In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 493: Magical Power? I Know a Little About It

Qu Man turned around and was about to rush over to chop off Wang Jixuan's head.

Taoist Wang shouted urgently: "Let me be a clear-headed ghost! I can tell you a secret!"

"Oh?"

The lame old Taoist raised his hand gently.

Qu Man stopped attacking and pointed the tip of the gun at Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan's face was pale, his breathing was heavy, and his soul was trembling. He indeed looked injured, but his eyes were stubborn and his gaze was extremely bright.

Wang Jixuan asked: "I want to know how you killed Bai Ling'er!"

"Bai Ling'er?"

The lame old Taoist sneered and continued to enjoy the moment of victory:

“It couldn’t be easier.

"Her cultivation method requires Yang Qi to replenish herself. She is a wandering immortal who has failed in her cultivation and is addicted to sex. I only need to show my true colors and she will pounce on me.

"This Bai Ling'er still wants to absorb my cultivation. How ridiculous! Even if I don't use any tricks, you can hardly be my opponent!"

Wang Jixuan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Aren't you afraid of being punished by the gods for doing this? Brother Mao said that you are obeying the orders of the Immortal Palace. There must be all kinds of powerful people in those Immortal Palaces. Even if you want to renew your fate as an immortal, can you escape?"

The lame old Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't bother with that."

"It's better than..."

Wang Jixuan wanted to continue to delay time and chat with this guy for a few more words;

Mao Mo was already cursing over there:

"Shameless! You are shameless, old thief Dou Qian! Scum! Killing us is fine, but you even want to refine the mortals in this world! There are tens of millions of people here! You! Damn it! I actually treated you as a friend!"

The lame Taoist said calmly: "Mao Mo, you are actually a good person."

He slowly raised his right hand, and a skull spun rapidly under his palm. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered here, and blood waves rolled in the outer sky-sealing formation.

The lame Taoist continued his victory speech:

"But you are still too stupid, without any ambition, lustful, drifting with the tide. What is the point of a person like you living in the fairy world?
"Is it just to use your fat to imprison some spiritual energy?"

Mao Mo's body was shaking: "I'm going to fucking fight you!"

The lame old Taoist suddenly swung his hand, and the skull shot out, growing bigger in the wind, and opened its mouth to spew out billowing black flames.

Mao Mo said he was going to fight, but in fact he pulled Liu Kang back violently.

It must be said that Mao Mo's next action saved his life.

At the moment of retreating, he did not forget to slap Wang Jixuan, using a little of his remaining strength to knock Wang Jixuan far away.

This fat immortal is quite loyal.

Wang Jixuan retreated, but before he could escape, Qu Man came at him with a gun.

Qu Man looked down on Wang Jixuan so much that she was too lazy to use the mana-saving fighting method of 'close combat with a spear'. She clenched her spear, injected mana into it, activated the layers of restrictions on the spear, and then threw it far away at Wang Jixuan.

Mao Mo also saw this scene.

The fat immortal could only sigh, take care of what was in front of him, and couldn't bear to look any further.

He is now in danger of death and is too far away from his brother Qin, so there is no way to rescue him.

Mao Mo took a deep breath of his original spiritual power, and a circle similar to a confinement appeared on his head. Golden light continued to burst out around him, and his figure began to fly up and down at a very fast speed.

The skull came in a mighty force;
Mao Mo risked his life and dragged Liu Kangfei away.

He and Liu Kang don't have much of a relationship, but in the current situation, if he can wait for Liu Kang to catch his breath, he can also play a role. The two of them, who are seriously injured, fighting two other immortals, is at least better than him fighting two immortals alone!

the other side……

Mao Mo couldn't see the other side.

Although Mahayana monks have a promising future, they are still just mortals now.

The difference between immortals and mortals is like a world of difference.

In short, Brother Qin is almost dead now.

Mao Mo quickly thought of a way to survive and tried his best to dodge the attacks from the lame Taoist priest.

At this moment, Liu Kang finally breathed a sigh of relief, pushed Mao Mo hard, and the two of them separated and dodged.

Mao Mo was overjoyed when he saw this: "Surround him from both sides! Kill him! I'll drag the skull with me!"

Liu Kang nodded immediately. Their Huanghua Temple was good at golden light magic. At this moment, they took out a golden mirror and were about to attack the lame old Taoist priest.

suddenly;

The lame old Taoist's lips opened and closed, and a shadow whispered something in Liu Kang's ear.

Liu Kang's eyes widened, and he shouted loudly, rushing towards the lame Taoist priest regardless of everything, shouting:

"I'll tear you apart! Don't you dare say anything!"

"Don't get close to him!"

Mao Mo shouted anxiously, but was half a step too late.

The black flames of the skull in front of Mao Mo surged, blocking Mao Mo's possibility of moving forward to provide support;
The lame old Taoist sneered, and more than ten streams of light flashed around him. Taking advantage of Liu Kang's unconsciousness, the rolling black air directly submerged Liu Kang!
"It's over!"

