Chapter 178 Ningyuan Is Under Siege

"Brother Li, Brother Zhang seems to be trapped in a siege. Aren't you going to help him?" Song Hesong asked with concern.

Li Fan recalled Brother Zhang's strength in Li Chen's memory and shook his head.

"Let alone four ordinary foundation-building cultivators. Even if a Jindan early stage cultivator comes, he may not be able to do anything to Brother."

Song Hesong's face showed a strange color when he heard this.

As if confirming Li Fan's words.

With Chu Liang's angry shout, four rays of light were activated at the same time, about to hit Zhang Qianmo.

And at the critical moment, a purple mirror suddenly appeared on his head, forming a protective shield around him.

It immediately reflected the four rays of light back.

Chu Liang and the other four besieged people did not expect this to happen. They were caught off guard and were hit by their own attacks.

"You dare to release a grain of rice!" The purple lightning mark between Zhang Qianmo's eyebrows emitted a frightening light.

The purple lightning was surrounded by strands of purple lightning, and the power was overwhelming.

A long halberd filled with murderous aura slowly appeared in Senior Brother Zhang's hand.

Zhang Qianmo pointed at Chu Liang and the other four with the halberd, and said with disdain: "Today, I will let you see the gap between the true disciples of the great sect and the casual practitioners of the side sects!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qianmo flashed to the nearest enemy.

He swung the halberd out, and the purple lightning was like a dragon, devouring him mercilessly.

"Ah!"

The man only had time to let out a scream before disappearing in the furious purple light.

In an instant, one of the four was gone.

The remaining few people couldn't help but show horror on the ground.

Chu Liang even shouted: "Fellow Daoist Song, if you don't take action now, when will you do it!"

Li Fan's face changed when he heard this.

Before he could react, he felt eight blood-colored chains suddenly appear beside him and entangled him.

Then, a huge force that was completely superior to the foundation-building stage suddenly hit his back.

A purple mirror also appeared above his head, and the shield formed slightly reduced the force.

But this force was too great, and the purple mirror's protective light only lasted for a moment before it shattered and turned into starlight.

After being hit hard, Li Fan spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath quickly declined.

But the opponent was unyielding.

Li Fan looked back, but saw Song Hesong with an expressionless face, wielding a blood-colored giant hammer.

With great power, the hammer force came one after another, and was about to kill Li Fan on the spot.

At the critical moment of death, a jade pendant on Li Fan's chest shattered.

A giant hand composed of purple lightning formed from the fragments of the jade pendant.

He formed a seal with one hand and locked Song Hesong.

Overhead, dark clouds suddenly covered.

A purple thunder as thick as a bucket struck Song Hesong's head.

Song Hesong showed a fierce look on his face, without dodging or avoiding, and his offensive remained unchanged.

But he was ready to take the blow and kill Li Fan first.

In a flash, a long halberd flew from a distance and stopped the bloody giant hammer.

Zhang Qianmo arrived in an instant, came to Li Fan and supported him.

"Are you okay, junior brother?"

As he said that, he passed a wisp of spiritual energy to heal Li Fan's injuries.

Then he looked at Song Hesong with a serious face.

At this time, the spiritual energy in his body had just recovered slowly from the shock. Li Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Song Hesong.

This person suddenly turned against him and burst out with strength far beyond his appearance of late Qi training.

It was indeed beyond Li Fan's expectations.

In addition, he occupied someone else's body and was not familiar with his own skills.

He was almost killed by a sneak attack.

Fortunately, the original body Li Chen was also an inner disciple of Zixiao Sect and had many self-defense methods, so he could barely escape.

When he looked at Song Hesong again, he saw that he was struck by the Purple Sky Divine Thunder and seemed to be seriously injured.

But then, a lot of green vitality energy floated from Ningyuan City below, quickly recovering his injuries.

After just a moment, he recovered as before.

Song Hesong's face was gloomy, and the blood-colored giant hammer turned into a long sword in his hand.

Chu Liang and the other three also came from afar and surrounded the two people from the Purple Sky Sect in the center.

Zhang Qianmo ignored Chu Liang and the other three foundation-building period, and looked at Song Hesong with a frown.

"Middle Jindan? Manager Song, have you also practiced that new method?"

Song Hesong showed a mocking look on his face: "What else? I have worked hard for you Zixiao Sect for most of my life, but I have only managed to get a position as an outer sect manager."

"Apart from a simple "Zixiao Summoning Thunder Art", there are only a few spiritual stones every year."

"I am afraid that until I die of old age, I will only stop at the foundation-building stage."

Song Hesong said angrily: "What do you say that I don't have enough talent! After switching to the new method, I will build the foundation in five years and form the elixir in ten years!"

"What do you think of my talent, Senior Brother Song?"

Zhang Qianmo looked at the thick blood color remaining on Song Hesong's body, and his eyes were full of murderous intent: "Evil heretic! I will kill you!"

As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, Song Hesong laughed loudly, and his sarcasm was about to overflow: "Evil heretic? You so-called famous sects raise mortals like livestock, extract their lifespans, and refine longevity fruits."

"With such extremely evil means, you dare to call others evil heretic?"

"I think you are the biggest evil demon!"

The blood-colored aura on Song Hesong's body churned along with his angry words.

Zhang Qianmo's face remained unchanged: "Mortals must pay a price for being protected by us. Outside the wilderness, demons and beasts are everywhere. Mortals are just like food."

"How could you live safely for such a long time without the protection of the Immortal Sect like us?"

"You just said a few lies, but you also want to mess with my Taoist mind?"

The purple color in Zhang Qianmo's eyes became thicker and thicker.

Pointing his halberd at Song Hesong from afar, he said, "Although you have a golden elixir, I will kill you today!"

Zhang Qianmo's halberd was pointed at him, and Song Hesong's breath was stagnated as if captured by the momentum.

But soon, he became a little angry.

"I have long heard that the inner sect disciples are so extraordinary. Today, I must learn from them!"

As he spoke, the bloody long sword in his hand suddenly split into six handles and faced Zhang Qianmo's halberd.

On Li Fan's side, Chu Liang's three monks surrounded him.

Faced with the siege of three monks of the same level, Li Fan remained calm.

Run the "Purple Sky Thunder Control Technique" and take out your own magic weapon, a long spear.

Shaking the gun body, it seemed to emit bursts of dragon roars.

The three of them fought together with Chu Liang.

At first, Li Fan was not very familiar with the moves he could use.

There is always a sense of stagnation when attacking.

The dancing spears made it easy for Chu Liang and the others to dodge.

Chu Liang and other three late-stage foundation-building monks were at the same level as Li Fan.

But after all, he was a monk halfway, so his attack methods were much weaker.

Li Fan dealt with it with ease.

As time went by, Li Fan became more and more familiar with his magic.

His attacks also became sharper and more deadly.

Chu Liang and the others slowly fell into a disadvantage.