The three immortals of Kunlun standing next to Yu Qingzi also sacrificed their weapons, the dwarf was a pair of iron claws, the purple-faced Taoist priest used an ink-colored short sword, and the old woman in colorful clothes took out the Emei thorn.

The word "sacrifice" instead of taking it here is not a typo.

The Tiandu Warlock used to be a physical weapon, but after he arrived at the Warlock, few people used it, all of them were true qi transformation or physical incarnation, and every time they were used, they were sacrificed, and these people were all sorcerers, so unlike Zhang Poxiao, these weapons had to be taken additionally.

There may be people who ask, I just said earlier, there are very few magicians in Tiandu, and there is only one person in the Night Dynasty, why so many people pop up here, this is because the magicians basically ignore mundane things, and there are only one or two people who care about Hongchen, and more are constantly cultivating and focusing on immortality.

There are hundreds of millions of people in the whole heavens, although it is difficult for sorcerers to reach, but there are still many people who succeed, and when they really reach the level of sorcerers, they are either old, or they are pursuing the Great Dao, and some are free in the world, and there are not many who are really intoxicated with secular rights, and too much killing will drastically reduce Yangshou.

For thousands of years, there have been countless hermit masters, and they are more interested in the rivers and lakes of the heavenly capital than the disputes in the temples.

This is also the reason why Tiandu Wannian rarely hears of sorcerers participating in the battle, and only the rural rumors are the majority.

Tiandu's most orthodox Tianxia Academy, the youngest sorcerer recorded is a sixty-year-old peerless genius Kong Bugu, he is known as the military god of Tiandu, but he only lived to be eighty-four years old after killing too much, and most of the magicians who reached it were eighty to one hundred years old.

The back has nothing to do with cultivation, it all depends on understanding!

If you are enlightened, you are a magician, and if you don't understand, you can only improve your skills but you can't become a magician.

At this stage, there are countless geniuses in Tiandu, and there are countless regrets.

As for killing ordinary people to reduce yang longevity, this is the situation that will only appear after reaching the realm of magicians to communicate with heaven and earth, which is a mysterious and mysterious reason, Buddhism calls it the fire of karma, and we will not talk about the words of cause and effect reincarnation for the time being.

The old beggar saw that a few people were ready to do it, and laughed heartily: "That's right, I haven't done it for several years, and today is just a good time to loosen my muscles." ”

He jumped forward, picked up the wooden stick and smashed it down, flexible as an ape, vigorous as a rabbit, such a ordinary move for Yu Qingzi and the three immortals of Kunlun, but like a mountain peak.

The heavy coercion combined with the ever-expanding wooden stick approached, and Yu Qingzi screamed, urging the law to urge the sword to meet the sword.

The pine-patterned ancient sword bloomed with dazzling light, and with the momentum of breaking through everything, it forged ahead bravely.

The contact between the two directly tore the air apart, and a pitch-black vacuum appeared.

The sword nimbly chased after the stick, and struck the old beggar along the shaft.

I saw him leaning back to avoid the sword, and his left hand put the fingers together and lightly touched the hilt of the sword.

The sword roared, broke away from the battle circle, flew back to the scabbard behind Yu Qingzi, and refused to come out again.

Yu Qingzi saw that the sword was damaged, and he was distressed, this sword has been cultivated with painstaking efforts, and it has been connected with his own heart, just now, it seems to be an understatement, but in fact, the power penetrates, so that the sword body of the sword has spider-like cracks.

The swordsman regarded the sword as more important than his own life, and now that the blow was damaged, he roared angrily, his beard flew up, his right hand swept the dust towards his face, and he held a free fan left and right to point at his lower acupoint.

The old dwarf also flashed to the old beggar's back, and the iron claws in his hand flashed coldly, and he grabbed it hard.

The purple-faced old dao was not idle, and the ink-colored long sword that had just been injured was triggered by his true qi and fell from a high place towards the old beggar's Baihui acupoint.

The old woman in colorful clothes laughed dryly, and Emei stabbed at his ribs.

Several people sealed the old beggar from front to back, left and right, and this moment was really dangerous.

"Drink!" The old beggar roared angrily, his whole body was boiling, and his whole body was wrapped in the true qi released from the outside, he took a deep breath, and his true qi made his chest bulge.

He shook his head like a lion, and the green stick was out of his hand, spinning around him like a spinning top.

"Red Dust Road, bind!" He kept changing his mudra with both hands, and then grabbed the wooden stick with his right hand as fast as lightning, and slammed it into the ground, scattering a complex rune with the wooden stick like the center, and the attacking four people kept their posture and stopped, as if time was forbidden.

The old beggar stepped forward and slapped each of them, and all four of them spat blood and flew out, knocking down countless trees.

In fact, the move just now didn't change the time at all, but only increased his attack speed.

When the speed is high enough, time will just stand still.

The four of them couldn't get up from crawling on the ground for half a day, they were all secretly shocked, and the four of them couldn't hurt him together.

The old beggar looked at the four people on the ground and did not continue to chase and kill, but stopped where he was, picked up the big gourd and poured a large sip of wine.

"Good wine, good wine, do you want to take a sip if you four of you? This wine was brewed by Ling Tiancheng's Bacchus God King indifferently and burned his heart, and after he left, this wine was one less sip of wine. The old beggar asked.

"It's always called Hua, I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for many years, your skills are more sophisticated, and you are already far ahead of us." Yu Qingzi of the Qingtian Sect covered his chest and slowly stood up, without the appearance of the fairy just now, his hair was messy, his beard was stained with blood, and he looked indescribably miserable.

