Longevity: Start by practicing the ruthless way

In another direction, the big black dog threw out 108 black flags, directly sealing off this place and cutting off all of Sikong Lingyun's escape routes.

"Qianhe..." Sikong Lingyun's face changed color. When he saw the big black dog appear here, he knew that Gu Chi must have come too.

He quickly looked in the other direction and saw a young woman wearing a dark purple Taoist robe, a long ponytail, and two long straight swords slung across her waist, slowly walking towards him.

"You..." Sikong Lingyun frowned. Jiang Chengji alone was enough to kill him, and now even Qianhe, a freak who could be called a demon, got involved. If things went wrong, he might die here today.

"Where are you going, Brother Lingyun? Do you need us to give you a ride?" Gu Chi had a harmless smile on his face, bright and charming.

Sikong Lingyun's face was as gloomy as water and he did not respond. He would rather fight to the death with Jiang Chengji than confront Gu Chi.

Because even if he loses to Jiang Chengji, at least he won't die too miserably. If he fights with Gu Chi, he will simply be asking for trouble.

He couldn't win in close combat, and he couldn't win using his magical powers at a distance. It was a completely one-sided crushing defeat, and there was no way to win.

"Murong Zhixiu, do you dare to fight me alone?" Sikong Lingyun targeted Murong Zhixiu, who had the weakest combat power, and wanted to use him as a breakthrough point to find an opportunity to break out.

"Am I sick? Why should I fight you one-on-one when I can gang up on you?" Murong Zhixiu didn't fall for it at all.

"That's right, why fight one-on-one when you can gang up on the opponent?" Gu Chi stepped forward and pressed forward, and Murong Zhixiu and the big black dog also moved forward.

"You don't have to take action. Let me deal with him from beginning to end." Jiang Chengji stopped them from going forward to put pressure.

Sikong Lingyun was furious. He was one of the most powerful men among the younger generation of Xuanyuan Immortal Palace, and was even listed as one of the candidates for the position of Holy Son. But now he was looked down upon by these people.

"kill!"

Sikong Lingyun activated the Xuanyuan Tiangong, causing the snow to tremble. A dazzling holy light flooded the world. His energy and blood surged into the sky, like a blazing divine furnace burning fiercely.

The holy light of Xuanyuan Tiangong can purify everything and is said to be invulnerable to all kinds of attacks. At the same time, its attack and killing power is also amazing. It is the supreme inheritance of Xuanyuan Xian Palace.

"Destroy the Dharma!"

Jiang Chengji gave a light shout, raised his hand and cast a mountain-like seal, which rumbled across the sky. Wherever it passed, large areas of the surrounding space collapsed, and large areas of holy light were wiped out.

"Cut off the body!"

Jiang Chengji's black hair was flying in disorder, and he possessed an invincible spirit that could swallow mountains and rivers.

He stretched out his hands, and a black magic sword emerged from the void in front of him. It penetrated the void in an instant and pierced through Sikong Lingyun's left shoulder.

"what--"

Sikong Lingyun staggered backward and hurriedly summoned a small silver tower.

The small tower was only the size of a finger at first, but it quickly grew larger in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it had become the size of a mountain, and the sky was filled with silver light.

Jiang Chengji was not afraid at all. He pulled the black magic sword up against the sky and slashed directly at the Yinhui Immortal Tower.

With a light "crack" sound, the spiritual weapon was pierced through at once.

"The world of fairy light and fantasy glass!" Sikong Lingyun shouted and directly showed his innate vision.

This is a small world full of fairy light. He stands in the center of heaven and earth, surrounded by thousands of auspicious colors, as if a god from heaven has descended to the mortal world.

The immortal light was endless, and thousands of divine rays were like thousands of dragons emerging from their nests, piercing towards Jiang Chengji.

"Zheng!"

Jiang Chengji decisively summoned his own natal weapon, a broadsword weighing a thousand pounds, which seemed to be able to split the sky and the earth when swung.

"Kill me!"

His long hair fluttered wildly, and the overwhelming sword power transformed into a ferocious tiger. He stared at the myriad divine clouds and roared forward. When his body was about to be pierced and obliterated, he slapped Sikong Lingyun with one claw, causing him to fly sideways and fall out of his vision.

Blood oozed from the corner of Sikong Lingyun's mouth. Without a second thought, he turned around and ran away. Face and dignity were not as important as his own life. He wanted to force his way out of the isolation formation set up by the big black dog.

Jiang Chengji did not chase after him. He stood still and raised his hand to point at the air in front of him. A pitch-black magic sword pierced straight into the back of Sikong Lingyun's head.

"what……"

The latter screamed miserably, and all the spiritual weapons and magic tools he summoned were unable to stop him. Even the protective holy light of Xuanyuan Tiangong was directly pierced through.

"puff"

There was another bloody hole on his body that was transparent from front to back.

He made up his mind and stopped flying. He wanted to use the forbidden method of Xuanyuan Tiangong, burn the original power, and die together with his opponent.

Jiang Chengji didn't give him the chance. His roar shook the sky, as if ten thousand lions were roaring at the same time, shaking people's souls.

Sikong Lingyun screamed, blood gushing from all seven orifices, and fell heavily from a high altitude onto the ice field.

Murong Zhixiu was the first to rush over, and he stepped on Sikong Lingyun's chest with one foot, saying, "You're no match for me. You collapsed before we could even beat you up."

Sikong Lingyun was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted.

"How are you going to deal with him? Kill him directly?" Gu Chi looked at Jiang Chengji.

"It would be a loss to kill him directly. We can suppress him first, and then ask Xuanyuan Immortal Palace to redeem him with rare treasures." Jiang Chengji said.

Four days later, with the help of the big black dog, they rearranged several magic arrays and finally waited for the Holy Maiden of Daoxuan League.

Murong Zhixiu stood alone on the only way in and out of Yuchan Palace, while Gu Chi, Jiang Chengji and others hid around.

The Saint of Daoxuan League looked to be no more than twenty years old. She was dressed in a fluttering purple robe and stood in the snow, like a purple fairy flower.

She had a slender figure, a slim waist, and dancing hair. She was surrounded by a misty purple aura, and her stunning face was hazy and unclear.

She stood quietly in the wind and snow, as if she was one with the world. She was clearly right in front of her, yet there seemed to be an endless distance between them.

Murong Zhixiu was secretly shocked. This woman had a natural charm of Taoism, but he couldn't even see through her specific realm of cultivation.

"Fairy from the Daoxuan League, I have known you for such a long time, but I haven't asked for your name yet. May I know what you call me?" Murong Zhixiu asked with a chuckle.

"Zixiao." The Daoxuan League Saintess' voice was calm, without any major emotional fluctuations. She said, "Seeing your fearless attitude, I'm sure you must have been preparing here for a long time. Tell all your friends hiding in the dark to come out."

Murong Zhixiu said, "What are you saying, Saint Zixiao? I don't actually want to be your enemy."

"Really?" Saint Zixiao said calmly, "Then why did you hire someone to set up a trap here to block my path?"

Murong Zhixiu smiled and said, "I have absolutely no ill will towards the Saint. I just want to invite you to visit my Liqing City."