Cultivation starts from drawing superhuman physique

Chapter 309 Wu Huaxing

"Using the soul-swallowing body to promote Yangshen, I really don't know how to name this realm. I'm afraid that when encountering a real Yangshen, its soul essence will be restrained by my 'soul-swallowing' attribute, and it will become my meal. Tsk tsk, it took nearly [-]% of the soul power to deduce it successfully, it seems that we should use this stupid method less in the future, it would be easier to directly use the Ziyuan roulette to draw a Yangshen cultivation method..."

"However, there are also many benefits. I seem to have comprehended a trace of the law of the soul, as well as the law of yin and yang!"

Su Poman silently digested what he had gained from the epiphany just now, and then with a thought, the soul returned to the physical body, and returned to the ancestral aperture of the primordial spirit again.

At this time, he jumped out a thought, and under the control of his mind, this thought turned into a small world the size of a secret realm, in which the soul power generated mountains, rivers and green plants, just like the creation of the world.

"What a wonderful usage!"

Su Poman studied it for a while, and when he waved his hand, the small world instantly disappeared into nothingness, and once again turned into a crystal clear pure Yang thought that returned to the center of his eyebrows.

After being promoted to the Yang God Realm, his power of consciousness has also been greatly enhanced, and he can easily cover the entire Demon Territory, even including some corners of the neighboring Star Territory.

After confirming that no one had slipped through the net in this area, Su Poman raised his hand to open a space portal, and stepped into it in one step.

At the same time, demon-suppressing envoys wearing bronze masks are causing a bloody storm in the territory of the demon clan. Due to the blessings of various bloodlines and abilities, the combat power of these clones is very against the sky, and each of them has four calamities. At the peak of the immortal's combat power, if you use the power of law, even the scattered demons of the fifth or sixth calamity can be defeated.

However, the spirit shadow clone also has a disadvantage, that is, millions of clones cannot use the power of law at the same time, because the power of law is only mastered by the deity, so there are not many clones who can use the power of law at the same time.

Therefore, only when facing the masters of the demon clan, the power of law will appear on the demon suppressing envoy, but this kind of situation is rare. But the monks are extremely rare, not even a scattered demon who has survived five catastrophes can't appear in a star field.

From this, it can be imagined that within the territory of the Demon Race, there are very few forces that can resist the invasion of millions of demon-suppressing envoys. It is often one or two inconspicuous waves that soon disappear, and more are the demon-suppressing envoys. Sweeping across the star field like a devastation.

Lang Xing.

The purple clouds billowing in the sky kept churning, occasionally radiating a gleam of bright moonlight, making the dark world bright for a brief moment.

A majestic and steep mountain pierced through the purple clouds and stood in the extreme north.

On a huge cyan boulder at its peak, there is a ferocious monster the size of a small mountain crouching. The pines and waves below the mountain range are like a sea, and there is a layer of white mist.

The face of this monster is like a horse-faced skeleton, with wings on its back, red eyes and white pupils, and sharp teeth like knives in its mouth. A mass of gleaming red magic energy pervades its feet and limbs, and there are bone spurs like blades growing on its joints. From a distance, it looks like an enlarged version of a praying mantis.

"Tattoo..."

The monster's mouthparts seemed to contain some kind of special organ. At this time, it made a high-frequency vibration sound, just like the sound of a hammer hitting a block of wood quickly.

The sound was hurried, and seemed to have some kind of magic quality. The condensed white clouds in the middle of the mountain were shaken away by the sound, and turned into wisps of streams that drifted away with the wind.

As soon as the clouds dispersed, the scene in the pine forest appeared, densely packed with monsters the size of hyenas, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

Immediately afterwards, a series of "tat-tat-tat" sounds resounded through the entire mountain range.

In another basin, there lived a group of earth-attributed monsters covered in mud. Black air rose from their bodies, and their bodies were composed of a kind of soft mud in various shapes, exuding a disgusting stench. Gathering together, Qi Qi stared at the sky, as if waiting for something.

High in the sky, a large group of bone-clawed demon birds resembling pterosaurs flew over the basin. They were more than three hundred feet long, with their wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun, and their bowl-sized eyes were full of blood. Muddy saliva dripped from his long beak.

These monsters are physically tyrannical, wandering at the junction of the demons and humans, and every once in a while they will plunder the weak human races who cultivate stars, and cruelly devour them or take them back to the demon stars to raise them as livestock.

This day is another day when they go to the human race to repair the stars and 'grass valley'.

The demon monk was extremely excited, with a greedy and bloodthirsty light shining in his eyes, and he was inhumane at all.

To them, the human race and other races are nothing more than some blood food waiting to be slaughtered, which can improve their cultivation.

Even among the demons, they kill each other, bringing the rule of "the strong eat the weak" to the extreme, probably because most of the demons are created by the fusion of foreign objects or turbid qi from the world, and they have no moral concept and bottom line when they are born. Basically, they are all selfish people, and only the stronger ones can make them bow their heads and submit.

moo...

At this time, a low-pitched horn sounded from the sky.

"Come on, sons and daughters! Go to Wuhua Star to eat delicious meat!"

A hundred-foot-tall demon holding a long mace flew up first, rushing to the sky like lightning.

At this time, the star guard array of Langhe star was closed, and the black light above the dome flickered for a moment and then disappeared.

Whoosh whoosh!
A series of piercing sounds sounded, and figures with strong aura rose into the sky and fled into the starry sky.

