Chapter 448： What Canglan, I am Fu Zhizhou (4k2, please subscribe

Chapter 448 What Canglan, I am Fu Zhizhou (4k2, please subscribe)

The distance from the inner gate to the outer gate is not that far. With Qiao Gao's speed, it only took him less than two quarters of an hour to reach the agreed upon location.

Not long.

  Qiao Gao and Fu Zhizhou successfully met in a woodshed on the cliff at the outer gate.

“Follow me!” Seeing that Fu Lin had obtained it, Fu Zhizhou did not hesitate and immediately took out the “Instant Teleportation Array” and prepared to teleport away from the Hehuan Sect.

After a moment, a crystal yellow formation gate was projected out in mid-air and gradually took shape.

However, Fu Zhizhou was also very loyal and did not leave Qiao Gao alone. Instead, he held his hand and prepared to take him away with him.

However-

Shortly after the three people jumped into the teleportation array, a powerful aura suddenly appeared, directly disrupting the space channel formed by the "instant teleportation array" with great magic power.

next moment.

Fu Zhizhou and the other three who were teleporting were instantly squeezed out by the space channel, and the transmission was forced to stop.

At the same time, the Crystal Yellow Formation Gate also fell from the sky and transformed into the original hexagonal formation disk again.

“Canglan, it’s not that easy for you to escape from the Hehuan Sect.”

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At this time, a sharp and sinister laugh came from far outside the woodshed.

Laughter from far to near.

When it was about to be exhausted, two solid pink ghost claws broke into the house in an instant and fiercely grabbed Fu Zhizhou, who was wearing a bamboo hat on his head and a black scarf on his face.

“Ancestor Ning Yan?” After Fu Zhizhou saw the aura on the pink ghost claws, his expression suddenly changed slightly and he looked a little ugly.

If he were in the wild, given his strength, he wouldn't be too afraid of the golden elixir master Ningyan Ancestor.

Even if you can't fight, there's still no big problem in escaping.

But the crux of the matter is.

At this moment, he is within the branch of Hehuan Sect. If you fight with Ancestor Ningyan for too long, it will inevitably attract attacks from other Hehuan Sect monks.

Furthermore, he also has Fu Lin as a burden, which lowers his combat effectiveness.

“Lin’er, you run away first!”

Fu Zhizhou made a decision in an instant. With a pinch of magic, he summoned a "Refined Corpse" and used it to take away Fu Lin and let him escape. Then he concentrated on dealing with the two ghost claws attacked by Ancestor Ning Yan.

As for Kilgour…

Now that Fu Zhizhou cannot protect himself, how can he care too much about this demonic spy who is not familiar with him?

However, after this delay, Fu Zhizhou undoubtedly ran out of time to deal with the two pink ghost claws.

Boom! Boom!

Two loud bangs exploded in the air.

The woodshed was instantly razed to the ground, and Fu Zhizhou, who was in the woodshed, immediately floated out of the air. He grunted, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body took a few steps back in the aftermath of the magic power, and then he barely regained his composure.

Compared to Fu Zhizhou, Qiao Gao, who was still in the woodshed just now, was in even worse condition.

This kind of confrontation between golden elixirs is beyond what Kilgour can react to.

He only felt that as soon as he was forced out of the space channel, he was violently knocked out by the inexplicable spell's aftermath, and then unfortunately he was seriously injured.

"Master...Master?" On the ground, Qiao Gao, who was in ragged clothes and covered with injuries, looked a little pale and bloodless after seeing the ancestor Ning Yan who was confronting Fu Zhizhou from a distance.

At this time, he still didn't understand that the old devil, Patriarch Ningyan, had already figured out his plan for the past three months, but he had kept it secret in order to lure him into a trap.

“Master, this disciple is forced to do so. I have been given a poisonous elixir and I dare not disobey my order.”

“It’s just a disciple who has always been loyal to his master. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have repeatedly given hints to his master when he acted...”

After thinking about it, a cold sweat broke out on Qiorgo's forehead. Without hesitation, he immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Ancestor Ningyan and begged for mercy.

However, Qiao Gao’s begging for mercy obviously did not earn the forgiveness of Patriarch Ningyan.

Ancestor Ningyan showed an indifferent look on his face, glanced at Qiao Gao lightly, and said with a sneer: "You are a bastard. After I finish dealing with Cang Lan, I will refine you into a Yang Cauldron and then dispose of you."

These words are not only the consistent behavior style of ancestor Ning Yan, but also the consistent behavior style of other high-level demon monks.

Ancestor Ningyan didn’t realize there was a mistake.

However, what Patriarch Ningyan didn't know was that Master Qiao also had a piece of information that could cost her her life.

"Old guy, even if you kill me, Senior Fu will avenge me." After Qiao Gao wagged his tail and begged for mercy for a while, he lowered his head, with a hint of hatred in his eyes, and a hint of revenge. Pleasure.

…

The outer gate of Hehuan Sect's branch is not far from its mountain gate.

Therefore, after sensing that the zombies had taken Fu Lin away from the Hehuan Sect's branch, Fu Zhizhou, who was fighting and retreating, no longer wanted to continue fighting with the ancestor Ning Yan.

