Alchemy Dao Immortal

Chapter 618: The First Divine Power: The Power of Killing

However, Zhou Qing was different from ordinary cultivators. His spiritual awareness was extremely powerful and he could sense something in advance. When the blood arrow came to him, a dazzling light burst out from his eyes, and a deep and dark water color surged out from behind him, blocking the front.

The mysterious power from eternity descended, silently and without a trace, the blood arrow was extremely sharp and unstoppable, piercing through layers of water curtains, and even the eternal ice could not withstand it. During the collision, the ice color was intense and the coldness splashed everywhere.

The blood arrow broke through the formation again and again, moving forward. It was about to pierce the water when suddenly, a touch of the deepest bronze emerged from the waves and blocked the blood arrow. With a clang, the indestructible blood arrow hit the bronze, but it was like an arrow hitting the hardest jade, without even shaking.

After the collision, the blood arrow exploded all of a sudden, and the aftermath spread in all directions. Although the blood and thunder also had killing effects, they were sealed by the coldness in the deep and dark abyss, sinking to the bottom of the abyss and unable to move.

This unexpected and fierce attack disappeared in smoke!

Zhou Qing waved his hand, and the ancient bronze color turned and entered the Gangyun, transforming into a treasure mirror, which disappeared in a flash. He couldn't help but raise his sword-like eyebrows, looking at the blood light that was gradually dissipating in front of him, as if thinking about something.

This was the first time he encountered this magical power of the Demon Sect. It was indeed strange and powerful, with extraordinary power. If it were him, other great Xuanmen monks would probably be in a mess or even get injured on the spot.

"you,"

Seeing Zhou Qing blocked his powerful attack without any damage, Zhao Wenming was shocked. His whole body shook and his aura weakened sharply, becoming almost non-existent and as if it could disappear at any time.

"Magic power backfires?"

Zhou Qing glanced around and sensed the erratic qi of the opponent. He judged that the opponent's attack just now was not without cost. It seemed to be a "Seven Injury Fist" style of fighting.

"Then I'll give you a ride."

Zhou Qing took another look, his eyes became even colder, the clouds on his head turned, and one after another golden thunders were shot out, roaring and sweeping all around, covering both inside and outside, surrounding Zhao Wenming and drowning him.

As the Golden Thunder appeared, it covered the sky and the earth, and countless thunder, fire and lightning swept past. Zhao Wenming only heard the thunder so close, and visible ripples appeared on his Dharma body again. Even the magic power inside was shaking, and it was on the verge of collapse.

The thunder was powerful, able to destroy evil and suppress demons, and was extremely sharp. For a moment, the entire area was filled with dancing silver snakes, roaring electric dragons, and the power of destruction was everywhere.

Zhao Wenming was unable to dodge in time, and was in a trance under the thunder. Then he exploded with a loud bang, and turned into thousands of shadows, going in all directions to break through.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Qing was not in a hurry. He clenched his five fingers into a fist, and rays of lightning intertwined and turned into a golden lightning net, which caught the fleeing shadows one by one and then killed them.

However, the shadows were so swift that there were always some that slipped through the net. After a moment, the shadows that had escaped from the thunder gathered together again, and together they were gathered together. Zhao Wenming, a great cultivator from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, walked out again with a sinister look on his face, and the light on his body was flickering, looking unstable.

The scene just now seemed thrilling. He was about to be caught in one fell swoop and die in the thunder. In fact, it was not easy for a great cultivator of the third stage of the Nascent Soul to die. What's more, as a great cultivator of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, he was even more skilled in transformation and escape.

Seeing that things were not going well, he immediately used a technique to escape, transformed into thousands of forms and fled. Although he looked miserable, as long as one of his shadows escaped, he could transfer the power of his Dharma body to it and re-condense his precious body.

"Zhou Qing!"

Zhao Wenming took a deep breath, looked at Zhou Qing in the distance, and frowned.

Before coming, he had a general understanding of Zhou Qing and knew that the other party was a rising genius in the Xuanmen and was extraordinary. He did not expect to cause trouble to the other party easily, but after a real fight, he found that the other party was too talented!
After all his efforts, he not only failed to hurt the other party, but also failed to force out the other party's hidden means. Up to now, the other party has only used his magic power and displayed his magical powers, but has not shown his real ability.

"Not at all."

Zhao Wenming suddenly thought of the bronze color in the dark water that blocked his full-strength attack. The dark light was too ancient and too heavy, with a calmness that had been refined by time. Moreover, the blood arrow, which could almost penetrate the body protection light and even the defense magic weapon of the great monk, did not cause any ripples when it hit it, which showed its extraordinary nature.

Such a magic weapon is definitely of extremely high grade, but one cannot sense the aura of the magic weapon spirit. It is powerful yet weird, and it should be one of his trump cards.

After a fight, he only tested out this thing. He was unwilling to leave like that. However, his own vitality was damaged due to the magic power he just displayed. It would be dangerous to fight with it again.

While Zhao Wenming was hesitating, Zhou Qing did not give up. He waved his sleeves and a powerful magic power stirred the Qi, which continued to transform into golden thunder that filled the sky. The thunder was moving, the residual light was cold, and it was like an overwhelming tidal wave.

