Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

But don't forget that the other parties are all old immortals with declining qi and blood, and their lifespans have long been over. They can prolong their lives and even break through the realm by absorbing the qi and blood of the creatures in the Xilan world.

His essence and energy are far inferior to that of an ordinary golden elixir.

Therefore, the opponent's combat power is discounted compared to that of the Jindan at the same level.

The combined combat power of the four of them is only that of an ordinary late Jindan level person.

Similar to Lu Zhiqiu's full-strength battle.

Sensing the rapid rise of Lu Zhiqiu's realm.

Yong Xiaodie exchanged glances with a few others, and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

They understand.

This time, I really have to show my true abilities.

No nonsense.

The five of them immediately brought their skills to the peak, using various weapons such as [Soul-Breaking Sword], [Rakshasa Whip] and [Netherworld Thorn] one after another.

Lu Zhiqiu casually picked up a branch, and after gently breathing in and out, the branch was covered with a layer of surging sword energy.

She let out a low cry, flipped her wrist, and the Six Techniques of Hanshan appeared again.

Walking on snow, standing by the pond, and brushing against bamboo.

His swordsmanship has already reached the level of Nascent Soul Technique, and is even more powerful than when he faced Xu Daotian.

Snowflakes suddenly fell, and the attacks of the five people seemed to be frozen in this world.

then.

It was shattered by the whistling sword energy.

"What a brilliant sword technique! Even in the Huagu Sect, it is considered top-notch."

Yong Xiaodie exclaimed.

She quickly looked at the other four people and said:

"Do you remember the combined attack method we practiced when we were in the sect?"

The four of them looked at each other, their faces showing difficulty.

Yong Xiaodie had a bad feeling in her heart.

A male Jindan scratched his head and smiled awkwardly:

"I remember the Five Demons Devouring Heaven Formation."

"But Sister Die, you also know that we have no rivals in the Xilan Realm. We spend all day either cultivating or going down to the mortal world to capture people for fun. The little memory of the formation in our heads has long been forgotten."

Yong Xiaodie cursed:

"Damn it, you bunch of pigs, don't even think about letting me sleep with you again. I'm afraid I'll be infected by you."

The other four people all lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

But that’s all I have to say.

The situation was urgent at this time, but Yong Xiaodie still suppressed her anger and transmitted the formation to the four people with her spiritual thoughts.

Although it was a last-minute effort, it was enough for the five of them to form a large formation.

Five powerful auras rose into the sky.

For a moment, the originally azure sky dimmed, and a faint blood-red hue appeared in the darkness.

The Long River of Clear Tears: Chapter 63: A Loving Father and a Filial Son

Just when Lu Zhiqiu was fighting with the Five Golden Pills of Huatian Sect.

The head of the Zheng family, who was not far away, was also watching the battle here with fear and trepidation.

He and several elders stood on the roof of an attic in the Zheng Mansion, watching the fight from afar.

The elder beside him asked:

"Master, who is that woman in white? She's even more powerful than the five immortals of Huatian Sect."

The head of the family was a fat man with a fat belly. He glared at him and said:

"You ask me, I'll ask who goes."

There was a hint of worry in the patriarch's eyes.

I really don’t know whether it is good or bad for these immortals to fight near the Zheng family.

Just when the head of the family and several elders were worried.

The sixteen-year-old young master of the Zheng family walked up.

He hugged his concubine beside him, drank some wine, and from time to time opened his mouth to take the peeled green grapes fed by the woman, and said with a smile:

"Dad, uncles, you are all here."

"I heard that there are immortals from the Huatian Sect fighting over there. Who is so powerful that he can fight against them? I want to take a look too."

The head of the family glanced at him, flicked his sleeves and said unhappily:

"Hmph, go drink your wine. With your limited Qi training level, how can you understand the tactics of these masters?"

The young master chuckled:

"Dad, what are you talking about? Aren't you only at the peak of the foundation building stage? How can you understand the battle of the golden elixir?"

The head of the family was so angry that he laughed and pretended to slap the guy.

