Longevity starts with dual cultivation

Chapter 189 The Yuanying Ancestor Seeking His Own Death
Under the cover of night, thousands of Ling family monks quietly approached the Tianzhou fleet.

At the current distance, the other party should have noticed something, but the interior of the many ships was still silent, with not even a single cultivator coming out to check the situation.

Following the strategy of capturing the leader first, Ling Qiyue's primary target was the largest flagship located in the center of the fleet.

The remaining main elite forces of Haoyue Sect had all left at this time to attack the protective formation of the Ling family headquarters, and the remaining forces were quite limited.

When they got close to a certain distance, Ling Qiyue took out several talismans for breaking the ban and distributed them to the women around her.

After a few breaths, as a blazing cloud of light emerged, the multiple layers of defensive light curtains outside the flagship quietly collapsed, revealing the undefended hull.

"Okay, now!"

As Ling Qiyue spoke, she suddenly summoned the Fenghuo Panyun Bell.

As the bells rang rapidly, all kinds of magical powers and spells exploded like fireworks, smashing into the flagship's hull.

The huge flagship vibrated violently, and a dazzling golden light overflowed from within, easily blocking almost all attacks.

"...If I had known that you country bumpkins were coming, you should have all stayed here!"

An old and majestic voice sounded faintly.

"Nascent Soul?"

Fu Yinxue's face changed slightly. She had indeed felt the oppressive aura of Yuanying Zhenjun just now.

An atmosphere of fear immediately enveloped all the Ling family cultivators present. If the Yuanying Zhenjun of Haoyue Sect was indeed still alive and capable of taking action, this sneak attack would undoubtedly be a trap.

"Don't panic!"

Meng Feiyu, who had originally looked solemn, quickly calmed down: "The opponent's current state is not stable, most likely he is injured, it's just bluffing."

With her great experience in her previous life, it was not difficult for her to judge the other party's true state, so she immediately spoke out to clarify.

Ling Qiyue immediately understood what was going on, and she immediately controlled her magic flying sword. The blazing sword light that was dozens of feet long rolled down and cut in half the dozen cultivators who rushed out of the flagship, with blood all over the ground.

Suddenly, shouts of killing were heard everywhere, and many Ling family monks formed teams to attack, fighting endlessly with those Haoyue Sect monks who showed up.

On the surrounding Tianzhou ships, monks from the Haoyue Sect kept appearing and surrounded and killed the monks from the Ling family.

Ling Changqing's eyes were calm. He summoned his flying sword and pounced on the nearest cultivator from Haoyue Sect. Ling Zhiqing, Ling Yulu and other girls followed closely behind him.

The remaining forces of the Haoyue Sect are more than expected, but they are mostly cultivators in the foundation-building and Qi-training stages, and there are only a handful of fake elixir cultivators.

Amidst the heart-pounding roar, the front deck of the flagship suddenly split open. Amid the violent airflow, more than a dozen heavily-armored Taoist puppets that were several feet tall, pitch black and shrouded in golden light flew out and counterattacked aggressively.

Ling Qiyue snorted coldly, and amid the deafening sound of bells, streaks of blood-red lightning struck down, blocking the opponent's attack.

Amidst the shining light, twelve Taoist puppets that also had the strength of the third level rushed forward and fought fiercely with the opponent.

The two leading Taoist puppets were blocked by the rolling sword energy, and with the assistance of Ling Changqing and Fu Yinxue, their defenses were quickly broken, and they fell from the sky with flames and green smoke all over their bodies.

Ling Qiyue searched around with her cold eyes, and her powerful spiritual sense was fully activated. Soon she found several fake Dan monks hiding deep in the hull. It was they who were controlling the Taoist puppets to fight back.

As her mind moved slightly, the sharp sword energy poured down, blood and flesh flew wherever it passed, tearing through multiple layers of the ship's deck and heading straight for their hiding place.

Several fake elixir cultivators turned pale with fear. The several defensive spiritual weapons they activated in a hurry were all destroyed by the sword energy. They had no choice but to control the Taoist soldier puppets to return to defense, but it was too late.

In the melee, several heads covered in blood flew into the sky, their eyes still wide open, with an expression of unwillingness to close their eyes, and their broken bodies collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

In just a blink of an eye, more Haoyue Sect monks rushed out from the cabin and fought desperately. The light of various magical powers and spells illuminated the dark sky for a while.

By now, they all understood that their sect had no way out, and if they didn't want to be completely wiped out, they had no choice but to fight to the death.

Meng Feiyu was mixed in the middle of the attacking team, her beautiful eyes were cold and calm, she was holding a colorful and ancient-shaped zither in her arms, her slender hands were plucking the strings casually, and the sound of the zither, like the sound of nature, lingered in the space.

Any monk from Haoyue Sect who was targeted by her gaze would have his soul locked by the sound of the piano, and would feel dizzy, his magic power and energy would be disordered, and his fighting power would be greatly reduced.

This would give the Ling family cultivators enough opportunities to suppress the opponent and kill him in one fell swoop.

