Dark Immortal Cultivation

Linfeng Pavilion is the place where Gu Changfeng, the master of Changfeng Society, cultivates.

It was also the residence of this late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, where his wives, concubines, and children lived!

Normally, ordinary disciples are not allowed to approach Linfeng Pavilion, and the most loyal members of the gang are responsible for guarding it.

Anyone who dares to trespass will be killed without mercy!

However, with the Changfeng Association's base now under full-scale invasion by the enemy, such rules are no longer applicable.

Therefore, Zhang Qing placed his last hope on this!

But after rushing a short distance, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly retreated.

As dark figures flew down from the rooftops, they all jumped down toward Linfeng Pavilion.

The enemy clearly understood the core of the Changfeng Society.

As long as we take Linfeng Pavilion and capture Gu Changfeng's wife and children, we'll have the battle in our grasp!

But Zhang Qing is now in an extremely awkward position.

With a ferocious tiger in front and a vicious wolf behind, he was trapped in an enemy encirclement, caught in a dilemma.

The sounds of shouting and fighting drew ever closer.

Suddenly, Zhang Qing felt a chill run down his spine and immediately slammed his head against a door next to him.

Bang!

He used all his strength to smash open the door and tumble inside.

boom!

Almost at the same moment, a large area of ​​blazing flames covered the spot where Zhang Qingyuan had been standing.

If he had been even a fraction of a second slower, he would have been instantly killed by the enemy's magic!

Zhang Qingteng, who had escaped into the room, leaped up and quickly scanned his surroundings, then succumbed to despair.

The room was small and could be seen clearly at a glance. Apart from a few pieces of furniture, there was nothing else.

There aren't even windows!

Although he narrowly escaped the enemy's attack, he was now trapped like a turtle in a jar!

"Oh!"

Zhang Qing couldn't help but give a bitter laugh.

But it was precisely because he was trapped in a desperate situation that the resentment in his heart was completely unleashed.

Zhang Qing suddenly turned to face the door, spread his arms to the left and right, slightly bent his ten fingers, and fully activated the true energy in his body.

With his magical power surging, his shirt fluttered without wind, and a huge ball of blazing fire condensed in front of each of his palms, with the aura of flame rising and churning!

Even if that's the case, Zhang Qing will drag a few people down with him!

The next moment, the one who was meant to be the scapegoat stormed in.

They ran right into Zhang Qing!

"what?"

The newcomer was a middle-aged cultivator, with a thin and long build and a sinister face. His triangular eyes darted around, revealing a hint of cunning and ruthlessness.

He was draped in a black robe, the surface of which shimmered with a faint spiritual light, and a gray cloud pattern was tattooed on his chest.

He held a whisk in his hand, and at first glance, he had a somewhat otherworldly and ethereal air about him.

This black-robed cultivator was the one who had just ambushed Zhang Qing.

He was originally a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator, and was considered quite powerful among the invading cultivators.

I thought I could easily take down Zhang Qing, a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator, with a casual strike.

Unexpectedly, the other party managed to escape, which made him very unhappy, so he chased after them.

Seeing that Zhang Qing was the only one in the room and had nowhere to escape, a hint of mockery flashed in the black-robed cultivator's eyes.

But he originally intended to play cat and mouse, wanting to torment this arrogant little cultivator.

But when he saw the two balls of blazing fire gathering in Zhang Qing's palm, his droopy eyelids twitched violently, a hint of surprise flashed in his triangular eyes, and a strange sense of unease suddenly rose in his heart.

The intense heat emanating from Zhang Qing's condensed flames actually made him feel a chill!

Before the black-robed cultivator could react, Zhang Qing suddenly swung his palm out, and two balls of blazing fire, already fully charged, shot towards him with a howling heat wave.

The two were extremely close, and the black-robed cultivator had no way to avoid it. He immediately flicked his wrist, and hundreds of snow-white hairs instantly spun out, like a fine net, steadily blocking in front of him.

Each strand of the hair was enveloped in a faint spiritual light, condensing the pure magical power of this Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator.

In fact, the black-robed cultivator was not truly panicked.

His cultivation level was already higher than Zhang Qing's, and he had already mastered the "Spiritual Light Protection Technique." At this moment, his entire body was enveloped in a faint spiritual light, the flowing light resembling a transparent shield.

As long as the spiritual light remains, there is no danger to be had and there is no need to fear the attack of a Qi Refining stage cultivator!

The reason he used the whisk was simply out of caution, and he didn't want his black robe to be stained by the young cultivator's magic.

The whisk in his hand was no ordinary object; it was a damaged magical artifact.

Although it has lost the original powerful energy of a magic weapon, its material is extraordinary. The silk is made from the silk of a thousand-year-old ice silkworm, which is not afraid of being cut by swords or slashed, nor is it afraid of being burned by water or fire. It is enough to withstand the spell attacks of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators.

It was more than enough to withstand the blazing fire unleashed by Zhang Qing.

boom!

The ball of blazing fire collided with the silken threads in an instant, and a deafening explosion resounded in the small room.

The black-robed cultivator shuddered, his blood surging, and he involuntarily took a step back, his foot landing heavily on the blue brick, leaving a shallow footprint.

His composure vanished completely, and his eyes instantly revealed horror!

Just as he was shaken and staggered backward, another ball of blazing fire struck his right shoulder!

boom!!

Another violent explosion rang out, and orange-red flames instantly engulfed the cultivator's right side.

The black-robed cultivator cried out in pain as he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. His protective aura had dimmed to almost nothing under the impact of the explosion, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

He fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled!

The black-robed cultivator's eyes were filled with disbelief and embarrassment—a dignified cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining had actually been tricked by a mere Qi Refining beginner and almost lost here!

He never expected that Zhang Qing, this seemingly insignificant little cultivator, had actually cultivated the most basic "Blazing Fire Technique" to such a level. His flame power was condensed and his explosive power was astonishing, far surpassing that of cultivators of the same realm.

It could even threaten him, a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining!

At this moment, the black-robed cultivator's shame and anger completely overwhelmed all other emotions. There was no longer any contempt in his heart, only overwhelming killing intent.

He struggled to his feet, his inner energy surging wildly, vowing to tear Zhang Qing to pieces and grind his bones to dust!

The cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining reached out and grabbed a talisman.

We're going to fight!

Just as the talisman was about to leave his hand, a series of fireballs suddenly shot out from inside the room!

One after another, egg-sized incendiary bullets rained down on him, so densely packed that there was no chance for him to dodge.

How is that possible?!

The black-robed cultivator's pupils shrank sharply, his face filled with shock, he simply couldn't believe his eyes.

How could a mere cultivator possibly unleash such a dense barrage of fireballs?

How could the true energy within his body possibly withstand such frequent magical attacks!

He had no time to dodge, or even to throw the talisman in his hand, before he was bombarded by a barrage of blazing fireballs.

The remaining spiritual light vanished, and the body was instantly engulfed by scorching flames.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

A series of explosions rang out, orange-red flames rose from the black-robed cultivator's body, and black smoke billowed up.

One of the fireballs struck the black-robed monk precisely in the face.

His head was instantly blown apart, and before he could even scream, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He's stopped breathing!