The spirit beast of the great existence is of the earth attribute, and it has no chance of winning against the former land lord at all.

Xia Wuji is good at water attribute spells, and he must also be restrained by the earth.

Yu Tiande is not good at spells, but is more specialized in physical changes and force, and the body of the Yin God of the ghost and immortal is the least afraid of these.

These people's best skills were all restrained, so they pinned all their hopes on Feng Zhiyuan.

Since arriving in the south of the city, they have been doing a big thing as planned.

Jindan is true and false, and so is Yuanying.

Borrowing foreign objects (usually natal magic weapons) into the body to become a pill can also achieve Jindan cultivation, and the success rate is higher than that of condensing the true element.

Yuan Ying can naturally do the same, and this method is not all as evil as Han Minglu at the beginning, and there are also people in the righteous path who do this.

However, the quick methods are extremely dangerous, and if they fail, the light ones will be greatly reduced, and the heavy ones will directly become wasted.

And what they have to do is only temporarily raise the realm under the pretense of external objects, not to improve permanently.

Although it is still very dangerous, it is safer than a real breakthrough.

At the moment, they have no other way, and the gap between them and the realm of ghosts and immortals is there, so they can only use this method to make a desperate bet.

Feng Zhiyuan naturally knew the danger, but he was more eager to kill the enemy.

And if you can grasp the feeling of the Yuan Infant Stage from this experience, it may be of great benefit to the improvement of the realm, and finally decide to take a risk.

Since just now, several people have been working together to deliver true yuan to Feng Zhiyuan.

And he himself is also using secret methods to forcibly compress the power in his body, elevating it to the consummation of the golden pill.

A dark green crystal flying sword floated in front of his dantian, and at this time it was submerging into the old man's body a little bit.

"Hmm!" His brows were furrowed, and his forehead was sweaty, and it was clear that this process of forcible fusion had brought him great burden and pain.

Sun Miao curiously opened the insight of the wall, the flying sword was not disemboweled, but in the process, it became a superposition with the flesh of the old man Feng.

It's like the superposition of meridians, true yuan, and dantian, and bladder, blood vessels, and nerves.

This flying sword seems to have become a state similar to Zhenyuan and Jindan, which is a bit beyond Sun Miao's understanding.

After this small sword was incorporated into the dantian, it fused with the shining golden pill again, and the whole body became golden.

With a stroke, the body was not injured, but it had reshaped the interior of the dantian qi sea, and there was a vague shadow of a cloud-shrouded pavilion, as if the immortals lived.

Probably this is the so-called Purple Mansion, this shining little sword shrank again, stopped in it, and the brilliance gradually faded.

The Purple Mansion has been opened, and the sword baby has just begun.

Old Man Feng opened his eyes, and his eyes were like electricity.

At this time, the ghost fairy land wooden staff had already hit a pair of beast souls.

Old Man Feng pointed from afar, and the black and white magic swords immediately rose into the sky, out of the control of the beast soul guarding the array.

After the fusion, a pair of beast souls turned into stone and were shattered again, but this time they could not be reborn.

However, the pair of magic swords that were taken off in time were not affected, and at this time, an arc was drawn in the air, and the pure yin magic sword was inserted into the city wall behind Feng Zhiyuan, and the pure yang magic sword was standing in front of him.

Old Man Feng only stared intently at the Pure Yang Magic Sword in front of him, his own momentum fell again and again, but the magic sword gradually became like a small sun, making it impossible to look at it directly.

The ghost immortal land felt this extraordinary momentum, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and as soon as his body was short, he was about to flee to the city where he had lost the soul of the guardian beast.

The janitor who stayed at the big array of Qingyazhai suddenly felt something, and at this time he suddenly opened his eyes and slashed his wrist like a sword.

Immediately, the blood flowed like an infusion, pouring on the large array of textures under him, and spreading outward rapidly.

Looking outside the city wall again, the land of ghosts and immortals saw that the situation was not good, and they wanted to escape to the city, and borrowed the people in the city to let these monks throw rat traps.

I just got into the earth, and when I sneaked up to the city wall, I suddenly felt like I was stuck in a quagmire.

