MTL - As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills-Chapter 187 perish together? Come on, who is afraid of whom!

  Chapter 187 Die together? Come on, who is afraid of whom!

  In the abandoned palace, Wei Shouguang looked at this scene with a confused face: "???"

  What kind of extreme angry situation does a person have to burst out with your power? Stretching out his little hand, he can easily hold a monk who has perfected his Qi training?

  Are you **** kidding me, I am also extremely angry, why can’t I do it...I want to explode too...

  The faces of the people in Lingcan Mountain changed slightly, and they stared at Jiang Ming coldly.

   "Let him go!" A Foundation Establishment cultivator yelled coldly: "He Fang Xiaoxiao pretends to be a ghost here, dare to bully my Lingcanshan disciple?"

Jiang Ming squeezed that wrist, but he didn't let it go at all, and said with a light smile, "You bullying disciple of Lingcan Mountain? Could it be that you sent someone to catch me on board, and now you want me to be cannon fodder to explore the way? What? , You can’t get used to it if you change roles…”

   "Looking for death..." On the bamboo chair, the middle-aged man's voice was cold, and the terrifying power permeated the palace, pressing down on Jiang Ming.

  Although he was seriously injured, the coercion of the successful foundation establishment is enough to be honored here...

  click~

  Jiang Ming was not used to them at all, with a slight force on his hand, the arm of the tall monk broke instantly, and Jiang Ming threw him into the corner of the wall, screaming...

   Boom boom boom!

The middle-aged man didn't need to speak at all, the other three foundation-building cultivators of Lingcan Mountain jumped into the air for the first time, surging spiritual power erupted like a tide, and the three extremely powerful magical weapons shone with dazzling aura , came towards Jiang Ming to kill him violently.

They are all masters of Lingcan Mountain. They have been tempered and killed for a long time, otherwise they would not be sent to explore here. Although they look down on Jiang Ming, they are extremely cautious about this sudden change, and they will do their best immediately. , To kill this presumptuous kid into scum.

  The eyes of several people are full of killing intent, and they also contain a strong light of self-confidence. No matter what the origin of this kid, his cultivation is within the range of foundation establishment, and it is impossible to stop the combined attack of the three of them.

   "The dignity of the six blessed lands cannot be challenged by anyone..."

  Boom...

  The entire palace collapsed under the terrifying pressure of spiritual power, spraying bursts of smoke and dust, and three figures stood in the air, surrounding the figure below in the center.

  dangdangdang~

  Demonic weapon suppressed and killed, terrifying loud noises continued to come from the smoke and dust, and dazzling ripples continued to erupt, as if the sharp weapons of magic weapons were colliding violently.

"how come?"

  The expressions of the three Lingcan Mountain Foundation Establishment cultivators all changed slightly. Can this guy block their attack?

The magical artifacts in their hands are all specially given by the sect for this expedition. They can explode with power far exceeding that of magical artifacts of the same level, and they will be damaged by one point every time they are used. It is more than a small realm to forcibly raise the combat power of the foundation-building monks. With the combined efforts of the three, even the monks who have completed the foundation-building have to avoid the peak temporarily. How can anyone dare to fight it?

   "Could it be some rival sect, send someone to attack me, Lingcanshan, could it be that he also holds some kind of powerful magic weapon..."

The three of them looked at each other, their gazes were slightly lowered, and they realized that this opponent was a little abnormal, and they didn't dare to hide any more. Spiritual power was poured into the magical artifacts like crazy, and the three magical artifacts erupted with incomparably dazzling brilliance. , like three small suns, suppressing and killing the enemies below.

   On the other side, Wei Shouguang had long since fled to the distance, and looked at this scene in horror: "Brother Zhang Shan, what is the origin..."

  The rest of the casual cultivators and warriors were even more stunned watching the sudden outbreak of battle. How could they start a fight without saying a word? Aren’t those adults from Lingcan Mountain? Who is so daring to provoke such a person?

   "Hahaha, what a piece of shit... but that's it!"

  Among the ruins of the collapsed palace, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

A figure suddenly jumped up, punched a golden stove, and flew it upside down, the flames overflowed from the stove, and sprinkled all over the ground, as if vomited by a punch …

  铛~

  铛~

   Another two punches in a row, terrifying blood-colored ripples erupted, smashing a glazed mirror and a purple jade seal and flying out.

  Boom...

The Purple Jade Seal wailed and cracked, and hit the foundation-builder cultivator of Lingcan Mountain who was urging it, shattering his arms, and then forcibly embedded in his chest, sending it flying upside down dozens of times Mi, the seven orifices are bleeding...

