Mortal's Immortal Way of Longevity

Chapter 184 The extreme yin strikes, overwhelming the Nascent Soul! (23, please subscribe!)
The sudden change made Wu Chou a little confused, almost unable to react.

That late-stage foundation-building cultivator who had been personally tested by his spiritual sense was actually a late-stage alchemy cultivator?
From this point of view, this person is not the manager of Miaoyinmen at all, but a person who wants to seize the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo.

Really looking for death!
Do you think that things on Jiyin Island are so easy to grab?
After hearing Wu Chou's words, Chihuo old monster immediately let out a strange laugh, and a black cloud of fifty or sixty feet appeared under his feet, and he quickly chased after the fleeing person.

But Wu Chou did not move for the time being.

His heart was full of anger, his eyes were spitting fire, and he immediately tore off the string of ornaments on his neck.

Then, he took off a skull from it, murmured words, and said a lot of news quickly.

After finishing speaking, he immediately threw the skull into the air.

"boom!"

With a bang, the skull exploded and disappeared into a cloud of black air.

Wu Chou took a look, and then quickly chased in that direction.

The three alchemy cultivators fled and chased after each other, and quickly flew tens of hundreds of miles away from the sea of ​​fog.

Not long after they left, in the center of the sky-reaching fog sea, the fog suddenly churned violently.

A strange whistle sounded, and in a secret room in the center of Jiyin Island, a thin middle-aged man with slender eyes suddenly opened his eyes.

With a cloud of black air clenched in his hand, a sneer appeared on this person's face.

"In the late stage of alchemy, who dared to come to my sky-reaching foggy sea to snatch something? Who is it? Or is it someone who set me up for the ancestor?"

"Hey, patriarch, I have great supernatural powers, and I have already cultivated the corpse fire of Tiandu. As long as I am not those two old ghosts from Tianxing City, why should I be afraid?"

"I want to see who is so courageous!"

As he said that, the man let out a strange howl, stretched out his hand and pinched a seal formula, and in an instant, green lights flew in from the secret room and fell into his sleeve.

He laughed loudly, his figure rose from the ground, turned into a ray of black light, and quickly flew out of Jiyin Island.

Ye Changsheng galloped all the way, and after flying thousands of miles, he stopped suddenly.

Behind him, two escaping lights pursued closely, one of them was shrouded in a cloud group of several tens of feet, and from time to time, rumbling thunder sounded in the cloud group.

This person is the famous Chi Huo old monster in Luan Xinghai, who practiced the famous sunflower water magic art.

Behind him, that black light was much weaker in momentum.

Wu Chou's strength is still much worse than that of Chihuo Boss, a monk who has entered the late stage of alchemy for many years.

Seeing Ye Changsheng stop, the two of them immediately slowed down and flew over vigilantly.

"Hey hey hey!"

There was a sneer, and the old monster Chihuo looked at Ye Changsheng maliciously.

He and Wu Chou stared at Ye Changsheng closely from left to right, the magic weapon in their hands had appeared, and they were ready to strike at any moment!

"Who are you? Dare to rob our Jiyin Island?" Wu Chou asked angrily.

It is simply unforgivable for a mere alchemy cultivator to dare to act wildly on the territory of Jiyin Island.

Just when Wu Chou was thinking about whether to use some powerful means to give this person some power before his grandfather arrived.

He saw a strange smile on the corner of Ye Changsheng's mouth.

The opponent's eyes suddenly burst into light, and two curved blades appeared, which flew into his mind in an instant.

Before Wu Chou had time to react, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, his eyes went dark, and then he lost consciousness.

With a strange cry, the cold and cruel smile on Old Monster Scarlet Fire's face immediately froze, and an unbelievable look flashed in his eyes.

In his eyes, he only saw Ye Changsheng smile strangely at Wu Chou, and then Wu Chou fell down inexplicably.

How is this going?

Before he had time to think about it, the scarlet fire old monster was so frightened that he died, his heart was filled with fear, and a strong sense of crisis came to his heart.

He quickly turned around and wanted to run away.

However, the cloud cluster stopped suddenly and dissipated soon after it flew out less than a foot away.

The corpse of the old monster Scarlet Fire was exposed from it, bleeding from all seven orifices, and his face was extremely ferocious.

The soul-killing seal easily killed the two alchemy cultivators. Ye Changsheng reached out and took away their storage bags.

Then flames popped out of his hands and burned the bodies of the two people.

Next, he didn't go directly, but stood in the air where he was, and waited quietly.

Not long after, a black light suddenly appeared in the distance, rushing towards this side at an extremely fast speed.

