Cultivating magic and refining a treasure are not much different, to cultivate a magic to the realm of one thought and one birth, must condense the magic symbol in the dantian zifu. Now looking at Ye Qingxue, who can cast thunder magic in an instant, it is clear that she has already condensed the thunder symbol.

  The four people's heads burst out with a mass of black air, supporting the dazzling lightning that was falling down. The black air splashed open like black mud, and in the middle, it exploded into a deep pit.

  They stood still, simultaneously striking out a set of mysterious hand seals, their body suddenly transformed into a dark cloud that dispersed and spread out.

  Two Taoist priests, one on each side of Sun Xuantong, flashed into the middle and swung out two jade talismans, transforming into a golden cloud. Jiang Liuyun's massive palm grasped the wind and came forth, scattering the golden clouds.

  However, at the moment when Jin Yun was dispersed by the giant palm, a dark light burst out, bringing with it a string of piercing whistles that pierced through the giant palm that Jiang Liuchuan had slapped out. Following closely behind the dark light was an illusory dragon shadow, which burst out from the golden cloud mist, letting out a dragon's roar, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws as it pounced towards Jiang Liuchuan.

  Wu Guang and that dragon shadow were extremely fast, the golden cloud in front was like a decoy to confuse the enemy, the real killer move was hidden behind.

  They wanted to kill with one blow, and Sun Xuantong, standing behind the two Taoists, had already smiled on his face. These two were invited by the Sun family at a great cost, and promised that after the matter was successful, the classics of the Daomen would be available for them to read.

  That one dark light was called Po Ling Zhui, which could not only break through the defensive spells of Taoist schools but also shatter the defensive treasures.

  The illusory Azure Dragon is a spiritual talisman that can confuse people's minds and intimidate their spirits.

  "Haha, the infamous Polaris Spear can't even touch me."

  Just as the Po Ling cone was about to pierce through the giant green palm, a mass of misty cloud suddenly burst out from Jiang Liuyun's head, and in the midst of the cloud, a green bead floated, emitting a five-colored ray of light.

  The dark light of the broken spirit cone immediately slowed down in the midst of the colorful light, and was caught in Jiang Liuyun's hand. With a stroke on the broken spirit cone, the dark light on it instantly dissipated. One of the Taoists spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale in an instant. His heart-blood-cultivated treasure had been seized, and he had already injured his heart pulse.

  Another illusory dragon shadow shattered into pieces under the colorful light and disappeared instantly.

  Jiang Liu's cold laughter echoed once, and with one step forward, the two Taoists were shocked in their hearts. Under the illumination of the colorful light, they simultaneously exclaimed: "Lingbao!"

  As soon as this sound was made, a surge of energy came rushing in like an avalanche, and before he could resist, he was involuntarily swept up into the air.

  One of his bodies twisted, like a fish wriggling on the water's surface wanting to dive into the depths.

  "Haha, now that you've come to Qianluomen, don't think about leaving!"

  As they spoke, a palm floated in a layer of light, swung out, and the light flew out like a slash without a handle, the Taoist felt danger, and a protective spirit light appeared on his body, but was cut off by the light knife, and his physical body was cut into two segments. Another Taoist rose to the sky in horror, and when he was about to sink into the dark cloud-like dead soul, his body was split open by a ray of light.

  It was almost an instant, Sun Xuantong's face turned white in a flash, and the jade Ruyi that had been hidden in his sleeve suddenly appeared on his forehead, spitting out a mouthful of spiritual energy, quickly reciting a string of obscure incantations, and then threw it towards Jiang Liuyu, the jade Ruyi swelling violently in the wind, a dazzling light burst forth, actually trying to cover up that colorful glow.

  "The treasured family heirloom of the Sun family, the Mountain-like Reclining Buddha, was brought along, but unfortunately, it still can't save me."

  Jiang Liuyun said coldly, and the green pearl that emitted colorful light suddenly surged with a strong glow. With a wave of his hand, it seemed to be pulling the light towards Yu Ruyi's sleeve. Yu Ruyi was getting closer and smaller as he approached Jiang Liuyun. When he reached Jiang Liuyun's face, he saw him swing his sleeve, and Yu Ruyi had already been taken in by him.