   "He, is he carrying these three magic weapons with his flesh?"

  The other two didn't care about their companion's injury at all, but looked at Jiang Ming, who swung his fist and smashed the three magic weapons, with a look of shock.

   "This is a monster that first established the foundation of martial arts..." A monk frantically took the glass mirror back into his hand, screaming in shock.

   Only by establishing a foundation in martial arts first, can one have such a terrifying physical body.

  Boom!

  Jiang Ming didn't look at him, blood burst out from his feet, he borrowed force suddenly, and his figure came out like lightning, and he had already landed in front of him, pressing down with a palm.

  Boom...

  Even though the cultivator sacrificed the glazed mirror to resist, he was still wearing the mirror, and was slapped into the brick ruins with a palm, with wounds all over his body bursting and blood rushing...

   "Only you are left!" Jiang Ming looked at the last person, and walked towards him step by step, the blood under his feet loomed in the void, like a lotus growing in step.

   Wei Shouguang was dazzled by the sight, and murmured excitedly: "Warrior, this is the real warrior..."

  Other aborigines of Xuanguang City trembled all over while watching this scene, and their breathing became a little short.

  These aborigines cannot live forever and cannot cultivate immortality. The only hope is the road of warriors. However, this road is extremely difficult. Even breaking through to the top requires a lot of energy and time.

And in the common cognition of everyone, if there is no road of cultivating immortals as a guide, it is impossible to build a foundation in martial arts in this era. Perhaps only in the era when the Black Stone Ruins were once brilliant, could such a kind of magic be born. evildoer.

  Who would have imagined that such a peerless genius really appeared today...

   "Bold...Stop!"

The middle-aged man lying on the bamboo chair finally couldn't help it anymore. His figure was blurred, and he suddenly appeared opposite Jiang Ming, looking at Jiang Ming with an extremely ugly face: "Let's stop here... It was a misunderstanding earlier, please tell me You see my Lingcanshan's face, everyone take a step back, how about giving up?"

   "Elder Fengming, be careful, this person is abnormal!" The early foundation-building monk behind him looked at the golden stove in his hand, which had more than a dozen fist marks and finger marks on it, and reminded him in fear.

   "Wise men cooperate, fools fight desperately... Fellow Daoist, I believe that neither you nor I are fools!" Wu Fengming, the leader of Lingcan Mountain and a monk who established a perfect foundation, laughed.

   "When I shot just now, I looked like I was going to beat me to death, but now I can't beat it... Why do you come to the set of 'wise men cooperate, fools fight hard'?"

Jiang Ming's eyes were strange, and he said with a half-smile: "Before you grabbed us from outside the ruins and boarded the boat without saying a word, and when you encountered danger along the way, you threw a group of people as cannon fodder to attract attention and die... Now you don't even have a word of apology I don't even want to say it, I just want to expose this matter with an empty misunderstanding..."

   "Do you think this is a play?" Jiang Ming said at the end, his voice was a little cold.

  Wu Fengming's eyes flashed a trace of sullen anger, but he suppressed it forcefully, suppressing the anger and said hoarsely: "Then what do you want?"

   "It's very simple. Among the scriptures I collected, there is a small spell. I wonder if you have heard of it?" Jiang Ming showed a gentle smile: "The name of this small spell is called Soul Seeding..."

   "Impossible... You are too deceitful!"

As soon as Wu Fengming heard this name, he almost ran away immediately, his whole body surged wildly, and his eyes fixed on Jiang Ming: "If you dare to say this technique again, I can only fight to the death and kill you here... "

   "Fellow Daoist, please be careful with your words!"

  Wu Fengming held the long sword tightly in his hand, as if he would strike at the slightest disagreement.

The other monks at Lingcan Mountain also changed their expressions drastically, staring at Jiang Ming in shock and anger: "Don't go too far, my Lingcan Mountain is not a soft persimmon that you can knead at will, you are trying to lure yourself Come and kill yourself!"

  The four young disciples were even more angry and wanted to rush up to fight Jiang Ming.

Soul planting is not a clever secret technique, but few people dare to use it openly, because this kind of spell is extremely cruel, the caster can plant a soul into the soul of the caster, completely Monitor every move of the caster.

  The soul is the most mysterious and fragile part of a monk. After being implanted with the soul, as long as the caster moves his mind, he can directly destroy the soul of the caster and turn him into a stupid person on the spot...

   This kind of spell can only be cast on some lowly servants. They, the arrogance of Lingcan Mountain, have always been high above them. They are the ones who want to cast the soul-seeding spell on others. When will anyone dare to treat them like this?

