From the start to the death of four people, it only took a few breaths.
When the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, four people were beheaded one after another.
Long Yanzi has been in the world of cultivation for more than two hundred years. He has met various masters and has rich experience in fighting with others.
But this was the first time he encountered such a fierce opponent.
Although the opponent's cultivation level was not high, his swordsmanship was extremely exquisite and he had the ability to hide himself. No one on our side could even find his opponent's figure, so he could only defend passively, and his death was very frustrating.
Among the monks of the same level, the only ones who could give him such a sense of despair were those who were the true disciples of the sect!
Such monks often have only one characteristic, and that is - invincibility at the same level.
There are even some true disciples in the later stages of Taoji who are able to ignore the differences in realms and reverse the path of Jindan cultivators.
Unexpectedly, now he has provoked such an opponent.
Long Yanzi stood in the black mist, a black flag waved as he stretched out his hand, and the black mist rolled into a huge black cloud, covering him.
First-level magic weapon, Ghost Flag!
Hundreds of ferocious and crazy ghosts were flying in the black mist, searching for traces of Pang Yue.
Each ghost has the power of the Taoist realm, and these ghosts can form a large formation to surround the opponent.
"Got you!"
Suddenly, Long Yanzi's expression changed.
His mind was connected to the Ghost Flag. Just now, an invisible sword light entered the black mist, and he was immediately aware of it.
He made a seal with both hands, and the black mist surged all over the sky, and hundreds of ghosts flew away, trapping the sword light.
The Yin Hun is not afraid of death, and goes one after another to entangle the sword light, and penetrates the flying sword with the cold force, intending to destroy it.
In the black mist, the outline of a flying sword was vaguely formed.
Feijian felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire, trapped in a dilemma and trapped in place.
"magic weapon?"
Pang Yue flashed and appeared in the black mist, waving his hand and putting away the invisible sword.
His body surface shimmered with golden light, and red flames erupted from his whole body, burning the ghosts that came towards him with a sizzling sound.
The magic power he had cultivated in the Flame Demon Realm was finally used by him in the fight.
Hundreds of ghosts no longer attacked, but formed a large formation to surround him in the center.
Suddenly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was cut off, illusions arose, and a huge amount of divine consciousness invaded his sea of consciousness.
"snort!"
Pang Yue's body rose with a fierce fist that filled the world, and the cold consciousness that invaded his sea of consciousness was instantly suppressed.
He punched towards the formation.
boom!
There was an explosion like a collapse of the sky, dozens of ghosts collapsed, a gap was opened in the formation, and Pang Yue flashed out of the formation.
But the next moment, his face darkened.
Outside the large formation, black mist was still billowing, hundreds of ghosts formed, the spiritual energy was cut off, and the surrounding air was like solid ice, squeezing towards him.
Countless cold consciousnesses invaded his sea of consciousness.
Pang Yue formed a seal with his hands, and the red flames on his body surged, turning into a ball of flames and surrounding him.
Those consciousnesses that were close to him immediately dissipated.
"It turns out that you are a disciple of the Demon Talisman Sect."
Long Yanzi's gloomy voice sounded.
Pang Yue said nothing, secretly looking for a way to break the formation.
Long Yanzi continued: "My ghost is immortal and the formation is going back and forth. No matter how powerful you are, you can't get out of trouble. I want to see how long the magic power in your body can last?"
"Speaking of which, I would like to thank you for not only killing four of Long's friends, but also giving me the golden elixir treasure... Haha, God has been so kind to me."
"If you just walked away, what could Long do to you?"
Pang Wei smiled coldly: "There's so much nonsense!"
A gray-white stone ax flashed out of his hand, and then he sent mana into it.
Immediately afterwards, Pang Yue's expression changed, and he felt that all his mana was instantly drained by the Yuanyang Ax!
In this way, it seems that the Yuanyang Ax is not enough, and they want to continue to draw his blood essence...
