Chapter 261 Kill instantly with one move While the crowd outside was in chaos, Zhou Ling took the opportunity to return to the compartment where his master was. Zhou Ling opened and closed the door smoothly and returned to the familiar environment. She felt relieved at first, but before she had time to breathe a sigh of relief or report to her master what had just happened, she was stunned by the scene in front of her. The curtains in the compartment swayed slightly, and warm sunlight poured in. Occasionally, it floated in the breeze, lifting a corner of the curtains. Outside the window, you could see the undulating commercial buildings and rooftops of houses. The view was broad and the scenery was spectacular. Can…… Where is the person who was originally sitting in the cubicle! So I ask! ? Why on earth? Why did the master abandon her and act on her own again? Zhou Ling was furious and helpless. He grabbed his hair with a ferocious expression and cried out "ah ah ah" a few times. Finally, he decided to quit. He quickly tore off his Treasure Pavilion work clothes, summoned a spare magic sword, broke through the window, and flew on the wind, following the faint breath of his master and Senior Sheng in the air and chasing after them. It's a bit cold at the seaside in late autumn, but as a cultivator, I'm not afraid of the cold. Although I can feel the cold, it's not that obvious. She flew past the residential area and in just a dozen breaths, she reached the coast.
Some of the fully ripe coconuts were hanging on the trees, while others could not bear the weight and fell into the sand under the trees. The sea breeze blew, the coconut trees swayed, and the golden beach sparkled under the sunshine. Although Zhou Ling was flying in the sky, his heart had already settled down. What is this place? Could this be the legendary Hainan Fairy Island for holiday? The real original ecology, the real beautiful coast! cough…… Of course, no matter how beautiful the coast is, it cannot withstand a few cultivators fighting there. Various Taoist magics were flying at the same time, and the originally smooth and beautiful golden beach seemed to be turned upside down, and the silt seemed to be surging up, just to make use of the earth-based Taoist magic. Coconut trees swaying in the wind, hmm… What is a coconut tree? I don't know, because in the eyes of monks, all trees are tools of wood-based Taoism. Uprooting it is a small problem. What is really amazing is to make the coconut tree mutate on the spot, grow rapidly, turn its leaves into needles, and turn its treetops into swords! As for the seawater... Can you let it go so easily? The scene was so chaotic that it was hard to describe it. Some were competing in Taoism, some were playing with swords, and the flashes of swords and all kinds of gorgeous Taoism were entangled together, which did create some unique sparks. "do not come!" The master's message rang in my mind at a very appropriate time. Fortunately, Zhou Ling had no plans to go over there. She knew her own strength. There were gods fighting over there, so why would a small shrimp like her go over there and get involved? She opened the small floating platform, and Zhou Ling sat in the air. She originally wanted to eat some melon seeds, but when she saw the wonderful fighting style below, she finally thought it was better to forget it. Eating melon seeds was not as important as watching the game seriously. Although she couldn't go down and fight herself, she could still learn some experience by sitting there and watching. Among the people below, the weakest one is in the late Nascent Soul stage. Yes, that’s the young boy who doesn’t look very old. For people in the world of immortal cultivation, you can hardly tell their age by looking at their faces. Although that young boy doesn't look very old, his cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage, which only means that he has been practicing for quite some time. According to my master, who is a genius among geniuses, he was only able to successfully form a Nascent Soul when he was over seventy years old, not to mention his cultivation to the late Nascent Soul stage, which required even more time to practice and improve. So my blind guess is that the young boy’s real age is between 150 and 200 to 300 years old? Hey……
The young Zhou Ling sighed and felt for the first time that being over a hundred years old was really far away from her. With a whoosh, a Taoist magic accidentally hit her. If it weren't for the fact that the suspended platform made by her master had a built-in defensive function, she would have been blown away if it hadn't been blocked. Zhou Ling, fearing that he would be affected, consciously moved a little further away. When masters fight, their moves are basically fatal. Judging from the situation, Master and Senior Sheng, plus the two from the West Sea Sect, should be fighting together against the dozen or so masked men in black. During this time, one of the men in black even wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, slip out of the battle, and run to Zhou Ling to attack him, but before he could fly too high, his master got angry and used his spiritual power to grab his legs and pull him down to his death. At first, Zhou Ling watched the game quite seriously. After all, it was a real fight, and they would occasionally use tactics and cooperate with each other. But at the end of the fight, it seemed like the master was a little annoyed, and he used his ultimate skill, and no one could stop him. "If you don't want to die, stand up now and I can spare your life." The master spoke coldly to those people. It’s not because he talks too much, but because he really wants to keep a murderer alive so that he can interrogate the person behind the scenes. But these people were probably trained to be death warriors and there was no possibility for them to speak up. No one paid attention to Long Aotian's words, and no one stopped, and the fighting continued as usual. "Okay." Long Aotian now really has the flavor of Long Aotian. He tilted his head slightly, curled the corners of his mouth lightly, smiled evilly, and the complex look in his eyes was like a fan-shaped statistical chart. His right hand turned into a sword finger, pointing straight to the sky. The rumbling thunder sounded particularly abrupt in the clear sky. But soon after, dense thunderclouds gathered in the sky above the battlefield, gradually merging into one, forming a thick cloud vortex. Thunder and lightning rolled with a huge momentum. The men in black realized something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The rumble of thunder rolled among the dark clouds. Several lightning bolts, incredibly fast, struck from the thunderclouds, aiming directly at the men in black. From the time he started to get angry, to the time thunderclouds gathered, to the time he solved the problem, it took no more than a minute. Looking at the pieces of coke on the ground, Long Aotian patted his sleeves with disgust, as if he was sweeping away some non-existent dust. The thunderclouds also dispersed in a short moment, and the sky was still clear with a breeze blowing, as if the thunder disaster had never happened. This... this is thunder! In the world of immortal cultivation, whether it is human or demon cultivators, they are all afraid of thunder tribulations. There are very few thunder spiritual roots in this world. The spiritual root that Master exposes is the chaos spiritual root. Therefore, he is very good at formation and even better at refining weapons. But now, seeing with their own eyes that he could control the power of thunder, the two people from Xihai Sect were completely terrified. Senior Sheng was okay, perhaps because he had lived long enough and had seen all sorts of things, so he thought there was nothing to be surprised about. Among the people present, only he and Long Aotian remained calm.
"Fellow Daoist Long, how could it be..." The senior uncle from Xihai Sect opened his mouth but felt it was not appropriate to ask. (End of this chapter)