The more unscrupulous Ning Heng was, the more the people of the Three Sects could not figure out the depth of Ning Heng, and the more they did not dare to act rashly.

"The Nine-Colored Xuanxin Grass is in that cave, this thing must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the Great Spirit Man, it must be obtained!" Master Jingyu said outspokenly. This person is very strong, and if you don't find a way to kill him, it will be a problem.

When the people of the Three Sects heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then they heard someone ask, "What nine-colored Xuanxin grass?" ”

Master Jingyu said: "There is a nine-colored Xuanxin Grass in that cave, which can increase the longevity of a thousand years out of thin air after taking it, and it can also stimulate the potential of martial artists to improve their cultivation. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the three sects showed a look of shock, it was good to improve the cultivation of martial artists, the key was to increase the life span of a thousand years out of thin air This is too tempting.

Among the three sects, there are many people whose lifespans are about to run out, and they are all stuck in a martial arts realm for too many years, and their lifespans have been exhausted in vain.

Increasing one's lifespan by a thousand years out of thin air is a great benefit for any martial artist, especially those martial artists of the Three Sects who are close to life, their eyes are round at this moment, and they can't wait to rush into the cave immediately to seize the nine-colored Xuanxin Grass.

Master Jingyu can be said to have sinister intentions, she didn't say anything about the nine-colored Xuanxin Grass at the beginning, and she still had some selfish intentions.

But right now, when Master Jingyu saw that Ning Heng alone had dragged so many people from the Three Sects, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious, so she could only tell the matter of the Nine-Colored Xuanxin Grass, stimulating the people of the Three Sects to keep doing things against Ning Heng and solve Ning Heng earlier.

"Since there is such a treasure of heaven and earth, then without further ado, I will leave and kill this son and enter the cave." The green-shirted scribe stood up and said in a cold tone.

The fat monk Xuancheng also stood up and said: "Amitabha, for the sake of the great cause of the three religions, the poor monks can't stand idly by. ”

While speaking, he saw that the fat monk Xuancheng was the first to make a move, and the Haoran Buddha palm came out as soon as he spoke, and he crushed directly towards Ning Heng.

Xuan Cheng is a real little immortal master, and the depth of cultivation is even higher than that of Jingyu Shitai, as soon as he makes a move at this moment, not to mention the power, it immediately makes Ning Heng feel great pressure.

In the face of the real little immortal, Ning Heng didn't dare to take it lightly, he knew very well that he had a few catties and taels, and there was a realm gap between him and the little immortal, but it was by no means without a chance.

The rusty sword swung, Ning Heng ignored the sword qi damage caused by the rusty sword, and slashed directly at the attacking Buddha palm with a clean and neat sword.

Between the sword qi sweeping, the Buddha's palm suddenly collapsed, and Monk Xuancheng squinted slightly, with a touch of jealousy on his face.

"It's a sharp sword, but you can't seem to play all the power of this sword."

After all, he was a well-informed immortal, and after Xuan Cheng had personally come into contact with the sword qi of the Rusty Sword, he immediately realized that although the sword qi emitted by Ning Heng was sharp, it should not be the full power of this Rusty Sword.

Ning Heng didn't speak, his eyes looked solemn and sharp.

Monk Xuancheng shot again, and when he pointed out, Haoran's golden light turned into a lotus flower, which quietly bloomed at Monk Xuancheng's fingertips.

As soon as the golden lotus flower came out, Ning Heng suddenly felt a huge threat, and the rusty sword in his hand was clenched, and he aimed at the lotus flower and slashed a sword.

Rumble!!!

The sword qi roared out, and the golden lotus also attacked.

The next moment, the two collided, and suddenly all the sword qi was converged by the golden lotus, and the lotus flower wrapped the sword qi towards Ning Heng.

"Not good!"

Ning Heng suddenly felt bad, and immediately slapped the storage bag on his waist, and the crimson order flag that he had used before flew out.

Airplanes!

The moment the brilliance fell, the golden lotus flower wrapped in sword qi also crashed into the red light curtain.

Thundered!!!

A huge roar sounded instantly, and the huge smoke and dust engulfed Ning Heng's entire person.

The next moment, Ning Heng's figure flew out upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face looked a little pale.

However, Ning Heng still managed to stabilize his body, slipped a distance on the ground, and propped himself on the ground with a rusty sword.

His throat was slightly sweet, and Ning Heng forcibly swallowed the blood that had surged into his throat.

The Crimson Order Banner fell to the ground in a gloomy light, and the power of this thing was completely depleted, and it could not be used again unless it was replenished once.

"Yes, the power of the poor monk's finger may not even be able to withstand the ordinary little immortal martial artist, you can resist it with the cultivation of the divine source, it is really not easy, but unfortunately you have no talisman treasures." Monk Xuancheng said with admiration.

