In the air, the smell of blood is strong and blood mist floats. This is Master Xiong's blood.
Master Xiong has fallen!
Fang Zhangzhi and Ke Shanshan stared at this scene with shocked expressions on their faces.
The two of them did not expect that... Master Xiong was a two-star immortal-level formation mage who was extraordinary in formations, but in the end he died under his own formations!
And the initiator of all this is Mo Chuan!
Mo Chuan crushed Master Xiong in the formation method, and used the blood sacrifice formation to trap Master Xiong to death!
With such terrifying formation attainments... he really has the right to look down on the immortal two-star formation mage!
Wen Hongyu and other monks from the White Feather Sect had pale faces.
They were very happy about his misfortune, thinking that Mo Chuan was on the verge of death and was driven crazy, so they looked down on Master Xiong like that.
But who would have thought that Mo Chuan was not crazy, but actually had that strength!
call out!
Mo Chuan raised his hand and waved, a black vortex appeared in his palm, and the blood mist floating in the air was immediately sucked into the black vortex.
"Ding! Devour a Void Immortal's Forty-Five Bridge and gain 45 points of Immortal Source of Life!"
The system prompt sounds and the data panel is updated.
Life Immortal Source: 250 points
Just now, he only used the blood sacrifice formation to kill Master Xiong, but did not use the blood sacrifice formation to absorb Master Xiong's life source.
After all, the utilization rate of the Blood Sacrifice Formation on the Immortal Source of Life is only 1%, which is too low.
It would be more cost-effective for him to devour the Immortal Source of Life himself.
"Caixuxian Forty-Five Bridge, it seems that he spent all his time studying formations and did not concentrate on practice."
Mo Chuan thought to himself and shook his head. He was not particularly satisfied with having only harvested 45 points of life source.
Then.
He looked at Fang Zhangzhi and Ke Shanshan.
These two people, one is the Xuxian Sixty-Eight Bridge and the other is the Xuxian Fifty-nine Bridge, can provide a lot of life sources.
"You two, please get on your way!"
Mo Chuan made an inviting gesture to Fang Zhangzhi and Ke Shanshan.
Fang Zhangzhi and Ke Shanshan were both stunned for a moment, with surprised expressions on their faces. Then, their surprise turned into a sneer.
"Boy, did I hear you right? You want to kill me? You even want to kill Brother Fang???"
Ke Shanshan crossed her arms and looked at Mo Chuan condescendingly, her mean lips raised slightly, revealing a hint of sneer.
Fang Zhangzhi glanced at Mo Chuan coldly and said calmly: "Boy, I admit that your formation skills are indeed extraordinary!"
"But in terms of cultivation, you are just a mid-level virtual immortal, thirty bridges of virtual immortals! To me, you are nothing more than an ant!"
"I can crush this ant to death with just one hand!!!"
The words fell.
boom!
A powerful and terrifying aura erupted from Fang Zhangzhi's body.
This aura soared into the sky, like a rainbow piercing the sun, shocking everyone present.
This aura is...Super Virtual Immortal, Sixty-Eight Bridges of Virtual Immortal!
When Wen Hongyu and other White Feather Sect monks sensed this aura, their faces turned pale, their feet became weak, they were trembling, and they almost wanted to kneel down.
But their faces once again showed gloating smiles, and they all looked at Mo Chuan.
"Mo Chuan, do you think that if your formation is more powerful, you can be arrogant?!"
"It's really ridiculous for a middle-level virtual immortal to actually try to provoke a super-level virtual immortal!"
“I simply don’t know how to write the word ‘death’!!!”
Wen Hongyu and other White Feather Sect monks seemed to have imagined the scene of Mo Chuan's tragic death at Fang Zhang's hands, and each of their eyes showed excitement.
Anyway, they have been targeted by Fang Zhangzhi and will definitely die today.
However, they were still very satisfied to be able to see Mo Chuan's death with their own eyes, and to die in front of them!
Li Yunbing, Li Xuanyan, Yao Rou, and Wan Mengmeng's eyes fell on Mo Chuan, their brows furrowed, and they couldn't help but worry about him.
