Cultivate Immortals and Eternal Life Starting from a Fisherman

Chapter 174 Mortals Are Not Enough!

"The Nanhuang Xianghuo Shinto lineage really has some skills!"

"Using the power of incense and fire, it is possible to strengthen the heresy technique to such an extent."

"It's worth the wait this time."

Su Ping looked at the blue-faced fang-toothed ghosts and gods flying in the air, and instead of showing any fear, he spoke in admiration.

And it does come from the heart.

During this period of time, he has read all kinds of books, and he has even read all the heretical methods collected by various families.

Even if it is a theoretical upper limit technique, it is not comparable to these secret methods of the Blood God Sect.

With Su Ping's divine sense, these blue-faced fangs ghosts and gods can see at a glance that the main body is just a perfect Qi training.

But relying on the method of incense and fire spirit possession, he became a ghost and god comparable to foundation building.

And the side effects... Most of them were borne by the two incense boys in the sedan chair.

Su Ping could feel that the thousands of resentments in the incense were not reconciled, and the resentment that couldn't be lowered was all entangled in it, eroding the other party's soul.

Swept across the four green-faced ghosts and gods.

With a move of Su Ping's consciousness, he used a spell, followed by streaks of purple light.

The eight purple light foxes were summoned, and bumped head-on into the opponent's green-faced ghost with fangs.

When the scent of incense from these four ghosts and gods met the thunder, it was like gasoline meeting an open flame.

The whole body was surrounded by lightning, and black smoke billowed out.

The four ghosts and gods also shouted extremely tragic cries at the same time.

"Summoned eight foundation-building spirit beasts in one go?"

"Which family is this guy's true talent!"

The chief priest was taken aback, and glanced at the incense ghosts and gods who were at a disadvantage due to group fights and attribute restraint.

Look at the black and white boy who was pinned on the ice formation and couldn't move.

The chief priest took the initiative to light the talisman in the center.

A white light appeared in front of it and temporarily blocked the continuous fire output of Su Ping's supernatural arm
At the same time, the paper people turned into streaks of white light and entered the bottom of the sedan chair to become part of its power.

The officiant was driving the floating wooden sedan chair, but he rushed directly into the sky in an attempt to escape.

Then, lines appeared on the ground.

A second-order formation covering the entire valley and flat land suddenly emerged and enveloped the entire battlefield.

This formation starts instantly.

The whole valley was buzzing.

A huge suction force pulled back the wooden sedan chair that had already been lifted into the air!

"This is... a formation! This person is actually a formation master!"

"And he is an experienced formation genius who can arrange such a large-scale formation in a short time!"

The officiant couldn't understand how he could meet this kind of arrogance who only exists in Xianmen novels.

And also set himself against him!

God this thief, how unfair!

The huge wooden sedan chair hit the ground and made a dull and loud noise.

At the same time, the four ghosts and gods with blue faces and fangs were blown back to the sedan chair by thunder after wave, revealing their prototypes.

Seeing this scene, the black and white boy seemed to have realized that it is unreliable to rely on others to save lives.

The two of them groaned strangely.

The whole body turned into a ball of ooze.

Su Ping was slightly taken aback, and after a groan, he felt the spirit of the black and white boy emerge from the ooze and turned into two evil spirits rushing towards him.

Ow!

Confront the evil spirits.

Without waiting for the evil spirit to take effect, the greedy wolf consciousness in Su Ping's mind started to move first.

The four greedy wolf spirits appeared around the black and white boy who had just emerged and was about to attack or escape with the mystery of the spirit.

Under a burst of howling wolves.

In this void that ordinary monks can't see, there was a sound of howling and biting.

But after a while, the two balls of soft mud under Su Ping's feet completely lost their vitality, and were covered by frost and turned into ordinary ice sculptures.

Su Ping stretched out his right hand towards the sedan chair and swiped his index finger lightly.

The exorcist Yunkong's big move, Meteorfall, once again showed its power and smashed it directly.

The priest in the wooden sedan chair sensed the danger, and quickly took out a bronze mirror, and sprayed a mouthful of hot blood on the mirror.

The eyes of the two incense boys behind him were filled with tears of blood.

The fragrance on the body is also more intense.

So much so that the whole sedan chair was filled with incense.

The incense turned into hundreds of happy, angry, sad and joyful faces, facing the frosty meteor.

Accompanied by a loud bang, cracks appeared almost everywhere in the entire wooden sedan chair.

The officiant half-kneeled in the sedan chair, looked at the mirror and just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had resisted the opponent's strongest blow.

But immediately felt a thunderstorm falling down.

It made him deeply realize why the ghosts and gods turned into by his subordinates were defeated so quickly in the face of these thunders.

Fortunately, such thunder is not without cost.

Relying on the bronze mirror, the officiant could see that the purple foxes that could release terrifying thunder were rapidly shrinking or even disappearing.

After resisting another round of sky thunder, the priest watched the last purple fox disappear, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Relying on my hundred years of accumulation, relying on those two incense boys, I can survive this time, right?
After all, the opponent is also a foundation builder, so it is unbelievable to have such combat strength and preparation, it seems that he must be short of mana!

Next, as long as you see through the reality of the formation and find a way to escape... huh?
The priest is preparing to activate the function of the bronze mirror to find a way to escape.

But he found that the white-haired boy in front of him flew in the air, holding a spiritual weapon orb in his left hand, and a spiritual weapon picture scroll suspended in his right hand.