Mao Mo stamped his feet in anxiety.

He turned around to flee, but hesitated. He wanted to go back and try to save Liu Kang. He happened to see Liu Kang being washed by black air. The lame old Taoist dug open Liu Kang's chest with a long sword and grabbed Liu Kang's soul with one hand...

The lame old Taoist opened his mouth and was about to swallow the little soul.

There was fear in Mao Mo's eyes. He had rarely seen such a situation in the fairy world.

The lame Taoist priest deliberately slowed down his movements;
Mao Mo felt like he was suffering every second at this moment. The evil demon might dig out his soul and devour it in the next moment...

Whoosh!
A figure flew backwards and passed between the lame Taoist and Mao Mo.

They were both stunned.

Yes, even someone as cruel and ruthless as the lame Taoist priest showed obvious stagnation in his Taoism at this moment.

No!

The one that just flew by...

Seems to be a slender figure?

Mao Mo, the lame old Taoist priest, and Liu Kang's spirit figurine all turned their heads at the same time to look in the direction where the figure flew away.

Although they could see more clearly with their immortal sense, their body's subconscious reaction at this moment was to turn their heads to look at the female immortal who flew backwards hundreds of miles and crashed into a mountain.

That is……

Qu Man?!
Mao Mo opened his mouth and turned his head to look in the opposite direction, but found that there was no one there.

Next, the three immortals saw the most difficult scene they had ever encountered.

The male cultivator in the Mahayana stage who should have been easily killed by Qu Man and who was just lying on the cloud with a miserable look on his face, now had the upper hand!

Qin Zheng was surrounded by a rich golden light and transformed into a small Buddha. He jumped out from the ground and slapped out large golden palm prints with his palms.

Qu Man's magic power was sealed, and there were dozens of tiny sword marks on her body. At this moment, under the bombardment of the golden palm print, she continued to fall downwards with the mountain below constantly collapsing.

The armor on Qu Man's body was smashed to pieces;

Her long hair was torn off;
The waist was photographed folded directly in half;
Accompanied by a piercing voice saying "How dare a mere immortal to attack a Mahayana monk like me", the last slap condensed into a golden fist and smashed Qu Man's neck fiercely.

Immortal blood splattered.

The little golden man with golden light flowing around him slowly turned around, opened his mouth and swallowed a handful of pills, then raised his chin towards the lame old Taoist priest provocatively.

"I've taken your woman's soul, you old monster."

After saying that, Wang Jixuan casually took out a ring with wisps of fairy light rotating in it, and directly pulled out the soul of the fairy below and sealed it. Although Taoist Wang seemed to be fighting fiercely, he was actually just pretending.

The real means by which he could defeat the female fairy was by relying on the several fairy treasures in his hands, unexpected calculations, and a large number of crystal cores and spirit stones stored in a little storage magic weapon.

Qu Man lost because of carelessness.

After Wang Jixuan's battle with Fairy Linglong, his original body might not be able to fight a normal immortal who had just ascended to heaven for more than ten moves due to the huge difference in the quality and quantity of his mana.
But facing these small immortals who have essentially failed in their cultivation and are just trying to live longer, he has a 30-70 chance of winning in a head-on battle.

The immortal spirit in his body is even more than Qu Man's.

However, what Wang Jixuan did did shock the Lame Taoist and Mao Mo.

Although he was shocked, the crippled Taoist's cruelty was fully revealed in the next moment.

The Taoist grabbed the little soul and swallowed it in one gulp, chewing it a few times vigorously!

His body suddenly swelled up, and two wings made of gray air appeared behind him.

He growled, "Who the hell are you?"

"I will never change my name, Qin Zheng!"

Wang Jixuan lied loudly:

"Brother Mao, if we join forces, we can definitely defeat him!"

Mao Mo retreated quickly, madly throwing out all kinds of magic weapons in his hands, and yelled: "Fight for our lives! As long as we break through this formation, we can send a letter to the fairyland!"

"ridiculous!"

The bloated lame Taoist roared and rushed forward.

A series of afterimages appeared in the air.

The ferocious demon clenched his fists fiercely, and dozens of swords flew out from behind him, shooting at Mao Mo and Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan chuckled, his body like duckweed, as if drifting in the world.

A mysterious and pure sword intent slowly spread out between heaven and earth!

Mao Mo threw his magic weapon backwards while running away.

Then, Mao Mo discovered...

The translucent sword in Wang Jixuan's hand turned out to be a magical treasure!
And it is a top-grade fairy treasure!
Mao Mo has been around for so many years, but he only has one or two low-grade magical treasures to protect himself.

The sword intent swept across, and the sword light bombarded!
There was a flash of light and shadow in the formation, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth came and went in a mighty way. The formation within a thousand miles was covered by dark clouds, and heavy rain fell everywhere with thunder and lightning.