"Don't you want to go on your own?"
Mo Chuan looked at Fang Zhangzhi and Ke Shanshan and said calmly: "Then I will do it myself..."
"Boy, it's you who should go on the road!!!" Fang Zhangzhi interrupted with a cold look on his face. He was impatient after being repeatedly provoked by ants. He raised his hand and shouted: "Thunder mood, come to me!
"
There was a roar, like a thunderstorm coming from the sky.
Countless rays of lightning flew out from Fang Zhangzhi's body and danced wildly in the air, forming electric snakes one after another. The phenomenon was astonishing.
Each electric snake made a crackling sound and exuded an aura of destruction, similar to the punishment of thunder. The snake body made of electric light was as thick as a bucket.
"Poof!" Wen Hongyu and other White Feather Sect monks, as well as Li Yunbing, Li Xuanyan, Yao Rou, and Wan Mengmeng, just looked at each other with the electric snake, as if they saw a real peerless vicious snake, making their breath unsteady.
, vomiting blood from the mouth.
"Boy, in a remote place like Qianshengzhou, there are very few monks who understand special artistic conceptions. You probably haven't seen them yet, right?"
Ke Shanshan looked at Mo Chuan arrogantly and boasted: "Haha, Brother Fang's thunderous artistic conception is a special artistic conception! Moreover, it has reached the tenth stage of the Immortal Stage!"
The so-called special artistic conception refers to the artistic conception that is not within the scope of general artistic conceptions such as sword intention, knife intention, spear intention, fist intention, etc.
For example, the artistic conception of fire, the artistic conception of thunder, the artistic conception of wind, the artistic conception of earth, etc. are all special artistic conceptions.
Special artistic conception is more difficult to comprehend than general artistic conception.
However, once a special artistic conception is understood, its power is more powerful than the general artistic conception.
Some people with outstanding talents have even comprehended two or more artistic conceptions, and can combine different artistic conceptions to form a more powerful artistic conception.
For example, a monk who has comprehended the artistic conception of swordsmanship and the artistic conception of fire can combine the two into one and transform into the terrifying flame sword intention!!!
Hearing Ke Shanshan's words, Wen Hongyu and other members of the White Feather Sect showed fear on their faces, and took a few steps back, away from the dozens of electric snakes.
What's even more terrifying... is the special artistic conception of the tenth stage of the Immortal Stage?!
No wonder, when they just glanced at the electric snake, they felt as if they had experienced a thunderstorm, with pain all over their bodies and vomiting blood.
"Hahaha!" However, Wen Hongyu and other White Feather Sect monks immediately laughed again, their faces full of gloating.
After all, the more powerful Fang Zhangzhi is, the more certain Mo Chuan will be killed, right?!
"Special artistic conception..." Li Yunbing, Li Xuanyan, Yao Rou, and Wan Mengmeng looked shocked, and they were even more worried about Mo Chuan.
"Ant, in the next life, remember to keep your eyes open and recognize who you can mess with and who you can't afford to offend. I'm... here to send you on your way!!!"
Fang Zhangzhi stared at Mo Chuan coldly, spoke slowly, and waved his hand gently.
The next second.
Whoosh!
Dozens of electric snakes dancing in the air shot out together and flew towards Mo Chuan.
Each electric snake is extremely thick and flashes with dazzling electric light, like a tribulation thunder.
In terms of visual effects, it was like dozens of tribulation thunders, all densely packed, coming together and falling towards Mo Chuan.
Mo Chuan faced dozens of electric snakes without changing his expression, showing no fear at all.
"I will also give you what you just said."
"In the next life, please... recognize who you shouldn't mess with."
As he spoke, a long sword shining with precious light appeared in Mo Chuan's hand.
It was Gu Rongchen's super virtual immortal weapon.
"Super virtual immortal weapon?!" Fang Zhangzhi's eyes narrowed. With his eyesight, he could see the true grade of the sword at a glance, which was extremely shocking.