   "Fellow Daoist, please change another condition. No matter what magic weapon or secret technique you need, as long as I have something, I can take it out!"

  Wu Fengming said in a deep voice: "If you and I lose both, fellow Daoist, you will lose more than you gain. The situation doesn't have to develop in that direction..."

  While he was talking, his eyes were also extremely calm. He believed that the kind of soul art Zhang Shan mentioned just now must have opened his mouth to the lion, and the rest was nothing more than a bargain.

  He has seen this kind of scene a lot. He came here to explore for some profit. Who would fight to the death for no reason? That is the most stupid thing...

  However, including Wu Fengming, these monks at Lingcan Mountain naturally don't know that maybe everyone in this world cherishes life...but there is only one person who puts life and death aside, who happens to be standing in front of them.

   "Sometimes, interests are not the most important... People live in the world, and what they fight for is one breath!"

Jiang Ming's face was full of righteousness, and he sneered, "If you want to fight, then you must fight, why bother mother-in-law...even if you die today, I have to say this, if you don't agree to the soul technique, then you all go to die! "

  Boom...

  His blood energy erupted, and the blood ripples were like crimson flames, rising around the surface of his body.

  The next moment, Jiang Ming charged out with the Chili Sword in his hand, and streams of blood-colored sword light surged towards Wu Fengming like waves.

   "Madman..." Wu Fengming saw himself talking for a long time, but this kid was desperate to fight, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and quickly raised his sword to parry.

   Boom boom boom!

  The terrifying battle started, and the sword lights collided... Like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, the surrounding vegetation, trees, mountains and rocks were immediately plowed away several layers, and the terrifying aftermath made some casual practitioners who were closer to each other cough up blood...

  poof...

  However, within a dozen or so moves, Jiang Ming's Chili Sword suddenly cut across Wu Fengming's shoulder in a strange arc, bringing up a bunch of **** flowers.

  The terrifying sword energy erupted, causing Wu Fengming's shoulders to explode, a **** mess, and all the bones and stubble were exposed...

   "Damn it..." Wu Fengming's face became paler and paler. He was seriously injured, but now he met such a guy with a body like a monster, he was simply overwhelmed.

  Boom!

  Jiang Ming kicked out, and the terrifying force weighing more than ten thousand jun hit Wu Fengming's body, breaking his bones and tendons immediately, flying hundreds of meters horizontally, and smashing into a piece of ruins in the distance.

   Whoosh~

...

   "Even Elder Wu can't beat him?" The rest of the Lingcanshan monks all looked at this scene with pale faces.

   "If Elder Wu hadn't been injured, how could this kid be allowed to act violently?" A Foundation Establishment cultivator said unwillingly.

   "Don't mess yourself up first, the background of my Lingcan Mountain, how can a kid who is killed casually be presumptuous, Elder Wu still has a hole card in his hand, that Zhang Shan can't turn the sky..."

  …

  In the ruins in the distance.

   "Since that's the case, don't force me to use the ultimate move!"

  Wu Fengming struggled to get up, with a flash of determination in his eyes, even those cultivators in the early stage of foundation establishment had treasures from the sect, how could he not?

  He flipped his wrist, and a small silver sword appeared in the palm of his hand. A talisman was attached to the sword, and wisps of electric light diffused from the small sword, which seemed to contain incomparably terrifying power.

  Wow~

  Wu Fengming untied the talisman, and the terrifying electric light immediately filled the surrounding void, and within a radius of more than ten meters, the ground was scorched black.

"go!"

  Wu Fengming's fingertips were also scorched black by the electric light. Enduring the severe pain, he threw the small silver sword violently.

  Boom...

  The small silver sword that was only slap-length across the sky burst out with incomparably bright sword light, like thousands of electric lights gathering, and slashed at Jiang Ming who was rushing.

   "Huh? Is this aura... forming alchemy?"

  Jiang Ming's eyes changed slightly, and from the small sword, he felt an aura that did not belong to the establishment of the foundation, and locked him firmly, even if he moved around, he would be cut by the small sword.

  If any of the Foundation Establishment cultivators were replaced, they might die in the face of this sword...

   "As expected of the six blessed lands, an expedition team randomly sent out has such a treasure..."

  Jiang Ming sighed in his heart, but he didn't panic too much. Although this little sword erupted with an aura that surpassed the foundation, it was just a dead thing after all...

   "Since I came out of the mortal world, I have never used this technique to deal with the enemy... let's try it today!"

  Jiang Ming whispered in his heart, the strongest technique he has mastered has been used on himself, but no enemy has been able to force him to use it...

   "Six Seals of Forbidden Spirits!"

  (end of this chapter)