Natural fairy species

"Even if the top-notch methods of disintegration of demons in the magic way, such as the sacrifice of the body and the blood-defying sky art, can't achieve such effects..."

Meng Shigui is not an uninformed casual cultivator. In his impression, there is no secret method that can instantly increase his strength by so much.

Moreover, the strange pale true flame that ignited on that person's body didn't burn the real thing, and if it touched a little, it went straight to the sea of ​​consciousness.

If he hadn't brought the third-order talisman that specially guarded the sea of ​​consciousness, he would have lost most of his combat power in pain.

Burning nearly half of the liquid mana, the invincible concealment strike from the Willow Leaf Sword failed to accomplish its full power.

Faced with the sword wound, he grabbed the flying sword with his bare hands, which severely damaged Feijian's spirituality, and he didn't respond no matter how he pushed it.

"Even the sea turtle known for its defense doesn't have this kind of physical strength..."

No bleeding, no pain, unparalleled divine power, and possessed by pale true flames, made Meng Shigui feel terrified.

"Without the Willow Leaf Sword, my strength has dropped by at least 30%... I won't be able to gain any advantage if I continue to fight with this kid. Go back and join the elder, and trouble him again!"

When the idea of ​​retreat rises, the fighting spirit drops sharply.

Meng Shigui ran his fingers quickly over his body to stop the pain, and at the same time tore open a talisman, and the torrent washed away to form a ten-foot wave.

Taking out a spare flying sword, the silver sword light rushed up and shot in the direction of Zengguang Xiancheng.

"Want to leave? How can there be such a good thing!"

Bai Zichen only felt that the power in his body seemed to be endless, and he would not feel exhausted at all.

It also turned into an identical silver sword light, accompanied by Lei Yin, directly broke through the wave, and quickly caught up with the delayed distance.

This time, the flying speed of Meng Shigui Yujian who was injured was not as fast as that of Bai Zichen, and the distance between the two was shortened rapidly.

"Boy, don't go too far... Don't think that I don't have the means to fight for my life!"

Meng Shigui shouted sternly, but in fact he really didn't have many cards.

A Youlongmen, which was established by eating the leftovers from the Ichthyosaur Sect, has a total of hundreds of years, how much heritage can it inherit.

The most quintessential treasures of the Fish Dragon Sect fell into the hands of Lord Long and the group of big demons who assisted him.

"I'm afraid you won't dare to risk your life!"

Bai Zichen was distracted from two tasks, and the bright and bright sword light was airtight, not asking for much damage, as long as it slowed down the speed of the black-faced monk.

When the distance between the two was close, the pale white true flame was also ignited on the Tianxin Sword, and the flying speed was 30% faster.

Bai Zichen bumped into Meng Shigui directly with his sword light, and the two tangled in the air and fell quickly.

Facing a string of sea mines blasting towards him, he just tilted his head slightly, allowing the sea mines to explode on his body, and took advantage of this effort to swing three punches with all his strength.

The first punch smashed a third-order amulet on Meng Shigui's body.

With the second punch, there was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and the mana, no matter how powerful, melted in front of Pale True Flame.

The third punch was like a rag bag with air leaking everywhere, and Meng Shigui completely limp into a ball.

call out!

The light of the sword turned, the sound of jade and thunder intersected, and a head flew into the sky.

Falling heavily to the ground from a height of hundreds of feet, Bai Zichen got up like a normal person, with four or five more sword wounds on his body, several blood holes that were blasted and corroded by the mine, and the bones could be seen faintly.

With the sword light flying horizontally and vertically, the black-faced cultivator who fell into a human shape was made up two more times, and at the same time, the pale true flame rushed up and burned a circle.

Generally speaking, the foundation-building cultivator's spiritual consciousness is weak, and it is impossible for him to survive without a support after his physical body is gone.

But Bai Zichen won't take this risk, who knows if this person has hidden the secret art of survival, survived in the form of a wisp of soul, and will cause trouble for himself in the future.

After making sure that the black-faced monk was too dead, Bai Zichen picked up the blue storage bag on his waist and the Tianxin sword tied with him.

He poked the corpse twice with the flying sword, and after confirming that there was nothing there, he quickly dug a deep hole and buried the black-faced monk in it.

Immediately finding the right direction, it turned into a sword light and flew away without stopping for a moment.

Who knows how long this person's companion will come, the sooner he leaves, the safer he will be.

Bai Zichen didn't expect that this shallow method of hiding corpses could be kept hidden for long. Even if the monks who have completed the foundation establishment are important disciples in the Nascent Soul Dazong, they will definitely attract Daoist Jiedan to investigate.

Even if it is burned to ashes, there is still a means of divination and backtracking, and with a little clue, you can find the last place where your fellow disciple died.

Five days later, a large flying boat landed.

Several monks came out, holding oil lamps, and scattered to search.

The leading monk's face was stiff, like a dead face, without any expression.

He walked slowly for a few steps, and suddenly came quickly to a pile of rubble. With a wave of his hand, the ground was lifted by a foot, and the soil was piled aside to form a mound.

There was a headless corpse lying on the ground, the body was scattered into a mess of mud, and there were traces of cutting with a sharp weapon.

"Elder Kuang, it seems to be Brother Meng's body..."

Junior Brother Sheng, who appeared at the gate of Zengguang Xiancheng at the same time as Meng Shigui, followed behind and said with a hint of panic.

"Senior brother Meng said that he seemed to have seen the trace of the Yinzhu sword. He suspected it was a remnant of the Ichthyosaur Sect, so he chased it directly... Who would have expected that it would fall here."

The inland hinterland is indeed more dangerous than the open sea, no wonder the elders want us to restrain our temper.

