I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

call out!
The next moment, a cold blade light with a sharp blade energy suddenly appeared and slashed towards the faces of Wei Tu and the Snow Infant cultivator.

What's even more terrifying is that when Wei Tu and the other two tried to resist it, this cold sword light split into two, and then into four, turning the entire space into a sword domain.

Pure world of knives!
"Is this ghost-headed warrior still a puppet? His understanding of the laws of heaven and earth is no less than that of the cultivators of the same level." The Snow Infant Clan cultivator was extremely shocked, and subconsciously shouted out loud while he held up a protective magic shield to resist like Wei Tu.

Although powerful puppets, like cultivators, can mobilize the laws of heaven and earth, the law domain, and the law intention to attack, this is often a weakness for cultivators of the same level, and is no different from showing off one's skills in front of an expert.

After all, puppets don’t have the Nascent Soul that can communicate with and comprehend the heaven and earth.

However, the ghost-headed warrior in front of them undoubtedly broke the cognition of the Snow Infant cultivators.

The "domain of the sword" he controls is even more powerful than the domain he controls.

However, after these words were spoken, the Snow Infant Clan cultivator came back to his senses and his mind raced, and he immediately reacted - he understood that the current "middle stage of refining emptiness" of the ghost-headed warrior was probably not the real strength of this puppet, but was just a low level deliberately adjusted to face the two "challengers".

This made him feel a little relieved, but he couldn't help but become more wary of the ghost-headed warrior in front of him.

——Because his current strength is even stronger than a normal mid-stage Void Refinement expert!

“Wei Tu, at this moment, you and I can only get out of this Golden Marrow Palace if we work together. If we are a little late, when Ye Ya and Zhuang Changyou kill the young clan leader… you and I will probably have a hard time surviving in this turtle belly space.”

Inside the protective magic shield, the Snow Infant Clan monk, who was struggling to resist the sword light from the Ghost-Headed Warrior, spoke in an extremely solemn tone.

Hearing this, Wei Tu nodded, showing a look of deep agreement. He took a deep breath, pointed his finger, and shot out dozens of fifth-grade top-grade talismans, which condensed into one solid rune shield after another, protecting him and the Snow Infant cultivators, and resisting the sharp and almost all-penetrating terrifying sword light.

Although the fifth-level defensive talisman was as thin as paper and broke with a single poke under the attack of the ghost-headed warrior, it undoubtedly freed up the hands of Wei Tu and the Snow Infant cultivator, so that they no longer had to spend a lot of energy on defense.

Seeing this, the Snow Infant cultivator did not hide his weakness. He raised his hand and shot towards the void in front of him. Immediately, a vajra flashing with deep purple arcs and mysterious runes appeared in his hand.

The vajra was only about one foot in size at first, but when it was sacrificed by the Snow Infant Clan monk and blasted towards the ghost-headed warrior, it quickly swelled up in the wind and became several dozen feet in size.

Its size is more than ten times larger than that of the oni-headed warrior who is four or five meters tall, and it looks extremely shocking.

"Try your best to protect me!" The Snow Infant cultivator roared, and a totem shadow shaped like a unicorn appeared behind him. At this moment, the two "Snow Infant Ice Crystals" on the back of his hand burst out with dazzling light.

But the Snow Infant Clan monk still felt it was not enough, so he slapped his chest violently and spat out a mouthful of blood, which poured onto the vajra.

With the addition of this essence and blood, the deep purple electric arc on the surface of the vajra immediately changed and became dyed with a strong blood color. The blood arc flickered cracklingly, making the vajra, which was dozens of feet in size, carry a terrifying power.

"Fighting for the life of the living?" Wei Tu's eyes narrowed slightly. At this moment, he did not hesitate. He waved his sleeves and used the "Wood Realm" that he had comprehended to evolve into a series of wooden walls, once again helping the Snow Infant monks to resist the attacks of the Ghost-Headed Warriors.

