Mortal's journey to immortality

Chapter 1159 Wolf Fighting

Peng Yong is like a shooting star, fleeting.

On the way, he turned left and right, as if he was very familiar with the ancient sect, and he was moving forward with a strong purpose.

Along the way, he once again encountered twenty-three scattered mid- to late-stage god-transformation experts and seven heavenly demons.

It was no accident for these people. They all lost their lives in his sneak attacks that came and went without a trace.

But unfortunately, among these thirty strong men, only one token was obtained.

Is it possible that the more tokens synthesized, the greater the favor from the ancient sect?

At the same time, I have never encountered such exquisite spiritual materials as three-color neon flowers.

There are quite a few other spiritual herbs, spiritual flowers and elixirs, almost one plant every three steps, one flower every five steps, and a small piece every ten steps.

If you bring enough storage bags, even if they are ordinary, they can all be used as a base for thousands of years of medicine, and you can exchange them for a large number of spiritual stones after you go out.

However, just after this series of delays, he suddenly became a little uneasy, as if he was being targeted by something.

Peng Yong paused with his chin in shock.

In the dense forest, not far from him, lay the body of a young woman in the late stages of divine transformation.

Her death was exactly the same as that of everyone before her. There was a tiny spot in her heart that was invisible to the naked eye, and she died with a single blow from Peng Yong's magic weapon, the Frost Sword.

Who is it that actually put the idea on my head? Could it be that the old birthday boy has eaten arsenic and is impatient with life?

If you continue to be frightened like this, if you meet a truly strong person, it will definitely affect your mood, your strength will be greatly reduced, and your success or failure will be uncertain.

So fast!

Peng Yong's spiritual consciousness was fully activated, and he could faintly feel that the man was approaching at a lightning speed, and his speed was actually not slower than him, but even faster than him.

He was startled.

"Come."

A cold and yellowish three-foot spiritual sword was grabbed by him. With such an opponent, no one could be too cautious.

Ten breaths at most, no, seven breaths, the opponent was getting faster and faster, so fast that even he was a little shocked.

"drink."

With a flick of his magic power, a ball of shining and cold frost exploded, surrounding him.

One of the ways to crack the magic speed is to stick to yourself.

The people he killed before died miserably and unjustly.

He was completely unprepared and was directly killed by his own Qidu without any warning.

How could I be so stupid? I have to be on guard at all times to deal with sudden killing moves.

Oops!

Thinking of this, the bodies of those killed by him should be destroyed.

There are many people with sharp eyes and cautious minds in the world of immortality. Through careful inspection, you will definitely see the reason for their death, and then take precautions like yourself.

Peng Yong felt a chill in his heart and hated his pride and this little mistake.

He hated himself, why he was so complacent that he failed to be foolproof.

A teacher who never forgets the past and the future can only do this.

coming.

"Too fast!"

As soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, the white light escaped in front of him.

An extremely sharp force was like a sharp sword that wanted to smash his whole body into pieces.

He had no time to distinguish and see clearly whether the other party was a human or a demon.

At the critical moment, the frost sword swiped in front of him, and with a "click", the space was instantly frozen. However, the next moment, with a "boom", it was directly cut through by white light and shattered without a trace.

Shuangzhi Qingqiu couldn't even hold back half of his magical sword power.

In Peng Yong's horrified eyes, his whole body was penetrated by white light.

"boom!"

It was torn into pieces and torn apart.

However, this was just an afterimage left behind when he was shocked. His people were already 3,500 feet away.

Although "Frost Qingqiu" did not resist the attack of the opponent's white light that combined speed, strength and sharpness, it also gained him a precious short moment.

At this moment, with lingering fear in his heart, he saw clearly that the other party was not a human, but a demon wolf.

And, even in ancient times, the three-eyed snow wolf was famous.

At first glance, he realized that this three-eyed snow wolf was very weird. He couldn't tell what kind of realm this wolf was in, and it had nothing to do with the concept of this world from a first-level monster to a tenth-level celestial demon.

It is said to be a sky demon, but no, it does not have the unique and powerful aura that the sky demon faintly exudes.

No, it's far more powerful than that. It's powerful and real in front of you.

The two long snow-white eyes of the three-eyed snow wolf stared at him motionless with burning anger. The third eyebrow was closed, and its whole body was wrapped in a ball of pure white snow light.

"Uh oh..."

A wolf howl that struck directly at the soul suddenly rose, and Peng Yong suddenly changed his color.

The third vertical eye of the three-eyed snow wolf quietly opened, and under the cover of the shocking wolf howl, it suddenly shot out, like an arrow that reached the top of the string, directly spanning a space of nearly four thousand feet, pointing directly at him Yintang's eyebrows.

"Humph!"

At the moment when Peng Yong had no chance of escaping, he held the frost sword in his hand like a god's help and struck down the bright crystal silk with an impartial sword.

The whole movement was like flowing clouds and flowing water, completed in one go, perfect to the extreme.

"boom."

The crystal silk disappeared into thin air, and Peng Yong was instantly thrown away by the force of the counterattack.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He coughed heavily and spit out three mouthfuls of blood.

"brush."

It was too late, but it was fast. Just when the three-eyed snow wolf suddenly felt something bad and wanted to run away, Peng Yong's figure was deeply reflected in its three eyes.

It closed its eyes tightly and wanted to get away, but Peng Yong's figure was firmly embedded in its eyes as if it had taken root. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't get rid of it.

And strangely, Peng Yong, who was seriously injured, unexpectedly came to the three-eyed blood wolf at some point.

At this time, he is no longer him.