Alchemy Dao Immortal

Chapter 513: Standing High and Unrivaled
The next moment, a resentful cry sounded, and from the lifeless body of the red-clothed Demon Sect monk, a string of bubbles flew up. They were large and small, colorful, and had a dark luster. There were countless human faces inside, which looked extremely terrifying.

Then, an invisible giant hand seemed to appear, holding a needle and thread, stringing all the bubbles together. A Yuanying was squeezed in the center, stepping on black clouds with a distorted face.

A strong negative emotion erupted from Yuanying, containing resentment and curse that could not be washed away in the world, as if it were real.

The Nascent Soul of the Red-Clothed Demon Sect monk stared at Zhou Qing with hatred filling his heart!
He used the magic weapon, the Human Face Lamp, to attack Zhou Qing but failed. Instead, he was attacked back and had to use his own spirit to feed himself, which seriously damaged his vitality. He was also targeted by Zhou Qing, one of the ten great disciples of Zhenyi Sect. He was unable to catch his breath and looked at the mighty infinite void thunder all around him, feeling precarious.

Fortunately, he still had two companions present, and seeing this full-strength attack made him happy. As long as Zhou Qing was restrained by his companions for a while and the power on him was slightly reduced, he would temporarily escape from the thunder, take a breath, and use secret techniques to recover from his injuries. Then the three of them joined forces to take revenge.

He was thinking about recovering his secret technique, but he didn't expect that the thunder that fell on him increased instead of decreasing, and its power reached a new level. So his hopes were shattered, and his body was turned into powder under the thunder. Only his Nascent Soul escaped in panic.

Hope was right in front of him, but it was suddenly shattered. In addition, only his Nascent Soul was left, and 40% to 50% of his cultivation was destroyed. How could the Red-Clothed Demon Sect cultivator not feel hatred?

Zhou Qing didn't care about the Red-Clothed Demon Sect cultivator's soaring hatred at all, because when the opponent's Nascent Soul escaped and he had not yet performed the secret escape technique, a green dragon had already appeared, and with a gentle shake, it turned into a Locking Dragon Escape Pillar, immobilizing his Nascent Soul.

Under the influence of this mysterious magical weapon, the Nascent Soul was completely unable to use the space-tearing technique it possessed, and could only wait for the thunder to fall again and turn it into dust.

The physical body was destroyed, the Nascent Soul was annihilated, this red-clothed Demon Sect monk who was at the Nascent Soul stage died and disappeared, without even the chance of reincarnation!

Zhou Qing remained calm despite killing a Nascent Soul cultivator from a major demonic sect.

With his Nascent Soul formed by the two spirits and three methods, no one in the same realm can match him. And this red-clothed Demon Sect cultivator used his magic weapon, but ended up losing more than he gained, and weakened himself first. Isn't this courting death?
The other person's death is natural, no one can save him!

"It's your turn."

Zhou Qing's eyes flashed, and the thunderclouds on the top of the door expanded again. A pure green spirit flowed, lush and verdant, and then bolts of lightning struck down, rushing towards the remaining two Demon Sect monks.

"you,"

Faced with the overwhelming thunder, the two Demon Sect monks used their magical powers and controlled their magic weapons to resist with all their might, their faces looking grim.

On the one hand, the death of their companion just now gave them a strong shock, making them very uncomfortable. On the other hand, it was also because the thunder was continuous and seemed to have no end.

As we all know, although Thunder Method is known to be the strongest and most mysterious of the three thousand Taoist methods, it is difficult to learn Thunder Method and the energy consumption when performing it is also extremely staggering.

Especially for cultivators at the first and second levels of the Nascent Soul who have not yet condensed their Nascent Soul Dharmakaya, performing thunder magic will only last for a while before it becomes difficult to continue.

But now the one they were facing, one of the ten great disciples of Zhenyi Sect, completely broke the rules and used the Infinite Void Thunder, which ranked first among the Zhenyi Sect's twenty-three techniques, one after another, without any signs of exhaustion.

What a powerful Nascent Soul this is, and what a strong magical power it has!
"I met a real freak!"

The two Demon Sect monks cursed in their hearts while fighting against the rolling blue thunder.