Ling Qiyue and Meng Feiyu were in control of the overall situation. If they encountered any cultivators in the late foundation building stage or those in the fake elixir stage, they would definitely kill them first to prevent too much casualties to the cultivators of the Ling family.

With three Jindan Zhenren in person, plus Ling Changqing, a strong man who was no less powerful than Jindan, the remaining forces of Haoyue Sect were soon at a complete disadvantage.

A moment later, accompanied by a hot and violent breath, a pitch-black battle axe and a slender and graceful sword suddenly appeared, blocking Ling Qiuyue's flying sword attack.

The two True Dan monks who were less seriously injured finally couldn't hold back any longer and emerged from the cabin to provide support, followed by a dozen or so Fake Dan monks with trembling looks on their faces.

Ling Qiyue was a little surprised, but didn't care much. She controlled the nine-headed Taoist puppet with intact combat power to attack, while Meng Feiyu assisted in the attack from behind.

At this time, Fu Yinxue was wearing a heavy armor that shone with bright light, and holding a dark gilded coiled dragon stick in his hand. His beautiful eyes were full of murderous intent, and he moved freely in the crowd, invincible. Wherever he passed, the sound of thunder roared, and many monks were beaten to death, breaking their bones and screaming in pain.

The dying counterattacks of the Haoyue Sect monks fell on her one after another, but had little effect on her. Ordinary magical powers, spells, spiritual weapons and magic weapon-level attacks could not even break her defense.

In fact, before Fu Yinxue became his Taoist partner, even Ling Changqing didn't know that she was taking the path of physical cultivation. After all, he had never seen her take action before.

In the fierce melee, Ling Changqing, Ling Yulu, Ling Zhiqing and other girls fought freely, controlling their top-grade spiritual flying swords to roam the battlefield, mainly targeting those ordinary foundation-building cultivators.

Before long, more than twenty Qi-cultivating and foundation-building cultivators died at the hands of Ling Changqing.

"…We don't have much time left, we have to hurry!"

Ling Yulu said nervously.

She was sure that it wouldn't be long before the Haoyue Sect monks who were attacking the family headquarters would receive the news and rush back to provide support, so both sides were now racing against time.

At this time, Ling Changqing was wondering what the previous Nascent Soul ancestor was doing?
Even if they can't take any action, will they still make desperate efforts?
After beheading another Foundation Establishment cultivator, Ling Changqing rushed into the cabin and ran into more than ten cultivators head-on.

At the other party's shout, all kinds of lightning, fire snakes, ice arrows, and poisonous vines came rushing over, making the defense of the Glazed Yellow Umbrella shaky.

Ling Changqing remained unmoved. He controlled the Blood Shadow Sword and fought back fiercely. The blood-colored sword lights swept across the sky, tearing through the opponent's defense and killing those monks who were unable to resist one by one.

This top-grade spiritual weapon, obtained from a cultivator from the Feng family in Yuzhou, did not disappoint him in terms of its attack power.

After a dozen breaths, under the opponent's intensive attack, the defensive light curtain of the Glazed Yellow Umbrella finally couldn't bear it and turned into countless light feathers that disintegrated.

The surviving monks on the opposite side saw the opportunity, and rushed forward with roars, attacking him desperately.

Several magical and spiritual flying swords slashed across Ling Changqing's shoulders, chest, and waist, but failed to leave any traces.

Then there was a series of lightning and fireballs, and ice arrows hit him, but they still failed to have any effect on Ling Changqing.

"Another physical cultivator?"

A fake Dan cultivator from the Haoyue Sect had an unpleasant expression on his face, and it looked like he was not an ordinary physical cultivator.

Either the opponent is already a Jindan Zhenren, or the physical cultivation technique he practices is of extremely high level, so he can ignore such intensive attacks.

Of course, he didn't know the reason. The "Dragon Elephant Brahma Buddha Sutra" that Ling Changqing practiced was a ground-grade technique, and he had already practiced it to the second level. This was definitely not something that ordinary foundation-building or false elixir cultivators could contend with.

Only real magic weapons or powerful third-level magical spells can threaten Ling Changqing, but it is not so easy to defeat him completely.

The fake Dan monk subconsciously looked behind him, hesitating whether to just leave. After all, the Haoyue Sect was now doomed, and if he lost his life, he would lose everything.

The handsome young man in black opposite had a stern look in his eyes. He approached slowly but actually quickly, controlling the blood-red flying sword to slash and cut in all directions, invincible.

A cultivator in the late foundation building stage came to block with four layers of thick defensive light curtains, but was easily cut by the blood-red sword light. The four layers of light curtains completely collapsed, and then the whole person was cut in half by the sword light.

This was naturally the power of the earth-grade martial art "True Explanation of the Sword Dao". When used in conjunction with the Blood Shadow Sword against the enemy, its lethality was so powerful that even the fake pill cultivator was frightened.

"Anyone who stands in my way...die!"

Ling Changqing had an indifferent expression, and the sword energy swept across the area, destroying everything in its path. There was no one left alive within a radius of ten feet.

