Immortal Formula

  Chapter 205 The real battle of the cultivators of pill formation!

At this time, a high-spirited female cultivator standing beside Han Wei said loudly: "Brother Gu, you and I have known each other before. You are quite famous in the outer seas, why do you have to go through this mess? Now that Young Master Han is under pressure, you should restrain your temper and obey obediently. After all, the loose cultivator is just a loose cultivator, how can you stop the dignified teacher of Tianyin Pavilion?"

Gu Xichao laughed loudly and said, "Fairy Gan, if Yinge has changed its owner today, are you still waving the flag and shouting as before? Gu is the one who hides his head and shows his tail the most. If you want to put it on the bright side, Gu will follow it!"

   Standing beside Gu Yan, Wen Nanqin whispered, "This is Gan Biyun, the owner of Inner Sea Yang Xiaodao. She and Lao Gu once fought. This woman is very careful and loves to hold revenge."

   As he spoke, he glanced at Gu Yan again, as if he felt a little sloppy. Gu Yan didn't care, she frowned and said, "Han Wei is under pressure today, and he is bound to uproot the entire loose cultivator alliance with the help of ploughing the courtyard. What are your plans?"

  Wen Nanqin smiled bitterly and said, "What plan can I have? Han Wei obviously wants to use me today. Unless I escape from Guixuhai, I will always fight him face to face."

There was a proud look on his face, "Han Wei is too fond of tricks, but the cultivator is right, and the decisive role is always the cultivation level, so much scheming is not as happy as a sword! "

   Gu Yan's eyes showed a look of admiration, which was why she never admired Han Wei. He is too gloomy and prefers to be clever, but in the final analysis, monks still have to talk through cultivation.

At this time, Fairy Gan had stopped talking, and Gu Xichao said loudly: "Han Wei, you are nothing more than plotting to leave the palace. Feel free to take this place!"

Zheng Zhengyin and Wei Hongxiao also appeared behind Gu Xizhao at an unknown time, Wei Hongxiao said in a loud voice, "You Tianyin Pavilion have been orthodox for all these years, and have been bullying the loose cultivators in the country, and dominating the sky in the inner sea. Treasures of the material, now Dongminghai has to intervene, if there is no resistance, is there still a quiet place in this Guixuhai hundreds of thousands of miles?"

   Her words were loud and clear, and many people nodded secretly. Han Wei was disturbed by Gu Xizhao, but he was not annoyed. He just sneered: "What kind of skill is it to use your tongue? Gu Daoyou has a wish, then let's see the real chapter!" He stood in the carriage. The hand on the top was lightly lifted, and then the five-thunder car slammed into the air, the sound of thunder and lightning rustled, and the rumble of thunder shook ripples in the sea, and countless sea water swayed and scattered. Go, and Han Wei drove the five-thunder car and rushed down with the speed of thunder and lightning.

Gu Xichao shouted: "Good job!" He quickly raised his hand, the giant sword that never left his body appeared in his hand, and then the whole body quickly pulled up, the giant sword was extremely in his hand. It quickly grew larger, and the sword body, which was shining with cold light, did not evade, so he went up to meet Han Wei. With a loud bang, he stabbed into the circle of light mixed with countless lightning arcs. Such a head-on hit with Han Wei!

Countless cyclones suddenly stirred up in the sea. Layers of huge waves swept through countless torrents, forming an incomparably huge vortex in the sea. She was holding a flute several feet long in her hand, and there seemed to be an invisible air shield around her body, and the turbulent sea water could not get close to her side.

   Wei Hongxuan held up the Dongling Zheng in his hand and quickly met her. With a quick swipe of the finger on the string, a force of collapsing clouds and cracking stones came out. Gan Biyun smiled, "Fairy Wei, please give your Dongling zheng a try and try my Biyun flute!" She twisted the flute to her lips, and when she blew it gently, a very soft note came out. Gu Zhigang and Zhirou's strength suddenly converged in one place. The space where the two of them were fighting seemed to collapse in a strange way, and the sea water in a radius of dozens of miles was pouring into it quickly.

  Wen Nanqin patted the long sword on his waist, and said, "Those two have old grudges with me, so I can't say we're going to meet them." After saying that, he hurried up to meet them.

Gu Yan looked up and saw two middle-aged men in short coats falling from the sky. The two were wearing hemp-colored ge cloth, each holding a long white flag in their hands. Like a dead person.

Lin Nan, who was standing beside her, said in a low voice, "This is the Song family brothers from Skull Island. Their senior brother once competed with Island Lord Wen for the throne, but he cut him off with a sword. The three of them have been at odds. This time it was probably There is a chance to reckon with the old accounts.”