Although he had some ulterior motives at this moment, he was not so far as to stab the Snow Infant Clan monk in the back, leaving himself to face the ghost-headed warrior alone.

Boom! Boom!
The Vajra magical treasure burst out with the power of thunder. Every bombardment was like a calamity from heaven, carrying with it rolling blood-red thunder. It blasted deep pits with scorch marks visible to the naked eye on the bodies of the several-foot-tall ghost-headed warriors.

just.

This advantage did not last long.

When the ghost-headed warrior saw that he was at a disadvantage, his eyes, which were filled with ghostly fire, flashed with strange light. He suddenly opened his mouth and let out an unusually sharp and shrill cry.

The next moment, two ghost-headed warriors who looked exactly like him appeared behind him, one holding a golden hammer and the other holding a white bone pipa.

Fortunately, these two ghost-headed warriors were only magical shadows, not real puppets. Otherwise, no matter how confident Wei Tu and the Snow Infant cultivator were, they would have to think about ways to escape.

But after these two ghost-headed phantoms joined the battlefield, the effect was also very significant.

The sound waves of the pipa and the shadow of the golden hammer, like the sword light just now, slashed towards Wei Tu and the Snow Infant cultivator from all directions.

Moreover, with the addition of these two "helpers", the ghost-headed warrior was obviously much more at ease in fighting against the Vajra spirit treasure.

The action also accelerated the counting of chips in a short period of time.

suddenly.

The ghost-headed warrior rushed forward instantly, leaving only two summoned phantoms behind to help him resist the Vajra magic treasure.

next moment.

There was only a "swish" sound.

A flash of cold light appeared above the head of the Snow Infant cultivator. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ghost-headed warrior holding a black sword in both hands, leaping into the air, and slashing down at him fiercely.

"Not good." The Snow Infant cultivator's face changed slightly. He keenly sensed that if he was hit by this knife, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would be seriously injured.

However, just when he wanted to escape, he suddenly discovered that his body had become "frozen" at some point and he could not move at all.

"This is impossible." He roared in his heart and made frantic hand gestures, trying to rise up from the ground and escape the attack range of the ghost-headed warrior.

But unfortunately, no matter whether he burned his essence and blood or his Nascent Soul essence, his body did not move at all.

Including... the Infant's Out-of-Body Experience...

At this moment, he was also imprisoned.

Suddenly, the Snow Infant Clan cultivators became completely hopeless, and their faces were covered with a layer of deathly gray.

But suddenly!

The "clang clang" sound of the collision of spiritual treasures suddenly rang in his ears, and became more and more intense.

He opened his eyes and looked forward.

He saw that Wei Tu had appeared above his head in an instant, holding a short stick as high as his eyebrows, and engaged in close combat with the ghost-headed warrior.

It was like an ant, blocking his way.

However, his body training has not yet broken through the sixth level.

After only a short period of fighting, his body was already covered in blood, his clothes were torn to pieces, and his hands holding the stick had been restored countless times. Blood, flesh, and bone fragments fell from the air like snowflakes, forming a thick pile.

This scene instantly made the Snow Infant Clan cultivators secretly sigh that Wei Tu was worthy of trust, and they couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Because at this time, he also realized that his "body confinement" had disappeared at some point.

"Brother Wei, hold him back for ten seconds!"

The Snow Infant Clan monk roared and once again mobilized his magic power to move the Vajra magic treasure that was dozens of feet in size in the air, and impress blood-red marks on the runes on its surface.

This time, he was not just "fighting desperately", but was almost "risking his life".

only--

These ten breaths of time seemed to be a "calamity" for Wei Tu.

At the ninth breath, Wei Tu was knocked back by the powerful sword of the ghost-headed warrior, and he hit the ground of the hall hard, almost like a smash.

The highly intelligent ghost-headed warrior turned around and counterattacked the Snow Infant Clan monks, making their previous "preparations" fail!
Fortunately, with Wei Tu's timely support, the Snow Infant Clan cultivator only suffered minor injuries and the immediate crisis was resolved.

