Chapter 635 Killing Four Immortals

Ignore the shock of those around the mountain.

Lin Lang walked on Jianzhong Mountain as usual, and soon stopped near a fourth-order spirit sword, and the way of gravity gushed out, like tentacles, clinging to the surface of the spirit sword.

"rise!"

Following Lin Lang's low shout, under the traction of the gravity method, the spirit sword broke through the ground and landed directly in his hand.

"It turned out to be so easy."

Lin Lang smiled slightly, and then repeated the same trick, pulling out nearly ten spirit swords from the depths of the ground, including two fifth-order spirit swords.

Using the gravity method to obtain treasures on Jianzhong Mountain is just like cheating. If there are no accidents and there is enough time, he can even move the entire Jianzhong Mountain to the space spirit ring.

But he didn't do that.

If he directly took away the spirit swords in large quantities, let alone whether the blood-dropping sword would agree, even the strong men below would be extremely greedy and directly snatch them from Lin Lang.

There is no weak person at the foot of Jianzhong Mountain, the worst is the Eight-pattern Immortal, and even the Peak Immortal has several figures. With Lin Lang's current cultivation base, it is a little bit reluctant to fight against Jiuwen Renxian, and it is impossible to face so many strong people at the same time.

But even so.

Lin Lang's actions were still noticed by many interested people. The moment he walked down Jianzhong Mountain, three people immediately looked at each other, and soon surrounded Lin Lang in the center.

None of the three are weak, they are all strong at the level of Bawen Renxian.

"Lin Youye, it's time to settle the accounts between us." One of them took a step, with murderous intent blooming in his eyes.

"Fenglei Sect, Misty Sword Sect, Yunlang Palace. It's rare that several of my enemies are gathered together, and it's not in vain for me to come to Jianzhong Mountain." Lin Lang chuckled.

"What's the point of talking to him, just kill him directly." There was another cold snort from the crowd, and each of them took a step, their eyes fixed on Lin Lang.

Sun Wuji, Sun Wuji.

Lin Lang killed Zheng Wushuang, the Tianjiao disciple of Luoxia Valley, and naturally formed a grudge against the forces of Luoxia Valley.

On the other hand, Zhen Wuzong didn't express his position directly. After all, Jian Hongfei was standing beside Lin Lang at the moment, so he didn't act rashly before he figured out the situation.

Even so, the lineup on the field is enough to suffocate everyone. At the same time, he offended the three major Heavenly Sects, and the first-class Fenglei Sect, and a total of four Eight-pattern Immortals attacked Lin Lang at the same time.

To offend the entire sect of the Kunxu Realm to such an extent, Lin Youye is probably the only one who can do such a thing.

"Okay, isn't it just plotting the spirit swords on my body, let the horse come over and see who kills whom." Lin Lang said leisurely.

"Either hand over the sword quickly and find a corner to kill yourself, or the three of us will kill you with our own hands." An elder of the Misty Sword Sect sneered.

"Stop talking to him and kill him directly."

The fifth elder of Fenglei Sect scolded.

Now that the face has been torn, there is nothing to say. In particular, almost half of the immortals of the Fenglei Sect were lost in Lin Lang's hands, and the hatred between them and Lin Lang could not be washed away even if the waters of the three rivers were poured out.

Only war!

At the same time, the four immortals moved at the same time, attacking towards Lin Lang. All kinds of gorgeous magical powers poured into Lin Lang's position one after another.

Lin Lang didn't seem to be in the slightest panic, he walked calmly around the four of them like a snake, and his spells and supernatural powers collided one after another. With Lin Lang's golden fists colliding again and again, the surface of his skin began to turn red.

Like a red-hot soldering iron.

None of the monks who have reached the Eight-pattern Immortal are weak, and none of them are much weaker than Gan Tao. That is to say, Lin Lang can cross several realms and realms with his superb agility and supernatural powers, and his cultivation ten times thicker than others. They fight.