  Sun Xuandong was greatly shocked in his heart, turned around and escaped, the brocade robe on his body flowed out a layer of shimmering water rhyme. The speed was extremely fast, like a flying bird rushing into the sky, wanting to drill into the clouds.

  "Heh heh, deceiving one's master and destroying one's ancestors is no easy feat."

  Jiang Liu Yun took a step forward, as if breaking into the void, and suddenly appeared above Sun Xuandong's head, one foot stepping down, like trampling an ant.

  "Heh heh..."

  Sun Xuandong was terrified in his heart and desperately flew forward, involuntarily wanting to beg for mercy: "Master..."

  "Hehe......"

  Sun Xuantong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell to the ground like a lifeless straw man, bleeding profusely.

  He fell to the ground, his eyes wide with fear, but at this moment he was no longer afraid. Instead, he heard Sun Xuanyu's voice echoing in his ears: "Brother, you have to promise me, when the time comes, you must walk behind everyone."

  He was indeed at the back in the beginning, even when facing Jiangliu Yun, he was still behind two Taoists, only to die again. His death was not reconciled, the vast and boundless world, had not yet had a chance to look around, and there would be no more opportunities.

  All of this happened in the blink of an eye, but in the sky, a temple appeared at some unknown time. The temple was pitch black, with dark smoke swirling around it, and an eerie forest atmosphere.

  The temple was covered with clear snow, and the river flowed with clouds, but it didn't help. It just narrowed its eyes and watched the four people standing in the east, south, west, and north.

  Just then, a long whistle came from afar, and the surging air waves rolled in like a tide, rushing straight towards Mount Qianluo.

  Jiang Liu Yun's face suddenly changed as he listened to the long whistle, and he quickly got up and fled to the other side. Ye Qing Xue raised her head to look at the temple, her expression serious as she drew a silver line in the air with her finger, leaving a trail of silver behind her.

  Void Painting Symbol - Thunder Symbol.

  The lightning bolt was formed in an instant, spreading through the void, and it actually enveloped all four of them. The gloomy sky suddenly cracked open, and a bolt of thunder with a destructive aura fell down, as if summoned.

  "Bang......Boom......"

  Dazzling lightning struck the mysterious and extraordinary temple directly above her head, while at the same time, the lightning spread downwards, illuminating a patch of white flowers with its radiance. Ye Qingxue disappeared amidst the lightning.

  At this moment when lightning flashed, a flash of lightning suddenly forked and rushed into a corner on the south side of Qianluomen.

  "Boom..."

  Darkness burst forth, and Chen Jing's pale face emerged from the sea of souls.

  "Leave quickly."

  Chen Jing'er heard Ye Qingxue's voice in his ear, and when he looked up, he saw a flash of lightning like a silver thread disappearing into the darkness without a trace. Behind him, four people were treading on air, closely pursuing him.

  He only took a glance to know that it was the Thunder Escape Technique. At this time, there were countless techniques in the world, compared to the ancient times, they were like duckweeds floating on the water surface, extremely prosperous, but the power of the techniques had clearly weakened a lot.

  Chen Jing looked at the four people who were closely pursuing him and thought that those four people must be gods, wondering what was attracting them to Qianluo Mountain?

  These were just fleeting thoughts in his mind, and he quickly took a deep breath. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged into his mouth and entered the Purple Mansion, transforming into a strand of elixir energy. He used this strand of elixir energy to propel himself upward, leaping over the courtyard wall and plunging into the ancient forest outside.

  Behind him, several vengeful spirits closely followed, their figures clearly not ordinary spirits. Another person suddenly emerged from a dark corner of the house, rose into the air and plunged into the depths of the mountain.

  Chen Jing didn't dare to walk on the main road, and instead headed deep into the mountains. Since mastering the Sword Controlling Technique, his magical powers hadn't increased, but that sense of intuition had become clearer and more mysterious. Although he had never looked back and hadn't stopped, he felt a constant sense of danger behind him.

