"Um?"

Suddenly, Li Qinglin frowned and looked up at the sky above Leifeng Mountain.

Then he sensed a sharp aura that almost broke through the purple sky and fell recklessly on the mountain protection formation of Yungu Leifeng.

"Lei Yuanzhong, could you have expected this day?!"

Twisted and swirling air waves emerged outside the formation, revealing a middle-aged man with a gloomy temperament and a long sword on his back.

All the martial arts energy and blood condensed into substance.

It even affects the air flow, and with extremely delicate control, it intervenes with the opposing air flow and uses it to float in the air.

Behind him, there were nearly ten figures with blue and white flying wings on their backs. They seemed to be some kind of secret blood weapons, and their flapping caused wind and waves.

"Wu Yong? Alas, I accidentally killed your family back then, and I feel really guilty about that. But since you escaped with your life, why do you want to die again?"

Lei Yuanzhong, the master of Yungu Leifeng Peak, sighed.

Wu Yong's eyes were fierce and cold. When he heard this, the flesh on his face twitched. He could no longer hold back and let out a long roar. The blood in his body surged out like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Suddenly, a bloody little man flew out from between his eyebrows, holding a bloody sword.

The sword flashed! Boom! Boom! A deafening sound rang out.

The Yunguleifeng mountain protection formation suddenly shook, and rapid and disordered groans were heard.

"How is this possible? Is this a Nascent Soul?"

"Nascent Soul? How did a warrior like him cultivate to become a Nascent Soul?"

"Impossible. Wu Yong only has a mid-level spiritual root aptitude. It is not easy for him to refine a golden elixir. Moreover, he has already switched to martial arts. How could he possibly break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

"This is the new path for those warriors! What on earth have the old-fashioned body cultivators come up with? This move will surely bring about divine punishment!"

As soon as the bloody little man appeared, everyone was filled with fear.

Even Lei Yuanzhong and Yuxu Zhenren hesitated for a moment. They saw that although the bloody man had a strong aura and even caused strange phenomena in heaven and earth, it did not contain the power of laws unique to the Nascent Soul realm.

Only then did I feel relieved.

Lei Yuanzhong was furious. At this moment, the Juxiajiebing Dojo had not yet ended, so he could not retreat.

As long as they take a step back, Yungu Leifeng’s prestige will be destroyed.

"You are an evil heretic, pretending to be a Nascent Soul. I think your so-called martial arts is nothing more than this!"

Lei Yuanzhong took a step forward and the two men fought in an instant.

The blood, fire and golden light of magic power visible to the naked eye intertwined and collided to create a large distorted area that even the Qigong practitioners could not see clearly.

Crack!

Crack!

Lightning snakes flew everywhere, and sword light covered the sky and the sun.

Lei Yuanzhong is a Jindan Zhenren who specializes in thunder magic. He has an innate advantage in the sky. He controls a giant Yuanci peak that has been refined into a magic weapon. With a casual strike, the entire peak will attract purple thunder dozens of feet long.

Boom!

A large area of ​​void was smashed by the giant magnetic peak, creating a hole that has not yet recovered, and the remaining electric arcs flickered unsteadily.

Wu Yong did not dodge or evade. The bloody little man came towards him with a sword in his hand. He was clearly as small as a blade of grass, but the surrounding him was so powerful that it made people's blood boil. During the collision, he was not inferior to the giant magnetic peak at all.

"The third transformation of the Source Infant - Spring and Autumn Transformation!"

Wu Yong shouted angrily, and secret patterns intertwined on the surface of the blood-colored figurine, instantly forming a special state of half withered and half translucent, exuding the charm of the vicissitudes of time.

"The Law of Time? Impossible!"

Upon seeing this, all the Jindan cultivators present changed their expressions drastically.

What did they see? A mortal who had practiced martial arts for less than a hundred years had actually avoided the disaster without the help of spiritual roots.

