Chapter 69: Embracing the Moon
Because the nearby underground palace was low and difficult to escape from, Lu Cheng no longer held Lin Qingyue but walked quickly with Lin Qingyue on his back.
At this time, there are foundation-building masters chasing behind him, so we can no longer just go down.
Wherever the ghosts gathered were few, Lu Cheng would flee. Although it could not be said that he was in a panic, he was indeed in a state of embarrassment.
“Give me the Huiyuan Pill you just took.”
At this moment, the female cultivator in purple clothes behind him stretched out her white hands in front of Lu Cheng. Her vitality was damaged and she gasped softly.
“There’s only one left.”
“I used to be the manager of Lin’s Merchant Shop, and that was the third-level Yuan Yuan elixir just now, with ten pills in a bottle. You can’t lie to me. "
" Huh. "
Lu Cheng adjusted his aura and ignored the crazy woman on his back. He looked around and continued to look for a way out.
"It's better to die alone than to die together. If I take a Hui Yuan Dan, I can activate a third-level magic talisman. At that time, you can escape from here and avenge me later."
At the beginning. When Lu Cheng was gliding on bat wings to escape, Lin Qingyue activated a third-level breath gathering charm in Lu Cheng's arms to protect the two of them.
In the previous battle, Lin Qingyue almost fainted because she had used a Kunyuan Fierce Talisman that consumed a lot of mana.
If you give her the third-level rejuvenation elixir at this time, the extremely empty meridians can indeed restore a lot of mana, but she will be dead. The meridians in her body will be torn apart by the mana, and the erysipelas will also Unable to load.
"Neither of us will die. Just shut up at this time."
Lin Qingyue kept nagging behind her, and Lu Cheng kept replying to her words while looking for the way. He got annoyed and scolded her angrily.
Lin Qingyue was stunned for a moment by the scolding, then she smiled and leaned on the young Taoist's back, laughing and crying, hugging him tightly with all four limbs, as if death was no longer so scary. .
“It is indeed right to accept things as soon as possible. After the tide of beasts is over, you should take the spirit stones back and concentrate on cultivation instead of exploring the ancient tombs. Being too greedy is indeed a recipe for disaster.”
Just when Lu Cheng was summarizing the recent situation in his mind, his mind suddenly seemed to be cast in a dark shadow.
A sense of danger spread behind me.
As time went by, the effectiveness of the third-level breath gathering talisman decreased, and his spiritual consciousness swept over him continuously, and he caught up with that guy.
Finding a relatively spacious stone room, Lu Cheng put Lin Qingyue down and hid it in a corner, then took out a lightning-struck wooden statue from the Qiankun Ring and placed it in Lin Qingyue's hands.
The Shinto magic weapon has great power and takes up a lot of space, so the second-level high-grade Red Heart God Statue cannot be placed in the second-level storage magic weapon. Lu Cheng bought a third-level Qiankun Ring in the Nightless City. Only then can you carry this treasure with you. Otherwise, you either don't carry it or carry it with you.
"Both of us will not die. You hold this statue and watch us fight until the critical moment. Use this statue to shine on him!"
Lin Qingyue held the Red Heart God Lord with both hands. Like, she didn't know who this divine king was, holding a steel whip and with a red and fierce face, but she believed in the Taoist in front of her, so she held the statue temporarily and begged with all her heart.
At this time, a gray cloud rushed in from the entrance of the stone chamber and condensed into the image of an old Taoist in black and white robes.
"Unsheath!"
Lu Cheng, who had recovered all his mana, now pointed out the tactics and used two flying swords, Chunjun and Lihuo, to attack Fang Yanling.
The sword light is swift, the sword energy is sharp, and the sword intention is powerful. It hardly looks like it was made by a monk in the Qi training realm.
Fang Yanling is in the late stage of the eighth level of foundation building. He is usually considered a master among his peers. Before today, he never thought that one day he would be trained by a junior in the Qi training realm. A person can be suppressed to this extent by a single sword.
"It's a pity that the old Taoist is not interested in playing with you anymore."
The purpose of coming down is to obtain the inheritance of the senior monks, not to confirm the Taoism with the juniors. Before, I could say that I was chasing down all the way. Along the way, but now Lu Cheng has begun to move away from the main tomb chamber in order to escape.
If he hadn't already forged a grudge and was worried that the elders of the other sect would seek revenge, Fang Yanling would have really wanted to go directly to the main tomb to avoid long nights and dreams. Now, it is necessary to kill the opponent immediately before going to the main tomb.
Actually, at this point, Fang Yanling still thinks too much because he has too little knowledge.