"Ten breaths, Brother Wei must hold on for ten breaths. As long as ten breaths are enough, this puppet will be seriously injured..."

"Then you and I will have a chance of winning."

The Snow Infant Clan monk gritted his teeth and spoke to Wei Tu at the top of his lungs.

But a pity.

This time, at the eighth breath, Wei Tu couldn't hold on anymore and was blown away by the ghost-headed warrior.

The "power storage" of the Vajra magic treasure was broken again.

The Snow Infant Clan monk also failed to "charge up" twice and was attacked by the Ghost-Headed Warrior. Not only was he seriously injured by the backlash, but even 70% of his magic power was consumed.

"The last time."

"Brother Wei, this is the last time. If we fail... Today, our lives will end."

The Snow Infant Clan cultivator sighed softly and looked at Wei Tu's scarred body with some emotion.

"Don't worry. This time... I will not allow myself to fail." Wei Tu, who was fighting fiercely with the ghost-headed warrior in the air, did not forget to send a message to calm the emotions of the Snow Infant Clan monks.

Hearing this, the Snow Infant cultivator felt temporarily relieved. He once again burned his blood and Nascent Soul essence and poured his magic power into the Vajra magic treasure, which he regarded as his trump card.

Whoops! Whoops!
The runes on the Vajra magic treasure once again burst into dazzling light, and streaks of blood thunder were condensed again. Along with the sounds of wind and thunder, they turned into a blood-red giant hand that could hold up the sky.

The bloody hand stretched forward and clenched the vajra magic treasure that was dozens of feet in size slowly, then pulled it up and aimed it at the head of the ghost-headed warrior.

At this time, the seventh breath had already passed.

As long as three breaths are over, this Vajra magic treasure will be able to complete the accumulation of power.

"The eighth breath..."

"The ninth breath..."

Looking at Wei Tu who was still holding on, the Snow Infant Clan cultivator secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put aside any slight doubts he had about Wei Tu. After all, no matter how "narrow-minded" Wei Tu was, he would not take advantage of this dangerous opportunity to play tricks on him and deliberately consume his strength.

The ghost head warrior is only the first danger they face.

After dealing with this ghost-headed warrior...

There are also Ye Ya and Zhuang Changyou.

In any case, it was unlikely that Wei Tu would deliberately hold them back at this moment.

"The tenth breath!"

The Snow Infant cultivator calculated the time precisely, shouted coldly, and reached forward with one hand. Another blood-colored hand appeared on his body and joined forces with the blood-colored hand on the Vajra magic treasure to throw it out.

With a bang, an explosion sounded.

Under the tremendous power of the Vajra, the trembling ghost-headed warrior protected by Wei Tu had no way to escape. A thick, ghostly Yin armor condensed behind him in an attempt to resist the attack.

However, this powerful attack that involved nearly half of the Snow Infant Clan cultivator's magic power was certainly not a simple matter.

The golden top of the pestle shattered the ghost-headed warrior's armor inch by inch, and dense blood-red lightning poured into the soul hub at the core of the puppet even more madly.

After counting the interest.

Then there was a loud bang, and the right arm of the ghost-headed warrior holding the knife was blown off by lightning.

Next, the puppet fragments and mechanisms on its body continued to fall from the sky.

Without the protection of the puppet armor, a "vicious ghost" in the late stage of the Void Refining Realm appeared naked in front of Wei Tu and the Snow Infant cultivators.

"The Hundred Soldiers Ghost Clan? Turns out to be this clan." Suddenly, the voice of the ghost god's soul rang in Wei Tu's ears.

Normally, Wei Tu used the "Soul-Fixing Talisman" to imprison the ghost's soul and hid it in his Qiankun bag to guard it strictly.

But things are different once you reach the turtle's belly.

This place involves Taoist Lishan, a great man in the late stage of fusion. In order to prevent any "mistakes" in his vision and knowledge, it is imperative to find the external aid of the ghost god's soul.

