Taming Beasts and Cultivating Immortality from Two Realms

Chapter 89 The Battle of Golden Elixir
Jingyue main peak, Elder Hall.

A crystal clear mirror hung high in the air, reflecting the scene of two Qi-cultivating monks facing each other from a distance.

"Is this little guy the cultivator with natural spiritual roots that Zhu Qiong discovered? He looks good, actually." said the slender shadow sitting in the Personnel Hall.

"Appearance is nothing but external things. The brilliant brilliance of the cultivator's will is the most beautiful thing in the world." The shadow of the Dharma body in the Transmission Hall shook his head.

"Alright, two junior sisters, stop arguing. There's a good show going on right in front of you. It's better to watch it quietly." The shadow in the Alchemy Hall released a powerful pressure, causing the two opposing voices in the Elder Hall to pause.

"The good are evil, the hard are soft. The shadow of each cultivator knocking on the mirror is completely different. I don't know if this candidate sequence can defeat my own mirror shadow." The shadow in the Refining Hall said with interest.

"No matter whether this boy can succeed or not, we have to give him the position in the sequence for the sake of Old Monster Zhu." The shadow of the Talisman Hall said deliberately.

In an instant, the entire Elder Hall became silent.

"That's wrong. In fact, losing to Jingying is nothing. Didn't the Fourth Elder also fail when he first stepped onto the Six Knocking Heavenly Steps?" said the phantom in the Alchemy Hall.

"That's right, water and wood complement each other. If this little guy loses, it only means that he has no talent for fighting. Perhaps he is more suitable to be a weapon refiner." said the shadow of the Formation Hall.

……

As the mirror clone stepped forward and got closer, Chen Beiwu keenly noticed something was wrong.

"That look!"

Chen Beiwu's pupils shrank slightly, and he actually saw a strong murderous intent in the eyes of the mirror clone.

The next moment, the clone's palm turned into an ice blade, and a bone-chilling coldness instantly came from the right side.

Chen Beiwu subconsciously lowered his head to avoid the side attack, then held the Hantan Spirit Sword in his hand and activated his magic power.

"Buzz!"

The Cold Pond Spirit Sword only emitted a faint light before quickly falling silent.

"Can't you use the power of your spiritual weapon?"

When Chen Beiwu reacted, a layer of hazy white mist had already spread around his body, and the range of his spiritual consciousness was also suppressed to a certain extent by the mist.

This was his favorite mid-grade first-level magic when fighting against the enemy: Water Mist Magic.

boom!
At this moment, a thin blade compressed by a microscopic water flow instantly cut Chen Beiwu's right arm.

"Got you!"

Chen Beiwu's expression remained unchanged. His body, having lost his right arm, turned into flowing water and disappeared. The mirror clone behind him seemed to have been hit hard. His chest collapsed instantly and a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Cough cough!"

The mirror clone fell to the ground, coughed twice, and turned into a pool of water that spread on the ground.

However, a sudden crisis suddenly struck Chen Beiwu.

Chen Beiwu changed his hand seals and activated his magic power. The surrounding water surged and turned into thirty-six water columns that shot up into the sky. While forming a defense, it also blocked and restrained the figure that suddenly appeared above.

'wrong! ’

Chen Beiwu's figure flashed, and he urged Yufeng to jump high into the sky.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Countless blue water lines as thin as hair suddenly appeared at the place where Chen Beiwu was originally standing.

These water lines rose into the air, interwoven into a net, blocking the sky, and formed six unstoppable water blades at lightning speed, which then shot out, making a sharp sound of tearing the air.

It is no exaggeration to say that in terms of the power of the magic alone, this sudden attack can instantly break through the protective magic power of a ninth-level Qi training cultivator and kill him.

"Isn't it just a formality?" Chen Beiwu's eyes flickered slightly.

The battle just now has exposed a lot of magical information. If the battle continues, he will reveal more first-level magic from the Immortal Alliance.

"Come on, I'll finish you off with one strike!"