In the black light, there is a middle-aged man with a pale complexion and slender eyebrows.

He looked at the person standing in the air in front of him with a gloomy expression, and his heart was full of rage and killing intent.

Not long ago, he sensed that his grandson had died.

This is one of his most valued successors, and his inexplicable death is undoubtedly related to this person in front of him.

Patriarch Jiyin was shocked and angry, and a little unbelievable.

But how could a late-stage alchemy monk, not a Nascent Soul monk, kill his grandson so quickly?
What's more, even the old monster Chihuo seemed to have been killed!
There's something quirky about it!
Could it be that there are other Nascent Souls lurking here?
The ancestor of Jiyin carefully scanned over and over again with his spiritual sense, but found nothing.

No Nascent Soul cultivator was found, nor was there any hidden formation.

In the airspace ahead, there is nothing but emptiness.

Wu Guang flew towards him at a high speed, and stopped three or four miles away from Ye Changsheng. The Jiyin Patriarch appeared and looked at Ye Changsheng standing in front with a gloomy expression.

"You, a cultivator of alchemy, don't run away when you see me?" Patriarch Jiyin asked sullenly, looking at Ye Changsheng with crazy killing intent in his eyes.

"I'm a monk of alchemy, and I can't compare to you, the ancestor, so what's the use of escaping?" Ye Changsheng said with a smile on his face.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The ancestor Jiyin laughed angrily, said hello three times, and his face became a little distorted, extremely hideous.

Resentful hatred and crazy killing intent gushed out of his eyes, and the terrifying coercion belonging to the Nascent Soul stage emanated from him.

"Who the hell are you? What method did you use to kill my grandson just now?" The voice of the Jiyin Patriarch was extremely cold, like a ghost crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell.

"Do you think I will tell you this kind of thing?" Ye Changsheng said with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Patriarch Jiyin's face was bruised, and he said coldly: "Since you don't want to say it, then go to hell!"

"A mere alchemy cultivator, no matter how many means you have, you can never compete with Nascent Soul cultivator!"

At the same time that Patriarch Jiyin yelled angrily, he flicked his big sleeve, and eighteen green lights flew out from it, turning into corpses one after another.

These refined corpses are covered in emerald green, covered in black and shiny iron armor, bare-handed, inch-long nails are extremely sharp, and mouths are full of scorched yellow fangs.

After these refined corpses appeared, they gave Ye Changsheng a ferocious smile, and then rushed towards him quickly.

Patriarch Jiyin yelled fiercely, but in fact he was still very cautious in his heart, first released the refined corpse to throw stones to ask for directions.

Take a look at the weirdness of this boy in the late stage of alchemy.

Eighteen celestial corpses rushed towards Ye Changsheng with a gust of evil wind. Each of them has a cultivation base of alchemy, copper skin and iron bones, and they are not afraid of the attacks of ordinary magic weapons at all.

These days all corpses, even one head, would be a big trouble for ordinary alchemy cultivators, let alone eighteen heads.

Ye Changsheng flicked his fingers repeatedly, and star marks and sword energy flew out, slashing at the eighteen corpses of Tiandu.

"Clang! Clang"

There was a sound like striking iron, and the sword energy slashed at the body of the refining corpse, shooting out large swathes of sparks, and these refining corpses were chopped off, with wounds of varying degrees appearing on their bodies.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Seeing this scene, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Jiyin Patriarch, feeling very unbelievable.

The opponent's sword qi supernatural power can cut open wounds on the body of Tiandu's corpse. Isn't this power too strong?

After beheading the eighteen Heavenly Capital Corpses, Ye Changsheng suddenly moved, and flew forward quickly, flicking his hands repeatedly, shooting out streams of sword energy rapidly.

"Good come!"

Patriarch Jiyin was not surprised when he saw Ye Changsheng rushing towards him, but he would not have dared to attack if the opponent had stayed where he was.

He was afraid that Ye Changsheng would leave something like a formation there to ambush him.

Now, Ye Changsheng actually rushed up on his own initiative, there is no reason why the ancestor of Jiyin didn't make a move.

In his opinion, no matter how you put it, he is just a cultivator of alchemy, so could it be possible to turn the world upside down?

The ancestor Jiyin was full of demonic energy, gathered together, and condensed into two pitch-black fireballs in his hands.

He laughed bitterly, and said, "Let you see how powerful the corpse fire of the old ancestor Tiandu is!"

As he said that, he flicked his fingers, and the two balls of magic fire flew out immediately, turning into thin threads of fire, which were entangled together, forming an overwhelming fire net, and rushed towards Ye Changsheng.