In their sect, there were also such super geniuses who broke the rules and could make the cultivators of the same realm despair. But they didn't expect that their luck was so bad that they encountered one as soon as they went out to perform a mission.

Lan Nuhua looked at the thunder rolling down in front of her. With a loud bang, it violently stirred, filling her eyes with a green color. She took a deep breath and waved her hand again. The treasure umbrella on the top of the door unfolded, and circles of light fell, protecting her whole body.

The blue thunder fell again and hit the umbrella, making a loud noise, making the whole umbrella tremble as if it was electrocuted, with wisps of afterimages bursting out.

Seeing this scene, Lan Nuhua, a female cultivator from the Demon Sect, felt a sinking feeling in her heart. As time passed, it seemed that the power of the thunder was getting stronger and stronger.

The Infinite Void Thunder, which is the first of the Zhenyi Sect's twenty-three methods, is indeed worthy of its reputation. One thunder suppresses another, and each thunder is stronger than the other. If it cannot be interrupted, it will probably become stronger and stronger.

What's even more terrifying is that the magic power of this one of the ten great disciples of Zhenyi Sect is like a bottomless pit, and it is impossible to wait for his magic power to be over-consumed and let him stop using thunder magic as usual.

She and another Demon Sect cultivator, Mo Yunluo, could not help but look at each other and came to the same conclusion: they could not passively take the beating, but must launch a counterattack to break this increasingly powerful thunder method.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, and her mind changed. A cluster of cold light emerged from the cloud on the top of her head, and in a flash, it hit Zhou Qing.

This time, it was lightning fast and fierce.

But just as he got close, he heard a clear sword sound, and a bright white sword energy appeared out of thin air, slashing at the cold light and destroying it directly without a sound or a trace.

At the same time, Lan Nuhua felt the murderous intent in front of her. She quickly mobilized her magic power and poured it into the treasure umbrella on the top door. A circle of light spread out on the umbrella, and tiny and fragmented seal characters emerged and moved outward. But before the halo could extend far, she saw the innate Gengjin sword energy coming from before the thunder. Under this indestructible sword energy, the halo on the treasure umbrella exploded like fireworks.

The face of the mist girl Hua Yu changed color, because next, the innate Gengjin sword energy was covered by thunder and kept slashing at her, making her treasure umbrella tremble and almost unable to hold it. She could only use her magic power to penetrate the treasure umbrella, barely holding it steady in the overwhelming attack, how could she find time to fight back?

After the red-clothed Demon Sect monk was killed, Zhou Qing drew out his strength and immediately made the two of them feel the dense magical attack. Thunder and sword lights came one after another, surging and overwhelming, and they were beaten so hard that they could not fight back.

Mo Yunluo saw it all with a solemn expression. He raised his hand and summoned a magic weapon that was like a treasure belt. Layers of waves surged, blocking the oncoming sword light and thunder.

Looking at the sounds of collisions, the brilliant golden light and the dazzling thunder in front of him, the murderous intent that was overwhelming him surged into his eyes and penetrated into his mind, as if it were real, making his body feel cold.

If they continue like this, the two of them will be exhausted from dealing with the problem. In the end, they will probably be worn out to death by this man among the ten great disciples of Zhenyi Sect who seems to have endless magical powers!
“We have to fight hard.”

Blue lines appeared on Mo Yunluo's face and he gritted his teeth, but he had to fight desperately at this time. He could only harden his heart, and one of the two clouds on the top of his Nascent Soul fell down and instantly turned into a stream of essence, which merged into his body and turned into magic power continuously.

The Gangyun of a Nascent Soul cultivator is condensed from his entire body's essence, containing all his essence and of extraordinary nature. Now it is transformed into magic power again, just like a dry earth being nourished by a river. The magic power that had been originally exhausted in the body is immediately filled up, and it surges up and down, flowing out of his body, making his body's protective light shine brightly. Without the use of magic weapons, he can block the innate Gengjin energy that comes to kill him.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yunluo was not surprised. Instead, the blue lines on his face became deeper and twisted like a snake.