If Lu Cheng is really the true disciple of the twelve sects or even one of the loose immortals that he is worried about, in a fight like the one just now, if you are bullied, you will be bullied. Almost no top sect will Because of this kind of thing, sending out monks from the sect will only make you practice hard and then you can regain your face.
If you can't get it back in this life, then just endure it.
But Lu Cheng didn't know what Fang Yanling was worried about, otherwise he would really explain it to the other party.
With murderous intent in his mind, Fang Yanling patted the Qiankun bag on his waist, and a transparent crystal flew out of it, which landed in his hand and shot out a rotating Tai Chi pattern.
As soon as this light pattern appeared, the two flying swords of Chunjun and Lihuo that were attacked were covered in it, suppressing and sluggish. The two swords moved slowly in the light pattern, as if time was suppressed.
Lu Cheng was not surprised that Fang Yanling could produce such a magic weapon. He had long discovered that many Taoist treasures in this world had the same content as the one he lived in.
And most of them are passed down from ancient times and are of great significance to the entire world of immortality.
So it is normal for the other party to take out a Tai Chi magic weapon. The only disharmony is the mismatch between the identity of the evil cultivator in southern Xinjiang and this magical weapon.
Using a magical weapon to restrain Lu Cheng's swords, Fang Yanling summoned a bone staff with his other hand. It looked like a human bone spine, and the head of the staff also looked like a withered human head and green messy hair.
“Death!”
As soon as Fang Yanling waved his bone staff, a green hazy poisonous gas surged towards Lu Cheng. He no longer used thunder spells, but With the powerful magic weapon that he often uses, he wants to defeat his opponent in a short time.
Compared with Qi-training monks, foundation-building monks have deeper mana, more powerful spells, and have divine consciousness to envelope the opponent to protect themselves. Before meeting Lu Cheng, Fang Yanling had never thought for hundreds of years that one day he would kill a person. The Qi-training monks are considered as opponents.
The wings of a bat appeared behind Lu Cheng, and then he waved violently. His whole body turned into a black light and hit the top wall. His body and limbs released their strength, and then he turned over and fell down like a beast. Avoid the area enveloped by the hazy green poisonous gas.
The green poisonous gas impacted on the stone wall behind Lu Cheng and corroded rapidly, melting the entire stone wall and eroding a cavity.
“Poison?!”
Lu Cheng glanced at it, thinking a little in his heart.
But the next moment, he had already formed a formula with his fingers, pointing far away on the pure Jun and the fierce fire that were suppressed by the Tai Chi Diagram.
"How is it possible to suppress time in this realm? It is nothing more than suppressing the mind and making the opponent think that time is being suppressed."
"This magical weapon is quite impressive, but it is a pity that your method Too mediocre. "
As Lu Cheng and I merged into one, a dark red glow spread out from the statue of the Red Lord held by Lin Qingyue in the corner.
The divine blessing of Chixinguan Taoist Temple can elevate his "god" to a very high level.
Although we are not in Chixin Temple now, there is a statue of Chijun Divine Lord and Chijun’s divine power, so we can still use this place as Chijun’s temporary dojo.
Buzz buzz buzz.
Under the blessing of the unity of the sword master and myself, a dense red light spreads from the swords of Chunjun and Lihuo.
At this time in Lu Cheng, the entire Taoist community exuded a sense of majesty and the aura of an ancient swordsman who would fight for the rest of his life and remain undefeated in a hundred battles.
The sword is gaining momentum!
For this sword-doing stunt, the stronger the sword master is and the stronger the sword intention, the more powerful the skill will be.
It is not only the power that Lu Cheng has shown all along, but Lu Cheng's current cultivation and abilities limit the performance of this unique skill.
Stab it.
The sound was like cracked silk.
The sword light of the two swords actually tore apart the Taiji light pattern illuminated by the third-level magic weapon Taichi crystal. Fang Yanling did not expect this at all. He was still preparing for the next powerful spell. Here For a moment, he was dodging the sword light of the two swords that had already stopped, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
But he had to hide. The body of the foundation-building monk was not much stronger than that of the Qi-training monk, and he could not block the blow of the flying sword.
The body spun sharply in the air, firing out several streams of mana, forcing the two swords to attack.
But this time, Fang Yanling discovered that the two sword lights were more than twice as dynamic as when they fought before!
Because Lu Cheng without the blessing of Chijun's divine power has no divine consciousness, and there is no "god" on the flying sword. At this moment, the young Taoist consumes the few remaining divine powers to bless himself with divine consciousness. It can be said that now In addition to the lack of mana and magic weapons, Lu Cheng only has the spiritual consciousness and swordsmanship at the Foundation Establishment level.
