Biography of the Immortals

A woman wearing a snow-white monk's robe, bare feet like jade, black hair tied behind her head, and a fairy-looking bun, came with a sword.

This doomed man is so beautiful that he is not stained with dust and smoke. If the Nine Heavens Luoshen is relegated to the mortal world, no words can describe his appearance, and no brush can show his divine bones.

Yan Xi's heart was shaken, he didn't dare to confront the flying sword with his bare hands, he shook his body, and turned into a Nanming Suzaku, with the immortal star outside him manifesting, although he was hit by the bright yellow sword light, it only cut a gap of tens of meters.

Nanming Suzaku is not as huge as the Nine Heavens Fire Dragon, but its head and tail are several thousand meters long, and a gap of only tens of meters can be closed by itself with a turn of mana.

Monk Huang Mei's voice came from Yan Xi's head, and he shouted: "Flower God Buddha, although you have painstakingly planned to kill me, but the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, if you turn around, I am still willing to give you a way out."

"Betrayed the devil Tathagata, worship under my seat, I will spare you from death."

Yan Xi was startled, and thought: "Is Monk Huang Mei so brave? You have been pierced through the chest, and you don't know how much power you have left, and you are clamoring to spare him? Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

Nan Huaying smiled lightly, the sword light lingered, and the whole body of Yan Xi's slashed body was full of flames. If it weren't for the three fire scriptures that could produce three kinds of immortal gangs, Yan Xi had survived two catastrophes. Gang has already achieved great success, but he really can't stand the flying sword of this flower god and Buddha.

Monk Huang Mei continued to export Buddhist power to improve Yan Xi's Taoism, but Yan Xi was really inferior, and he fell into a disadvantage at the beginning of the battle.

Huang Meiseng still shouted: "Brother Bingling Gongdao, I am kind by nature, and I don't want to fight hard. If you are stubborn again, I will persuade him to let go of his worries and attack with all his strength."

What Nan Huaying responded was that, with a puff of true energy, the bright yellow sword light soared, and Yan Xi was sent flying dozens of kilometers away with just one blow.

Yan Xi didn't care about Huang Meiseng's urging any more, he turned around and ran away by driving the light, shouting: "We are really not opponents."

Huang Meiseng sighed, and said: "I wanted to scare her, but I didn't expect Huashen Buddha to be so reckless, and she is not intimidated by false words."

Yan Xi thought in his heart: "Are you willing to use such a trivial skill?"

Yan Xi tried his best to use his red wings to soar into the sky, and opened a distance of tens of kilometers, but after flying two to three hundred kilometers, Nan Huaying chased after him.

Huang Meiseng still didn't give up, and shouted loudly: "Looking at the Buddhist lineage, I will spare your life. If you don't know the fun, I will fight with Brother Bing Linggong."

Yan Xi was about to tell Monk Huang Mei to say a few words less, when he heard Monk Huang Mei say: "The magic sword of the Flower God Buddha contains extremely strong demonic energy. I thought I could suppress it just now, but now it is becoming more and more impossible. gone."

Yan Xi was startled and said, "Then what should I do?"

Huang Meiseng said, "I can't help you for now."

When Yan Xi called out again, Monk Huang Mei was speechless.

Seeing that Nan Huaying was about to kill him again, Yan Xi saw a high mountain in front of him, so he slammed into it, thinking: "Go to the ground and hide."

Seeing that Yan Xi had hid in the mountain, Nan Huaying didn't hesitate, she raised her hand and it was a thousand flowers robbery, and when she pressed her hand, the mountain collapsed.

A blaze shot up into the sky, seeing Nan Huaying, the people in the blaze shouted furiously: "Why do fellow Taoists destroy my other career?"

Nan Huaying saw this person, unlike Yan Xi, she did not act recklessly, and asked, "Who is the fellow Taoist?"

The man in the flames shouted: "Mr. Bing Ling!"

Nan Huaying didn't hesitate any more, she pointed her plain hand, rolled the bright yellow sword light, and involved the person in the fire light, the two sides fought for half an hour, the sword light broke through the opponent's protective fairy gang, and beheaded the poor Bing Linggong fall dust.

Nan Huaying circled around and didn't see Yan Xi, she thought to herself: "I didn't expect this person's skill to be quite superb, and he even cultivated an incarnation outside the body. Although I killed his incarnation outside the body, I can Let this person escape."

Yan Xi watched Bingling flying into the sky, declared himself a family, was beheaded by Nanhua Yingsheng, and hid among the rocks, trembling.

This woman is too fierce.

Binglinggong is also a Sanxian who has survived the two calamities of wind and fire, but he didn't even have half an hour.

Didn't make it through.

Yan Xi looked at Nan Huaying, Jian Guang circled in the air, and flew away to the south. Only then did he use his skills to force Huang Meiseng out from between his eyebrows.

Huang Meisheng was like a doll, the size of a palm, with a faint smile, a long sword with a dazzling blue light stuck in his chest, and he remained motionless.

Yan Xi didn't know what happened to him, so he randomly found a huge boulder, dug a hole, and stuffed Monk Huangmei in it. out.

Yan Xi was able to turn Mo Haigong into an incarnation because he stole his pure inner alchemy, which caused Mo Haigong to fall to the realm of the sword fairy.He was able to convert the Three Vulcan Lords into character cards because the Three Vulcan Lords were knocked down by the Wind Tribulation and Fire Tribulation.

As for this Lord Bing Ling, Yan Xi only took a look at it, and simply gave up the time and space power needed to convert it into a character card, because he didn't have so much time and space power.

Yan Xi took out a small black and red gourd, put Bing Linggong's body in it, and thought to himself: "If a fire-type loose immortal who has survived the two kalpas of wind and fire can be refined into a five-fire Taoist soldier, I don't know How mighty."

"Although he is dead, he may not be able to practice it, but why not try?"

Yan Xi also took a quick look at Bing Linggong's magic bag.

Bing Linggong is a serious casual cultivator, and he has been cultivating for a long time, because his cultivation has already reached the bottleneck, and he does not know how many years it will take to survive the thunder disaster, so he sacrificed many magic weapons.

It was the first time for Yan Xi to make such a windfall of taste.

Bing Linggong's magic treasure bag is made from the stomach pouch of an overseas giant whale. It has a huge space, which is half the size of a football field. Various treasures of heaven, material and earth are piled up like a mountain. In the center of the treasure bag.

Poor Lord Bingling hadn't had time to take out these magic weapons when he was dying.

If he had the chance to take out the magic weapon, Nan Huaying would definitely chop it up together with the magic weapon, and it would not be Yan Xi's turn to make such a windfall.

Yan Xi had just checked the harvest, when a bright yellow sword light appeared from the void, he yelled: "Not good!"

Nan Huaying unexpectedly left and returned.

Yan Xi fled to the sky in a hurry, and just before he left, he remembered that he had left Huang Meiseng behind. When he wanted to pick up Bing Linggong, it was not easy for Huang Meiseng to see him, so he found a stone temporarily and opened a hole , stuffed Huang Meiseng in, but how can there be time now, go back and look for it?

Yan Xi regretted it, at that time he should have grabbed the blue light long sword, stabbed it more, twisted it, Huang Meiseng would probably die.

Let him recover from his injuries, and there will be endless troubles.

At this moment, it was too late to regret. Yan Xi hastily cast Zhu Yi soaring into the sky, opened the distance, his brain was jumping wildly, his brain was boiling, and he was about to travel back.