Pang Yue swung his giant ax and slashed in front of him!
A dazzling white ax silhouette appeared, standing gently on the formation.
Click!
The sound of breaking came.
The formation shattered, and hundreds of ghosts were instantly annihilated!
The black fog was swept away by the strong white light, just like boiling water sprinkling snow, melting away completely!
Long Yanzi's figure emerged, standing frozen in the void.
Behind him, the ghost flag shattered into pieces and turned into flying ash.
Long Yanzi is like broken porcelain, shattered all over, with transparent flames coming out from the inside out.
Pang Yue's mana was exhausted, so he quickly took out a bottle of Tianchen Pills and stuffed two pills into his mouth to relax a little.
He put away the Yuanyang ax, his figure flashed, picked up the five people's storage bags from the sea, and left quietly.
Not long after, a spiritual light shimmered on the horizon, and hundreds of escaping lights streaked across the sea and stopped nearby.
However, the dazzling light pillar connecting the sea and the sky has disappeared.
Yuanyang Jingshe has also disappeared long ago.
Everyone gathered at the place where the battle had just taken place and began to use spell detection.
"Six people fought...five people died, and the breath of the magic weapon remains!"
"The remaining person must not have gone far!"
"Search!"
Soon, the bodies of the four Xun Yuan people were fished out.
"Xun Yuan of the Gu family, Qian Yufeng of the casual cultivator, Du Haichuan, Zhao Wuyan of the Zhao family... and there is another person, it should be Ying Lei Long Yanzi!"
"The last person seems to be from the Demon Talisman Sect's Flame Demon lineage..."
"The breath has completely disappeared and cannot be traced!"
"What on earth is that light?"
"Before coming here, Fellow Daoist Liu Xuantong of the Yanmo Sect once said that it was the back-up plan of a certain Jindan major cultivator, but the opportunity was not here..."
Everyone was talking a lot.
…
Three days later, Dragon Scale Island.
Pang Yue sat under the dragon scale fruit tree, his cultivation completely restored.
The battle that day taught him two lessons.
First, you cannot underestimate the monks in this world just because you have rich experience in fighting in the game in your previous life. The methods in the world of cultivation are all kinds of strange, and if you make a mistake, you may lose everything.
Second, judging from the current level of cultivation, the Yuanyang Ax has only one blow, and with the golden elixir, it should be invincible. But after one blow, you must find a way out!
As for the harvest from this trip.
There is nothing of value in the storage bags of Long Yanzi's five people, so the large amount of elixirs in one of the storage bags is of some use.
Compared with Yuanyang Jingshe, these are far behind.
Mountains and rivers.
Yuanyang Zhengfa.
Yuanyang Ax.
These three are enough to make Jindan Daxiu tempted!
There is also the dark gold leaf. After Pang Yue came back, he found that its texture was different. After deducing it using the Xiantian Wuji Monument, he actually got a pupil technique!
It must be extraordinary to be placed in the house by the Yuanyang Sect's golden elixir overhaul.
Thinking of the words of that golden elixir, Pang Yue became more and more convinced that he must break the constraints of qualifications and strive for a bright future in this life!
My brother is a time traveler!
…
Two years later.
The dragon scale fruit matures and falls by itself.
This fruit is about one foot in size, shaped like a pineapple from the previous life, with skin like dragon scales and a rich fruity aroma.
In the past two years, Pang Yue has been eating Yuanyang rice as his staple food, and dragon scale fruit is nothing to him.
After this mission is over and you return to the sect, you will keep three dragon scale fruits as a reward.
In the past two years, he has basically not practiced magic power, but has devoted himself to practicing the nameless pupil technique, and now he has begun to achieve some success.
Although my cultivation is stuck at the third level of Dao Foundation, the obstacles are getting smaller and smaller and are gradually loosening.
After harvesting the dragon scale fruit, seven or eight days later, a ray of light flew down from the sky.