Ning Heng took a deep breath and looked at the eight-headed snake, but saw that this guy was still indifferent.

Ning Heng scolded secretly in his heart, although he didn't expect this guy to do anything at the beginning, but he didn't expect this eight-headed snake to be so cunning, and it was completely a posture of watching the fire from the other side.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Ning Heng gritted his teeth and asked.

The eight-headed snake glanced at Ning Heng: "You should be able to hold on, right?" If you can't do it, I'll help you again, so there's no rush now. ”

Ning Heng sneered, no longer counting on the eight-headed snake, and reached out and patted it on the storage bag.

A golden jade slip flew out and floated in front of Ning Heng.

Monk Xuancheng's eyes condensed slightly, staring at the golden jade slip in front of Ning Heng.

Not only him, but many people were staring at this golden jade slip, not knowing what kind of strange thing Ning Heng had taken out.

saw Ning Heng bite the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the golden jade slip.

The next moment, the golden jade slip shook slightly, and then a strange brilliance emerged, making many people subconsciously squint their eyes.

Airplanes!

A pure power flowed into Ning Heng's body from the golden jade slip.

Almost instantly, Ning Heng felt that his cultivation was constantly breaking through, reaching the limit level that a Divine Source Martial Artist could reach.

At this moment, Ning Heng reached the power of the Divine Source Limit, infinitely close to the true Little Immortal Martial Artist.

Although it is only a temporary power, this power will not fade for a while and a half, and in terms of Ning Heng's own strength, raising so much strength is already enough to be comparable to the little immortal martial artist of the war.

"The breath is so strong!" Monk Xuancheng's eyes became solemn.

This golden jade slip is still a thing to practice red dust, there are only three pieces in total, and Ning Heng has already pondered the use of the golden jade slip when he was on it before.

This jade slip uses blood as a guide, which can greatly increase the user's strength over a period of time, reaching the limit of what the physical body can bear.

Ning Heng's cultivation was a twofold divine source, and after obtaining the power of the jade jian, he temporarily obtained the ultimate power of the peak of the divine source.

"It's going to have to be done quickly!" Ning Heng felt the power in his body, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Monk Xuancheng.

Rumble!

With a punch, Monk Xuancheng was caught off guard, and was punched hard in the face by Ning Heng.

This punch is extremely powerful, and although Monk Xuancheng is physically strong, he was also beaten to the ground for a while. Monk Xuancheng's body retreated again and again, and the Buddha light of the protective body around his body gushed out, which was used to resist Ning Heng's continuous attacks.

Ning Heng relied on the surge of strength at this moment, suppressing Monk Xuancheng to the point that he barely had the strength to fight back, and the people of the Three Sects not far away were dumbfounded, almost unable to believe what they saw in front of them.

Although Ning Heng's cultivation was far inferior to that of Monk Xuancheng, the power he temporarily gained from that jade slip was very strong, allowing Ning Heng to temporarily raise his realm to a level comparable to the peak of the Divine Source.

And Ning Heng's own strength has surpassed the vast majority of Divine Source powerhouses, and now that he has temporarily reached the cultivation of the peak of Divine Origin, Ning Heng's strength has naturally completely surpassed the Divine Source Realm and reached the level of a little immortal powerhouse.

Xuan Cheng was certainly powerful, but he was still beaten a little miserably by Ning Heng when he was caught off guard.

However, after all, Monk Xuancheng was a powerhouse in the Little Immortal Realm, with profound cultivation and rich experience, although he was suppressed by Ning Heng at first, but after he eased up, Ning Heng would not be able to take advantage of more.

"Damn!"

Listening to Monk Xuancheng's angry shout, the Buddha light around him soared, and a punch directly blasted towards Ning Heng.

The incomparably fierce punch contains the pure and profound Buddhist cultivation of Monk Xuancheng, and the power of this punch will collapse the body of ordinary Shenyuan powerhouses even if they are touched a little.

"Good time!"

Ning Heng smiled, there was no fear on his face, and while condensing the strength of his whole body, the light of the fivefold gong body appeared around Ning Heng at the same time.

Rumble!!!

The same punch was blasted out, whether it was momentum or strength, it was even higher than that Xuancheng monk.

The moment the two fists clashed, they each felt the powerful power of the other.

I saw that Monk Xuancheng snorted, and the whole person couldn't stop stepping back, and the light of the protective Buddha around him seemed to be dimmed, and his face was full of surprise and disbelief.

Ning Heng, on the other hand, took two steps back slightly and stabilized his figure, his expression was calm and calm, and he didn't see the slightest hint of difficulty.

"How is that possible? How could you have reached such a level of strength! Monk Xuancheng said in surprise.

