A Mortal Cultivating Immortality, Kill My Senior Brother At The Beginning

Zhou Yan, who had just experienced physical pain, began the soul-piercing process again as his spiritual power wrapped his consciousness and entered the true fire of the sun.

Although there is a package of spiritual power, the spiritual power is burning under the scorching heat of the true fire of the sun.

"puff!"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zhou Yan felt that his head was dizzy. He bit the tip of his tongue and braced himself. His consciousness quickly left his mark on the True Fire of the Sun.

Although this process was painful, it was much faster than before. Zhou Yan left a mark while protecting the previous mark from being burned away.

It wasn't until the last stroke of the brand fell, and Zhou Yan's divine consciousness brand in the true sun fire condensed into a mysterious tadpole pattern, that he felt relieved.

Then he bit the tip of his tongue, and a stream of essence and blood spurted out, blending into the true fire of the sun and combining with the brand of divine consciousness.

"Finally it worked!"

Zhou Yan murmured, then his body tilted, fell to the side, and passed out.

I don't know how much time passed before Zhou Yan woke up faintly. He rubbed his head with some pain and stood up slowly. Looking at the milky white True Sun Fire in front of him, Zhou Yan moved his finger, and the ray of True Sun Fire suddenly came to his left hand. superior.

At this time, the terrifying high temperature of the True Sun Fire no longer harmed Zhou Yan in the slightest. As the spiritual power was injected into the True Sun Fire, a white flame mask enveloped him.

Putting away the bronze token, the surrounding flames suddenly rushed towards Zhou Yan, but as soon as they reached the vicinity, they quickly retreated.

Zhou Yan nodded with satisfaction and glanced at the light array on the ground. As the true fire of the sun was taken away, the hundred-foot-long light array lost its flame source and began to slowly dim and eventually shatter.

And as the light array shattered, Zhou Yan's vision turned and he reappeared in a desert full of yellow sand, and the huge fireball, wind blade and other large arrays had disappeared without a trace.

There were some other monks who appeared with him, but when they appeared, most of them were sitting cross-legged on the ground, their eyes blank, not knowing what was going on.

The one who attracted Zhou Yan's attention the most was a middle-aged man with a resolute face and a bit of frost on the Foundation Building Late Stage.

The person was hanging high in the sky, holding a small flag in his hand, and there was a powerful wind force surging above the flag.

"Is that little flag a wind attribute treasure?"

Zhou Yan secretly thought in his heart, but he didn't look too much. Instead, the aura on his body went elsewhere.

His right hand has not yet fully recovered, and his spiritual consciousness has been consumed a lot. Although most people here do not have much spiritual power left in their bodies, it is better to leave here first for safety reasons.

Not long after Zhou Yan left, he noticed that a monk in the middle stage of the Foundation Building was following him. He was very careful to stay about seven miles away. This distance was generally undetectable by monks in the early stage of the Foundation Building.

A sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth, and Zhou Yan suddenly increased his speed and walked quickly forward.

As soon as he increased his speed, the man behind him couldn't hold himself any longer. He hesitated and flew towards Zhou Yan at full speed, shouting: "Fellow Daoist, wait for me, I have something important to tell you."

The corner of Zhou Yan's mouth raised slightly, and his speed did not stop at all. The man behind him cursed in a low voice. He did not know what secret method was activated, and his speed suddenly increased to about twice the previous speed. In a moment, he was in front of Zhou Yan.

Stopping, Zhou Yan looked over cautiously. This man looked to be over fifty years old. His eyes were looking around Zhou Yan. He had a mustache and a wisp of goatee under his chin. He looked quite shrewd.

"Why is Fellow Daoist running so fast? I'm exhausted!"

"Aren't you afraid that the Taoist priest will kill people and steal wealth, so you don't dare to stay!"

The old man with the goatee's eyes twitched, and he continued to speak harmoniously: "What is this that Fellow Daoist said? Isn't that the kind of person that a fellow Daoist is?"

But Fellow Daoist should have benefited a lot from the big formation just now, right? "

Zhou Yan looked puzzled and asked confusedly: "What did the Taoist Master say? No one with the Taoist Master's level of cultivation has ever gotten it. I am only an early stage monk, how can I get it?"

In my opinion, the Fellow Daoist in heaven may have gained something. Why doesn’t the Fellow Daoist go look for him? "

The old man's eyes twitched, thinking that everyone could see that this person had gotten something good. The key was that the person's Late Stage cultivation was there, and even if he had some courage, he wouldn't dare to go there!

"Haha, my little friend is really good at joking. When I saw that my little friend came out of that big formation, he was full of energy and full of spiritual power. He must have gained something.

I recently discovered a treasure land, but there was a restriction there, so I specially invited my friends to go there with me. With the power of you and me, I think we will be able to open that restriction. how? "

Zhou Yan didn't believe what the old guy said at all, but he still said with a smile on his face: "I have a low cultivation level, so I won't hold back the Taoist. Moreover, I just endured a lot in the formation." It's a minor injury and needs some recovery. Thank you so much, Master, for your kindness. I'll say goodbye!"

The old man looked at the injury on Zhou Yan's hand and frowned slightly, thinking to himself: "Did you really guess wrong? This kid didn't get any treasure?

But when he emerged from the formation, he clearly had a powerful fire attribute power!

Forget it, never mind, he is just a person in the early stage of Foundation Building, so let’s use him to make up for what I lost in the formation! "

"Alas! It's such a pity that I can't explore the treasure with Fellow Daoist. Since Fellow Daoist is still injured, I won't bother you anymore. Fellow Daoist please!"

The old man said with some regret, and when he finished speaking, he turned aside to let him leave. At this moment, a yellow magic sword suddenly sprang out from the yellow sand underground and headed towards Zhou Yan!

"Huh, I've been guarding against you for a long time!"

When the yellow magic sword came out, Huanjin Sha also suddenly appeared there, blocking it. At the same time, Zhou Yan's palm was pressed, and the Qingying Sword suddenly shot out.

"Old man, I just want to test the real fire of the sun on you!"

As soon as he pressed his palm, the true sun fire appeared in his hand. As the spiritual power was poured into it, the flames suddenly expanded, and then fireballs went towards the old man.

"The sun is really fire? Good boy, you really got that treasure!"

As soon as the old man's voice rang out, his whole body was submerged by the fireball condensed by the true fire of the sun. The flames kept churning, and the sand below melted and flowed on the ground.

A moment later, when the fireball disappeared, the old man's figure was revealed again. His clothes were in tatters, his hair and eyebrows had long disappeared, and his body smelled of burnt, and he seemed to be dying.

Zhou Yan hesitated at first, but soon realized it. The old man probably didn't have a strong defensive Law Weapon, so he was injured like this by this bombardment.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful the Sun's true fire is, it will not be able to damage it like this with just one round of bombing.

"Since you're in so much pain, I'll give you a ride. You're welcome!"

The Qingying Sword flashed past, and a human head was thrown away!