  He didn't know if what was chasing him from behind were vengeful spirits or the avenging ghosts of Ba Ling City, he just kept rushing into the depths of the mountain, holding his breath and deliberately passing by some demonic caves to cover up his own aura.

  Fortunately, 300 years ago, the thousand Luo ancestral master killed all the evil spirits in the thousand Luo mountain range. Now there are only some newly opened spiritual evil spirits in the mountains. Chen Jing has been practicing for a short time, but he practices the orthodox Taoist practice of refining Qi, and his own cultivation is specialized in the art of movement, with extremely condensed breath. He passed by the valley cave where the evil spirit was located, being careful not to disturb any of the evil spirits.

  He did the same, passing through several valleys, and after passing through the entrance of the Youling Cave, the sense of danger behind him indeed weakened a lot. However, it still didn't completely disappear, but also no longer felt like a thorn in his back.

  Mount Qianluo is densely covered with stars, like a plate of stars, occupying an area of about 100 square kilometers. From the sky, it can only be seen as a green patch, with thin mist in the valleys and various birds flying on the branches.

  At this time, Chen Jing was walking through the dense forest, holding a sword with a somewhat dull sheen in his right hand. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the sword had actually been stained with a bluish-green color, which seemed to have already seeped into the blade itself.

  This is a magic sword, a magic sword that has just been tempered and refined. The cyan stains on the sword body are due to the pollution of beheading an evil spirit, which damaged its spirituality.

  He didn't know which city god or land deity's ghost servant this evil spirit was, if not for Ye Qingxue's last resort of using the Thunder Escape Technique, he would still be trapped in the Thousand Nets Gate, surrounded and devoured by the evil spirits.

  Because the spiritual sword was damaged by the evil spirit, he tried to get rid of the pursuers behind him while searching for medicinal materials that could dispel the evil energy from the sword. For a newly awakened spiritual sword, any aura other than its owner's would greatly damage the sword's spirituality, let alone the dark and poisonous energy from a ghost creature.

  The forest is dense, with no towering trees, just a bunch of small trees growing together in a crowded manner. Due to the congestion, each one competes to grow taller to absorb the essence of the sun, which is an unconscious behavior, yet instincts are always terrifying.

  Chen Jing's body, which was crawling through the dense forest, suddenly stopped. In front of him was a cliff with a cave at its base. At the entrance of the cave sat a big black bear, its thick fur covering its eyes.

  Deep in the mountains lives an old bear. Tigers and wolves avoid it. This old bear already has a faint aura of magic, it is an old bear that is about to awaken its spirit.

  Chen Jing didn't dodge, instead he quickly approached, darting through the dense forest like a fish. He didn't use any escape techniques that cultivators usually would, because apart from swordsmanship, he didn't know any other magic.

  The old bear, although its eyes seemed to be covered, was extremely sensitive to the approaching danger. Its originally quiet and still body suddenly pounced up, with both arms stretched out like a wall pressing down, its huge mouth open, letting out a low and menacing growl that intimidated people's hearts.

  Chen Jing's speed didn't change at all, and he directly crashed into the old bear's lower body. Just as he was about to be pressed down, he dodged to the side with a quick step. His agile body slipped under the old bear's right arm, and then his whole person floated up like a whirlwind. The hilt of the sword in his hand emitted a faint, pale glow, which fiercely stabbed into the back of the old bear's head. The old bear let out a dull hum as it fell to the ground, startling a bunch of dry leaves. It howled and struggled to get up, but couldn't manage to do so. After struggling for a while, it stopped moving altogether.

  Chen Jing single-handedly flipped the old bear over, his left hand forming a knife-like shape, stabbing down at the bear's chest and cutting downwards. The bear's chest was split open as if cut by a knife. He reached in again with his hand into the bear's chest and retrieved a bear gallbladder.

  After taking out the bear's gall, Chen Jing looked around and immediately crawled into the old bear's den, sat down cross-legged, took a deep breath, held up the sword in his hand, and pierced the tip of the sword into the bear's gall. The bear's bile flowed down along the sword body, and where it didn't flow, Chen Jing applied the bear's bile with his hands again.