"Phantom Ice Realm!"

Lin Lang raised his hand to draw, and the runes fluttered, and a crystal clear ice mirror was outlined in front of him, blocking the siege of everyone. At the same time, holding the Shangqing sword in his hand, he took seven steps in a row.

Seven steps down.

It's a killing sword!

A gloomy and cold light came straight to Sun Wuji's face, full of murderous aura, but Sun Wuji was decisive, and sacrificed a long curved rhinoceros horn, bursting out with tyrannical power.

Can stand to block the Shangqing sword.

The three people behind also noticed that Lin Lang was too fast and could directly break through their blockade. If they didn't get closer, they would just be defeated by him one by one as Sun Wuji taught him before.

"You still want to hurt people, this elder will let you die without a place to bury you!" The fifth elder of Fenglei Sect also snorted coldly, stretched out his sleeves, and several terrifying thunderstorms burst out from his robe, enveloping Lin Lang in his hands .

"You were fooled."

The corners of Lin Lang's mouth curled up, and a golden core rose slowly above his head, with four silver lines engraved on it, the last one was slightly dim, representing his cultivation level.

And just when the golden core rises.

At the same time, the four immortals felt a great coercion coming, which was depressing, like the power of heaven, which made their spiritual power not function smoothly, and the golden core suspended in their bodies trembled violently.

The golden core in the four people's bodies is like a courtier meeting a king, about to break through the spiritual sea and go out to worship.

"What's going on here?" The elder of Fengleijiao wondered in his heart, but at this moment, he was in a battle of life and death, and there was no room for negligence, so he could only temporarily allocate part of his energy to suppress the golden core in his body.

The other three can only do the same.

In this way, the combat power that the four of them can display will be greatly weakened, far less than

The threat to Lin Lang in his heyday. The Heavenly Dao Golden Core has the absolute ability to suppress any monk in the Golden Core realm.

"kill!"

Lin Lang's eyes were firm, and he made eighteen Baoshan seals with his hands. Up to now, he has been able to make eighteen Baoshan seals at the same time. It is estimated that when he cultivates the fourth silver pattern of the golden core to perfection, he should be able to make twenty Baoshan seals at the same time.

The power of the eighteen mountain-holding seals is extraordinary, each one has the power to shock and kill the seven-patterned immortals, and now the eighteen sacred mountains are cast at the same time, even the nine-patterned immortals cannot ignore this power.

boom!

Eighteen sacred mountains crushed past, and Sun Wuji, the five elders of the Fenglei Sect, was the first to bear the brunt, and was crushed into a ball of meat in an instant. Then came the Misty Sword Sect Immortals and the Yunlang Palace Immortals. When the first two strong men died, they had already canceled out most of the might of the Divine Mountain.

The remaining seven Baoshan seals fell on them and only seriously injured them.

"stop!"

A Jiuwen Immortal from Yunlang Palace sensed that something was wrong, and quickly took a step to stop Lin Lang's attack. But Lin Lang was faster, the Shangqing sword was reversed, and the power of the sword exploded.

The eyes of the two surviving immortals were shrouded in a blue cold light, followed by a bloodstain on their necks.

Puff!

A column of blood bloomed in front of the two of them, and the blood spurted out. However, the two of them did not die for the time being. Human immortals have very strong vitality. As long as their hearts and heads are not broken, even if their throats are cut, they will not die in a short time.

However, the sharp sword energy of the Shangqing sword kept preventing the wound from healing, and when the two of them bled dry, they were basically declared dead.

"presumptuous!"

The Immortal Jiuwen of Yunlang Palace let out angrily.

"Wait for me, this elder will kill you!" The Nine-pattern Immortal of Misty Sword Sect also stared at Lin Lang viciously.

However, for the time being, the two did not kill Lin Lang, but brought the injured elders of their respective sects back to the camp to help them resolve the chaotic sword energy in their bodies.