   Gu Yan suddenly thought that the masters of the ten islands and three mountains under the rule of Guixuhai were not in harmony with each other. Is this a deliberate imperial technique by Tianyin Pavilion?

Seeing the three people fighting together quickly, she couldn't help laughing bitterly. For the first time, she felt a sense of powerlessness. It was said to be a battle of monks, but it was only monk Jiedan who played the dominant role. To be able to overwhelm everything!

Zheng Zhengyin on their side was still standing calmly, and there was Wei Wuya and another cultivator who did not make a move. The female cultivator who came with Wen Nanqin looked like Lin. , Gu Yan had seen it at the Dandan Ceremony in Mingya Island, she stood there coldly, and didn't look like she wanted to do anything. It's just that her face was a little pale, as if she was injured. The look she looked at Gu Yan was not kind, and she seemed to be a little bit hostile.

  Gu Yan bit her lip and said, "Anan, you should go back to the palace now to appease the monks. I'm afraid today's battle is not the end, but the beginning!"

  Lin Nan was reminded by her mention, "I'm going right now!" After saying that, he hurriedly returned to the avenue and went straight back to Zhuli Palace.

The two Song brothers kept spinning around Wen Nanqin. The pair of white banners in their hands danced quickly, and then layers of black shadows floated out from the banners. A layer of black shadows floated out, and the white flags would be dyed with a layer of light black. When Wen Nanqin was surrounded by dense black shadows, the white flags almost became pitch black.

   Endless gloomy and cold aura quickly came from all directions, Gu Yan couldn't help but exclaimed: "What kind of magic weapon is this, it's so powerful!"

At this time, a cold voice said: "That's ten thousand banners. I heard that they were made with the essence and blood of monks. Every drop of essence and blood can give birth to a spirit on the banner. Countless spirits are stacked on top of each other to form an elixir. It is also extremely difficult for a cultivator to try to strike his edge."

  Gu Yan couldn't help stunned, how much time and energy would it take to refine such a magic weapon! She turned her head and saw that it was Fairy Lin from Mingya Island who was answering. She looked like those women in their thirties among the mortals, with a very beautiful face, but her face was tight and she didn't seem to have the slightest vitality. Gu Yan nodded at her, "Are you injured, does it matter?"

This Fairy Lin is not actually Lin, her name is Jiang Rulin, but there is a word for Lin in her name, she glanced at Gu Yan and said coldly, "I heard that you and the island owner have known each other for a long time, but I don't know why you can Get his blue eyes?" After saying that, he ignored Gu Yan and walked aside on his own.

   Gu Yan raised her eyebrows, feeling a little funny, what does this mean? She turned her head to look at the battlefield, and the foundation-building cultivators silently watched the few people fighting in the sea. Although Gu Xizhao was already a cultivator, he still had the same aura as he was in Qingyun Mountain. He held the giant sword in one hand and kept slashing towards the Wulei Chariot. A mark, but under Han Wei's constant fingering, those marks miraculously healed quickly.

Han Wei's face is also extremely cold. He has seen countless opponents in his life, but only the one in front of him is the most difficult to deal with. Gu Xichao doesn't use all kinds of strange magic weapons at all. He couldn't find a way to defeat the enemy for a while. His originally stretched brows became tighter and tighter, and suddenly his palms raised, shaking heavily on the car body, and then the curtain covering the front of the car suddenly cracked, revealing the engraved inside of the car body. A mural.

The first picture shows a man with a long hammer ready to strike. Han Wei's fingers quickly traced complicated lines on the mural and shouted, "Golden Thunder Chiyan!" His knuckles suddenly hit it, Immediately, there was a crisp sound of "dong", and then a long thunderous fire was shaken out of the void by him.

Gu Xichao shouted: "Cut!" He swung his sword away, but the sword body shook strangely in the air, and the long fiery snake was instantly chopped into countless pieces by him, turning into sparks in the sky. Xi Chao quickly raised up, his sword tip lightly picked up, and suddenly picked up countless sparks in the air, turning it into a big fireball, and then threw it back towards Han Wei heavily.

Han Wei's attack was just a test. Seeing that it was futile, he didn't care. His hand quickly hit the car body continuously. Countless golden lights and thunders were quickly aroused by him from the car body. Xi Zhao slashed and was blocked by the giant sword in his hand.

Among the three pairs of people fighting, the two female cultivators fought the most quietly. Their movements were only within a few feet of the surrounding area, but the countless seas were spinning rapidly around them. Gan Biyun was holding a flute. The palms of their hands were a little pale, and the knuckles of Wei Hongxiao's zheng were glowing a touch of cyan, and countless auras came and went around them.

   (end of this chapter)