The sword light changes, killing ghosts and gods!
Lin Qingyue on the side was dumbfounded when she saw this scene. Not to mention that Lin Qingyue had seen it before, she had never heard of a Qi-training monk who could cross a large realm with only swordsmanship. Suppressing a late-stage foundation-building monk head-on.
Lin Qingyue stared at the battle, her originally pale face getting redder and redder. My legs tightened subconsciously, not daring to take a breath.
The swords of Chunjun and Liehuo are connected together. At this moment, they are like a rope that binds an immortal. They are tenacious and continuous, forcibly trapping Fang Yanling bit by bit.
Lucheng's sword skills are erratic, fast, strange and unpredictable, and the sword light changes in twists and turns, making it difficult to block and prevent. Fang Yanling lost a first move and was unable to get it back.
Because under the momentum of the sword at this moment, his movements seemed to be delayed for a moment from time to time. He only felt that a red blazing knife was being pressed into his head bit by bit, cutting and sawing his spirit bit by bit.
“Bringing Sun Order!”
Knowing that there was not much divine power left in the statue of the Red Heart Lord, Lu Cheng needed a killing blow from Dingding. Otherwise, if it goes on for a long time, you will definitely be the one who dies in the end.
A three-inch vermilion jade tablet fell into his hand, and he injected his own magic power into it. Then, an incandescent brilliance suddenly shot out, and the blazing light enveloped Fang Yanling.
Fang Yanling, who was being chased by the twin swords of Chunjun and Lihuo, did not touch the ground with his feet and spun around. In the middle of his busy schedule, he swung the human-headed poison staff in his hand and shot out the green flames.
boom.
The power of the two flames offset each other, and Fang Yanling even suffered some losses. But it didn't matter. Lu Cheng suppressed him with dozens of sword moves and charged up one blow to achieve this effect. Fang Yanling used his busy schedule to counterattack with his staff. The result was almost a draw. The longer Lu Cheng was dragged on, the more he died.
However, during this process, the old Taoist fan Yanling saw the young Taoist, gritting his teeth and sneering, ferocious!
"What is he laughing at? Why is he laughing?"
The attacks from both sides were indeed offset, but Lu Cheng also successfully bullied Fang Yanling, and the Foundation Establishment monks had a certain amount of body protection. Mana, but it can't withstand the full blow of the monk in the late stage of Qi training. Similarly, it can't block the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu under normal circumstances.
"Monk from Southern Xinjiang, who doesn't raise some insects? Go, fat baby, bite him to death!"
With a snap of your fingers, a pale golden Gu insect with ferocious spikes all over its body pounced. Jump to Fang Yanling's body.
Old Taoist, you can almost see the densely packed sharp teeth in its mouth.
“Ahhhh!”
Suddenly, with Lao Taoist Fang Yanling’s body as the center, a surging translucent air wave spread out. Although it was almost invisible, this The mass of the moment is almost like steel falling.
The twin swords of Chunjun and Liehuo were sent flying with a clanging sound.
The Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu suddenly turned into a golden light and fell back on Lu Cheng.
Including Lu Cheng, the whole person was forced to retreat by the powerful burst of magic power.
"Lost!?"
In the corner of the stone room, Lin Qingyue, who was so nervous that she almost didn't dare to breathe, had such a thought in her mind.
I thought I could turn defeat into victory, but I didn't expect that I still lost in the end. This is the path of an immortal cultivator. Thousands of spells and magical powers are ultimately difficult to achieve as the Taoist practice increases and the magic power reaches the mystic.
However, the young Taoist who was shaken and flew backwards, Lu Cheng’s eyes were still calm:
“The heart is like still water, and the mirror is like a flower in the mirror!”
In At this moment, under the suppression of the mind, there are no thoughts of joy, sorrow, fear, etc.
“You are not the first Foundation Establishment monk I have killed, and you will not be the last. I know what the upper limit of a late Foundation Establishment monk’s mana is, I’ve known it from the beginning! ”
While his body was flying upside down, Lu Cheng pressed down on the Chunjun Feijian beside him with one hand, and their spiritual consciousness, magic, and energy were connected with each other.
The next moment, Chunjun Feijian flew back in a sharp turn, regained control, and quickly flew back to Lu Cheng's hand.
At this moment, the sword and the person almost become one with each other.
"After the mana explodes like this, you can no longer resist, so, die!"
