The Legend of Cultivation by Little Mortals

"You finally admit who you are?" Long Batian's unscrupulous expression flashed

Yanjing didn't care what his name was, she just kept yelling: "Go, go quickly. 【】"

"Can't go!"

Suddenly, Qinghua True Monarch rose into the air and slapped his backhand.

The powerful and domineering Gang Qi formed a big hand, exuding a majestic and endless power to cover the sky, and grabbed it towards a certain place in the darkness. [

"What a strong killing intent! Ziqi Tianluo can't resist it, be careful!" Ziyi issued an early warning in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Before the confrontation, Zhang Ye almost felt that his inner breath was frozen, as if the vitality of his whole body was blocked.Can be stopped.

If it wasn't for Ziyi's reminder, maybe Zhang Yezhen would have given up on running away and forcibly used Ziqi Tianluo to take over.

In the darkness, the skyscraper giant hand pressed down as if a dark cloud covered the top. It was clearly only a two-foot-square palm, but in Zhang Ye's subconscious, he felt that it was the "hand of the Tathagata", and it seemed that he would never be able to escape. .

Biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, Zhang Ye became clearer from the oppressive aura, and he was able to change his mind——

The true energy in his body erupted instantly, and Zhang Ye's figure turned into a phantom, running towards the edge.

"Although it's interesting, it's useless!"

Qinghua Zhenjun shouted loudly and accelerated the movement of the Gang Qi, trapping Zhang Ye like a net of heaven and earth.

The phantom created by the ever-changing supernatural actions froze in an instant, as if frozen.

Zhang Ye couldn't help feeling hopeless. In this situation, the difference in strength was too great.

Facing this strong man at the end of the Jindan period, even if he tried his best, he was still suppressed the moment he fought.

"and many more!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Zhang Ye had no choice but to learn how to count the guys in his hands and said, "I have a big secret."

The giant hand that seemed to be covered by a dark cloud stopped and did not continue to press down.

Qinghua Zhenjun thought that everything was under control, and he was not in a hurry, and asked lightly: "Tell me, what is the secret, if it is really a secret, maybe I will be extra merciful and give you a painless way to die."

Long Batian had ghosts in his heart, and when he saw Zhang Ye's ghostly attack, he thought that perhaps Zhang Ye knew about his little abacus.

Long Batian was afraid that Zhang Ye would say something about Mrs. Hui, so he immediately interrupted and said: "Master, this thief is full of tricks, don't listen to his 'nonsense' talk, just kill him directly, so that he can have an explanation for the dead disciple. Otherwise, once you return to the sect, so many disciples who have tried their supernatural powers will die, and you, uncle, will also be responsible for it."

True Monarch Qinghua was unmoved, and said coldly, "Do you want you to teach me? I don't know. It is precisely because of this that I have to take him back and hand it over to the Supreme Master. This is an explanation."

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhang Ye quickly entered the Sea of ​​Consciousness and asked Ziyi, "Is there any way?"[

"Now that he is stopped as soon as he gets started, what can we do?" Zi Yi said, "At least you have to have the strength to 'force' out his natal supernatural powers. I will desperately use Taixuan Yi to block his blow. After the natal supernatural powers, there will definitely be another one." Neutral, that's the only time you can run for your life."

"Never run away, I will slaughter these two stupid pigs." Even now Zhang Ye is still digging into the horns.

Ziyi sighed and said: "I have no choice. Now we can only live and die. If you hold this kind of thinking, even if I die, it will make up for it. It's just one more breath."

Zhang Ye suddenly said: "Do you understand the method of disintegrating the demon? Taking advantage of my current state, I will fight to the death and put all my eggs in one basket!"

Zi Yi said: "Of course I understand, but even if you have a special body, you have to drop at least one level of cultivation after performing it, isn't it a pity?"

Zhang Ye said boldly in the sea of ​​consciousness: "If the cultivation base can't play a role, what is the use of it? If you can't protect the elder sister at the beginning, you can't protect Mrs. Hui now, and you can't even protect Yanjing who is under the eyelids. What is the use of the cultivation base?" use!"

The purple-clothed dead horse acted as a living horse doctor, and in a timely manner transmitted the method of disintegrating the demon to Zhang Ye's consciousness in the form of ideas.

The disintegration of the demon is too domineering. When used by ordinary people, the strength will explode in a short period of time, but after a serious illness, it will go through a period that is almost equivalent to a disabled person. It takes at least three months to recover the true energy. Before disintegrating, descend two floors.

Ordinary cultivators regard cultivation as life, and many people have worked so hard to practice cultivation, it is difficult to give up, so many people would rather die than use this extremely domineering method.

There are also many people who are usually willing to perform the disintegration of the demon to save their lives when the lamp is almost dry and they see death.

But at that time, the self-body is completely exhausted, even if it temporarily increases two levels of cultivation, it is not as good as the initial complete victory, so it is usually meaningless.

Many of the dead ghosts who fought against Zhang Ye were decisive because they did not kill and their thoughts were not clear, so they were the last to cast it. It was just a fight between trapped beasts.

Like Zhang Ye, there are only a few cultivators who make the decision to disintegrate the demon before the battle begins.

After all, knowing the loss of cultivation base, no one can bear it. Like gamblers, most cultivators always take chances in their hearts, and only cry when they see the coffin.

When Zhenjun Qinghua was arguing endlessly with Long Batian, Zhang Ye seized the opportunity and used the method taught by Ziyi.

The sharp gold stands out, the four elements recede, the reverse is done, and the demon disintegrates——

As soon as the reverse luck meridian was used, Zhang Ye's inner body began to turn red, and it swelled up instantly. The zhenqi surging against the direction suddenly grew much stronger than usual, and the majestic power was like an angry beast, wanting to vent.

The chest felt tight, and the blood pressure spurted out uncontrollably.

"Not good! This brat is desperate!"

Qinghua Zhenjun, who was in the middle of the debate, immediately summoned his true energy, and the ghost hand that was pressing on Zhang Ye's head directly clawed down.

Now Zhang Ye is not only in a state of retrograde fire, but even his thinking is in a state of fire.

Seeing that this kid didn't use his greatly increased strength to escape, but went against the ghost's hand without hesitation, Zi Yi was almost so angry that a mouthful of old blood spewed out. [

"That's the supernatural power of ghost hands, absolutely not to be underestimated!" Naisha Ziyi had no choice but to remind.

God moves ever-changing, ten steps and one kill!

The coldest killing intent ever filled the entire space, and even Qinghua Zhenjun, who had never cared about it, couldn't help being moved.

I saw Zhang Ye's phantom afterimages everywhere, each afterimage in various poses, spreading cold light.

Under the initial combination of supernatural powers and ten-step-one-kill, although those are just illusions, they don't really turn into a few Zhang Ye performing supernatural powers, but the killing intent is real, and those illusions usually come directly from the artistic conception. , from the visual, to the impact on the mental state of the opponent.

Puchi puchi puchi puchi—

The cold light scattered all over the sky, impacting on the ghostly hand that covered the sky, the energy was scattered and the brilliance was dazzling.

Immediately thereafter, tiny cracks appeared on the ghostly hand of Qinghua Zhenjun.