"Is this the island where Junior Brother Xu from the Flame Demon Palace is in front of you?"
The person who came was an unusually handsome man, wearing a feather fan and turban, a wide robe and wide sleeves, and he had the splendor and advanced cultivation of a large family.
Before coming, he even used his family connections to investigate the identity of the previous missionary, and it was said that he had some disagreements with the Ning family.
"I wonder which senior brother is up to take over the task?"
Pang Yue asked leisurely.
"Meng Zitao from Feng Mo Palace is a little famous in the sect. Junior Brother Xu should be no stranger to him."
Meng Zitao smiled.
Pang Yue said: "I have long admired Brother Meng's name!"
But he murmured in his heart, it seems that the original owner does not have the character Meng Zitao in his memory?
He released the Five Mountains Prison Suppression Formation and led Meng Zitao inside.
In the bluestone courtyard, the two of them sat under the tree and sipped tea leisurely.
After some conversation, Pang Yue realized that Meng Zitao was from the Meng family.
There are hundreds of cultivation families under the Demonic Talisman Sect, but there are only six families with a truly long-lasting inheritance!
These six families have been passed down to this day, and every generation has a golden elixir overhaul. The family background is far from that of the Xu family, and is comparable to a Taoist family like the Ning family.
The Meng family now has three major golden elixir cultivators, second only to the Gu family among the six major families.
Among them, a major Jindan cultivator from the Meng family is also an elder of the Fengmo Palace. It is said that he has reached the middle stage of the Golden elixir and is expected to succeed as the master of the Fengmo Palace in the future.
Meng Zitao is only over eighty years old now, but he has already reached the fourth level of Daoji cultivation. He is also cared for by Elder Jindan in the Wind Demon Palace. Although it is not a real inheritance, it is comparable to the real inheritance.
This time he came to Longlin Island to take on the mission, but it was because he got into trouble within the sect and had to be "relegated" to the outer sea.
"Junior Brother Xu, you don't know something. Junior Sister Ye from the Ice Demon Palace is really beautiful. Meng has seen countless women in his life. He once boasted that he would not be tempted by any stunning beauty in the world, but with Junior Sister Ye, he is...
The defense is broken..."
Perhaps Meng Zitao was holding back his nerves, so he kept talking to Pang Yue about the beauty of Junior Sister Ye from the Ice Demon Palace.
In his words, Junior Sister Ye is a person comparable to a fairy, and her beauty cannot be compared to any other.
"I will definitely become a Taoist couple with her in this life!"
Meng Zitao vowed to do so.
It is a pity that Junior Sister Ye has been accepted as a close disciple by the Lord of the Ice Demon Palace and has directly advanced to the True Tradition. Meng Zitao's idea of using the family's power to achieve his goals has also come to nothing.
He was even disliked by the master of the Ice Demon Palace for some of his actions, and was almost frozen into an ice sculpture and sent to the Meng family.
If it hadn't been for the intervention of the ancestor of the Meng family, Meng Zitao might never be able to "appreciate" beauties again in this life.
Pang Yue had now handed over the task to Meng Zitao, so he was not in a hurry to go back immediately. He just took the opportunity to chat with Meng Zitao about various interesting stories about the inner sect of the Magic Talisman Sect.
Gradually, the true side of the Demonic Talisman Sect was outlined in his mind.
This information was far out of reach given Xu Daoren's previous status and realm.
Although Meng Zitao comes from an extraordinary family, he is not arrogant and is easy to get along with.
The two of them were chatting when suddenly a jade pendant on Meng Zitao's body flashed red.
Seeing Pang Yue's curious eyes, Meng Zitao looked proud and explained with a smile: "This is a magic weapon given by the ancestor of the family. Although it is only one level, it can warn against dangers within a thousand miles... Huh? Yes?
Danger!"
"There's something evil about it."
Pang Yue's eyes were deep and distant, and he said calmly.