MTL - Immortal Mansion Longevity-Chapter 730 Ancient Lingbao

  Chapter 730 Ancient Spirit Treasure

  In the consciousness of all the monks, the aura of heaven and earth in a radius of a hundred miles or even further away was chaotic and uncontrollable at this moment, and it became extremely strange.

  As if under the influence of some inexplicable force, the aura of heaven and earth gathered in four directions, and even Zhenjun Yuanying couldn't even think of mobilizing it.

  In this case, if you cast spells and supernatural powers, because the aura is affected, the power will drop by several percent compared to the normal period.

  The cultivators who transformed the gods took action, causing the aura of the world to fluctuate in a large range, and a huge aura storm formed in the blink of an eye, which seriously affected the operation of the mana of the low-level monks.

  The closer you are to the cultivator, the stronger this influence will be.

   "嗖嗖~"

  Looking around, many aggressive spirit ships of the Qianting coalition forces staggered and fell to the ground, and even the third- and fourth-tier high-level spirit ships were affected.

  The rapid formation of the spiritual energy storm, and even the spiritual power operating in an orderly manner inside the spirit ship, have been slightly or severely affected.

   "The only one who can deal with the cultivator of the gods is the monk of the gods!"

  Flashing this thought, Liu Yu looked back.

  I saw around the golden Yuanshen about a thousand feet away, suddenly dazzling auras of various colors appeared, one purple, one blue, one yellow, and the auras of three colors shone extremely brightly.

   In the blink of an eye, it swelled to about a thousand feet, and surrounded the Kowloon God Lord in a combined attack.

  At the same time, a series of three Spiritual Auras of the Transformation God level swept away like autumn leaves, which greatly increased the pressure on the cultivators under the Transformation God.

  In the night sky, the primordial spirits around four thousand feet away confront each other.

   Around, the spirit ship that was waiting in full battle was swaying, and the monks on it didn't dare to breathe, but at this moment it was completely reduced to a foil.

   The structure of the world of cultivating immortals is ultimately determined by high-ranking monks.

  Even though the Zixia Mountains are at an absolute disadvantage in terms of Qi refining, foundation building, Jindan, and Yuanying, as long as the Nine Dragon Gods can withstand the pressure of Qiantinghuashen, this holy land of casual cultivation can still continue.

  No matter how many monks there are in the lower realm, it is just a number.

  Many changes on the battlefield are actually just a matter of one or two breaths. Things have reached this point, and all words seem pale and powerless.

  After all, I still have to see the real chapter under my hand!

   "Boom!!"

  The next moment, a roar that seemed to shake the world suddenly came from behind.

  In Liu Yu's sight, the four primordial lights of gold, purple, blue and yellow suddenly became extremely dazzling.

  Under these four kinds of light, everything between heaven and earth is eclipsed.

   "Ugh~!"

  The next moment, Liu Yu couldn't help but groaned in pain, and there was a burning pain in his eyes.

  The realm of transforming gods is still too high for him now, and it is extremely difficult just to watch.

  In the space, the ubiquitous terrifying power easily tore the spreading divine consciousness into pieces, and the primordial spirit also felt a tingling pain.

  The four-color auras radiate and radiate each other, so that the monks under the Nascent Soul are not even completely aware of how the four transformation gods are fighting.

  Even for Liu Yu today, it is extremely difficult to watch.

  But the next moment, a crimson aura lit up in his eyes, and he used the supernatural power "Eye of the Stars" to peek forcibly.

   It is rare to see a battle at the level of a **** in a thousand years. Since you can't leave immediately, you can't easily miss it.

  In the line of sight of the eyes of the supernatural powers and stars, part of the extremely dazzling four-color aura finally disappeared, making Liu Yu barely see part of the situation clearly.

  Different from imagination, in the fierce battle between the four gods and gods, the magical powers did not cost tens of hundreds of feet, but only a few feet.