Chen Beiwu grasped the hilt and pulled hard, and the Cold Pond Spirit Sword behind him immediately unsheathed. The inability to use the power of spiritual weapons within the Sixth Heavenly Stage did not mean that the Cold Pond was useless.

After all, Hantan is a second-grade, top-grade spiritual weapon.

Even if its power is limited and it cannot activate the spell-breaking effect, the strength of the material of the spirit sword itself is far superior to that of first-level magic.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Chen Beiwu waved the Cold Pond and defeated the six water blades that were attacking him one by one. Then he swept his spiritual sense and slashed the magic sword in his hand fiercely at a pool of water that had spread on the ground since the beginning of the battle.

In an instant, the water stains on the stairs turned into mirror clones.

Surprise appeared on his face, and his palms condensed into ice blades. A second before the Hantan Spirit Sword was about to chop off his neck, he stabbed towards Chen Beiwu's throat with lightning speed.

"Want to die together? Then I'll grant your wish!"

Sensing the mirror clone's intention, Chen Beiwu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he advanced instead of retreating.

"call out!"

"Pfft!"

The moment the Hantan Spirit Sword cut off his head, Chen Beiwu felt a pain in his throat, as if something had pierced his body, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"I am the winner after all!"

Chen Beiwu moved his wrist, mobilized his magic power to grip the hilt of the sword, and then slashed down fiercely, cutting the mirror clone in front of him into two halves, determining the outcome of the battle.

"Crack!"

The next moment, with the sound of a mirror shattering, the world in front of Chen Beiwu suddenly changed, turning into a blue and cloudless sky.

He was slightly startled and reached out to touch his neck. He could vaguely feel a trace of pain, but there were no scars left, as if the previous battle was just an illusion.

"When two meet on a narrow road, the brave prevails. My guess turned out to be correct."

Chen Beiwu looked around and what came into view was a vast sea of ​​steaming and surging clouds.

He looked down, and everything below the mountain, even the river, seemed as tiny as a silver thread, and a sense of heroism suddenly rose in his heart.

"Junior brother, please follow me."

Hearing this, Chen Beiwu subconsciously turned around and looked towards the source of the voice.

At some point, a figure as cold and clear as the moon quietly appeared behind him.

As the breeze blew, the hazy veil like moonlight undulated slightly, revealing a pair of cold eyes.

……

At the same time, in the main peak of Jingyue, the Elder Hall.

"He is fearless in the face of danger and has extraordinary courage. This little guy is good and is a good candidate for alchemy." The shadow in the Alchemy Hall nodded slightly, with an appreciative tone.

In the eyes of Jindan Zhenren, Chen Zi'ang's mirror-knocking battle may be a little immature, but everyone has been young.

When she was sixteen, she was only a second-level alchemist.

Not to mention fighting, he couldn't even kill the chicken before plucking it, and ended up letting a hairless chicken run out of the kitchen alive and kicking.

"This boy is determined. I think the Weapon Refining Hall is more suitable for him than the Alchemy Hall. Otherwise, Senior Brother Zhu would not have given him the Cold Pond Spirit Sword." Another golden elixir shadow said.

Chen Zi'ang's performance of knocking on the mirror this time was outstanding.

If she hadn't reminded him that Chen Zi'ang was a disciple that Senior Brother Zhu valued very much, the Jindan elders present might have taken advantage of Senior Brother's absence and followed the sect's entry procedures to compete to accept him as a disciple.

"No, no, since this boy can control the first-level water magic with ease and evolve many changes that conform to the principles of heaven and earth, it shows that he has excellent talent in magic and is more suitable to enter the Transmission Hall." The phantom of the Transmission Hall retorted.

His life span is coming to an end, so he needs to find a successor to inherit the Taoist tradition of the Transmission Hall.

Although the first-level magic that Chen Ziang displayed during the fight was somewhat immature, it also demonstrated the plasticity of his talent.

In comparison, although Zhu Shaoyuan's name is famous, it can't scare him. At most, he can just fight.

(End of this chapter)