At this moment, what the ghost soul said also gave Wei Tu a big surprise.

Because the "Hundred Soldiers Ghost Clan" is also a high-level ghost creature in the legend, comparable to the Sky Ghost Clan.

And this ghost creature, without a doubt, can also become the object of his refining in order to advance to the "Youding Seven Pupils" technique.

"Boy, swallow him. Your Youding Seven Pupils Technique will surely make great progress." The Youshen Soul also gave advice at this time.

Hearing this, Wei Tu was immediately very excited.

However, he did not act rashly, because although the ghost-headed warrior was injured after being attacked by the Vajra magic treasure, some of his residual power from the late stage of refining emptiness was still there, and it was not something he could easily plunder now.

He suppressed his greed and waited until the Snow Infant Clan monk activated the Vajra magic treasure again to deal a heavy blow to the ghost-headed warrior. Only then did he take action and kill the ghost-headed warrior's soul at close range.

But after this close encounter.

Wei Tu suddenly realized that this ghost-headed warrior, even at this moment of death, did not intend to use his full strength, but was still fighting him with the strength of the "middle stage of refining emptiness".

“Could it be... that this ghost-headed warrior is also a reward for passing the Golden Marrow Palace?” Wei Tu raised his eyebrows and instantly realized the preciousness of this secret realm of inheritance.

Seeing this, he did not hesitate. After narrowing his eyes, he immediately stretched out his right hand, regardless of the danger, and grabbed the "soul pill" of the ghost-headed warrior.

The soul pill is the essence of a ghost, which is equivalent to the Nascent Soul of a cultivator.

Just as he expected.

When his right hand touched the "Soul Pill" of the ghost-headed warrior, all the attacks and resistance of the ghost-headed warrior suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The soul pill fell into his palm easily.

And his ghost was destroyed by a sudden law and turned into nothingness when he obtained the soul pill.

The Snow Infant Clan cultivator on the other side also saw this scene.

His eyes flashed slightly, and a hint of greed appeared in his eyes. After all, this was the "Soul Pill" left by a ghost in the late stage of the Refining Void Realm, and its value was almost inestimable.

However - due to his serious injury, and the fact that he would need Wei Tu's help to deal with Ye Ya and Zhuang Changyou, he quickly suppressed this greedy thought and put on a kind smile on his face at the right time.

"Congratulations, Brother Wei, for obtaining this valuable treasure."

He coughed up some blood, took a step forward, and bowed to congratulate.

Wei Tu nodded in return, smiling.

It was as if all the "grudges" between the two before the fight and just now had disappeared completely.

The two chatted briefly, then each took a magic pill, entered a state of meditation to restore their magic power, and waited for the "rules" of the Golden Marrow Palace to move them to another dimension.

"The battle situation is about to be decided."

Wei Tu sat cross-legged, observing through the space barrier the fight between the white-robed girl and Ye Ya and Zhuang Changyou in another space.

The girl in white robe at this time was almost the same as her people. She had obviously suffered serious injuries. The right half of her arm was covered in blood, and her body was gasping for breath and moving up and down.

Although Ye Ya and Zhuang Changyou consumed a lot of magic power and suffered injuries, they were in a much better condition than the white-robed girl who was beaten up.

"Not good! The first level of space is about to collapse. We need to quickly deal with Xue Qiongyu and not delay any longer..."

Suddenly, Ye Ya noticed the "unusual movement" in the Golden Marrow Hall. Her face changed drastically. After shouting this to Zhuang Changyou, she immediately flipped her palm, took out a black round bead, and threw it to the girl in white robe.

Wei Tu, who was in another dimension, naturally found it difficult to hear what Ye Ya said.

But he recognized this pitch-black round bead. It was the "Sixth-Level Heavenly Thunder Bead" that the Seven Desires Evil Monk had once used!
Moreover, this sixth-level Heavenly Thunder Pearl is obviously larger and more aura-filled than the one owned by the Seven Desires Evil Monk. (End of this chapter)