Vol 2 Chapter 35:

Xiao Hong is just a physical body that can be used as a shield. Although it can withstand the fatal blow of the Golden Core Stage, if it is attacked from all sides at the same time, it is simply irresistible.
"When am I alone?" The corners of Chu Wuqing's lips raised slightly, revealing infinite joking.
The young man in front of him was just a foundation building period, and all his reliance was just the corpse of a mighty man who had long since died. How dare to say this, how dare to be arrogant.
After all, he was too young. He didn't know what he was facing, and he had never heard of the title of Killing the Immortal Boat. By virtue of luck, he got some opportunities to pass on and got a corpse to recognize the master.
He also killed his peer Tianjiao by refining the corpse, and he didn't know the height of the sky.
"Zhuzi!" Elder Tang sneered, his palms raised high, and while he raised them, there seemed to be an invisible artistic conception surrounding his hands, and golden light appeared on the bodies of the 49 foundation-building cultivators.
They stepped forward at the same time, with a sword in their hands.
Before the sword is out of its sheath, everyone feels that the saber in their hands is shaking. This feeling is very strange, as if the sword in their hands has its own spirituality.
For these swords, the scabbard became a and a yoke. They just wanted to take out the scabbard to drink blood and restore their former glory.
The foundation-building cultivators were also infected by such excitement. Crazy fighting spirit emerged in their eyes. When they pressed their right hands on the hilt at the same time and drew their swords, a wave of invisible oppression came with them.
This kind of oppression is far better than Jin Dan, even if Elder Tang faces it, he will feel as if he was strangling his throat.
However, Elder Tang is the manipulator of this battle boat. Every time he manipulates, he feels powerful and witnesses the miracle of his own strength soaring. No matter how many times, Elder Tang feels infinite glory and excitement.
"Chu Zu." Elder Tang couldn't help saying silently in his heart.
"kill!"
As soon as the word was killed, the sword came out of its sheath!
The sky is full of sword light, like a net of heaven and earth, there is no escape, no escape.
Everyone thought that the matter was settled. As for the headmaster's original order to break the arm of the Immortal Spirit Gate, it had long been left behind.
No, maybe they didn't leave it behind. In their opinion, since there was no real subversive change in the Fairy Spirit Gate, it was just a trivial faction.
The head of the fairy gate? Kill and kill, even if the Qing Lingzong of the first sect is convicted, can they make them pay for the head of the fairy sect? You don't even need to apologize, you just need to do some superficial work.
"It's a pity that powerful refining corpse." With regrets on Elder Tang's face, he couldn't help but hate Chu Wuqing a little bit more. Such a refining corpse can only be used as a shield in the hands of the Zhuji children. Li will be able to become a puppet through a secret method, greatly increasing his combat power.
"Wait a minute, you follow me to light the soul lamp, collect the soul, and see if you can receive that child's soul." Elder Tang is cautious. After the monk builds the foundation, the soul can be separated. Since Chu Wuqing has a corpse refiner , It’s probably impossible to have other adventures, which can leave a remnant in the soul after the body is destroyed by magic.
"After I find it, I will use his remnant soul to light the lamp, so..." Elder Tang's expression changed suddenly, and he turned around, but saw that after the sword light dissipated, only the huge hole was left. Where is Chu Wu? Qing's body.
"Elder?" The leader of the foundation-building cultivator asked in doubt, isn't that weird boy already dead? How could Elder Tang show such an expression.
They knew the power of Killing the Immortal Boat, even if it was the Golden Core of Pseudo Dao, it was possible to die without a whole body in the first burst, not to mention that this young man was just a foundation-building monk.
The spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building monks can only detect the surface things within a radius, and only the Jindan monks can go deep, search, and even lock the target in the spell without being damaged.
Ever since Elder Tang awakened the warship, his divine consciousness had been locked on Chu Wuqing's body. However, when the forty-nine sword light was only a breath away from Chu Wuqing, Chu Wuqing suddenly disappeared!
His targeted target has disappeared from before his eyes!
This is impossible!
"I said long ago, I am not alone."
Chu Wuqing's voice suddenly came from the air, but he couldn't tell which direction it came from. It was misty and vague. It sounded like it was in the clouds, with a casual smile.
Such a voice, if it is usually heard, anyone will find it extremely beautiful, and even can't help but imagine what the owner of the voice looks like.
But at this moment, I only feel heart palpitations. There are no monks who have escaped from the first change in the Battle of Immortal Boats, but they are all true golden core powers, a glimmer of life in exchange for the magic weapon of cultivation and life.
There has never been a foundation-building cultivator who escaped without sacrificing any damage in the battlefield, and still so silently, no one except Elder Tang noticed it.
Before they had time to react, they soon heard countless steps coming from the foot of the mountain. These steps were neat and uniform. They could not hear how many, but they could feel the momentum of the steps.
This kind of aura can only be possessed by a war-cultivator who has received orthodox training.
They couldn't be more familiar with this kind of momentum. The Lingyang Gate was the sect that cultivated and cultivated the most in the entire cultivation world, and it also had the immortal killing army that was well-known in the entire cultivation world!
However, the immortal spirit gate, that is too weak to be called one of the ten sects, and even the incompetent sects of the Moon Sect can trample on the immortal spirit gate at will. When will there be a war repair army?
Moreover, when they arrived, they had searched the entire fairy gate, and there was no one at all.