  A large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth is gathered in the magical powers that are several feet long. Even if the spiritual sense cannot be sensed, Liu Yu can still imagine the terrifying power contained in it.

   To deal with "miscellaneous fish", the higher the natural efficiency, the better, and it is most suitable to open and close the magical powers.

   But in fierce battles at the same level, it is necessary to ensure the power of each spell. Naturally, the more compact the body, the smaller the better, so that every power will not be wasted.

   "Boom"

  Deep cracks appeared on the ground, and the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth was extremely chaotic.

  Even the surrounding space, under the terrifying power of the transformation **** level, there are space ripples appearing one after another.

   From time to time, large or small space cracks appear, but in the blink of an eye, the pitch-black space cracks disappear quickly.

   In just one breath, the Zixia Mountains were already devastated, no longer looking like a super-large gathering place for immortal cultivators, but like ruins.

  In fierce battles, often an inconspicuous aftermath can easily smash hundreds of feet high mountains.

   Others don’t know exactly how the four gods fought fiercely, but judging from the earth-shaking changes in the Zixia Mountains, it is completely conceivable how terrifying the battle for the existence of Huashen is.

   "Besieged by three people of the same rank, although the Kowloon God Lord is at an absolute disadvantage, it seems that he is not in danger of being defeated and killed?"

   "Being able to cultivate from a casual cultivator to the realm of transforming gods, perhaps both Qianting and Holy Land have underestimated this legendary monk."

  Barely observing part of the situation, Liu Yu flashed various thoughts.

  In his line of sight, the golden primordial spirit representing the God of Nine Dragons, although clumsy from left to right under the siege, still stands tenaciously, and has no tendency to be defeated and die at all.

  Even though there is a gap in cultivation and being besieged by three people of the same level, as long as the Kowloon God Lord wants to retreat, he still looks like he can leave at any time.

  The existence of the realm of transforming gods can already tear apart the space at will and carry out real teleportation.

   Facing the teleportation that tears apart the space, most of the formations have lost their effect.

   "The higher the level of cultivating immortals, the more life-saving means monks have, and the harder it is to be killed."

   "Jiulong Shenjun, as a loose cultivator, has gone through many hardships before becoming famous, and there must be many ways to save his life."

   "This point, Qianting Holy Land will not ignore it. Maybe it is just a test right now, and the real hole card is yet to come."

  Resisting the strong tingling sensation in his eyes, Liu Yu didn't blink a single eye, unwilling to miss any highlights, and various nods flashed in his heart.

   Judging from the situation in Qianting Holy Land, this operation is obviously not a temporary intention, but a long-planned operation, and it must be fully prepared.

  The only ones who can deal with cultivators of the same realm exist, but it is easy to repel them, but difficult to kill them.

  Excluding all possibilities, the possible means of Qianting Holy Land are just around the corner.

   "Lingbao!"

  Thinking of this word, Liu Yu's heart trembled, and the sense of crisis was unprecedentedly strong.

  He has inquired about it in detail. Back then, the Huofeng clan used the momentum of the "Nirvana Sea of ​​Fire", a wonder of heaven and earth, to truly cover a continent.

  Using the transformation of the gods to activate the spirit treasure, even if it is just a ray of aftermath of the attack, such as Liu Yu, a Jindan cultivator, may be in danger of life!

  For Lingbao, it may be common for the attack range to cover tens of miles at every turn.

   "We can't delay any longer. If we continue to stay here, the danger will become greater and greater."

   "Maybe using Lingbao's fighting skills, with my current cultivation level, I don't even have the qualifications to watch the battle."

   Realizing that the Holy Land of Qianting might use Lingbao, Liu Yu was startled, and his spiritual sense quickly swept around.

   At this time, the three of them will leave the range of the coalition fleet, but they are still within its radiation range.

   Fortunately, the fierce battle between the four gods has already firmly attracted the attention of most monks, and leaving at this time should only attract much attention.

