The Ancestor of Body Repair

A quarter of an hour later, the three disciples of the Demon Flame Sect were directly captured alive by the huge gap between their numbers and strength.

Fang Hao and Bai Jie had approached Xu Zihang, and if they met a male cultivator, it was best to capture them alive. If Bai Jie absorbed them, the magic flame would last longer.

With the help of the blood coagulation technique, Bai Jie didn't have much scruples. Even if she absorbed more, it would not cause any hidden dangers in a short period of time. She also hoped to run the magic power of the Golden Core Stage for a longer time.

According to the estimates of several people, it would take another day or so to reach the destination. During this time, Bai Jie was completely able to absorb the flesh and blood magic essence of the three people.

The rest of the team had no opinion. Except for Bai Jie, no one practiced the technique of harvesting yang and nourishing yin.

Although only three people have been dealt with, as the top disciple of the Demon Flame Sect at the Foundation Establishment stage, his worth is quite a lot, and everyone is quite satisfied, and the eyes on Xu Zihang and Lu Kun have changed somewhat.

Xu Zihang controls the blood sword magic weapon with blood magic power. The power is amazing, and it definitely has the combat power of the pinnacle of foundation building. Although Zhang Yiyang did not use blood magic power, he could control the magic thunder talisman alone, and he actually cast two spells comparable to falling thunder. Strength is not simple.

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In the center of the first floor of the secret realm, where the magic energy meets, there are two conjoined mountain peaks exuding the essence of magic energy, the height of which is almost two hundred meters. Very solid.

There was still black smoke faintly emitting from the rock, and upon closer inspection, the air near the black smoke was distorted, obviously containing extremely high temperatures.

This conjoined mountain is not a giant peak. The bottom of the mountain is only about four hundred feet in diameter, and it gets narrower as it goes up. When it reaches the mountainside, the diameter is only two hundred feet.

The position of the mountainside is the boundary between the two mountain peaks. On the surface of the rock with a size of 100 meters in the middle, a thicker black smoke rises, and the air seems to be burning.

Going up the mountainside, the two peaks began to separate. At the top, the black rock was as narrow as a sharp cone, only enough for a few people to stand.

In addition to the black smoke, this conjoined twin-stone mountain is still trembling slightly, and there is a riot of energy accumulating inside, as if it will erupt at any time.

The foot of Shuangshi Mountain is surrounded by piles of fresh soil, and there are even many strange-shaped stones scattered around, exuding amazing magic energy.

The appearance of this mountain seems to have emerged from the ground.

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About three miles away from Shuangshi Mountain, there was a violent magic spell surging, surging dust stirred up on the ground, and trees in a radius of several hundred meters were flattened.

In the battlefield, it was obvious that there were two waves of troops. One side had more than 40 people, located outside the battle circle, besieging more than a dozen immortal cultivators inside.

After the battle between the two sides was intertwined for a long time, two ferocious auras poured out in vain. If Lu Kun was here, he would be surprised to find that these two auras had the coercion of the core.

The most striking among them are two incomparably rich magic light shields, like two huge black bowls, buckled upside down on the ground.

These two layers of shields are extremely thick, and powerful magic power flows on them, far exceeding the level of the monks in the foundation-building stage. Obviously, the breath of the core level is them.

Outside of the two shields, there were clearly two teams of men and horses surrounding them. Each team had more than 20 people. Judging by their robes and clothes, they belonged to the Seven Devils and the Yin-Yang Sect. !

"The disciples of the Qisha Sect obeyed the order and formed three formations to strangle the guys from the Blood Refinement Sect!" a slender, blushing handsome man in the Qisha Sect shouted loudly.

Following his words, the twenty-one people from the Qisha Sect formed a square formation in groups of seven, surrounding one of the black shields. of magic breath.

Immediately afterwards, seven instruments appeared above each square, namely swords, knives, spears, shields, rings, hooks, and whips. These third-level instruments were slowly condensed together under the effect of the magic power of forming pills.

They are combined into a peculiar weapon that looks like a gun but not a gun, like a sword but not a sword, and has strange accessories.

The three teams of Qishamen, twenty-one foundation-building cultivators, all looked solemn, and they used all their magic power to inject it into this strange weapon.

Each team manipulates a weapon with the breath of a magic weapon, which is completely equivalent to three monks in the early stage of forming a pill, controlling magic weapons to attack.

The black shield attacked by them is not bad. Every time it is attacked, it only disperses a little black magic light, and it is not immediately shattered.

As the aura of the black shield gradually dissipated, seven figures could be vaguely seen inside, and a corpse fell to the ground. At the center of them was a plain-looking woman exuding a strong charm.

It was the only female cultivator among the blood demons of the Blood Refinement Sect, Shangguanyue, the corner of her mouth was bleeding, her face was pale, and her eyes revealed regret and despair.

She knew very well in her heart that under the siege of all the disciples of Qisha Sect, even if this shield could withstand the middle stage of forming core, it would not last long.

There is only a dead end waiting for them!

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Outside another black shield not far away, there are twenty-four disciples of the Yin-Yang Holy Cult. These people are all male and female disciples. Each group has a complete set of magic tools. Power.

Twenty-four people joined forces, which is equivalent to twelve pseudo-magic weapons attacking at the same time. Although the power is not as powerful as the Qishamen, it is better than the number and the frequency of attacks.

The black magic light of the shield was quickly dimmed, revealing the figure inside.

This is Chen Fenghua's team. Their team is all in the realm of great perfection. There are only six people. They are also running the secret techniques taught by Elder Qian, which can resist the magic weapon attack in the middle stage of forming pills.

It is a pity that it can only be passively defended. Facing the continuous attack of the twelve peak foundation-building pseudo-magic weapons, it is only a matter of time before the collapse. The people inside, including Chen Fenghua, show despair.

Chen Fenghua and Shangguanyue never thought that the people of Qishamen and Yin-Yang Sect had just entered the secret realm, and they were united together.

The other thing they can't understand is why the troops of Qishamen and Yin-Yang Holy Cult rushed to the central area so quickly. If Chen Fenghua and Shangguanyue's team came here alone, I am afraid that they would be wiped out by the two troops in one encounter. .

"Boom!" A loud bang!

Shangguanyue's team couldn't support it at first, they lost one person at the beginning, and the formation of Qishamen was equivalent to three monks in the formation stage, taking turns to attack, and the black shield was broken.

In front of the three strange weapons with aura of magic weapons, Shangguanyue and the others were simply unable to resist and fell directly.

I am afraid that Old Demon Situ did not expect that their top disciples in the Foundation Establishment period had just entered the secret realm and only a few days ago, eight people died, and Chen Fenghua's team could not escape the poisonous hand!