Even if he is the Sixty-Eight Bridges of the Void Immortal, a super-level Void Immortal, he does not have a super-level Void Immortal weapon!!!
Immortal artifacts are still very precious.
There is only one super-level virtual immortal weapon in the entire Baizhan Palace, and the only super-level virtual immortal weapon is still on the body of the Supreme Elder.
And Mo Chuan actually has a super virtual immortal weapon on his body???
This was something Fang Zhangzhi had not expected.
As for the super-level virtual immortal weapon, the bonus to combat power is very terrifying.
"It's a pity that you only have thirty bridges of the Void Immortal. Even if the super Void Immortal weapon strengthens your combat power, you won't be much stronger!"
Fang Zhangzhi stared at Mo Chuan and smiled sinisterly.
And after he killed Mo Chuan, this super virtual immortal weapon belonged to him!
Fang Zhangzhi couldn't help but feel a little excited.
That's when.
In Mo Chuan's body, the three powers of essence, energy and spirit...the true energy power of the Thirty Bridges of Xuxian, the physical power of thirty shackles, and the spiritual power of eight transformations, finally reunited.
In the body, only the power of true energy is left... which is equivalent to the Sixty-eight Bridges of Xuxian!
"cut!"
Mo Chuan held the sword in his hand and swung it forward, forming a terrifying sword light.
The sword's light was brilliant, shaking the heaven and earth. Not only did it contain the true energy of the Sixty-Eight Bridges of the Immortal, but it also had... the sword intent of the twelfth stage of the Immortal Stage!!!
call out!
The sword light flew out quickly, like a misty fairy light. On the surface, it was dazzling and eye-catching. However, in fact, it hid a great terror, facing the dozens of electric snakes.
"Twelve stages of Immortal Sword Intent???"
As soon as the sword light came out, Fang Zhangzhi immediately felt the sharp sword intent on it, which made his expression change drastically.
Moreover, he also discovered that the true energy contained in the sword light might not be weaker than his.
But, how is this possible?!
Mo Chuan is obviously the Thirty Bridges of the Void Immortal. How could a Thirty Bridges of the Void Immortal possess such majestic Qi power?!
"Twelve levels of Immortal Sword Intent? Brother Fang, you may have misperceived it, right?! How can this kid's level of artistic conception be higher than yours?" On the side, Ke Shanshan blinked her big eyes and opened her mean lips slightly.
, she thinks this is ridiculous. In a remote place like Qian Shengzhou, the level of cultivation is low. How can anyone understand the artistic conception of the twelfth stage of the Immortal Stage?
Fang Zhangzhi had a gloomy face and did not answer. Instead, he stared intently at the sword light and dozens of electric snakes that were about to collide.
Not weaker than his true energy power, the sword intent of the twelfth stage of the Immortal Stage, and the bonus of the super-level Void Immortal Weapon.
If he doesn't do it right, he is really no match for him, and he may capsize in the gutter.
When Wen Hongyu and other White Feather Sect monks, as well as Li Yunbing, Li Xuanyan, Yao Rou, and Wan Mengmeng heard what Fang Zhangzhi said, they were all confused and suspected that they had heard wrongly.
Twelve levels of sword intent at the Immortal level?
Even among the three major sects in Qiansheng Prefecture, there is no such level of artistic conception!
soon.
boom!!!
The sword light collided with dozens of electric snakes.
For a moment, lightning flashed everywhere and sword energy spread across the sky.
Then, not long after, dozens of electric snakes, under the sharp sword light, all disconnected and dissipated into nothingness.
The bright sword light only dimmed a little, and then it continued to move forward, slashing towards Fang Zhangzhi.
"Not good!!!" Fang Zhangzhi's hair stood on end, and he immediately stepped back and put up his Qi shield, as if facing a formidable enemy.
[The author has something to say]
In the ten days at the beginning of this month, Xiong was active for a while. There were a lot of words updated in those ten days, which caused some fatigue later on. In recent days, the number of words updated has dropped a lot.
Let the author take it easy for a few days to regain his energy, and then he will explode again.