   After all, he is only a Golden Core cultivator, no matter which camp he is placed in, he is not very eye-catching.

  Thinking about this, Liu Yu decided to act immediately.

  His lips squirmed, and sent out a sound transmission of spiritual consciousness to Zhuo Mengzhen, and then the invisible power of spiritual consciousness gathered between the eyebrows, compressed and condensed into an invisible needle in a special way.

   "Shocking Thorn"

  Liu Yu's eyes flashed, and a shocking thorn as thick as a cow's hair was shot out, covering a distance of more than ten miles in an instant, and instantly hitting the Qianting Golden Pill blocking the way.

   "Uh~!"

   This Qianting Jindan only had time to let out a short scream, and then lost consciousness the next moment.

  Although his vestment has the effect of defending against the attack of spiritual consciousness, but with the strength of Liu Yu's current consciousness, when he casts the "scaring stab", the power is not what it used to be, and it directly penetrates the defense of the vestment and sinks into his head.

  Has already reached one hundred and sixty miles of consciousness, I dare not say that it is comparable to the early stage of Yuanying, but it is also much higher than the peak of the normal golden core.

   And Zhuo Mengzhen also cooperated tacitly after receiving the sound transmission, changed his previous defensive posture, and controlled his natal magic weapon to take the initiative to attack.

   "咻咻~"

  Under the full urging of this woman, the pink mysterious Yin-Yang Needle has a strong aura, and its power cannot be underestimated compared to ordinary Jindan. When the Qianting Jindan loses consciousness and its defense is greatly reduced, it takes the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.

   "Ding Ding Ding~"

   Within two seconds, a dense roar rang through my ears.

  Just when Qianting Jindan's eyelids were trembling and he was about to wake up, the Xuanmiao Yinyang Needle finally broke through the defense of his vestment.

   "噗~"

   Immediately, it pierced through its head, causing it to burst like a watermelon.

   "Puff ~"

   Zhuo Mengzhen's eyes flashed fiercely, and he continued to control the movement of the Xuanmiao Yin-Yang Needle, tearing the body of this Qianting cultivator apart, and turning him into powder together with the golden core.

  Finally, return with only storage ring.

   "Hoo~"

  Seeing that the person blocking the way was finally dealt with, Zhuo Meng felt relieved.

  But she knew that the time was urgent, and before the talisman returned to check the loot, she kept making moves with both hands, controlling the cyan flying boat and continuing to fly far away.

   Race against time and fly away from the Zixia Mountains that have turned into battlefields.

"good."

   "The greater the gap between the primordial spirit, the better the effect of the means of spiritual consciousness."

   "Although in the middle domain, the monks who have cultivated to the peak of the Golden Core have more or less some means of defending against the attack of the divine sense, the "shocking stab" is no longer a strange move."

   "But as long as the gap between the primordial spirit is large enough, it can still play a decisive role. It is best to deal with some ordinary monks."

   "The most important thing is that the attack of the consciousness has the least fluctuation and is sufficiently secretive."

  On the cyan flying boat, Liu Yu nodded slightly in satisfaction when he saw that the shocking stab really had the final effect.

  Although the fighting skills at the level of transforming gods are wonderful, but realizing that there may be a spirit treasure appearing on the stage, he no longer has the intention to watch the battle, and secretly urges Zhuo Mengzhen to speed up his escape.

   But just as Liu Yu was thinking, a kind of power that made his body tremble involuntarily, even at a distance of one or two hundred miles, suddenly appeared from the direction of Zixia Mountains!

   "This is Lingbao!"

  Liu Yu's heart shook, bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked back in horror.

  On the top of the Zixia Mountains, a phantom of a big tripod appeared at some point.

  The whole body of the big tripod phantom is a simple blue color, and many meaningful patterns are engraved in its peak, such as the ancient ancestors who fought against thousands of peoples, and the splendor and glory of the ancient heaven were written on it.

