The ancestor Qingquan really underestimated Xia Po's strength, so he forced Xia Po to take a set of skills and even put in the spiritual weapon for saving his life.
That is the secret treasure of their Qingquan Immortal Sect!
This proves that Xia Po has the strength to kill him in seconds!
Now that he attaches importance to Xia Po, he made a decision.
The ancestor Qingquan drew out his long sword, stared at Xia Po for a long time, and then rushed into the sect without hesitation.
"Quick! Open the mountain protection formation!"
As a second-rate sect, the mountain protection formation of the Bishui Narcissus Sect is still a bit particular.
If the people outside have to force themselves after they are turned on, they will be attacked by this formation and suppress the release of spiritual power, thereby weakening the combat power.
The defense tower mechanism four minutes ago in a certain game belongs to yes.
I have to say that the Qingquan Ancestor’s approach is quite clear.
He looked at Xia Po outside the sect and smiled.
"Boy, I admit that you have some strength. You dare to come to my Narcissus Sect alone, and you have some courage.
It’s a pity that you don’t understand the principle that a strong dragon does not suppress local snakes. Let’s go now. My Bishui Narcissus Sect will not blame you. When my friends who are very close to you come, you will be completely finished, hahaha!”
Faced with the provocation, Xia Po's expression remained unchanged and silently took out a spiritual weapon that looked like a nail.
Then, under the surprised eyes of the disciples of the Bishui Narcissus Sect, they began to use this nail to hit several positions of the formation.
"Bang!"
The sound of the formation shattered came. With this sound, most of the disciples of the Bishui Narcissus Sect's hearts were cold and they began to run for life frantically.
"This! This is impossible! How could you break this formation so easily?"
How could it be that this formation was so easy?
It goes without saying that he could just translate Yan Wudong's memory. How could he not know what the situation of this formation was?
As long as you know what the formation is, it is only a matter of time to design a method to break the formation.
And what he lacks the least is time!
"I advise you to calm down. My Bishui Narcissus Sect is more than one Nascent Soul Cultivator. If you really do your own thing, are you sure to face two Nascent Souls at the same time?"
"Is that true? Then you can let another Nascent Soul cultivator come here."
Xia Po sneered, his words full of provocation.
Another Nascent Soul cultivator naturally refers to Yan Wudong, but Xia Po knew that because of the demonic path this guy practiced, it took a lot of effort to consolidate his realm after he improved.
Now he is in seclusion and consolidating his realm. If he is not careful, he will be punished by the laws of heaven. At that time, everyone will know that he is a demon cultivator, so he will never be able to come out of seclusion at this time.
After hearing this, the ancestor Qingquan understood that Xia Po must have learned about Yan Wudong in some way.
After looking behind me, I found that at some point, this place was surrounded by a circle of sword-shaped phantoms, forming a field. If you want to escape, you will probably be injured.
Then it will be really done.
Now that I want to survive, there is only one way, that is, kill Xia Po!
Thinking of this, he slashed his sword on his body, and the bright red blood instantly soaked the sword, and a little dark light appeared on the bright sword.
"Are you sure I can catch my sword?"
As the sound fell, the entire body of the ancestor Qingquan turned into a bloody light, parading in the field, unable to distinguish whereabouts.
Xia Po floated in the air, his breath was restrained, carefully capturing the other person's every move.
The next second, the sword energy suddenly attacked, and a red light floated behind the sword light, and a huge sense of oppression rushed to the vital part of Xia Po's neck.
Because it was too fast, Xia Po could only use his sword to block it with his sword intent without any substance.
"Clang!"
This sword intent was cut off immediately without even a moment of effort, and it only served as a buffer.
And this sound is the sound made by the sword when it chops the neck.
As the sound fell, Xia Po slowly took out a burning talisman from his clothes and threw it away casually.