Just relying on Qi, blood, and spirit, he came up with a new method that had never been heard of or seen before! The third realm of martial arts, the source infant?! Deviating from the teachings, betraying the teacher and destroying the ancestors, this is against the principles of heaven and earth, and abandoning the method of the immortal! Lei Yuanzhong's face was as gloomy as water.

High in the sky, the withered and flourishing source infant and the huge Yuan magnetic peak kept colliding.

As time went by, Wu Yong's qi, blood, spirit and soul merged into one, his energy and spirit condensed, and he became braver and braver as time went by.

The courage and bravery in his body gradually overwhelmed Lei Yuanzhong.

Many immortal cultivators frowned deeply, feeling something was wrong.

But among the crowd, Li Qinglin vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Wu Yong's condition.

Despite his bravery, he could not hide his impatience.

Moreover, the martial arts that Li Qinglin practiced were perfected and deduced by dozens of generations over the next six hundred years.

The intention and sophistication are far beyond the martial arts of this era.

He could clearly see that the secret patterns on the surface of the Withered and Flourishing Source Infant were too complex and mysterious. When changing at high speed, the tolerance rate was extremely low, and it was inevitable that there would be collisions and offsets.

As a result, the so-called "Spring and Autumn Change" of this source infant is difficult to sustain.

If Li Qinglin's guess is correct, Wu Yong will definitely be defeated in ten breaths at most, unless there are other unusual changes.

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That was when Li Qinglin came up with the idea.

Boom! Suddenly,

A deafening roar was heard from inside Yungulei Peak.

The mountain protection formation trembled, the light dimmed a little, and then suddenly broke! More than a dozen mysterious people rushed out from the nine thunder peaks.

Li Qinglin also saw an acquaintance with bright eyes, white teeth and a beautiful face.

"Junior Brother Gao, please lend a hand."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Li Qinglin's ears.

Li Qinglin raised his eyebrows, and saw that this 'resurrected' Yan Qiannian, Senior Sister Yan, was being chased by several foundation-building deacons behind her.

"Evil creature! He actually betrayed the sect and helped the warriors destroy the formation base! He deserves to be killed!"

"Yan Qiannian! The sect has treated you well, why do you want to betray your master and ancestors?!"

The Foundation Building Deacon had an angry look on his face.

Senior Sister Yan said with a cold expression,

"I only have low-grade spiritual roots. Even after a hundred years of cultivation, I still cannot build a foundation. The secret method to improve the spiritual root qualifications is even listed as a forbidden technique of the sect. I have worked hard to accumulate Dao Gong for many years, but I can only get one tenth or one twelfth of it.

The path to immortality is hard to come by, but the path of martial arts may be another path to immortality!"

A foundation-building deacon surged with magical power and summoned the magical weapon Jackdaw Thorn. Thin cold rays of light quickly shuttled back and forth. Under the control of his spiritual consciousness, it suddenly accelerated and swept across Yan Qiannian's back, leaving a deep blood mark.

"Junior Brother Gao! I know you have hidden your strength. If you can help me today, I will definitely give you a treasure as a reward!"

Yan Qiannian's urgent voice sounded in his ears again.

Half a month ago, in the Temple of Goddess Tianfei, a powerful aura suddenly disappeared. Yan Qiannian investigated for a long time afterwards, and even confirmed it again and again with Wu Yong, but he did not find the owner of that aura.

A terrifying and absurd possibility arose in her heart.

So at this moment, even if there is only a one in ten million chance, she wants to grab it firmly.

As long as she escapes today, Wu Yong promises her that he will teach her his martial arts method, the Three Transformations of Yuanying!

Listening to Yan Qiannian's voice transmission, Li Qinglin remained silent, but a detached perspective emerged in his mind, looking down at the turmoil.

In the distance, Lei Yuanzhong and the other man were fighting.

The aftermath of the destruction of the Yungu Leifeng mountain protection formation nearby.

A group of warriors, unafraid of life and death, rushed into Leifeng to fight with the cultivators.

There are also other cultivators like the Yuxu Sect who sit on the sidelines and watch the changes.

All the scenes and sounds appeared in Li Qinglin's mind as if in slow motion.

(End of this chapter)