Tiandu Corpse Fire is a very powerful demonic fire. After cultivating this kind of demonic fire, Jiyin patriarch thought that he was also a powerful character among the monks in the early Yuanying period.

After this flame has been cultivated, it hasn't killed anyone yet, let's try the power of the magic fire with this reckless kid today.

Patriarch Jiyin thought so in his heart, while his Heavenly Capital Corpse Huo rushed forward, the eighteen Heavenly Capital Demonic Corpses around him also rushed out quickly, surrounding Ye Changsheng.

Looking at the overwhelming fire net, Ye Changsheng smiled strangely, and opened his mouth to spew out an extremely pure purple flame.

Celestial Purple Flame!

Since entering the late stage of alchemy, he has also mastered this supernatural power, and he can use it without the help of the Zhoutian star mirror.

After the finger-thick purple flames spewed out, they immediately spread out, burning blazingly, turning into a sea of ​​purple flames, rushing over violently.

As soon as the two flames collided, they immediately made a hissing sound and devoured each other.

At the same time, the Zhoutian Star Mirror flew up above Ye Changsheng's head. When the mirror flickered, a silver light flew out, covering Ye Changsheng.

Those Tiandu demon corpses that rushed forward were all ejected one by one.

Then, the mirror turned, and a purple light shone on one of the eighteen corpses.

In an instant, a purple flame appeared out of thin air on the refining corpse and began to burn.

The flames burned extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the corpse's size shrunk by half, and it was suspended in the air without moving.

Obviously useless!
"what?"

Seeing this scene, Patriarch Jiyin was shocked, a monk who formed a pill could actually release a flame comparable to his own corpse fire in the sky?

Just one face-to-face ruined his entire Heavenly Demon Corpse!
Patriarch Jiyin twitched in distress, wishing to immediately skin the cramp in front of him!
But then something that shocked him even more happened.

Patriarch Jiyin saw that the fire net constructed by his Tiandu Corpse Fire retreated steadily in front of the purple flames, and was devoured to the point that not much remained.

Tiandu Corpse Fire is not the opponent of that kind of purple flame!
"Who on earth is this kid?" Patriarch Jiyin was filled with endless shock and anger.

I have never heard of such a person appearing in the alchemy period.

To be able to fight this Nascent Soul cultivator to such an extent!

As a giant of the demonic way who is famous in the sea of ​​chaos, the Jiyin Patriarch's methods are naturally more than these.

Rubbing his hands together, a bigger black fireball appeared on the hands of the ancestor Jiyin, and he slapped it with one hand.

The ball of fire immediately turned into a giant flaming python, and rushed towards Ye Changsheng with a frightening momentum.

Ye Changsheng pinched the formula in his hand, and the form of the Protoss Ziyan in front of him immediately changed, no longer scattered, but gathered together, turning into a purple flame, and collided with the black Huo Mang.

At the same time, Patriarch Jiyin spat out a jet-black flag, and he quickly waved it in his hand.

Immediately, black air billowed in the sky, and dozens of miles around were shrouded in this black as black mysterious Yin demonic energy, and these mysterious Yin demonic energy penetrated into the Tiandu Corpse Fire and those refining corpses one by one.

Immediately, as if oil had been poured on it, the corpse flames of the Heavenly Capital became more and more intense, extremely turbulent.

And those Tiandu demon corpses also seemed to have eaten some great tonic, their momentum skyrocketed, and the wounds on their bodies healed quickly.

They rushed towards Ye Changsheng crazily.

Ye Changsheng snorted coldly, and the star mirror above his head flew high into the sky, and a beam of purple light rushed out of the sky, turning the world into darkness in a short while.

In the sky, lightsabers burning with purple flames fell down!
boom!
boom!
boom.
Behind every loud noise was the destruction of a Heavenly Capital Demon Corpse. After seventeen loud noises, all the Heavenly Capital Demon Corpses of Patriarch Jiyin were destroyed.

Patriarch Ji Yin's heartbroken face twisted, and before he had time to be startled and angry, he saw sword qi burning with purple flames smashing down on him from the pitch-black sky.

"how is this possible?"

Patriarch Jiyin let out an unwilling roar, he couldn't believe that a cultivator of alchemy could push himself to such a point.

Stretching out a finger, the pitch-black magic banner rushed up, trying to wrap the Zhoutian star mirror.

However, a sword qi fell, and the magic banner was shot down, and the raging purple flames immediately burned the magic banner.

The second sword qi fell, and the Jiyin patriarch let out a strange howl, and the thick mysterious yin demonic aura shot up into the sky, blocking him.

The third way!
Fourth way.
(End of this chapter)