The people of the three sects also let out a burst of exclamations.

"Why does this kid have so much energy?"

"Impossible! How is it possible for a person to have the fivefold body? ”

"Didn't this guy practice five different exercises at the same time?"

"Nonsense! Even if you practice several exercises at the same time, it is impossible to condense all of them, which is not common sense! ”

"But there shouldn't be any fakes in this fivefold body."

"Humph! It must be some kind of means that we don't know about! ”

…

Ning Heng, who had a fivefold body in his body, coupled with the blessing of the power of Jade Jian, made the power that Ning Heng burst out with that punch just now actually overwhelmed the Xuancheng monk who had the cultivation of Xiao Changsheng.

Xuan Cheng was particularly shocked, his cultivation was already at the peak of the middle stage of Xiao Changsheng, and he was only one step away from reaching the late stage of Xiao Changsheng, and the power of his all-out punch, even if he couldn't kill Ning Heng, it was enough to make him hurt.

Unexpectedly, the result was that he was suppressed by Ning Heng, Ning Heng was not injured at all, but his chest was stuffy for a while, and the qi and blood in his body were surging more than very uncomfortable.

Especially Ning Heng's fivefold gong body, which made Monk Xuancheng can't believe his eyes, how can a person have so many heavy gong bodies? This is completely inconsistent with the common sense of martial arts cultivation.

Ning Heng's original fourfold skill body had now become a fivefold one, because after successfully cultivating the Eternal Immortal Technique, Ning Heng had an Immortal Skill Body, and its power could be superimposed with other fourfold Gong bodies.

Ordinary people can only possess the power of one Gong Body, and the more the power of the Gong Body reaches the later stage of cultivation, the weaker it becomes.

After all, there is only one body, and instead of spending too much energy on polishing the body, it is better to improve the strength in other aspects.

This is also the reason why martial artists with higher cultivation levels do not use their own martial arts very much, because the role that a heavy martial arts body can play is really limited.

But Ning Heng was different, his Qiankun Creation Technique allowed him to have multiple Gong Bodies at the same time, and the more Gong Bodies he had, the greater the improvement he could bring.

Ning Heng under the fivefold martial arts, even if he didn't use his aura, it was enough to compete with any martial artist below the realm of the Little Immortal Life.

Especially among Ning Heng's fivefold martial arts, four of them are the nine great martial arts, which themselves are above ordinary martial arts, and their power is naturally extraordinary.

Although Monk Xuancheng has cultivated profoundly, in the face of Ning Heng in this state, he still inevitably fell into disadvantage.

"Xuancheng, I'm here to help you." The green-shirted scribe walked out, wanting to fight alongside Xuancheng.

Ning Heng's heart tightened, it was okay to deal with a Xuan Cheng by himself, but if there were more masters of the little immortal realm, he would not be able to bear it.

However, Ning Heng did not show any timidity on the surface, his face was full of fighting intent, and he even said sarcastically: "Come on if you want to go up together, Ning is afraid that you won't be able to?" Let your three religions perish here today! ”

As soon as these words came out, the three sects were excited and eager to rush up.

Monk Xuancheng's face was a little ugly, and he waved his hand at the green-shirted scribe.

"Amitabha, let the poor monk come to this battle, if the poor monk is not strong and loses, then let someone else take action." Monk Xuancheng said.

The green-shirted scribe didn't say anything after hearing this, nodded and retreated.

Ning Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but the Xuancheng monk in front of him was not an easy opponent to solve, and he couldn't be careless.

"Amitabha, what a Ning Heng, you can force the poor monk to such a point, you are proud enough." Monk Xuancheng said.

Ning Heng smiled faintly: "How fat monk?" Are you scared? ”

Monk Xuancheng clasped his hands together, and his expression was extraordinarily calm: "Why are monks afraid? The strength in your body is only temporarily obtained, and it will naturally collapse after a long time, and the end is already doomed for you, so why should you be obsessed? ”

Ning Heng's eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you think that a large number of people is enough?" This is the cave of the burial gods, and even if there are many of you, you may all die here. ”

Monk Xuancheng smiled slightly when he heard this, and his treasure was solemn: "You are arrogant." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ning Heng only felt a buzz in his mind, and his whole person was shaky, and his body was extremely weak.

"Not good!" Ning Heng was horrified in his heart, he was talking to this fat monk and he was actually caught in his way.

"Amitabha, the brain-shattering divine voice is too vicious, and the poor monk is reluctant to use it, but since the donor is obsessed, he has no choice but to let the donor see the means of my Buddhism." Monk Xuancheng said lightly, already looking like he was winning.

Ning Heng felt a sharp pain in his mind, which was a manifestation of a heavy blow to his soul.