Alchemy Dao Immortal

Chapter 616: Unparalleled Mana
This jade talisman was personally refined by Zhenyi Sect's Dongtian Zhenren. Once the power of the mysterious book from the Demon Sect seeped into it, it would immediately sense it and reflect the power on it.

The jade talisman had marks on it, shaped like an eye. It turned out that the people from the Demon Sect were using that strange book to lock their own energy.

Thinking of this, the mysterious energy above the Gangyun on Zhou Qing's head turned, and the strings and beads were plucked and jumped. His expression was calm, but his eyes became more profound.

In the Zhenyi Sect, great power is widespread. No matter how daring the people from the Demon Sect are, it is impossible for them to deduce and lock onto his aura. Now that he is doing it so unscrupulously, he is sure that he has left the mountain gate and is outside.

There must be a spy from the Demon Sect in the sect, who leaked the news!
Zhou Qing was not surprised by this. He just raised his eyebrows, and a cold look appeared on his handsome face.

Xuanmen and the Demon Sect have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, and it is common for them to arrange spies for each other. However, the fact that they were able to know that I was out and successfully spread the news shows that the status of the Demon Sect's spies in the sect is not low. Just this one move would alert the enemy and he would definitely be dug out by the sect. The fate of the opponent can be imagined.

But at the same time, one can also see the Demon Sect’s determination to deal with him!
Zhou Qing sat still. The horizontal jade branch on the top of the head seemed to sense his emotions and shook gently. Fragments of light fell down and hit the ground. Then they collided with it and jumped up again, making a clear collision sound. There was a murderous aura coming towards him.

If you don’t fight with the Demon Sect and kill a few people, how can you become a great cultivator of the Xuanmen Sect?
Anyway, as long as he doesn’t meet the Demon Sect’s Dongtian Zhenren, with his strength, he has nothing to fear!
Xuanling Zhenyang Fei Palace continued to move forward until one day, a blood-fueled aura rose in front of it and permeated the air. A dazzling color shot out for hundreds of miles, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the way.

Faintly, in the center of the blood, a pair of strange blood-red eyes slowly opened, high above and extremely indifferent.

"Ok?"

Zhou Qing's eyes moved, and he immediately saw that in the depths of his bloodshot eyes stood a cultivator in black clothes and robes. His face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, but his aura was mysterious, with circles of light flowing around him.

As soon as their eyes met, thunder exploded in the void. With a loud bang, countless murderous intentions filled the air, like thousands of troops galloping up and down, with a deafening momentum.

"A great cultivator from the Demon Sect." Zhou Qing snorted, and with a wave of his sleeves, a beam of light appeared, and he left Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace. When he got outside, he stood with his hands behind his back, a pair of eyes showing a cold look, and said, "I wonder which Taoist friend is across from me? Why are you blocking my way?"

The voice was calm, but there was a natural sense of eeriness in the words. When people heard it, it was as if they were in the silent night, facing the thunder that was about to fall, and they could not help but tremble in their hearts.

“Master Zhou.” The black-robed Demon Sect cultivator had a blood-red divine ring under his feet, and tiny human faces were wailing in pain, looking extremely terrifying. His voice was deep, and it seemed as if one would fall into an endless sea of ​​suffering. He said, “Zhao Wenming from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect has been waiting here for a long time.”

"Waiting for a long time?" Zhou Qing raised his sword-like eyebrows after hearing this. His eyes were even colder, like the colored glaze in the crystal palace, without any other colors. He said, "Are you blocking my way?"

He had to rush to Jingchen Mountain on the specified date to attend the Jingchen Dharma Assembly. If he really missed it, then no matter his own ideas or the arrangements of the sect, everything would be in vain, which was absolutely unacceptable.

From this, we can see the vicious intentions of the great monk from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

Zhao Wenming's voices rang out one by one, and it was as if countless demons were roaring around him. He said, "Master Zhou, I just want to invite you to be a guest in my cave. After all, you rarely leave the mountain gate, so it's not easy to see you."

The voice sounded sinister, but the determination in it was obvious. He just wanted to stop Zhou Qing and prevent him from moving forward.

Things had come to this point, there was no time to relax. Zhou Qing's eyes became increasingly colder, and he suddenly let out a long roar and took the lead. Above his head, the clouds turned, and a ray of bright white air rose into the air, falling downwards, condensing into the shape of a treasure wheel, with six exquisite jade wheels adorning the bottom, all shaking at the same time, and overwhelming murderous intent instantly filled the surroundings.

In just a moment, endless murderous aura and unstoppable sharpness seemed to lift up the bloody curtain before one's eyes and split the entire sky in half.