At this scene, the eyes of the ancestor Qingquan flashed in surprise, but without any stop, and there was a sword quickly.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
In a short period of time, the red light continued to illuminate the entire sky.
The scattered sword energy cut off the waterfall outside the sect, causing a thousand layers of water.
But Xia Po was still standing in the air, taking out burning talismans from his body.
This talisman is the super upgraded version of the body talisman, which can offset some attacks.
With his sword intent buffer and his strong body, it is difficult for the ancestor Qingquan to cause damage to him!
"I want to see how many spiritual talismans you have!"
After a roar, the ancestor Qingquan pointed his sword with his hand and slashed his sword, which immediately began to tremble.
This guy actually began to burn the cultivation level that he usually deprived of from his disciples.
Now, his strength is comparable to the late stage of the US dollar infancy, and he can completely kill Xia Po in less than three moves!
"I didn't expect that I would waste it on a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. You are also worthy of pride!"
"Do you think I'll still stand still and let you hit me?"
Xia Po's voice sounded, and countless golden lights began to flash around him.
Xia Po used his long sword to turn around in his hand and murmured in his mouth.
"Swordstones Jiuyou!"
As the sound fell, the golden light around Xia Po began to burst out, and the strong light covered the sky.
And the ancestor Qingquan saw that in the endless light, there seemed to be an infinitely changing sword attacking him.
"interesting!"
The red light and the golden light intertwined, and the collision between the sword was like a roar of the thunder dragon, resounding throughout the entire Narcissus Sect.
At this moment, all the disciples of the Bishui Narcissus Sect saw a scene that they would never forget in their lives.
That was Xia Po's sword pierced into the chest of the ancestor Qingquan, and behind them, countless phantoms seemed to have not ended the battle, and were still slashing each other.
"Who did you learn your sword?"
On his dying day, the ancestor Qingquan asked this question.
Xia Po answered lightly.
"A mortal."
After saying that, he took out the other party's Nascent Soul, and cut off his demon sword that had absorbed countless disciples for many years of hard practice, and threw it towards the Bishui Narcissus Sect.
The broken sword was inserted into the ground, and countless sword energy burst out, like a swordsman who was invisible, wantonly destroying the Bishui Narcissus Sect.
Afterwards, Xia Po used this Nascent Soul plus a body to obtain a Nascent Soul puppet again.
He looked at his hands.
In fact, even he himself did not expect that his sword technique was so powerful.
I have to say that this battle was really great. Xia Po still remembered this kind of collision between swords and swords, even when he was about to fall asleep at night.
So I simply meditated cross-legged and resumed the battle.
Slowly, the golden elixir in his dantian began to rotate, one day, two days...
A few months later, the golden elixir seemed to have cracks, and Xia Po's powerful soul power kept pouring into it along the cracks.
Looking inside from the crack, it was like a baby holding a small sword in his hand, greedily sucking his soul.
After a few more days, the baby had become a teenager. He slowly opened his faint purple eyes, waved the sword in his hand, and split the golden elixir that was imprisoning him with one sword, replacing the position of the golden elixir.
After a closer look, the soul power of this guy was lingering in his body, revealing a bit of domineering aura.
It was at this time that Xia Po took a deep breath and opened his eyes in a blindfolded manner.
"I actually unintentionally understood the meaning of swordsmanship and used swordsmanship to achieve martial arts Yuanying?
And why do other people’s Nascent Souls have the image of babies, but their own is a teenager?”
After thinking about it carefully, he thought of a possibility.
Perhaps for the Nascent Soul, the power of the soul is equivalent to breast milk, and is the main source of nutrition.
The power of the soul of ordinary monks is not that strong, so the Nascent Soul is malnourished and can only maintain the form of a baby.
His soul power is strong enough, and he has mastered the method of soul regeneration, and his energy source is constantly provided to the Nascent Soul.
So the Nascent Soul is nutritious and even grows into a teenager...
Damn! I'm really getting more and more outrageous!