Seeking immortality.

Chapter 220 The power of the magic weapon, shocking the enemy with a single sword

"How, fellow daoist, can you be open and honest, this is your only chance, tell me your identity, how did you enter here, and who are your companions?"

"As long as you explain all of this clearly, the old man can be the master. The grievances between you and our sect will be left alone, and the war will be turned into friendship."

"I told you, do you believe me?"

Qin Yan said lightly.

"As long as a fellow Taoist is willing to speak, I will naturally have a way to tell the difference."

Qin Yan rolled his eyes.

With his city, of course he would not believe such nonsense.

If I really agree, the next step for the other party is probably to let myself be bound.

What's more, I have already killed two of their immortal cultivators, turning hostility into treasures, what a joke, which sect would be so magnanimous?

It's almost like cheating a child!
He sighed: "Don't show these fancy tricks. If you fellow Taoists want to do it, please feel free to do so."

"What a big breath."

"Boy, I think you are tired of living."

Seeing Qin Yan's indifferent attitude, the other two Baiqiao Academy monks who had been silent all this time couldn't help shouting.

"Since Fellow Daoist rejects Yu's kindness, don't blame me for being merciless."

The face of the old man in the soap robe showed a look of regret, and then he turned his palm and took out a formation plate from his arms.

As for the rest of the cultivators, they did the same thing, except that what they held on to was the palm-sized Dharma flag.

The four were not only ordered to ambush here, but also arranged a formation in advance.

In this way, as long as the other party is not an immortal cultivator of the Golden Core level, there is no way to escape from their hands.

And this place, it is impossible to have a golden core monk.

"As the saying goes, God has the virtue of loving life. If fellow Taoists change their minds now, before it's too late, just tie them up and answer my questions honestly. Yu can't guarantee your life."

The other party opened his mouth to make the final persuasion. After all, if it can save trouble, he is not willing to use violence.

However, Qin Yan turned a blind eye.

"It's really a guy who doesn't cry when he sees the coffin."

A flash of anger flashed across the old man's face, so he stopped talking, and with a flick of his sleeve, the spell changed, and several flashes of spiritual light hit the array in front of him.

boom!
Immediately, the spiritual energy surged, and a mask suddenly emerged, covering the entire area of ​​several acres.

Obviously, this is to prevent Qin Yan from escaping.

Then he played another spell.

Roar!
An earth-shattering roar reached the ears.

Then a huge monster with the body of a tiger but a neck like a python, with three heads and a length of seven to eight feet, appeared in his eyes.

Obviously, this is also a monster transformed by the magic circle, and the aura it exudes is extremely powerful, and it has reached the state of great perfection in the foundation building period.

From the old man's point of view, this thing alone can't beat the opponent, not to mention the four of us, watching the tiger from the side, this kid is already a fish on the chopping board, and it is extremely stupid to resist.

But he was not going to persuade him anymore, since he did it, why bother, catching him and performing the soul search technique can also achieve the same effect.

Facing so many opponents, Qin Yan showed no fear on his face. He flipped over with one hand, and he held a simple fairy sword in his palm.

It is the natal treasure left by the golden core demon cultivator.

Trapped deep in the formation and besieged by four late-stage foundation-building monks, although Qin Yan reckoned that he might not lose, it would obviously be a tough battle.

And there is no certainty of victory.

What should I do?
Of course, it is desperate to use the trump card.

The eyes of the four were indeed attracted by the fairy sword in his hand.

"This is... a magic weapon?"

The monks of Baiqiaoyuan were a little surprised.

But soon he sneered.

"This kid is really interesting. A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator actually took out a magic weapon. I don't know if it's true?"

"Hey, even if it's true, so what, can he sacrifice it?"

"Is it possible to hold it in your hand and stab it like a secular warrior?"

"It really makes people laugh out loud. Only a cultivator above Jindan can use this level of treasure. Does the other party think that holding a magic weapon in his hand will make me feel apprehensive and afraid?"

……

While ridiculing, the eyes of the four couldn't help showing greed. After all, whether the magic weapon can be used or not, its value is astonishing.

With such a trophy, it really was a worthwhile trip.

Since the four of them moved their minds, of course they didn't want to miss the benefits in front of them. Only the old man in the soap robe felt something was wrong in his heart.

He waved his hand and sacrificed his treasure.

The shape is very strange, it looks like a gold ingot.

The other three also stopped laughing, no one was willing to lag behind, and spiritual weapons of various shapes flew out of their sleeves.

In the blink of an eye, the siege of the four people was completed.

In front, the ferocious monster took the lead.

So, nothing goes wrong.

Unless the other party is really a Golden Core cultivator.

The old man in the soap robe secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and also felt that he was a little too nervous.

"Humph."

Qin Yan's murderous look was revealed on Qin Yan's face. How could he let himself fall into a passive state after he had already prepared his momentum? He took a deep breath, and suddenly threw out the fairy sword he was holding with a wave of his hand.

At the same time, his hands danced at a dizzying speed, but in the blink of an eye, several seals were transformed in succession.

Then he stretched out his index finger with his right hand, and pointed forward solemnly like a mountain: "Disease!"

The voice did not fall.

The gray sword light soared into the sky, accompanied by the sudden emergence of spiritual pressure like the raging waves of the sea, and the four cultivators of Baiqiaoyuan felt that their breathing was stagnant.

"not good!"

The old man's face changed suddenly, and he shot out a formula without even thinking about it. He immediately took back the ingot-shaped spiritual weapon, suspended above his head, and released a golden light curtain, covering his whole body.

The reaction of the other three people was slower. The spirit weapon in their hands had already hit Qin Yan, so their faces changed drastically, but it was too late to take it back.

And the one that bears the brunt is the huge tiger-like monster with the heads of three pythons. Almost together with the spirit weapons of the three people, it is swallowed by the surging sword light.

The wailing came to the ears, but it stopped abruptly. The monster transformed by this formation may be considered the top combat power in the foundation building level, but it can't stop Jindan's all-out attack at all.

This kind of big gap in realm brings the effect of crushing.

There was no suspense at all, the opponent was reduced to ashes in the surging sword light.

"Do not."

Then there are the three immortal cultivators, their fates are similar, even though they have resorted to all kinds of protection in a hurry.

But all struggles are in vain.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is a strict hierarchy. Except for freaks like Qin Yan, other foundation cultivators are as fragile as paper in the face of the full-strength attack of the Jindan Patriarch.

With the general effect of crushing, they were wiped out like chickens and dogs.

(End of this chapter)