Zhao Wenming's eyes moved, and he stepped forward, and the whole person disappeared in the endless blood curtain. The next moment, countless blood shadows flew out from the blood curtain, carrying the murderous aura that seemed to come from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and rushed towards the Feijin Emperor Bailun in the air.

At this moment, a collision broke out, the brilliant white sword energy and the ferocious blood-red whistling filled the surroundings with red and white, the sounds of countless sword whistles and the strange cries of the blood demon mixed together.

Zhou Qing stood there, motionless, but his magic power was endless. He controlled the Flying Golden Emperor's white wheel, rushing up and down. Every time he slashed out with sword energy, he killed a flying demon. The clanging sounds became louder and louder.

The opponent's bloody demon possesses unexpectedly filthy power, but Feijin Emperor Bailun's sword energy is as sharp as the innate Gengjin energy, and it keeps slashing out without being contaminated.

Just like this, the sword energy and the devil competed with each other, with no clear winner.

As soon as they made their move, both of them were very cautious and started to test each other.

Seeing that the demon seemed to be endless, Zhou Qing took a deep breath, and as soon as he thought about it, the Flying Golden Emperor White Wheel shook gently, and the precious light became brighter, and the innate Gengjin Qi attached to it was brighter than ever before. With this change, the power of the magical power Flying Golden Emperor White Wheel steadily increased by several levels. The demon that was endless just now was immediately chopped into pieces as soon as it approached.

"Ok?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Wenming, a great cultivator of the Wanmo Sect, was stunned, and then a solemn look appeared on his face.

The test between the two just now was mainly about the changes and characteristics of the magical powers. But now, the genius of the Zhenyi Sect opposite has increased his magic power, purely using more and higher magic power to control the magical powers and increase their strength.

The stronger the magic power, the greater the power of the supernatural power will be. However, if the blood demon can directly kill oneself, the opponent's magic power is too strong.

If it were a normal fight, seeing such a situation, the worst that could happen would be to temporarily avoid the attack and let the opponent waste his magic power in vain. But this time, he wanted to find out Zhou Qing's background, which was a rare opportunity.

After all, for cultivators, the strength of their magic power is one of the greatest characteristics of their foundation and strength at any time.

"Then take a look."

There was a flickering blood in the depths of Zhao Wenming's eyes. He was cultivating himself more deeply and honing his magic power day by day. He was confident in his magic power. Even though the other party was a child of destiny, he also had his limits.

With this decision, he shook his Dharma body and the accumulated magic power surged out like a flood. In a moment, it covered an area of ​​100 miles and permeated all the spiritual energy.

There was only a crackling sound, which continued endlessly. The blood curtain expanded again, and more demons came out, roaring, and rushed towards the Flying Golden Emperor's white wheel in the air.

Between their magical powers, one focuses on killing and is indestructible, while the other focuses on change and is endless. When they collide with each other, they are at loggerheads and neither side will give in.

What matters now is not anything else but mana, to see who is stronger and who can last longer.

Watching the demon head flying up and down and left and right, Zhou Qing had a blank expression on his face. He just slowly increased the magic power in his Dharma body, neither fast nor slow, getting higher and higher, and more and more.

Under the control of magic power, the strength of Feijin Emperor's Bailun also increased, and the speed of killing demons began to increase.

Zhao Wenming saw it, his Dharma body glowed, the blood curtain continued to expand, and the demon continued to fly out.

Anyway, you and I are fighting back and forth, neither of us is willing to give in, and the whole thing is to increase your magic power to control your magical powers and not let the other side gain the upper hand.

"Ok?"

After a while, Zhao Wenming was a little confused. He had already increased his magic power to an extremely high level, which was far beyond the reach of ordinary new great monks. However, Zhou Qing from the Zhenyi Sect on the opposite side had kept up with him in magic power, and it did not look like his magic power was exhausted at all.

"How could this be?"

After a while, Zhao Wenming went from being confused to feeling uneasy. If he continued like this, not only would he fail to find out the details of the other party's magical power, but he would allow the other party to find out the details of his own magical power. He had never even thought of such a thing.

Although the great cultivator has already condensed his Nascent Soul Dharma Body and possesses numerous magical powers, making it almost impossible for him to die, but as a cultivator, it is a big taboo for others to know his true nature at any time.

Monks instinctively protect themselves and try to show only the tip of the iceberg as much as possible. This is the awareness they have when they set out on the path to Taoism.

At this moment, he hesitated, not knowing whether to continue increasing the strength of his magic power.

However, Zhou Qing had already sensed Zhao Wenming's fluctuations from the traction of Qi, and guessed that the magic power strength of the great monk from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect opposite him was almost enough, so he practiced Xuan Gong again, and his magic power reached a new level.

(End of this chapter)