Chapter 103: Old Monster Qiong, stop it! The sky was its sheath, and a cold sword of ice soul was immersed in it. One hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and the sword was hidden in the sky, shining brightly and making it difficult to see clearly. [Lead with a sword] Li Xunhuan drew out his sword, spun it around, and slashed it down fiercely. The heaven and earth responded to the command, lightning gathered together, forming a column of light that fell down in an instant. . . . A hundred miles away, Hong Fu and Lei Wanhe were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. As far as the eye can see, everything around is shrouded in darkness. There was only a hole in the sky ahead, and a thick bolt of lightning burst out from it, illuminating everything around.
Then, the second, the third, Countless lightning bolts intertwined, making it impenetrable. There was also a deafening thunder. Unimaginable shock. Hong Fu was stunned, muttering to herself, "The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder, and the brilliant power of heaven is used to attract it with the sword!" This is the middle stage of foundation building. Can Li Xunhuan do this? She still couldn't believe it, and turned to look at Lei Wanhe. "Junior brother, is this the thunder technique you passed down?" "I passed it down?" Lei Wanhe had a strange look on his face, his hands at his waist were shaking a little, and he almost couldn't maintain his master's demeanor. What did I transmit? I don't understand it either. So, he put away his shocked expression, coughed, “Yes, this is my Nine Heavens Thunder Summoning Art. I taught this technique to Xun Huan in the past, but I didn’t expect that this guy actually learned a few moves.” Hong Fu rarely smiled, and her beauty even stunned Lei Wanhe, but her ironic tone embarrassed him and brought him back to his senses. "That junior brother is really amazing," "Haha, just so so." Hearing Lei Wanhe's admission, Qiong Laoguai could no longer hold back and revealed his true form. "Lei Wanhe, right? I heard you are good at thunder magic," Lei Wanhe suddenly stopped showing off, as this guy might really take action. Then he changed the subject and fled away. "Well, my apprentice is still fighting, I have to go over and take a look."
But compared to before, he flew neither fast nor slow. In his opinion, Zhong Cheng was at the end of his rope and had no room for struggle. The facts were just as he expected, but also a little different. Zhong Cheng’s first thought was to escape. However, his subconscious told him that he was locked in. You can't get out of the range of this thunder magic. His second thought was to try to rescue him. In the air, he looked up, trying to find Li Xunhuan. In his physical eyes and spiritual consciousness, there was only an extremely dazzling light that made it impossible for him to look directly at it. Zhong Cheng couldn't help but raise one hand, put it in front of his face, and search through the gap between his fingers. Can't find it, still can't find it. The next second, I found it. But at this moment, his whole body was numb and he couldn't move. In his horrified eyes, the tip of the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword appeared first, followed by the hand and the person. There is lightning all over the body. It's like a god descending to earth. His pupils dilated and expanded as he watched the sword and the man fly over and then fly away. Time slows down. He turned his head and his eyes met Li Xunhuan's. Cold and without a single ripple. There is a cloud pattern between the eyebrows. Then, all the spiritual energy in his body dissipated, and his eyes fell into endless darkness. Li Xunhuan passed by Zhong Cheng. The escape technique was extremely fast, like a blue light falling to the ground. "Zheng!" He stood up quickly, lowered the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword in his hand, making a sword sound, pointed the tip of the sword at the ground, and stood up after putting the sword away. Behind him, Zhong Cheng's body fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. One is still, the other is moving, forming a sharp contrast.