The pulse-breaking sword energy in the body is operating at this moment with a force that can break the sky, swift and fierce, almost No longer caring about the sword master's life or death, powerful meridians such as Lu Cheng's natal god, Qi Hai, began to be damaged and cracked.
But it also brought great power, causing Lu Cheng to hold the pure Jun sword, which almost turned into a golden sword light, and slashed vertically towards the old Taoist Fang Yanling who was empty of mana after the explosion.
"Let's die together!"
Fang Yanling almost squeezed out the remaining mana that he could muster in his body at this time, injected it into the human head poison staff, and shot out the green flames.
Bang.
The Chunjun sword slashed at Lao Dao, and the green flame fell on Lu Cheng's shoulder.
After the young Taoist slashed his sword, he slashed it down diagonally.
But Fang Yanling's whole body suddenly turned into a gray cloud in mid-air. He was not dead, but flew away quickly to escape.
Long before, Lin Qingyue had already pointed the statue of the Red Heart God at Fang Yanling in accordance with Lu Cheng's request, but it was of no use. The last of the thunder and fire power in the statue of the Red Heart God was almost exhausted. When it was finished, it fell to the ground, and Lu Cheng's face suddenly showed a flickering change.
It wasn't until Lu Cheng pressed it lightly with his palm that the face stabilized again.
“Even the divine power to maintain the illusion is almost not enough, so there is no point in using the last bit of divine power.”
A moment later, in the quiet stone room, Lin Qingyue and Lu Cheng each supported their bodies, managed to walk towards each other, and then bumped into each other. They held hands, and then looked at the top of the stone room together, gasping and laughing.
I was about to die just now.
Now he is not dead.
The joy of life was extremely strong at this moment, so even though they knew they shouldn't laugh, the two of them just couldn't stop laughing.
For a long time, Lin Qingyue suddenly turned over, lying on Lu Cheng's body, biting his ear and whispered:
"Lang Jun, please take Qingyue. When I don't want to die, I haven't given myself to you yet."
Hearing this, Lu Cheng was stunned, then lowered his head and stared into Lin Qingyue's eyes. With an unrivaled appearance, after life and death, animality overwhelms everything else.
On the other side, Fang Yanling, who was seriously injured and almost relied on his protective robe to save his life, was taking medicine, meditating and practicing Qi to recover from his injuries.
I felt that my heart was filled with shame and hatred, almost destroying my reason like a violent wave.
At this moment, he almost felt that he could give up the treasure left by the seniors here, as long as he killed the two juniors just now, and killed them to wash away the shame.
Lin Chuanli led the Yuan family father and daughter towards the main tomb with great difficulty. During the process, they also encountered the remaining three Fang family monks, but fortunately they won in the end.
The three of them were originally unable to escape as fast as Lu Cheng and Lin Qingyue, who had special magical weapons. Fang Yanling, who had profound magical powers, was left far behind.
But because he was being hunted, Lu Cheng carried Lin Qingyue on his back and no longer headed towards the main tomb. Fang Yanling was chasing the two of them, so of course he had to follow, so in the end it was the three of them instead. Closest to the main burial chamber.
But the further down you go, the more numerous the ghosts and ghost cultivators are. With the three of them's magical power, the journey is really dangerous and difficult at every step.
I don’t know if it’s because of the dual cultivation skills that Lu Cheng remembered, or because when a man is tired and tired, he will get better soon if a girl he likes gently caresss him, or it’s both reasons. And there is.
Anyway, after some lingering, Lu Cheng ran away again with Lin Qingyue on his back.
Both the mental state and the mana state in the body recovered quickly, so much so that Lin Qingyue lay behind Lu Cheng and guessed suspiciously:
“Why are you so energetic now? "Tell me, are you lying to me?"
"What are you lying to?"
"Lie to me... I hate it." Lin Qingyue's face turned red with embarrassment. He hit Lu Cheng lightly, and then continued to ask impatiently.
"Are you lying to me?"
"Yes."
"Are you lying to me?"
"Yes."
"You How could this be possible? I like you so much and you lied to me.”
"Hahahahahaha..."
The laughter and laughter with Lin Qingyue returned. At this time, Lu Cheng was still trying his best to find the place of life. Although the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu had been exposed, although the statue of the Red Heart God was inside There is almost no divine power left.
Although the foundation of the monks in the later stage of foundation building with Fang Yanling will soon recover, Lu Cheng is still trying his best to find a place for survival.
This is Lu Cheng's sword cultivation heart. He will make mistakes, be depressed, and lose, but he will never lose the courage to find hope and struggle to win.
(End of this chapter)