Chu Wuqing was very accurate. Before he built the foundation, the Immortal Spirit Sect had the absolute initiative in the battle with Tread Moon Sect. All that was left was unilateral suppression and handling of the funeral.
Since he had to go against the heavenly way to reach a level of cultivation of more than ten qi refining levels, and then take advantage of the situation to build the foundation, how could he be unprepared.
There is no plan for the worst result, knowing that after the previous day's movement, everyone is looking at the fairy gate, and the most important thing is the monks' greed. How could he be that all the arrangements were just to prevent ordinary sects such as Treading Moon Sect, and not to prevent the aggression of the top sects of the small world.
From the very beginning, Gu Yu was bagged with a high-level talisman that could transmit the sound of the two of them.
Such a talisman cannot be drawn even by Gu Yu. It is transmitted thousands of miles away, and the divine consciousness arrives in an instant without leaving any traces. It requires deep attainments in the spatial talisman and the time talisman array, not to mention this Fulu can also be used by Qi refiners.
Only Chu Wuqing, the son of the head of the Chu family, was able to squander like this and had such financial resources.
When Chu Wuqing started to build the foundation, he informed Gu Yu to bring the main force back to the sect quickly with the teleportation circle, without worrying about the consumption of spirit stones.
Teleportation circles are very common in the Middle World and the Great World, because these magic circles were built by monks since ancient times. After countless years, countless transmission paths were naturally opened between important monks gathering points in various fortresses. As long as you have enough money, it is not impossible to travel thousands of miles through the teleportation array.
However, teleportation formations are extremely rare in the small world, because each teleportation formation requires at least a high-level talisman to draw, and the consumption of spiritual materials during production can even ruin a slightly ordinary school.
No matter how genius Gu Yu is, it is impossible for him to create a large number of teleportation arrays within a short period of time, but he can draw a one-time teleportation talisman.
To draw such a talisman requires half of the materials of the teleportation array at the same distance, but it can only be used once. What a kind of prodigal.
Even if the elder Yuan Ying of the Great World Sect learned about it, he would beat his chest and feet with heartache and yelled at him.
But Chu Wuqing felt that it was worth it. He built the foundation on Zufeng, so why not lead the snake out of the cave and kill it.
In his Chu Wuqing's dictionary, he never succumbed, never kept a low profile.
With him, the various strange things of the fairy gate will only increase, attracting peep from all parties, not to mention the fairy gate itself is the entrance of the fairy cave. Since it cannot change the prying and thinking of others, why not Take the initiative from the start.
Even if the immortal spirit gate was born with a strange treasure, everyone was afraid of the strength of the immortal spirit gate and did not dare to succumb to fighting for it.
At the moment when countless sword lights were about to fall on his body, the teleportation symbol in Chu Wuqing's hand ignited, teleporting him to the teleportation formation at the foot of the mountain, just to make peace with the returning Gu Yu army.
Tata, Tata, the sound of these five thousand monks stepping together.
"Calm down." Elder Tang whispered slightly, his brows frowned slightly, and his spiritual consciousness lowered down the mountain, and he saw Zhan Xiu wearing the same costume, like a black cloud, rushing toward the top of the mountain.
Just a cursory sweep, there are twenty-five foundation-building monks.
Twenty-five foundation-building cultivators, such a number, in the past, Elder Tang would not take it to heart, but now appearing in the fairy spirit gate forces has surprised Elder Tang.
As everyone knows, the fairy tale, the joke among the ten martial sects, not to mention the golden core, there are actually only five foundation-building cultivators. In other sects, he can only serve as a deacon, and as a disciple, the foundation-building monk has become a powerful elder at the fairy gate, which is really a big joke.
And now, in the battle and repair army of the Fairy Spirit Gate, there are 25 foundation-building cultivators, but they have not disclosed any news before. Moreover, Elder Tang has a hunch that the hole card of the Fairy Spirit Gate is definitely more than this.
However, after five breaths, the fairy spirit gate army reached the top of the mountain and surrounded the Lingyang gate people.
Five thousand, a total of five thousand people, at this moment, forty-nine foundation-building elders also know the strength of the fairy gate, and these five thousand people are still full of blood.
Such a mighty power is definitely not something that the temporary army in a short training office can have. You must drink blood and overcome strong enemies to bring it!
The immortal spirit gate really exceeded their imagination. Even though their hearts were tumbling, the faces of the deacons who built the foundation did not change at all. Instead, they looked high above this group of qi-refining monks.
Looking down on the fairy gate has become something deep into their bones, even if the fairy gate has brought them too many surprises.
But it only stopped by accident.
Chu Wuqing was in the army, and Gu Yu was beside him. Gu Yu's expression had always been relaxed, but when he saw the war boat, his color changed slightly, "Lord, this boat is not easy."
And the elders who originally had the foundation of the fairy gate, his eyes cracked when he saw the war boat, and he couldn't believe it.
At the same time, Elder Tang laughed, "Yellow-mouthed child, I really don't have any knowledge, do you think you, a mob, can kill me from Lingyangmen?"
While speaking, Elder Tang raised his arm again, only this time, but it was completely different from the first time he awakened the Zhanzhou.
Just waving his hand, there was an invisible mood lingering between his arms, which seemed extremely slow, but actually extremely fast.
With his arms raised, the momentum of the forty-nine foundation-building monks also climbed to the top.
"Second burst, change!"
As soon as the word changed, Elder Tang's right hand fell with a force of thunder, and in an instant, he saw yellow sand surging in the originally empty air, and it seemed that thousands of horses were rushing from nothingness.