Several elders beside him quickly pulled him back and consoled him:

"Your son is your own, brother, don't hit him. If he hurts you, who will take care of you in your old age?"

The head of the family sighed and could only give up.

Who made him spoil his child and make him behave like this?

He looked at his son with a complicated expression and said:

"You should leave quickly. I feel like this battle is out of place, especially that woman in white. She's very strange. I'm afraid you'll be in danger if you stay here."

The son smiled faintly and said:

"This Xilan Realm is the Xilan Realm of the Huatian Sect."

"There's no such thing as a god or immortal that even the Huatian Sect can't suppress. Dad, aren't you being too concerned?"

The other elders also echoed their son's words.

They feel that too.

It is impossible for anyone to survive under the command of the five Jindan masters of Huatian Sect, and it is even more impossible to take the opportunity to do something to them.

The head of the family was so angry that he repeatedly rubbed his chest and shouted angrily:

"You guys, why are you always speaking up for this prodigal son? If someone doesn't know, they would think you are his real father."

His son was silent for a moment, then suddenly said weakly:

"How about we do a blood test to test our relationship?"

"You just beat and scold me every day, and I don't think you are my real father."

The head of the family widened his eyes and could no longer bear it. He raised his foot and was about to kick the unfilial son away.

He squinted his eyes and said:

"Don't stop me, even if God shows up today, I'm going to kick this brat to death."

There was a thunderclap.

A lightning bolt as thick as a human waist struck the pavilion.

The head of the family felt a pang of fear in his heart.

I hope God will not really appear and stop me from teaching this unfilial son a lesson.

The son fell to the ground, pointed behind the master, and stammered:

"Dad, you, you look behind you."

The head of the family turned around suddenly.

This sight almost frightened me to death.

The six Jindans moved closer to the Zheng family as the fight went on.

The woman in white held a branch in one hand and strolled leisurely under the attack of five people.

The sword energy was everywhere, forming an absolute defensive space within three feet around him, which could not be broken through by any means.

The five immortals from the Huatian Sect joined forces to form a formation.

A blood-red spiritual power rushed straight into the sky, making the sky bloody. Thunder struck from time to time, consuming the sword energy of the woman in white.

It was this thunder that just struck the Zheng family.

crackle.

Another thunderclap exploded in the Zheng family. An elder was unable to dodge and his arm was shattered.

The female relatives brought by the young master of the Zheng family had no cultivation and had no time to escape, so they were directly chopped into a puff of black smoke.

Several people quickly dispersed.

Each flew in one direction.

The son showed fear on his face and hugged his father's thigh and said:

"Dad, can't you go talk to them and ask them to fight somewhere else?"

The owner of the house laughed out of anger:

"Who are you and who am I to be able to speak in front of them?"

"I'm only taking you with me because you're my son. If you want me dead, just tell me."

The son didn't dare to say anything more.

Even a playboy like him understood at this moment that this was not the time for him to act like a rogue and laugh.

not far away.

The fight between the six people became more and more intense.

Lu Zhiqiu's sword energy did not decrease, and he laughed while fighting:

"Don't you think this place looks familiar? Are you really going to hold back if you fight?"

Yong Xiaodie laughed:

"Of course I know that the Zheng family is one of the eight great families that pay blood and qi every year."

"But so what?"

"As long as we want, we can support ten, thirty, or even a hundred families at any time."

"We just find it troublesome. After we created the eight great families, we are too lazy to do more."

"After all, if we collect blood and energy later, the big head will be... ahem, why am I telling you so much? Don't even think about tricking us."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the people of the Huatian Sect did not continue to increase their efforts to collect blood and energy even though the Xilan Realm could still continue to exploit them.

Although the other party did not continue.

But Lu Zhiqiu could also guess that as more blood and energy were collected, the Huagu Sect would feel that the future of the Xilan Realm was promising, and they might even send a superior to lead them, which would constrain everyone's actions in the future.

But they themselves don't get much benefit.

Instead of wasting so much energy on making wedding dresses for others, it is better to be your own local emperor and live a happy and relaxed life.

It seems that these people are also well versed in the art of slacking off.