Longevity Gourd

Not all weak people can be as lucky as Xiao Ping to avoid being killed by Master Lu.

A certain family monk Zhang San is one of them.

Right now, Zhang San, his face was as pale as paper, his face was full of fear, and he kept retreating back.

In his pupils was a man with a dark face and a sword in his right hand.

Not long ago, he was working with cultivators from several other families to kill the disciples of the five major sects. The first few went extremely smoothly until he encountered the nightmare in front of him.

The other party obviously looks very ordinary, and the sword in his hand is as thin as a cicada's wings, which is no different from a mortal weapon, but he killed two of his companions in a row!

After the sword was activated, a clear silver light and a terrifying sword energy suddenly erupted, easily destroying the protection of the third person, and even splitting the person in half with one move!

No matter what kind of defensive magic weapon, high-grade or top-grade, it seems to be like a piece of paper, vulnerable to the opponent's sword!

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Zhang San immediately left the others and fled, which is how he can live until now.

But the other party didn't mean to let him go, and the speed was so fast that he was blocked in front of him in just a short moment!

Zhang San was icy cold from his hands to his feet. Fear hit him like a tidal wave, making him almost despair.

"Cultivation of immortals should face up to difficulties, escape is not what my generation should do!"

Although the dark-skinned man spoke softly and shook his head slightly, his eyes were cold.

"What you should not do is to kill the people from my Jianshuang Pavilion!"

Zhang San knew that his life was not long, and when he heard these words, he was very angry, and he simply went out and said:

"Why can only you five factions kill me and so on, but we are not allowed to kill you in turn?"

Zhang San tried his best to use all his spiritual sense and mana, and hurled the last two magical instruments with all his strength as a final protest.

The dark man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and fierce sword energy erupted from his body.

"madness!"

Immediately afterwards, the sword was swung like lightning, and a silver arc flashed, and the two high-grade instruments were easily shattered.

With a "bang", Zhang San was chopped in half, cracked, and blood dripped like rain.

When the man saw that it was solved so easily, he frowned and snorted coldly as if he was extremely disgusted:

"It's so weak, it's really unkillable."

After he finished taking pictures of the storage bag, he turned away without looking at the contents.

Although it is worthless and mostly useless to him, it can be exchanged for some cultivation resources.

...

Near the central area, before a deep pool of waterfalls, a certain disciple of Jianshuang Pavilion was desperately urging Feijian, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping down.

However, no matter how he moved the sword technique, the sharp and indomitable flying sword in the past seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and even was constantly forced to retreat!

"Single-handed spells can compete with my flying sword! We have clearly inquired, but there are no powerful people in Qingming Valley! Who are you?"

Surprisingly, it wasn't a magic weapon that forced his flying sword back, it was just an aura of light!

A middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe, maintaining the spell in his hands in a tidy manner, smiled humbly:

"The way of heaven wants to destroy you, and the way of the poor is just acting on behalf of heaven.

Your Excellency, please keep in mind that in the next life, you must not commit too many murders. If you encounter people in Qingming Valley, it is best to avoid them! "

The middle-aged man smiled lightly, and with the mana in his hand soaring, the magic light suddenly flourished, and the flying sword flew out in an instant, and quickly broke the defense mask, and silently disappeared into the body of the disciple of Jianshuangge.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Qingming Valley, Meng Chunrong."

"boom!"

The corpse that died of life then fell heavily to the ground.

...

Somewhere in the dense forest, a hot-looking female cultivator in Taoist robe was constantly waving the magic weapon in the handkerchief, struggling to resist two sharp strange blades.

All of a sudden, the strange blade flashed a brilliant light, and the blade edge each flowed a fierce light, cutting to the handkerchief.

"His!"

The handkerchief-shaped instrument was instantly shattered by the strange blade, causing the female cultivator to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

When she hurriedly retreated, seeing that the strange blade was about to take advantage of her victory to pursue and kill her, the Taoist cultivator in Qingming Valley changed her face greatly:

"Senior brother of Fengyuelou, please spare the little sister! The little sister used this skin to repay the senior brother!"

Even if they can't easily break through the Qingming Valley, but at this moment of life and death, they can only use their own capital as a woman.

What's more, she is not a pedantic person who abides by the dead rules, and is very confident in her own capital. Just relying on your own mind, as long as you take the initiative to invite, there is no one who will not fall for the bait!

"Okay, you remove the mask and come to me."

Opposite is a handsome young man who is as warm as jade. Hearing this, he nodded with a smile, the magic formula changed, and the two strange blades flew back to him slowly.

The women in Qingming Valley were overjoyed and couldn't help but feel slightly proud, and quickly withdrew their defenses, tightening their robes to make themselves more prominent...

Men all over the world are the same, they can't escape from a woman's square inch...

Unexpectedly, the Wenrun youth suddenly had murderous intent on his face, and two strange blades flashed through the woman's head in the blink of an eye.

With information and an expression of disbelief, the woman fell silently to the ground.

"Hmph, the women in the world, except for my twins, are all just betraying themselves with false feelings."

The young man glanced at the corpse coldly, then stepped forward and replaced it with a slightly beautiful woman's head, and then smiled softly:

"Only my twins are single-minded and will never leave me!"

...

The three disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect were dragging one person to walk on a remote mountain.

When they got to a certain place, the three of them took out a token and activated it at the same time. With the submersion of the three auras, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, turning into a lacquer black mouth more than half a person tall.

Hearing the incomparably terrifying and strange insect chirping inside, the three monks who were captured alive suddenly exploded their scalps:

"What are you doing?!"

"Hehe, didn't you say, let us spare your lives? Whether you can survive or not depends on you!"

Under the terrified eyes of the three, the people from the Hundred Beast Gate threw them into the cave one by one.

...

"Brother Zhao, you said that we are secretly planting seeds and planting elixir here. Will the people from the five major factions find out?"

The person who was letting the wind by the side glanced around in fear from time to time, and asked with a guilty conscience.

"Put your heart in your belly, the Ascension to Immortal Secret Realm is so big, who would know what we did?"

"But if they find out, we will definitely..."

"Such a good growth condition for elixir in the secret realm~www.novelmt.com~ Do you think the people of the five major factions have secretly planted them?

Hmph, why can't we plant them if they can? "

"Don't worry, you see there's no one else here, let's run right away after I'm done, and make sure no one finds out..."

"Brother Zhao", who was immersed in planting, suddenly found that the chattering voice had disappeared, and he was in a cold sweat in an instant. He jumped forward without thinking, and wanted to escape.

But in the next moment, the world suddenly turned upside down - he saw his headless body running away...

A strong man dressed in the uniform of Yufengmen and with a hideous scar on his left face did not care about the fallen corpse.

With a flip of his left hand, he took out a broken blood-red talisman.

...

Even though Xiao Ping was not on the right way to the central area, he gradually smelled blood as time passed.

After recovering the mana, he quickly poured out all the three people's belongings and sorted them out.