He was actually pushed out again, and at the same time, his body was covered with blood, followed by the purple and blue electricity on the city wall

The light was dense, and suddenly a wild thunder struck!

The land wanted to escape but could not, as if the blood stain interfered with his movements, and he was struck by a thunderbolt and blown away more than two feet.

This gathered the last blow of the great array's spiritual power, which seemed to blast him away, but in fact, it didn't cause much damage to him due to his attributes.

On the contrary, it was the blood stains on his body that made this ghost immortal unable to hide.

After a moment's delay, Feng Zhiyuan's side was already ready.

The Pure Yang Magic Sword illuminated Nancheng as if it was daylight at this time, and even the figure of the old man behind it could not be seen.

"Go."

With this gentle sentence, the magic sword immediately went straight to the ghost immortal, the speed was not extremely fast, but it gave people a mysterious feeling.

The sword should hit its target, just as the rising sun should rise in the east and the sun set in the west.

The ghost fairy land didn't dare to be careless, so he had to use the ability to press the bottom of the box to come out.

I saw him thrust the wooden staff in his hand into the ground: "Xia Chang!"

The staff was instantly taller than the city wall, and its greenery was covered with green leaves, and then it hung low, encircling the fairy like a giant.

The Pure Yang Magic Sword pierced into the crown of the tree, and the green leaves withered and yellowed, and the branches were broken, but the speed of the magic sword did not slow down in the slightest.

However, the light on it has diminished a little, and the color has changed from blazing white to golden.

The ghost fairy was shocked: "Autumn harvest!"

The branches and leaves of the wooden cane that turned into a giant tree were all yellow, but they produced a huge fruit and collected the ghosts and immortals.

The sword pierced into the fruit and came out from the other side.

The fruit was split in two, shriveled and withered, but there was no trace of the ghost in it.

The wooden cane reverted back to its original form and fell to the ground.

Winter storage.

The magic sword that pierced through the fruit turned from golden to blood-red, and gradually turned into a blood-red three-legged bird.

Spirit Sword, Fourteenth Style, Jin Wuxi Pendant.

The three-legged bird flew up into the air with its long flaming tail, and with a thud, it fell towards a clearing next to the wooden staff.

Boom ——!

A violent explosion sounded, and the Pure Yang Magic Sword was completely shattered, and the space where it fell seemed to be slightly distorted.

An illusory and cracked figure was blown out of it, and it was the ghost fairy land, which fell to the ground at this time.

Feng Zhiyuan, who had exhausted all his essence, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the emerald green flying sword bounced out of the dantian, and the brilliance was gone.

The old man saw that he was paused, and Sun Miao immediately caught him and laid him flat on the ground, his limbs were cold and his heart was weak at this time.

The purple mansion has long been missing in the dantian, and it is scarred, the golden pill is dark, and the meridians are dry.

It seems that the dantian meridians are depleted and damaged due to excessive overdraft, and at the same time triggers physical shock.

A large handful of Nourishing Pulse Qi Pill was stuffed into the mouth of the old man Feng, although the effect of this pill on the return of qi was negligible to the Jindan monk, but it still had a protective effect on the veins.

At the same time, a steel needle pierced the old man's body.

"Scopolamine improves microcirculation, norepinephrine maintains blood pressure, milrinone strengthens heart ......"

Then he took out an infusion set, a deep venipuncture kit, and sodium, potassium, magnesium, calcium, and glucose injection through mediation.

I saw Sun Miao with both hands with the residual image of the Daodao, and the deep venous catheterization was completed in minutes, and rapid fluid replacement began.

A wave of treatment measures combining ancient and modern times poured down, and the situation of Old Man Feng finally stabilized, but he temporarily lost his combat effectiveness.

Several other seniors also consumed a lot of money, and each took their own medicine to regulate pranayama.

The high-end combat power guarding Anyang City is basically unable to fight anymore.

But fortunately, the ghost fairy seems to be dying, and he only needs to use the mana of the human immortal to complete the final blow, even if it is done!

Everything is still being planned.

Sun Miao, who was about to make up for the final blow, heard an old whisper in his ears.

"Chunsheng."

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