless, and Ye Ting was a little crazy, just like a monk from the Heavenly Sect. They are too young to understand the value of life. Only after living for millions of years did I realize that in this world, survival is the only important thing.

This young man has too many fantasies, and it has nothing to do with how to live.

Sadly, in this world, the only human beings he trusts are the teenagers around him. The enemy is about to reach the attack range, and he has to go crazy with him.

Ye Ting didn’t know what Nagarjuna was thinking, his hand for holding the sword had never been so firm.

Before that, I wanted to learn from the master, control everything, and cultivate the devil’s heart. Therefore, the future of Liu Wenji’s mother and daughter was planned, and even everything was arranged for Huyanyu.

Meeting Zi Shi, it became a joke, nothing.

Because oneself is doing things, and the master is doing people. The entire Fengzhou practice world has revolved around the master for eight thousand years. But the master’s heart is in Jinao Island.

The master slaughter died after bearing the consequences. If he bears the consequences himself, he will kill the Zi clan.

The three cultivators of Pill Formation galloped like lightning, leaving behind their subordinates and coming to the periphery of the formation. In the competition for the secret realm, the monks in the infant realm kept their distance and sensed each other. Moon Sword Sect is too arrogant, and the cultivators of Pill Formation are all alone, which is why there is a trap in front of them.

The leader of the monk stopped suddenly, his long hair flew, the skin on his fingertips cracked, and he touched the metal array plate flying out of his sleeve. A drop of blood fell, and one hundred and eight runes on the metal array plate lit up.

Li Zhenyi was still swinging his sword, and every time he went down, there was dust flying on the stone wall, and deep sword marks criss-crossed, like a face covered with scars, looking at Jianxiu indifferently, waiting for him to be exhausted. .

Li Zhenyi’s sword intent was like a tide, and he cut into the stone wall to find the weakness of the formation. This weak point is called the formation eye, and the magic door is called the vitality lock. When a sword hits, the formation will naturally crack.

There was a roar in the sky, and a thick stone pillar with a diameter of 10 feet fell from the sky. Li Zhenyi swung his sword as before, but there was a chisel of sword light above the long sword and greeted him.

The cultivator’s fingertips continuously tapped on the metal array plate. Every time he clicked, a stone pillar smashed into Li Zhenyi in the array. One sword breaks all methods? Show it to me!

Li Zhenyi is mocking, sad guy, so he wants to kill himself? The sword light on his long sword differentiated, one turned into two, and two turned into three. Naturally, he can’t differentiate into the myriad ways of sword light, but there is also an upper limit to the power of the formation to extract the earth’s veins and vitality.

The cultivator frowned slightly, Li Zhenyi’s strength was beyond his expectation. If this goes on, if he catches the eye of the formation, it will be a big trouble. When the sword comes down, the formation collapses…

The sword cultivator broke through the formation, which has always been beautiful and full of violence. The cultivator was uneasy. Just as he was about to strengthen his attack, a voice sounded in his soul without warning: It’s spring, you know the sin!

Heaven asked about swordsmanship? Wang Lieyang!

The monk was startled by this and went numb from head to toe. The sword light in the Niwan Palace lit up, breaking open from the inside of the soul. A wisp of blue smoke entangling the soul burned, and the sound of the brocade tearing was extremely harsh. A jade talisman attached to the monk’s neck directly turned into smoke.

A small emerald green arrow appeared on top of his head unpredictably, and the two cultivators were unaware. A bronze mirror in the cultivator’s heart had already shot out a red light, facing Nagarjuna’s demon weapon. In the red light, a monster with scales and armor fluttered its teeth and claws, and rushed towards the monster.

The emerald green arrow trembled as if frightened, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The red light rushed into the air, but the small arrow drilled out of the soil under the monk’s feet, passing through the heel, calf, thigh…

The cultivator Jiedan, whose bones are as hard as iron, made a sound of bouncing as the little emerald arrow passed through, shattering all the way. The cultivator shouted angrily when his soul was severely damaged, and a silver radiance erupted from his dantian, and the sound of metal impact was deafening.

The demon weapon suddenly flew out of the monk’s lower abdomen, turned into a phantom and disappeared, returning to Nagarjuna’s sleeve. She snorted dully, and thick demon blood dripped from her nostrils.

The cultivator’s Danhai was shattered, and the dragon tree demon weapon was injured, and the dying person was also extremely hot. This backlash hurt Nagarjuna badly, and the emerald green arrow was temporarily unavailable.

The cultivator shattered Dan Hai, and under the impact of infuriating energy, the other leg was blown out. He stabbed the ground fiercely, the wound collided with the ground, and slowly fell backwards. He twitched violently, his eyes were blank, but he refused to die.

Ye Ting’s body trembled even more violently, his infuriating rage rushed towards the Earth Flame Sword in his hand.

In the battle belt, the three demonic lunar eclipse pills were stimulated at the same time, poured into the acupoints, and frantically distributed medicinal properties, trying to replenish the infuriating energy. It’s just meaningless, the Earth Flame Sword in Ye Ting’s hand has turned into a four-footed sword light, trembling endlessly.

How could this be!

This backlash is weird, how could it be possible to get out of control after the inquisition is done!

“Dragon Tree!”

“Young Master Ye?” Nagao Shu looked at Ye Ting who was trembling, and suddenly felt a fragile emotion in his heart. If he died, who would he rely on?

“Protect me.” Ye Ting changed his mind. It was pointless to ask Nagarjuna for medicinal pills. He was venting endlessly, even the Demon Han Yuan Dan could not replenish it.

Nagarjuna took a step forward and stood in front of Ye Ting, confused.

Ye Ting sat cross-legged and looked back at the Purple Mansion. In the sea of knowledge of the Zifu, a sword light suddenly lit up, circling around his soul, and could not fall.

Ye Ting was stunned, the sword light hasn’t dissipated yet?

The last time I killed a cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect, there was no such thing at all! Yes, this time I didn’t kill the enemy, the sword light is still there, but why not cut it down, my soul can bear it.

The soul’s face was blurred, looking at the sword light under the protection of Karma Tianluo.

The enemy is immortal, and the guilt is constantly being questioned!

Ye Ting was terrified. After the medicinal properties of the medicinal herbs were exhausted, the body would extract the source of life from the Qinglian Purgatory in the Demon World. After the source of life was exhausted, the infuriating energy would be exhausted and the acupoints would collapse.

Only by killing the cultivator and letting him die, can the backlash in his Purple Mansion Sea of Knowledge be eliminated. It’s just his state, how can he still have the strength to strike again?

If the cultivator was in front of him, it would be enough to cut off his head with a single blow after the guilt beheading.

An alchemy cultivator, I don’t know how long it will take to wait for him to die. If this goes on, he will die in front of him! It’s just that there shouldn’t be such a huge loophole in Inquisition Slash, and no one can guarantee that the enemy can be killed with a single sword.

The two cultivators of Pill Formation had already discovered Nagarjuna and Ye Ting, but they looked at their senior brothers at the time of spring. When Fengchun’s half body twitched on the ground, what kind of strong enemy is, the brother is still beaten to death with two magic weapons!

The tragic situation of the senior brother made them suspicious and frightened. Could this be the conspiracy of the Moon Sword Sect?

Ye Ting’s thoughts turned slightly, and he had let go of the Karma Tianluo, the circling sword light suddenly plunged into the Karma Tianluo, and Ye Ting’s soul also heard the ruthless shout.

Ye Ting, you are guilty!