Li Xunhuan often felt relieved. survived. Only by understanding can you understand the horror of it. No wonder the Jindan stage regards the foundation building stage as an ant. in addition, The Secret of Controlling Thunder with the Divine Sword is truly terrifying, and each strike is truly a powerful strike. Build the foundation and kill the elixir! So terrifying. By the way, with such a big commotion, I think everyone must have seen it. No matter what, the things on Uncle Zhong Cheng’s body are his. He turned his body and just raised his legs. Suddenly, the sky changed again. A crack appeared in the sky, and a ray of sunlight shone in diagonally, falling on his next step. Then, a second ray of light, and a third ray of light. no more, no less, It was like a spotlight, projected onto the ground, guiding him on the way forward. Li Xunhuan raised his slender eyebrows and took a firm step forward. The square steps are very steady and look very scholarly. There is darkness all around, but I am in the light. . . . Loved by heaven and earth! This thought came to the mind of those who saw it. This youngster is amazing. In a place that Li Xunhuan could not see, eight Nascent Soul cultivators watched him move forward step by step. Murder, arson, storage bag. After a long while, Linghu stroked his beard, shook his head in dissatisfaction, and explained for him, "It's ridiculous how lucky I am." The old Taoist of Qingxu Sect widened his eyes and refuted. "The Daoist sect emphasizes one principle, two fortunes, and three feng shui. I think that fellow Daoist Linghu will definitely be an immortal and live forever." "No, the man who just reached the Jindan stage was about to die. Even if he didn't make a move, he would still be dying."
"Hey, you" At the front of the crowd, the great elder of the Yanyue Sect had a sharp gaze, and it was unknown what he was thinking about. She remained motionless, glanced back, and said in a joking tone, "In this case, how about Fellow Daoist Linghu giving this disciple to my Yanyue Sect?" After a pause, she turned her head and added, "As compensation, I am willing to pay a Dingling Pill." "Spirit-fixing pill?!" Upon hearing this, the old Taoist of Qingxu Sect exclaimed, "But can the Spiritual Pill made with the alcohol from the Spirit Eye Tree be used to assist in the formation of the Infant?" "Exactly." "Then why are you still hesitating, old ghost Linghu? With this Dingling Pill, your sect's Hongfo and Lei Wanhe will have hope of condensing their infants." However, Linghu shook his head and rejected the kindness of the Great Elder of Yanyue Sect. "Thank you, fellow Taoist, but it's not necessary." He stared at Li Xunhuan who was bathed in the spotlight, as if he was looking at a precious treasure. He has found his successor. People are more important than Dan! It’s better not to have the Dingling Pill. "Pity." The old Taoist from Qingxu Sect shook his head and said nothing, with an expression that said, "Fellow Daoist Linghu has lost his mind." There are so many hurdles to go through, including foundation building, pill formation, and infant formation, that it is impossible to count them all. It is not that easy to cultivate immortality. The Great Elder of Yanyue Sect also looked regretful. "Let's do it." "Great Elder, this is not good, right?" "Junior Brother Qiong, don't you want to listen to Senior Sister?" In the distance, Qiong Laoguai's eyes were dull. Senior sister? What a strange title. A hint of bitterness just flashed in his eyes, and he closed his eyes immediately. When he opened his eyes again, he had turned into the playful and eccentric old monster Qiong again. He laughed strangely, used the invisible escape technique, and disappeared on the spot. "Boy, I think your thunder technique is pretty good, try it on me." "Why don't you do anything? Do you look down on me?" "Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master."
At the same time, Hong Fu and Lei Wanhe also disappeared in an instant. The two spoke first and then arrived. "Old Monster Qiong, stop it!" "you dare!" When Li Xunhuan heard this, his face showed no joy or sadness, he just held the Hundred Miles Moving Talisman tightly in his hand. Just know. Are the six sects of the same origin? The Yanyue Sect is ruled by a woman, and there is an extra tyrannical late Jindan stage cultivator? Just a thug. I have made note of what happened today. . . . Linghu's face in the sky changed, his eyes fierce, "court death!" At this time, the Great Elder of Yanyue Sect covered his mouth and chuckled, and apologized slowly. "Fellow Daoist Linghu, please forgive me for making fun of you. This old monster Qiong in my sect has a bad temper, but don't worry, he knows his limits." "Proportion?!" Linghu smiled but did not smile. Always bullying other people's Jindan cultivators and ruining their paths? The smile on the face of the Yanyue Sect's Great Elder disappeared, and his eyes were fixed on Linghu, emphasizing each word. "Why, fellow Daoist, do you doubt what I said?" The other two Nascent Soul cultivators of the Yanyue Sect stared at Linghu and surrounded him unknowingly. The old Taoist from Qingxu Sect opened his mouth but could not say anything. How can this be good? Misfortune, misfortune. (End of this chapter)