It was not easy to meet a great cultivator from the Wanmo Sect, whose power was no less than that of the Shangxuan Sect. He just wanted to test the other party's foundation so that he could have a better idea of ​​what to expect when he met a cultivator from the Wanmo Sect in the future. After all, no matter how strange and unpredictable the magical powers of the Wanmo Sect were, once he had a thorough understanding of them and was prepared, he would not be caught off guard when he met them in the future.

You can even find a way to disassemble it. With the means to deal with it, the next time you encounter a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect using this magical power, you can break it immediately and attack the opponent by surprise.

"Zhou Qing."

Zhao Wenming was already hesitant and unwilling to leave. Seeing Zhou Qing's persistence, he half-pushed and half-gave in, and then used his magical powers to fight with Zhou Qing.

Two people, one is a genius of Zhenyi Sect, sharp and unparalleled, and the other is a veteran monk of Wanmo Sect, with a deep foundation. They refused to give in to each other and confronted each other. At this moment, the spiritual energy in the four directions seemed to be boiling, roaring, and the mysterious energy and magic light suddenly appeared and disappeared, and the atmosphere was soaring into the sky.

It looks like they are evenly matched, with no clear winner. They are fighting on equal terms!
As the fight went on, Zhao Wenming, who was in high spirits, was startled and broke free from this state of fighting. He looked at Zhou Qing opposite him, shocked and angry.

In the previous fight, the opponent gave him the impression that he could win if he put more effort, but after he put more effort, the opponent could barely block it. As a result, this back and forth, caused him to consume a lot of magic power.

Now I realize that it was obvious that the other party did this on purpose, boiling the frog in warm water!

Zhao Wenming couldn't help but tremble. How could he, a great monk of the Demon Sect, end up in such a situation?

Seeing that he could not hold on any longer, Zhou Qing took a step forward, let out a long roar, and the clouds on top of his head opened up. A vast amount of magic power surged out and transformed into gold and wood thunder, rolling down and sweeping in all directions.

Just now, he used his magic power and spiritual strength that far exceeded that of the opponent to create an illusion for the opponent, and consumed the opponent's magic power using the method of boiling a frog in warm water. Now that it was almost time, he launched a thundering attack.

Sensing the murderous intent of the gold and wood thunder rolling all around, Zhao Wenming, a great monk of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, began to see circles of visible ripples on his dharma body. It was obvious that the thunder had become a threat to his safety.

This situation occurred not only because the opponent's gold and wood thunders were unprecedentedly powerful, but also because his own magic power was too severely consumed and he had become a spent force.

Without time to think, Zhao Wenming could only point his finger, and a cloud on the top of his head withered at a rapid speed and merged into his Dharma body. The magic power that had been exhausted in his Dharma body was suddenly filled up. Then he shouted loudly, and the whole person was like a dazzling blood light, rising into the sky at a swift speed, tearing through the thunder in the sky, and shooting out.

This magical power was his life-threatening skill. With a single turn of the Gangyun, he had wiped out decades of cultivation. It was a huge price to pay, but the effect was great, as it could restore his Dharma body to its peak in an instant.

At the same time, his magic power turned again, and instantly activated the ban of the realm of law.

The forbidden realm of the law is the real killer of the third level of the Yuanying cultivator. After it is deployed, it forms a magnetic field of its own. When cultivators below the great cultivator encounter it, they are directly trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. It is extremely difficult to break free. Even for cultivators of the same realm, it is not easy to crack this method.

As long as he could hold the opponent back, he could escape smoothly.

At this moment, Zhao Wenming felt a sense of regret in his heart. After all, he had underestimated the strength of Zhou Qing, the genius of Xuanmen. He tried to steal the chicken but ended up losing the rice instead of the other party's bottom line. Instead, he exposed his trump cards one after another and suffered heavy losses.

The other party's foundation is too strong and I can't test it myself. I'd better leave this matter to others.

Zhou Qing raised his eyebrows at Zhao Wenming's response. He first deployed his own forbidden realm of law. A three-colored light flashed, and he used his strength to bully the weak and directly broke the forbidden realm of law that the opponent had just deployed. Then he shouted, and the gold-type thunder and wood-type thunder that were originally clearly separated suddenly merged together.

In an instant, the whole world was filled with emptiness and infinity. The kind of energy that spanned the space and was endless locked onto Zhao Wenming under the induction of the energy.

Zhao Wenming's escape method had not yet been completely used. Seeing this, he couldn't help but be shocked. The magic power in his Dharma body was like a mouse seeing a cat under such thunder. It was motionless and hidden inside, unable to function.

"The Infinite Void Thunder of the Zhenyi Sect?"

Zhao Wenming's face turned pale when he thought of the legendary magical power. He really didn't expect that Zhou Qing, who had practiced Taoism for such a short time, had actually cultivated this magical power and had already achieved the meaning of infinity and emptiness, almost achieving a small success.

At this time, it is unstoppable and unavoidable, and one can only rely on the power of the Dharma body to resist.

The next moment, Zhao Wenming screamed and exploded on the spot, leaving only the sound of thunder.

(End of this chapter)