  At first glance, the patterns on it seem to come alive, and those scenes that have become history seem to be vividly remembered at this moment.

  There are many similarities between this tripod and the first spiritual treasure "Jiuzhou Ding", perhaps there are many references when refining it.

   But in comparison, it still lacks a bit of unclear taste.

   "Lingbao—Shenzhou Ding."

  The moment Liu Yu saw the blue cauldron, the name of this treasure instantly appeared in Liu Yu's mind.

  After the Great War of the Ancients, many spirit treasures disappeared, including the first spirit treasure "Jiuzhou Ding".

   Losing the most powerful spirit treasure, Heavenly Court is eager to find a substitute to deter the inside and outside, and the plan to refine the spirit treasure is launched again.

  But how can the refining of Lingbao be taken lightly?

  Not only do you need all kinds of precious resources, but you also need "miracles" to give birth to "spirituality", which involves some kind of luck.

  Even with the energy of the ancient heavenly court, attempts have failed one after another, the only exception is the "Shenzhou Ding", which can be regarded as a substitute for the "Jiuzhou Ding".

  With the collapse of heaven and the change of celestial dynasties, this treasure is now in the hands of the Daqian royal family.

  The phantom of the Shenzhou cauldron seems infinitely large, and even the primordial spirit with the existence of the four transformed gods seems a bit small in comparison.

  It covers the entire Zixia Mountains, as if representing the will of heaven and earth, and is the supreme "heaven".

  Whether it is a spirit ship of tens of feet or the monks standing on it, in front of the phantom of the Lingbao Shenzhou Cauldron, they are all as insignificant as dust.

  Liu Yu has no doubt that as long as Qianting Huashen has an idea, a full blow from the Shenzhou cauldron is enough to kill more than 99% of the living beings within a thousand miles of Zixia Mountains, except for the Kaihuashen monks.

  Perhaps in the case of not being specifically targeted, the outstanding ones among the Yuanying Zhenjun can survive a single blow by luck.

   Escape! escape! escape!

  Lingbao appeared, realizing that a battle of extremes might break out, Liu Yu's expression changed instantly, and he no longer cared about hiding his strength.

  His storage ring had a flash of inspiration, and the ancient treasure "Purple Electric Cloak" appeared on his back, and the body-refining and qi-refining mana in his body were surging endlessly, running at the fastest speed.

   "嗖嗖~"

  Gripping Zhuo Mengzhen in one hand and Zhang Yi in the other, Liu Yudun was at full speed.

   In just one breath, he escaped fifty miles away.

  But tens of miles later, that supreme power has not weakened at all, and it still weighs on my heart like a huge boulder.

   "I hope it doesn't affect myself."

  Liu Yu's complexion was extremely ugly, and various thoughts flashed in his mind, without any sense of security.

  At the beginning, the Huofeng tribe used the spectacle "Nirvana Sea of ​​Fire" to turn the entire Lingzhou into scorched earth.

  He wanted to get out of Lingbao's attack range, tens of miles was not enough to see, and he might have to run for several hours to be safe.

  Flying away, Liu Yu still couldn't help but look back.

  I saw that the ghostly shadow of the Shenzhou Ding covering the entire Zixia Mountains moved, and seemed to be slowly falling down.

  Every inch that falls, the size shrinks.

  The supreme power became more condensed in the process of falling, and gradually reached an unfathomable situation.

  Its aura is firmly locked on the golden primordial spirit of the Kowloon God, so that there is no possibility of dodging.

   Under the cover of Lingbao's power, the space corresponding to the Zixia Mountains also became extremely solidified, making it impossible for the cultivator of Huashen to escape by tearing the space.

  The flame is still, the spell stops in place, and the monk remains motionless.

  As the space is blocked, the entire frontal battlefield seems to be frozen in time, and most monks can't even move a finger.

   Liu Yu looked back, as if seeing a lifelike picture.

  (end of this chapter)