The three immortals of Kunlun did not lose the arrogance they had just now, they supported each other and stood up, their eyes full of fear.

It is precisely because they understand more that they understand the horror of this old flower.

Several of them are sorcerers, and according to the definition of strength, they are all people who break the void, but they are the top people on the dominant side, but the four of them can't catch his trick together, has he become an earth immortal?

It turned out that the three of them were frogs at the bottom of the well, and they underestimated the people of the world, and thought that they were at the top of the pyramid.

The old beggar did not answer his words, looked at the sky with some melancholy, drank a few more sips of wine, and said to himself, "How can you live a long time?" What about being the first in the world? ”

As he spoke, he put away the green wooden stick, staggered forward, and sang "Okay Song" in his mouth:

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, but they can't forget their fame!

Where will the past and the present meet? The barren mound is gone, and the grass is gone.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget!

In the end, he only hated to gather much, and when he reached a long time, his eyes were closed.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only the wife can't forget it!

Jun's birthday said kindness, and Jun died and went with others.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only the children and grandchildren can't forget!

There are many infatuated parents in ancient times, who has seen filial piety to their children and grandchildren?

This song exhausts the joys and sorrows of the world, which makes people feel emotional, it is a popular masterpiece of Master Cao in the former dynasty, and the old beggar sings that the four people left behind are faintly insightful, and they all bow to the place where he left.

The purple-faced old man asked: "It seems that today's Heavenly Son Sword has nothing to do with us, so let's stop the matter that the three of us promised the Yellow Gate Master at the beginning." ”

The dwarf and the old woman also nodded unwillingly, Yu Qingzi shook his head helplessly, and said: "Okay, if we meet the old flower of the Earth Immortal Realm today, it is useless for us to stay here, I will return to the door master and promise that the three of you will pay the fee in full." ”

Yu Qingzi's heart was dripping with blood, in order to let these three people help come over to seize the Son of Heaven Sword, but he promised a high reward, originally to guard against other forces also have the intention of magicians to participate in it, never thought that there would be an earth immortal to protect the Son of Heaven Sword, thinking that in addition to a Taishang elder and the door master, his own skill is the highest, and there is no point in keeping it if he loses a move.

The three immortals of Kunlun were originally a little low, they were all cultivating in the Kunlun dangerous realm, but in recent years, their cultivation has not progressed an inch, but as they grow older, their skills have been lost, and in order to keep their skills and live for a few more years, they have done a lot of evil things.

The Qingtian faction found them and promised to give them the three of them a life-sustaining pill and a lot of gold and silver property, so they were invited, and the plan of the Qingtian faction was that if they got the Sword of the Son of Heaven, in addition to being able to call on the world's heroes, they could also get the treasures of the Tang Dynasty, which was worth investing in.

At this time, the situation in the heavenly capital was changing, and the Taishang Elder and the sect master were at the critical juncture of retreat, and he was the only one to take more variables, so he let the three immortals follow, but he didn't think about it or it was fruitless.

The four of them were a little embarrassed, at their age, unless they had a big chance, they would just eat and wait for death, retreat for countless years, and spend a lifetime of time to be like this, which is a little unacceptable.

This is a loss of mood under a big blow.

The higher people think of themselves, the higher they stand, the greater the gap when they fail, even if they are all immortals in the world, they are not exempt from vulgarity, and they are seriously injured, and several people are about to say goodbye.

Suddenly, several people jumped up in shock, hurriedly turned around, and the weapons in their bodies took the initiative to fly out to protect their masters.

A breeze blew, a figure was fleeting, the four of them didn't see it clearly, the black shadow was gone, the four of them still had a frightened look on their faces, each of them had an extra wound as thin as a silk thread in their throats, only the dwarf said: "What a fast sword." ”

The wound burst and blood spurted out.

All that remained on the ground were a few shattered weapons and four dead bodies.

On the east side of the town, Lieshan Tong successfully introduced the enemy into the formation, he gave Zhang Poxiao a look, and the two waited for them to fall into the formation and then break through separately.

This Eighteen Sen Luo Dian is good at making people fantasize and hurt themselves, and when he met Yu Tieha this magician in Long County, he was still able to let him and the 30,000 army taste the bitter fruit.

Although the current formation is only the simplest formation made with a formation disk, it is not so powerful, but it can still be done to trap the five of them and let them fall into fantasy.

Seeing that they were shrouded in a black room, Zuo Jun and Xu Tong secretly said: Oops, they fell into the formation.

All the ghosts in front of them, surrounded by rakshasas, yakshasas and resentful ghosts, several people were frightened, took up arms to attack, in the eyes of Zhang Poxiao and Lie Shantong, the five of them were constantly killing each other.

Zhang Poxiao held a spear to assist in killing the enemy, and Lie Shantong sat on top of the array, inputting true qi to maintain the operation of the formation.

With the assistance of this formation, Zhang Poxiao easily killed these five people.

When Lie Shantong saw that the enemy was dead, he slowly cut off his true qi and stopped his formation, but due to the excessive consumption of true qi, his face was as white as paper, and he panted and let Zhang Poxiao help him.

The two stared at the dozens of people who refused to leave, their eyes showed a fierce light, Zhang Poxiao helped Lie Shantong to sit down, carried a spear in his hand, stepped forward with arrows, and fought dozens of enemies alone.