"Tattoo!"

The praying mantis-shaped monster that was originally lying on the top of the mountain cast a secret technique, and instantly turned into a gigantic one thousand feet high. Monsters the size of hyenas flew up and landed on the monster's abdomen densely, curling up into a ball , like cicada larvae.

Then the praying mantis monster fluttered its wings, as if it had cut open the space, and its figure appeared directly in the starry sky.

The mud monsters in the basin fused with each other to form a huge black mud ball. After a moment of black light flickering around the mud ball, it condensed into a fist-sized magic bead and flew towards the outer sky.

An astonishing number of demon creatures almost conceived a large cloud of demons connected together in the starry sky, and they headed towards the human star repair star Wuhua mightily.

At this time, in the Wuhua Star, there was a scene of wind and cranes weeping.The only two Sanxians, after learning of the news that the demons of the Langhe star were about to invade a few days ago, they resolutely withdrew from the star, accompanied by some sect monks who left on ancient treasures.

Those casual cultivators with no background, as long as their cultivation base is lower than the cave void stage, basically have no possibility of leaving the star cultivator, and can only be trapped here to death.

In addition, there are still some stubborn factions who are unwilling to let their ancestral land be invaded by the demons, and want to use the star protection array to deal with the monsters.

Knowing that there is little hope, but their nature is like this, if they leave here, their state of mind will definitely be damaged, and it will be difficult to improve their practice.

At this time, for mortals, ignorance is obviously a good thing. Most mortal countries are still full of lights, a scene of joy and harmony, and have no idea of ​​the coming catastrophe.

At this time, in a dimly lit hall, dozens of high-ranking monks of the Conservative faction gathered together, and the atmosphere was somewhat dignified.

I don't know how long it was silent, a [-]-year-old man in a white robe stood up and bowed to the first person, his face was full of bitterness and asked: "Elder Zhu, what should we do now? The attack is menacing, this time without the master Sanxian sitting in charge, it will be as difficult as heaven to survive this calamity!"

This question also expressed the feelings of many people, so everyone in the hall looked at the red-robed old man sitting in the middle.

The expressions on everyone's faces were different and very complicated.

There is a tinge of hope mixed with despair, and a firm and resolute attitude is revealed in helplessness.

These people, at the moment they decided to stay, already had the will to die and were ready to fall.

But before that, they still hope to discuss an effective way to deal with the enemy.

At the very least, it can leave a trace of human fire for Wu Huaxing.

The red-robed old man looked calm, his eyes were bright and bright, like a newborn baby, his cheeks were slightly flushed, he pondered for a moment, and then let out a long sigh.

"Ah... the last time the demons attacked, my Wuhua Star had four Sanxian-level masters sitting in the town. Although they repelled the powerful enemy, they also caused the fall of old Murong and the serious injury of senior Qingcheng... The devil's thief, with ruthless methods Spicy and treacherous, if we don't wait for the ancestral court of the human race to come to help this time, Wuhua Star will be in danger!"

"However, our monks are going against the sky. If we retreat this time, we will not be able to understand our thoughts, and we will not be able to follow the Dao in the future. To live like this, it is better to kill a few demon cubs and be alone. It's just a life, why waste a fight!"

Having said that, the young monks in the hall couldn't help clenching their fists, their hearts surging.

"Yes, I heard the Tao from the morning, and I will die in the evening. We are all cultivators of the Wuhua Star Tianbao, inherited from the Tianbao Zhenjun of the fairy world, why are we afraid of the demons? Why do we hesitate to fight!" Another old man with an ancient and clumsy face resounded loudly road.

In an instant, the fighting spirit in the hall was high, and they all wished to fight the Langhe star demon clan right now.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Zhu nodded in satisfaction, and said in his heart: "These fellow Taoists are better than the people from the sect who are just trying to survive, but...it's a pity!"

"Although we have no chance of winning, we can't just sit back and wait for death. This time, there is a large array of guardians, and we must let this group of demon cultivators suffer! Next, the old man will explain Wuhuaxing's demon control plan in detail. Explain to everyone!"

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Outside the Wuhua star, a golden divine mirror danced around the stars, which looked like a mirror-shaped magic weapon inlaid with gold. A trace of divine glory bloomed from the mirror surface and shot into the depths of the starry sky.

In the endless starry sky, a large crimson devil cloud gradually emerged and moved towards this side quickly.

The golden god's mirror suddenly vibrated, and a ball of red light shot out from the mirror's surface, falling into Wuhua Star.

On a towering mountain, there stood a group of Qi-refining monks holding magic swords. They also participated in the plan to resist the demons.
One of the youths with an immature face looked at the red light falling from the sky, only felt his heart tremble, and his expression revealed a trace of nervousness.

Sweat dripped from his hair, and he subconsciously grasped the low-level magic sword in his hand, as if it was his only reliance for survival.

At the front of this group of Qi refining period monks stood a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a sword box on his back. His eyes were extremely sharp and seemed to contain layers of sword intent.

shhhhh!

Two flying swords, one red and one blue, shot out from the sword box behind him, encircling him with sword light continuously.

"Disciples of the Jade Sword Sect listen to the order, the demons are coming, prepare...to fight!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked back at these immature teenagers, with a flash of resentment in his eyes.

"promise!"

Young people who had just stepped into the world of cultivating immortals suddenly agreed, slapped their storage bags one after another, and took out pieces of talisman paper or various defensive magic weapons.

(End of this chapter)