The first thousand two hundred and twenty-two chapters battle Mahayana (2)
Several Mahayana monks were rushing here quickly, but because of Jingluo Yuan's extremely strong gravity, they could only fall to the ground obediently and run wildly using their feet.
A loud and dull sound came from a distance. Several people looked up and saw a pillar of dust rising into the sky. Two figures were fiercely fighting each other. Because they were a little far away, they couldn't tell who was who.
Someone chuckled and said, "I really made a mistake. I didn't expect him to be quite capable."
The person who spoke was none other than Zhenjun Yimu, who had fought with Liu Qinghuan before. He turned his head with a smile on his face and said, "Brother Gui, I heard that you are very familiar with him?"
Gui Bugui withdrew his gaze, his expression was a bit complicated, and he replied after a while: "Yes, when I met that boy, he was only in the foundation building stage. Now, so many years have passed, and he is almost able to compete with us.
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"Young people are terrible!" Yimu sighed with emotion, and then said: "I have been to the demon city in the boundless demon sea once, and the defense is quite tight. I am really curious about how he destroyed it by himself.
He also escaped from several great demon ancestors. Since Brother Gui is familiar with him, do you know the details?"
How could Gui Bugui know any details? He had never contacted Liu Qinghuan these days, but it was not nice to say this, so he squinted his eyes and glanced to the side: "What do you want to know? Let's talk about it later."
There is no time for such gossip now."
Yimu followed his gaze and understood what he meant. There were two people running away with their heads down, but they were Mahayana monks from Jiuyou's side.
At this time, Gui Bugui lowered his voice again and said: "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Brother Yimu for showing mercy before. I have quite a relationship with that kid, and I really couldn't bear to see him die tragically in front of me, so I feel sorry for him."
No please."
Yimu turned his eyes and said calmly: "You don't want me to give up fighting for the immortal treasure, do you? I can't agree to this."
"Haha, how could it be?" Gui Bugui said with a smile: "The immortal treasure can be obtained by those who are capable. If that kid can't defend it, he can only blame himself for his low strength. I just want to ask fellow Taoist to leave a note for him when he takes action.
Little life."
Yimu smiled: "Well, it's easy to say, I'm not a person who kills indiscriminately, and I have no grudge against him, so I won't kill him, otherwise the sword before would have killed him directly. But even if I let him go,
He, others will not let him go..."
He glanced at the Jiuyou monk over there who was obviously eavesdropping on their conversation: "And besides us, there are people coming from behind. Brother Gui, do you have to ask them to keep their hands one by one?
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It is impossible for everyone to ask whether he will return to his own country. His friendship with Liu Qinghuan has not reached this level yet. He can only say a few words in passing, which is considered to be the most benevolent thing. Moreover, he is not that capable to make all the Mahayana monks of Qingming Jiuyou
They are all selling him face.
"Well, it depends on his own destiny. However, aside from Liu Qinghuan, I have to say that the immortal treasure must be in the hands of the people here in Qingming, and we can't take advantage of those guys in Jiuyou!"
"Of course……"
The two people rushed forward while discussing, and they had to be careful of the two people next to them. Finally, they could see the battle situation clearly. However, they couldn't help but be stunned at this sight. They really didn't expect that the two sides seemed to be tied, and it was difficult to tell them apart for a while.
Victory or defeat.
At this time, the haggard old man also felt a sense of humiliation in his heart, like a tiger falling on the plain and being bullied by a dog. He was a majestic Mahayana monk, but he couldn't do anything for a period of integration. The opponent's power was unexpectedly strong. Every time the gun fell, he would swallow up the mountains and rivers.
This situation made him a little unable to resist.
Moreover, the gun in his hand is actually a Xuantian treasure. Although it is not at the level of a treasure, it is not much different.
As a Dharma cultivator, he is not known for his strength. The Dharma body is even considered weak among most Mahayana of the same level. Now he relies entirely on his cultivation level. If he had not gone through the Nine Tribulations of Ascension to Immortality to refine the Dharma Body, he might now be...
…
Thinking of this, the haggard old man had to re-examine the fused monk in front of him. At the same time, he felt humiliated. This feeling became even stronger when he realized that someone had arrived and was watching!
The withered old man had the urge to vomit blood. Seeing the gun coming again with the murderous wind, he finally couldn't help but move his fingers.
"Wow~"
A baby cry came from the mouth of the withered old man, which looked extremely strange when paired with his wrinkled, rag-like old face. What was even more strange was that the next moment, the face suddenly split from the middle!
Liu Qinghuan saw this scene almost at hand, and a chill quickly ran up his back, accompanied by an extreme sense of danger.
He tilted his head suddenly and felt something flying past his ear. Even though it didn't touch him, the strong feeling of disgust at that moment made half of his body numb, and a spurt quickly appeared on one side of his neck.
Little red bumps.
Liu Qinghuan suddenly took a few steps back, and with another flash of his body, he was dozens of feet away. The premonition of danger did not weaken at all. However, when he looked around, there was nothing out of the ordinary except rubble on the ground.
"Hehehehe~"
The withered old man once again heard the sound of a baby, but this time it was a horrifying laughter. The strong smell of blood and an indescribable stench spread out, and then there was the sound of whistling wind and strange gurgling sounds, as if someone was chewing.
Bones, chew the bones to pieces...
"Evil ghost way!"
The two Jiuyou Mahayana who came over screamed in surprise, and one of them shouted: "Xueyin, stop, you can't open the evil ghost path here!"
What answered him was a sinister laughter, and across the increasingly wider crack in the middle, a biting light shot out from the eyes of the withered old man.
"It's him...! Once I swallow him, I'll...!"
His mouth was split in half, so his speech became slurred, making it difficult to hear what he said.
The withered old man hooked his fingers again, and Liu Qinghuan immediately felt a terrifying suction force pulling him towards him.
Liu Qinghuan was shocked in her heart, the green gold light on her body flashed sharply, and her body suddenly sank down. While resisting the suction force, her fingers also touched the string of Dinghai beads on her wrist.
"No!" The Jiuyou Mahayana from before shouted again: "Are you crazy? You can't use magic in Jingyeyuan..."
On the other side, Gui Bugui also rushed towards this side: "You evil cultivator, just pretend that I don't exist..."
However, before either of them could finish their words, they saw the withered old man suddenly choked and coughed as if something was stuck in his throat. His cracked face quickly turned red and then blue, and the cracks on his face began to become unstable.
Twist!
At the same time, the suction force on Liu Qinghuan's body also changed rapidly. A cold and fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he rushed out along with the suction force, raising the Immortal Killing Spear high!