Junior Brother Sheng was a little scared, Meng Shigui was far stronger than himself, and he ended up in such a fate.

I don't know if he really bumped into the remnants of the Ichthyosaur Sect, or if he provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked.

"Nephew Meng was brutally beaten to death by a ruthless fist. All the bones in his body were broken, and none of them was intact... The murderer was a body cultivator with a perfect foundation. It is very likely that he came from the Nascent Soul Dazong. Divine power."

Boss Kuang Chang inspected the corpse with a dead face and came to a conclusion.

"The sword wound on his body was repaired by that man after Nephew Meng died, but it was used to deceive people, trying to make people think that Nephew Meng died at the hands of a sword repairman, trying to mislead us."

"It's just a small plan, how can I hide it from Elder Kuang... Then according to you, the murderer should not be a remnant of the Fish Dragon Sect? Among the core exercises of the Fish Dragon Sect, there is no special body training exercise."

Junior Brother Sheng flattered him a little, and asked curiously.

"It's hard to say. I don't rule out the possibility that the remnants of the Yulong sect switched to other sects to learn arts... There are too many coincidences in this matter. I suspect that the person Nephew Meng met that day is very likely to be the remnants of the Yulong sect."

Elder Kuang felt regretful, if it was really a remnant of the Ichthyosaur Sect, then he would have missed a great opportunity.

"It's a pity that I was talking with fellow members of the Du family that day, so I couldn't pay attention to the disciple's oil lamp. Otherwise, if I found out that Nephew Meng's spirit and soul had disappeared earlier, I might still have a chance to catch up with the murderer. It has been several days now, and the murderer has long been unknown. Fleeing tens of thousands of miles away."

"Go back to Chilong Island first, and report this matter to the senior brother in charge... It is related to the remnants of the Yulong Sect, so I must report to Lord Long."

Elder Kuang's expression is serious, the current five alchemy-level sects of the Ten Thousand Stars Islands are all grown up after the destruction of the Ichthyosaur Sect.

To be able to dominate in just a few hundred days among the outer sea islands where strong men are born, the background of relying on it is the fourth-order monster in the deep sea.

Lord Dragon!

...

Bai Zichen only cared about flying with Yujian, and didn't have time to think about other matters.

What is the origin of the black-faced monk, the harvest in the storage bag, the grievances and entanglements with the Ichthyosaurus Sect... etc., all have to be considered after he is completely safe.

"The body of Liuli Vulcan lasts for an hour, and I must find a safe enough place within this time."

Right now, Bai Zichen is still full of mana and full of energy.

But he knew in his heart that this was just an appearance, and after the time limit of Liuli Vulcan's body passed, it would be considered good if he still had the ability to take care of himself.

"The exercises only say that I will explode my glass body and return to the first level, without mentioning any other sequelae... But even if there are no serious sequelae, the injuries on my body alone would have killed more than half of my life!"

There were more than a dozen wounds on Bai Zichen's body, and the most serious one was naturally the sword wound that almost pierced him.

With the talent of Tianlinggen, any kung fu can be mastered as soon as one learns it, and any supernatural power can be mastered with a little effort. It took twenty years for the ancestor Ge Cang who can cultivate Yuanyang Shenlei to the highest level. The second layer of the glass body was completed.

A monk with different spirit roots, it is estimated that he will have a base for forty years.

Ordinary foundation-building monks may take nearly a hundred years to complete the second layer of the five-crystal glazed body.

Therefore, in Chuan Gong Palace, there has never been a senior who blew himself up on his glass body.

Bai Zichen even suspected that, apart from the fact that the patriarch Kaipai might have tried, he was the first foundation-establishment cultivator who blew himself up in the glazed body and experienced the glazed fire god body.

"The strange thing is that it is recorded in the exercises that the body of Liuli Vulcan burns everything...but the pale true flame that ignited on my body only burns the consciousness, how could there be a change?"

This thought flashed through my mind.

Now is not the time to study this matter, so we can only explore it later.

Flying nearly a thousand miles in one breath, realizing that there is not much time left in Liuli Vulcan's body, Bai Zichen's sword light landed on a remote mountain.

Turning around, I found a cave with a big snake the size of a bucket coiled inside.

Slashing the big snake with a single sword, and then setting up a breath-holding sound-proof formation, Bai Zichen fell to the ground.

The entrance of the cave is deliberately not blocked with stones, so that even if someone passes by, it will only be regarded as an ordinary snake cave.

The spiritual energy on this mountain is thin, and no monks should pass by.

Soon, a feeling of fatigue and powerlessness came to my heart, and the red glaze texture on the surface of the body was quickly receding, returning to normal skin color.

Bai Zichen could feel that the glazed body he had cultivated had completely disappeared, and the glazed fire jade in the sea of ​​consciousness had not condensed again.

The five-crystal glazed body retreated to the first floor.

"The sequelae of the self-exploding glazed body is exhaustion, draining half of the essence and blood...compared to the effect of the improvement, it is already quite benevolent."

Bai Zichen's complexion turned pale in an instant, his hands couldn't see a trace of blood, his whole body seemed to be terminally ill, and he didn't have any vitality.

All of a sudden, half of the essence and blood were lost, and it didn't take a year or a half to recover.

But thinking about the secret methods of demon disintegration in the magic way, the effect is not as good as self-explosion of the glazed body, but it has to pay the price of lowering the cultivation level or even exploding the body, so I feel more balanced.

"puff!"

Bai Zichen spat out another mouthful of blood, the sword wound on his chest exploded, and a trace of sword energy lingered on the wound.

Previously, the strong body was suppressed tightly, and it was not until this moment that it broke out.

At the same time, the wounds and pain all over his body were fed back, making him almost faint from the pain.