Although Wang Jixuan's magic power is not superior, Qingping's sword power is really powerful. He can control his own rhythm by using the weak to defeat the strong.

The lame Taoist released thousands of black air, but all of them were blocked back by Wang Jixuan's sword.

One side is like a black torrent;
One side is like a green dam;
A fierce collision between heaven and earth!

All the black energy cannot cross the line even a single step!

Of course, this was also thanks to Mao Mo who kept bombarding the Pojiao Taoist with all kinds of magic weapons.

Mao Mo blushed a little.

This guy is an unskilled immortal who has good relationships with people but is weak in fighting skills. In the immortal world, he lacks a Taoist body. His offensive at this moment depends entirely on magic weapons, and he can only hide behind Wang Jixuan.

Taoist Wang was calculating in his mind.

He was calculating the time when his alien soul puppet and mechanical array would arrive.

When Mudan's voice came through the headphones, she said, "Almost done, boss."

Wang Jixuan's feet slipped, as if the magic power in his body was running out, the sword intent was interrupted, the sword light dissipated, and the black gas in front of him that he had been blocking exploded forward.

He and Mao Mo were unable to dodge and were directly overwhelmed by the black air, with their bodies shot backwards.

The lame Taoist priest was unyielding and condensed black energy into thousands of fist shadows, bombarding Wang Jixuan and Mao Mo wildly, trying to win by force!

Wang Jixuan shouted loudly and Mao Mo screamed in pain.

boom!
The two men's bodies slammed heavily into the light wall of the formation.

The lame Taoist's attack finally stopped. He looked at the two men with a sinister smile, and the black and gray aura surrounding his body became increasingly dense.

Wang Jixuan supported Mao Mo and whispered, "Brother... this guy is quite fierce..."

"Damn it! You are the fierce one, brother! Are you really not an immortal? Are you really a Mahayana?"

“It’s a little chance.”

Wang Jixuan's Adam's apple swayed up and down:
"There's no time to say more. I have a secret method that can lend you some of your magic power. With my sword power and the sword in my hand, I may be able to fight him."

Mao Mo said anxiously: "What are you waiting for! Hurry up and do it!"

"This secret method..."

"You are dead!"

The lame Taoist rushed over.

Wang Jixuan dragged Mao Mo back to the left, and a pair of wings made of light appeared behind him.

Psychic circuit!

Wang Jixuan said quickly: "This secret method is actually something similar to a master-servant contract. I need to plant a mark on your soul!"

"Grow!" Mao Mo nodded decisively, "Being able to survive is better than anything else! Hurry up! Stop nagging!"

Wang Jixuan sighed apologetically in his heart.

He can't help it.

If he doesn't do this, he will kill Mao Mo himself.

After all, his secret cannot be known by others, let alone be noticed directly by the Heavenly Dao.

Wang Jixuan took a deep breath and quickly made hand seals: "Brother, let go of your soul!"

Mao Mo put his hands together, golden light burst out from his forehead, and the little soul figure squeezed out from his forehead, and a small sword spewed out of Wang Jixuan's mouth, and the small sword directly pierced through Mao Mo's soul forehead.

Mao Mo shivered a few times.

The black gas from behind condensed into a bloody rain!
Wang Jixuan's escape speed suddenly increased. He grabbed Mao Mo's neck with his right hand and flew backwards with the fat immortal, crashing straight into the light wall of the formation.

Mao Mo cried out, "This is a formation..."

Suddenly a shadow appeared outside!

The picture slows down again.

The light wall of the formation began to curve, covered with spider-web-like cracks, and exploded and collapsed inward. Behind it was a black fist as big as a millstone!
Wang Jixuan's real body dragged Mao Mo and flew past the pitch-black fist. The body that belonged to the pitch-black fist slowly raised its head and an astonishing momentum burst out.

The sky and the earth became darker.

The rolling demonic energy within the formation seemed to have calmed down a lot in an instant.

The dragon python's alien soul and the puppet's true body.

After thousands of quenchings and hundreds of refinements, today I become a saint!
Wang Jixuan's real body pointed a finger at Mao Mo.

Mao Mo couldn't resist his words.

"Don't notify the Immortal Realm. Go to the side and watch the battle immediately. Don't release any information to the outside world. Use the barrier to cover this place as much as possible."

Mao Mo's Adam's apple trembled.

He found that although he was a little confused about the order given to him by his brother using the newly formed immortal contract, his body had already begun to carry out the order.

Then Mao Mo watched Wang Jixuan fly backwards and enter the second demon body that suddenly appeared.

The demon body expanded outwards and became five meters tall. The dark red muscles all over its body seemed to be breathing. An aura that was not inferior to that of a ninth-grade immortal slowly spread from the demon body. The cracked dragon scales on the demon body shone with a dark golden luster.

"Magic skills? I know a thing or two."

(End of this chapter)