I slay demons and cook in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 16 Who is superstitious?
The most fatal weakness of a monk in the Qi refining period is the lack of spiritual power.

The defensive barrier can indeed offset most of the damage, but how difficult it is for them to maintain a defensive barrier at all times!

After Hu San, the rest of them were smashed one after another. Although they followed Hu San's example and sacrificed their defensive barriers, the spiritual energy in their bodies was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shen Qinglan jumped over the top of the statue's head to avoid another blow, because she attacked the top of the statue for a long time, finally a few scratches appeared there, but it obviously had no effect on it.

"If I don't find its weak point, I won't be able to withstand it anymore." She and Zhao Xianwu are low in cultivation, and it is really difficult to sacrifice enough spiritual power to resist attacks than the other three!

"Qing Lan, come to me." Nan Qing called out to her.

"No."

Before Shen Qinglan could say her refusal, Li Xinru stopped her.

"If the two of you stand together, the others will share the attack."

This is not wrong, although the statue's attack is random, but that guy actually knows that the rain and dew are evenly covered, and there is no one person output, and the number of times a group of people are hit is not much different.

"Sister Nanqing, no need." After saying that, Shen Qinglan stuffed another handful of jerky into her mouth. There were only a few of the nourishing pills, and she didn't dare to use them all at once.

"I'm just worried that the statue's wings are not for display."

Zhao Xianwu became anxious, "Could it be possible to fly? This is a stone statue!"

Shen Qinglan asked back, "This is a puppet."

Nan Qing, Hu San and the others also had this worry in their hearts, but no one spoke out.It's as if bad things don't happen until they're said.

Now that Shen Qinglan said it, Nan Qing's heart seemed to be pulled, "Qinglan, talk less and save some spiritual energy!"

Shen Qinglan sighed, do you need aura to speak?People who cultivate immortals still play superstition? !

Kacha, a stone fell from the statue's wings, followed by another one, but within a few breaths, the stones on the statue's wings fell one after another, revealing the cold glow inside.

For a moment, Shen Qinglan wondered if some hidden golden finger had been activated.

Crow mouth skills?
With a flutter of wings, the statue's feet left the ground, and with a swing of the stone hammer in its hand, it hit Zhao Xianwu who was about to jump up to avoid the attack!
puff!
A golden shield in Zhao Xianwu's hand was torn apart, and his whole body was blown to a corner of the hall. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell into a coma immediately.

Without giving anyone else a chance to recover, the stone hammer in the statue's hand turned around and hit Shen Qinglan!

She was too close to the statue, and it was very likely that she would not be able to retreat to a safe position. While moving back, she used all her spiritual power to build a defensive barrier!
boom!
The red barrier lasted for only a breath before being knocked apart. Shen Qinglan was hammered into the bluestone slab like Hu San, and there was another human-shaped stone pit on the ground of the hall!
"Qing Lan!"

Before she fell into a coma, the last thing she heard was Nan Qing's cry, and then she fell into darkness.
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Shen Qinglan guessed that she was dreaming. Just now a monster with a snake body and a human face passed through her body with its claws, tearing a monk behind her in two, but she herself couldn't even feel the wind.

Or was it not a dream, she was crushed to death by a statue?
Here is hell?
Otherwise, what is going on with this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood?

There are also those groups who are fighting, the giant python with three heads, the magic cultivator wrapped in black magic energy, and the human cultivator who casts five-color spells.

Obviously they were screaming, but she couldn't hear a sound.

You can only see the spells colliding together to emit dazzling light.

There were monsters and beasts all the time, some people died in front of her, and the powerful spells released by those great powers passed through her body.

She wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound.

She was terrified, but powerless to change the status quo.

Until she was attracted by a figure, a monk in a black robe, with a pair of wings turned into flames behind him.

The hammer in his hand is somewhat similar to the stone hammer held by the statue, but the black monk's hammer is made of metal and has great power.

I saw him wielding the hammer, seeming to move mountains and seas, and directly hammered a nine-tailed fox to death.

Then he turned around and hammered at another big monster.

Seeing the other party's agile look, Shen Qinglan almost blurted out swear words!

Although she didn't know why she saw this, it must have something to do with the hammer and its owner.

Anyway, none of the magic spells here could hurt her, and she could actually jump a few feet away when she tried to use the lightness technique!
Followed closely by the black-robed monk, watching him beat Yaoxiu and Moxiu to death one after another.

His defense is extremely strong, even if one arm was cut off by the demon, the hammer in his hand still killed countless people.

However, as the number of human cultivators dwindled, most of the demon cultivators remained on the battlefield. Occasionally, demon cultivators flashed by and were quickly wiped out.

Until the last few human cultivators were besieged by a group of demon cultivators, the hammer in his hand became the target of several demon cultivators attacking at the same time.

The direction of each move was the hammer in his hand, and finally the hammer fell from his hand.

The flame wings behind him disappeared in an instant, and the black robes dispersed like smoke.

A Jinpeng's sharp claws pierced his naked chest, blood spattered everywhere, and her heart was also seized, staring at the monk firmly.

Probably because of the intense pain that made the man lift his body, Shen Qinglan met his eyes at that moment.

He is looking at her!

Yes, Shen Qinglan took a few steps back frightened by this thought, the monk really raised the corner of his mouth at her.

Finally, his eyes fell on the hammer that fell to the ground, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

Immediately following a strong fluctuation of spiritual power, Shen Qinglan's eyes darkened and fell into darkness again.

"Qing Lan! Qing Lan!" It was Nan Qing's voice.

At this time, Shen Qinglan's head was still buzzing, and when she opened her eyes, her eyes were blurred. She instinctively raised her hand to wipe it off, and found that her head was blooming, and blood was flowing all over her face.

"Qing Lan!" Nan Qing finally rushed to her side, grabbed her body with all her strength, and led her behind a pillar.

"Qing Lan!"

Shen Qinglan was weak, "He's still alive."

Nan Qing cried, "I just thought you were crushed to death!"

just?

Shen Qinglan watched the battle with the black-robed monk in the dream, and it had been several hours.

Unexpectedly, when he woke up, it was after being smashed just now.

"Be careful!" Hu San's voice came, Shen Qinglan and Nan Qing pulled each other almost at the same time, and slid towards the other direction at high speed.

Bang, another pillar was smashed!

Shen Qinglan didn't care about other things, picked up the sword and rushed back, "If you don't want to die, just listen to me, attack the connection between the statue and the hammer with all your strength!"

"What?" Others were puzzled.

"Believe me, God of Thunder just entrusted me with a dream!"

other people:…………

Who is superstitious?
All the dreams come out? !
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In case You Baozi didn't see it and made a speech——
PS: Some Taoist friends said that it is not fast to refine Qi to the fifth level with a single spiritual root for five years. As mentioned before, there have been no monks in Tongjianmen for tens of thousands of years. Certainly.

Of course, this setting is also related to the following plot, so I won’t spoil it first.

(End of this chapter)