The "Taiyin Yuehua Soul Refining Heart Sutra" and the "Langhuan Tianyuan Secret Canon", one is to strengthen the origin of the soul, and the other is to increase the upper limit of mana capacity. Combined with the power of the "Taixuan Cangming Soft Water Art", his current sustained combat power is unattainable even for ordinary Zhendan cultivators.

The fake elixir cultivator gritted his teeth, suddenly grabbed the two foundation-building cultivators behind him, raised his hands and threw them towards Ling Changqing, and his figure disappeared in the sudden burst of strong light.

Ling Changqing's eyes were calm, and he chopped the two scapegoats in half without hesitation. The incomplete bodies were thrown far away, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The remaining monks of Haoyue Sect were all frightened and no one dared to step forward.

"Ahem... they are all trash!"

Inside the cabin, an old and tired voice suddenly sounded.

"retreat!"

Ling Changqing suddenly felt the danger, and a bone-chilling chill rose from the depths of his soul.

At the same time, Ling Qiyue, Meng Feiyu and Fu Yinxue in the distance also noticed something was wrong and rushed over like crazy.

"Hehehe... I finally found a more suitable body to possess!"

Accompanied by creepy laughter, a dim and unclear human-shaped light and shadow descended without warning and rushed into Ling Changqing's body.

"...I never thought that a mere foundation-building cultivator would perform so well and have such great luck and fortune. You must have some great secret..."

The old voice continued to echo in Ling Changqing's body.

In the eyes of this severely injured and half-dead Nascent Soul ancestor, this beautiful young man in black who is full of vitality and has a good luck like a dragon is indeed a more ideal candidate for possession of another's body.

As long as he devoured the essence of his soul and spirit, he would be able to recover some of his strength and then kill all the Ling family cultivators in one fell swoop.

As long as I stay here and practice in peace in the future, not only will there be hope for the sect's revival, but my own cultivation may even be able to reach a higher level.

"Husband?!"

Ling Zhiqing, Ling Yulu and other girls not far away looked pale and wanted to rush over to rescue, but they didn't know where to start.

The figure clearly had the aura of a True Lord Yuanying, which was far beyond their capabilities.

At this moment, deep in Ling Changqing's sea of ​​consciousness, there was a completely different scene.

In the vast clouds, an old man who was over a hundred feet tall, with several fire pythons swirling around his body and a murderous aura was laughing loudly.

Opposite it, the figure manifested by Ling Changqing's soul was only a few feet tall, and the strength contrast between the two sides was obvious at a glance.

Even if a Yuanying Zhenjun suffered a serious injury, Ling Changqing would not be able to fight against him now.

However, there was no panic in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of sarcasm.

"Huh? Boy, you're not afraid of me?"

The old man soon realized that something was wrong and stared at him with a sinister look.

Ling Changqing smiled and said, "Why should I be afraid of supplements that are delivered to my door?"

"???"

The old man's expression froze, and before he could understand what was going on, a new change suddenly occurred.

A magnificent and splendid palace appeared above his head, and his surroundings were filled with a mysterious, lonely and lofty aura of Taoism.

The next moment, the main body of the Epoch Star Palace shone brightly and directly swallowed up the old man's figure.

"no, do not want……"

Faint cries of pain came from the depths of the Star Palace, mixed with intermittent pleas, and then everything died down.

"Humph, a broken Yuanying who is on the verge of exhaustion dares to be so arrogant?"

Gong Ling's soft voice filled with disdain sounded.

Ling Changqing asked: "How much benefit can this thing bring to you?"

"Not much actually. I just recovered a little bit."

Gong Ling said, "Master, you can also share some of the profits. What do you think of a hundred years of life?"

"Not bad."

Ling Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. This was better than his original expectations. After all, he was just a half-dead Yuanying Zhenjun.

Because he was on the battlefield, Ling Changqing did not communicate with her much, and his spiritual thoughts quickly withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness.

In fact, it didn't take long. From the time the residual soul of the Nascent Soul ancestor entered the body to the time it was swallowed and refined by the main body of the Epoch Star Palace, it only took a few breaths.

As soon as Ling Changqing opened his eyes, he saw Ling Qiyue and the other girls rushing in front of him and surrounding him with nervous looks.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Ling Changqing took the initiative to speak, his eyes were clear and his mind was bright, without any sign of injury.

Ling Qiyue felt relieved, frowned and asked, "It seemed to be the remnant soul of that Yuanying Zhenjun just now. He wanted to take over your husband's body, right?"

"Well, but I have an ancient and powerful weapon that can devour and refine him!"

Ling Changqing said frankly.

"That's good!"

Ling Qiyue and the other girls breathed a sigh of relief and truly put their minds at ease.

Deep inside the cabin, exhausted Jindan Zhenren Liu Chengbin fell to the ground powerlessly, and for a moment he could not believe his situation.

After battling wits and courage with that old fellow for so long, I originally thought that it would be only a matter of time before my soul was devoured by him and my body would be taken over successfully.

Little did he know that just now, the other party had gone crazy for some unknown reason, and his broken Nascent Soul suddenly left his body and ran to provoke the foreign Foundation Establishment cultivator.

(End of this chapter)