I traveled through time and space to become an immortal, but I died at the beginning

The tip of the sword points straight to the sky, but the blade is facing himself. The power has already taken shape and can strike at any time.

He looked at the sword and actually felt a little familiar with it. He was familiar with the flying sword that was the life-saving magic weapon of Xuan Kun, the ancestor of the Five Elements Sect and the Xuan Family, who died in their hands.

That flying sword was different from this one. It was not surrounded by five colors, and was not as powerful as this one. Moreover, it had already self-destructed, so it could not be that one.

Just as Ling Huan was thinking, Xuan Kun shouted, "Ling Huan, Fen Yu and Yu Chen have both been hit by this move of mine. Now I'll let you try it too. Sword—slash!"

As the word "kill" came out, the giant sword came down with tremendous momentum, pointing directly at Ling Huan.

Ling Huan's eyes trembled, and he shouted, "Get out of here!"

He swung the fan with all his strength, and the white gust of wind hit the jumping blue fire shadow that was rushing towards him, trying to force it back.

Ling Huan turned around and took a quick step, shaking the space he stepped on, and was about to flee from this place, wanting to escape the attack range of the giant sword.

He had just teleported a distance when he discovered that although the giant magic sword was huge, it was much faster than him, and he did not escape the attack range of the giant sword.

Seeing that there was no escape, he raised his hand and made a hand seal. His life-saving magic weapon, the Bai Ling Fan, rose from the sky, and crazy pink spiritual power was injected into it. A fan-shaped shadow appeared behind the Bai Ling Fan, with two red and white gems on both sides. Ling Huan wanted to block the giant sword directly.

"Come on! I want to see how powerful your sword is. How could my wife and senior brother die at the hands of you, an early Nascent Soul cultivator? If you want me to believe it, I will only believe that you have other helpers." Ling Huan roared with a ferocious look on his face.

Yes, he didn't believe it. Even if Xuan Kun had the help of the ghost fire, his wife also had the Hehuan Sect's large array spirit dragon, as well as more than a dozen Jindan cultivators and a group of Qi-refining and foundation-building cultivators from the Hehuan Sect. Even with the help of the large array spirit dragon, Xuan Kun could be exhausted to death.

Not to mention his senior brother Yu Chen, who is a real mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with all kinds of skills. It is impossible for him to lose to an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator just by relying on the Yin Ling Mist.

But he didn't know that it was the ghost fire he mentioned, the ghost cold flame that cleverly passed through the sect formation of the Hehuan Sect and entered the Hehuan Sect.

It was this ghost fire that ignored Yu Chen's Yin Ling Mist's isolation of his spiritual consciousness, as well as the restraining means that could counter a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

The last point is that Ling Huan could never have guessed that Xuan Kun possessed a rare infant-killing pearl.

On the battlefield, just as Ling Huan was concentrating his spiritual power to block the giant sword from coming down, the giant sword stopped.

Ling Huan, who was always tense, couldn't help but change his expression when he saw this. He looked in the direction of the giant sword and saw Xuan Kun, who had a serious expression on his face, as if he was tense. He raised his hand, made a gesture and slashed out, but was slowly pulling his hand back, stopping the giant sword from slashing out.

Xuan Kun saw Ling Huan looking at him with a serious and tense expression, and smiled back.

"Not good!" Ling Huan cried out inwardly, and quickly pulled his raised hand down. He saw the dark blue ghost fire approaching silently below.

Ling Huan was unable to defend himself in time, and the protective spiritual light of his body lit up.

With a "ping" sound, he failed to block it. As the protective spiritual light of his body was shattered, Ling Huan was hit by the impact force and flew backwards in the air.

The dark blue flame followed closely, and when it was about to touch Ling Huan's body, two talismans appeared around Ling Huan, and a golden light flashed, forming two golden shields in front of him.

【Golden Light Spirit Shield Talisman】(Advanced Beginner Talisman)

The dark blue flames once again hit the two layers of golden light shields above it.

The two layers of golden shield light could not hold out for long, and signs of cracks appeared. In a moment, they shattered into pieces.

But with the delay of these two golden shield lights, Ling Huan's magic weapon had already flown back to protect its master. A silver iron fan wrapped in pink spiritual power had already blocked in front of Ling Huan, stopping the ghost cold flame's attack.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, their spirits exploded and they separated and retreated backwards. Bai Lingshan directly hit Ling Huan.

There was a "pop" sound.

Ling Huan was hit by his own magical weapon and spat out a mouthful of blood, spilling onto the spot.

After stabilizing his body, he controlled his life-saving magic weapon with one hand and covered his chest with the other hand. It was obvious that he was hit hard.

"Cough~cough——puff".

He couldn't help coughing, and then another mouthful of blood spurted out, which made him feel much better.

With two "buzzing" sounds, the red and white beads flew back and protected him on both sides. He had just spat out two mouthfuls of blood and was obviously slightly injured.

He covered his chest and was about to look up and curse, but he found that a shadow was covering him. It was the giant sword condensed by Xuan Kun.

"You really don't even give me a chance to breathe!" Ling Huan's face was pale, his eyes were dead, but he said this with a miserable smile on his face.

At this critical moment, the Nascent Soul cultivator's reaction ability was extremely fast. He hurriedly gathered his spiritual power and raised his life-saving magic weapon, the Bai Ling Fan, with both hands tightly clenched.

"Bam—"

With a loud bang, the giant sword fell, and the pink spiritual power around Ling Huan exploded and spread out at a crazy fast speed.

Although Bai Lingyun was suppressed by the Five Elements Flying Sword which had transformed into a giant sword, Ling Huan's hand holding the magic weapon to resist was slowly pressed down.

Xuan Kun watched this scene from a distance with a frown on his face. The sword in his hand was trembling at this moment. He snorted coldly and said lightly, "Huh! He's not dead yet. His reaction is quite fast."

Then, the spirit communicated with the distant place: "Ghost Lengyan, I don't have much spiritual power. Go! Kill him!"

Upon hearing this, the ghost Leng Yan, who had just been forced to retreat, disappeared from the spot without saying a word. He jumped towards Ling Huan, wanting to put a perfect end to this battle with the Huan Sect.

Ling Huan, who was struggling to hold on, was now being suppressed by a giant sword surrounded by five-colored aura. The powerful aura coming from the giant sword was pressing him down all the time.

"How can a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage like me have such a powerful sword? Moreover, his spiritual power is much stronger than mine. I feel that the concentration of his spiritual power is much higher than mine." Ling Huan thought to himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the dark blue fire shadow that he had just forced back was jumping towards him again. Ling Huan had already experienced how powerful it was just now.

Two high-level and low-level golden light spiritual shield talismans can activate a spiritual shield comparable to that of the early Nascent Soul stage. Together with his own protective spiritual light, three shield lights blocked his attack, and he was slightly injured.

Thinking of the golden spiritual shield talisman, it was given to him by his wife Fen Yu, because Fen Yu felt that if he went north with Yu Chen, it would be full of dangers, and she herself was in the sect and would not need it at all. She did not expect that this farewell would be a farewell forever.

But this is the nature of cultivators. They cultivate immortality and seize the fortune of heaven and earth. They never know when they will die. This is the fate of cultivators.

Those who survive can pursue the highest realm and achieve the supreme path.

Ling Huan watched the dark blue flame approach, and a strong desire to survive burst out in his eyes.