Coupled with the increasingly powerful mana fluctuations on him.

The priest couldn't help swallowing the nonexistent saliva in his throat.

Two spirit weapons!

There are actually two spirit weapons in this foundation building!

Think of him as an officiant, so many years have not accumulated enough materials to refine a spiritual weapon.

The white-haired boy in front of him looked so young, but he already had two unfathomable spiritual weapons with him.

The monk is better than the monk, the monk is so mad!
He looked back at the two incense boys who had rotted into incense mud.

After hesitating for a tenth of a second, he found that the opponent's two spiritual weapons were shining brightly, and the moment he was about to make a move.

The officiant waved his hand and removed the magic circle of the wooden sedan chair, kneeling on the floor with a soft knee:

"Xianmen Tianjiao, please forgive me!"

"Boy, the head priest of the Blood God Cult, Yuan Mu, is willing to make atonement for his sins, and cast aside the darkness and turn to the light!"

"The kid knows a lot of secrets in the sect, it must be useful to Xianmen!"

The officiant lowered his head, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the white-haired boy.

Su Ping heard it, but he also knew that the other party must have misunderstood his status, thinking that there was a fairy gate behind him.

But Su Ping would never say that he is actually just a casual cultivator, at most he has the status of a semi-immortal sect as the inspector of Canary City?

"I come from the Chiyuan Immortal Sect!"

Su Ping smiled calmly and spoke the truth.

"Red Kite Immortal Gate!"

The officiant was taken aback, and then felt that this was the right thing to do, as it should be.

After all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, let alone such a giant as the Chiyuan Immortal Sect?

The other party might be the top arrogance of the younger generation, and this time he came here to eliminate the influence of the Southern Wilderness Incense and Fire Divine Dao in the Central Region!
As for the reason, according to the Xianmen novels and some Tianjiao autobiographies, it is probably a slightly difficult teacher's training task?

But now, the higher the status of the other party, the more beneficial it is to the officiant.

He summoned up his courage and said:

"Also ask Tianjiao of Xianmen to inform Shimen to borrow some hidden places, otherwise... the leader Blood God has many secrets that I can't tell."

"This is simple, give up resistance first."

Su Ping agreed, and at the same time the magical arm emerged and grabbed the priest.

Naturally, he wouldn't just rely on the other party to believe it.

The supernatural power grabbed the chief priest, and a series of restrictions easily penetrated into the opponent's body.

Generally speaking, such a method is enough to imprison a foundation cultivator.

The officiant was obviously of an unusual type.

But Su Ping didn't just feel relieved like that.

After being imprisoned, the array unfolds.

After ordering not to resist, the formation map was scrolled down.

The officiant has already been included in the picture scroll, and it has become an ice coffin with the solidification of cold ice and heavy water.

Afterwards, Su Ping was not in a hurry to ask the officiant.

Instead, he summoned the spirit mouse to clean the battlefield.

After a while, put all the available things into the storage artifact and storage bag.

Only then did Su Ping leave quickly, found a cave, opened the cave in the pot, and disappeared in the world of cultivating immortals.

Among the caves in the pot.

Only then did Su Ping open the scroll and enter it.

Su Ping opened the ice coffin and released the priest who was in a state of confusion.

"This is the formation space!"

"The picture scroll is indeed a spirit weapon, and a very special formation weapon!"

"This Tianjiao can't be the direct line of Immortal Chiyuan..."

The officiant saw the snow-capped mountains and the sea, took a deep breath, and at the same time heard Su Ping's reminder, allowing him to speak freely.

The officiant originally wanted to remind this Tianjiao.

Don't underestimate the secret arts of their Blood God Sect. They really don't have so many arrogances to compete with the great sects of the Immortal sect, but those who have been able to survive in the cracks for so many years all have all kinds of weird secret arts.

It's not a special hiding place, don't try to fool the blood god...Huh?

The priest silently recited the blood god's prayers habitually.

Immediately, the pupils dilated.

He found out in a panic that at this moment, the source of the belief in the blood god that he had been vaguely connected to had been completely cut off!

This is a blood mystery technique that can also be contacted in other paradises and small secret realms!

Why is it broken here?

It was broken so thoroughly that there was no feeling at all.

It was as if the blood god belief no longer existed.

The officiant looked at Su Ping's expression completely changed.

The many small thoughts in my heart quickly faded a lot.

He knew very well that a Tianjiao with such background, let alone him, even if the Blood God Sect was tied up... that would not be offended!
So, dear leader, and those hateful colleagues.

Don't blame me, who made this land of Central Territory still Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

The chief priest called himself Yuanmu, who is now 150 years old and a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

While proficient in the secret art of paper figurines, he is also a craftsman and talisman master.

from his mouth.

Su Ping finally had a certain understanding of Nanhuang outside the book.

He also somewhat knows why the Chiyuan Immortal Sect began to shrink its power, so many big and small Southern Wilderness Sects came running.

There is no way, the southern wilderness also has the suffering of the southern wilderness!

The evil spirits brought by the tide of evil energy over there are not that big, but there are also monsters making trouble, and there are also demons running rampant, killing people everywhere at every turn.

In addition, their incense and gods developed, and they continued to split into various sects in the process of development.

This caused a huge population crisis in the Southern Wilderness in the past hundred years.

To put it in human terms... More and more monks are going heresy.

Mortals are no longer enough!
(End of this chapter)