This cloud dissipated on its own, which cost him at least hundreds of years of merit. Even if he managed to escape this time and return to the sect with the sect's elixirs, it would still be very difficult for him to cultivate again in the future.

More importantly, competition among the major clans is fierce. If he falls behind, he will fall behind step by step. He was not particularly outstanding among his peers to begin with. If he wastes another hundred years, his future will be bleak.

Once the road is cut off, the revenge is no less than the murder of one's father and mother!
Mo Yunluo sensed the vast magical power in his body, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pointed with his finger. A ray of light rose from the cloud on top of the head and flew away. In the blink of an eye, it was above Zhou Qing. With a slight shake, his shape appeared.

When the light from heaven shone, it turned out to be a golden cymbal that looked like it was made of copper. It was shaped like a semicircle with a bulge in the middle and a hole in the middle. Wisps of inexplicable energy came from the void and poured into it.

This treasure was incredibly fast, and when it reached Zhou Qing's head, it instantly turned into a cloud covering the sky and the sun, enveloping Zhou Qing inside and holding him motionless.

"Ok?"

This treasure came at an incomparable speed and had an indescribable mystery. Even Zhou Qing had no time to react before he was covered by it. He raised his head and looked at the rays of light that were converging from above and constantly sweeping towards him.

Every ray of light that fell, whether it was a sea of ​​fire, a mountain of knives, or a loud roar, was amplified by a mysterious trajectory in the golden cymbal, becoming wider, stronger, and faster.

This golden cymbal not only covered Zhou Qing inside, but also acted like an amplifier, strengthening every attack.

Zhou Qing was surprised, but he was not in a hurry. Seeing the sword light and sea of ​​fire coming, he thought about it, and his Nascent Soul formed a magic formula. Then, a green light was emitted, and then it turned into branches and twigs, which kept growing. In the end, it formed a sea of ​​trees, surrounding him.

All the attacks landed on the sea of ​​trees, and as soon as there was a gap, vigorous vitality filled it up and filled it. When he defended with all his strength, the defensive power of his "Miao Qing Can He Gong" continued.

Outside, Moro Yun whistled continuously and continuously injected his magic power into the golden cymbal. He could see Zhou Qing's composure from the magic weapon. The clusters of green reflected in his eyes made him feel stressed and uneasy.

"Junior Sister Lan."

Moro Yun called Lan Nuhua and asked her to work together to activate the golden cymbals, cursing inwardly.

This golden cymbal is indeed mysterious and unparalleled, but it is not very strong in nature. Among the three of them, the red-clothed disciple of the Demon Sect had the most prominent background and the most and most powerful magic weapons in his hands, but he was killed by the disciple of the Zhenyi Sect in front of him, which was equivalent to cutting off an arm of the three of them.

It was too late to regret now. He could only go all out with Lan Nuhua, trying to use the magic of the golden cymbals to inflict heavy damage on the one of the ten great disciples of Zhenyi Sect they encountered.

By now, the two men have figured out what's going on. This time, they are "taking the bait willingly" and are not seeking perfection. It would be a great fortune for them to get out of this situation unscathed.

However, time passed quickly, the golden cymbals became brighter and brighter, the magic power in the two people's bodies became less and less, and the ominous feeling in their hearts became heavier and heavier.

But now everything they have is tied to the golden cymbals and they cannot leave early!

After a long while, the bulge in the middle of the golden cymbal suddenly exploded, and a beam of light shot out from it. Then it slowly unfolded, seemingly slowly but actually quickly. Zhou Qing stepped on the clouds and walked out, waving his sleeves.

He sensed the magic power overflowing in his body again and smiled lightly, then he once again displayed his magical power of Infinite Void Thunder. Thunderclouds gathered and covered the surroundings, encasing the two Nascent Soul cultivators of the Demon Sect who looked exhausted.

Zhou Qing was originally unmatched by anyone at the same level, and now with the help of the rare treasure, the Qingchi, he was replenishing his magic power and was in peak condition. The two Demon Sect monks were exhausted, so they could not resist at all.

In less than a dozen breaths, under the thunder, the two Demon Sect monks didn't even have their Nascent Souls to escape, and were annihilated under the mighty green thunder.

(End of this chapter)