He said, "Heavenly corpse comes out," and he separated a refined corpse with an aura similar to his, to fight on his behalf, while the original body was ready to flee.

“Canglan, didn’t your apprentice tell you that I have mastered your three-corpse secret technique a long time ago?”

Seeing this scene, Ancestor Ningyan was not anxious. She laughed sarcastically, opened her mouth and spat out a stream of green mist, which turned into a green spike and shot out quickly.

This green spike was extremely fast. The moment Fu Zhizhou's "Heavenly Corpse" came out, it easily broke through its magic shield and was nailed deep between his eyebrows.

In an instant, Fu Zhizhou pressed the "celestial corpse" at the bottom of the box into a piece of trash, unable to move and useless.

“A third-level, high-grade corpse-suppressing nail?” Fu Zhizhou’s pupils narrowed, and he secretly said, “Not good.”

Although the Corpse Suppressing Nail is not a powerful magic weapon, it can work wonders for corpse path monks like him and has a special restraining effect.

And this can be regarded as a drawback of the corpse path secret technique.

Before coming, Fu Zhizhou had expected that Ancestor Ningyan might be on guard against him, but he did not expect that Ancestor Ningyan would be so well-prepared, even finding a third-level top-grade corpse-suppressing nail.

Then, Fu Zhizhou looked up at the sky and found that at this moment, all the sect-protecting formations of the Hehuan Sect's branch had been activated.

This means that except for using brute force to break through this path, other means, such as small moving talismans and other space treasures, are of no use.

At this moment, Fu Zhizhou also understood.

Just now, he asked Lianshi to take Fu Lin to escape first. This contingency plan also fell into the calculation of ancestor Ningyan.

The purpose is to make him consciously stay behind, and then use this to eliminate his chance of escape step by step!

As for Fu Lin’s side…

I'm afraid someone is out there and intercepted it in advance.

"There is a third brother outside Hehuan Sect to greet you. Lin'er should be fine. But things are not going well here."

Fu Zhizhou sighed secretly, feeling sad.

Three months ago, he had just met Wei Tu and had just solved the problem of his soul. On the path of Jindan, I have a certain degree of confidence.

This time, he also planned to take off the disguise of the old monster after rescuing Fu Lin, meet his only remaining heir, and recognize his relatives again...

But now, it’s all in vain!

If nothing unexpected happens, he will soon fall here and die in the hands of Ancestor Ningyan.

Even though Fu Zhizhou knew that his third brother "Wei Tu" had already achieved the realm of Yuanying, he knew better that Wei Tu, the ancestor of Yuanying, was only a newly promoted Yuanying.

He simply had no ability to force his way into the Hehuan Sect's helm, which was waiting for him, and then stepped forward to take him away.

This is different from when he helped Wei Tu.

At this time, behind Wei Tu, there is no Fengwu monk from Zhenwuxian City. He is alone!

If he took the risk to rescue him, he would probably be in a desperate situation! What's more, Wei Tu also had to take care of his son Fu Lin at this time.

For this reason alone, in terms of time, Wei Tu would be too late!

“Death! I need someone to support me!”

Fu Zhizhou had a ruthless look on his face, turned his head to look at the Ningyan Ancestor who was confronting him in the distance, and slowly clenched his fists.

Then, he turned his palm over, and there was a bright silver spear in his hand.

"Spear? Magical weapon?" Ancestor Ningyan frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.

The magical weapons used by monks in martial arts fighting generally include special magical weapons such as umbrellas and tripods. As for ordinary magical weapons, they generally focus on small size and concealment.

She has been practicing for eight hundred years and has not seen many spear-like magic weapons.

After all, this object is a little bulky in a battle of arts, far inferior to the same type of sword-shaped magic weapon and knife-shaped magic weapon.

At least, in the information she inquired about, she had never heard of old monster Canglan using a spear weapon.

However, before Patriarch Ningyan could be confused, Fu Zhizhou, who had taken out the bright silver spear, swung forward and stabbed her diagonally with the spear.

“What kind of play is this?”

“A mortal warrior?”

Ancestor Ningyan was immediately stunned. If Fu Zhizhou was a body-refining monk, she could understand using such methods. However, if a corpse path monk used this method, he would undoubtedly use a short attack to achieve long results.

“Little trick!” A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of Ancestor Ningyan. She raised her hand gently to block the bright silver spear coming from an angle, and at the same time planned to use her powerful magic power to directly injure Fu Zhizhou.

As a peak-level Golden elixir expert, she was naturally full of confidence when facing Fu Zhizhou's "mid-stage Golden elixir" cultivation.

However-

When the bright silver spear is really on the verge.

Ancestor Ningyan instantly felt the heaviness of Mount Tai from above.

This blow was obviously not something she could easily withstand.

“The killing move?” The corners of Ancestor Ningyan’s mouth slightly curled up, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face again.

However, although he looked sarcastic on the surface, in fact, Patriarch Ningyan did not take it seriously in his heart.

Her right hand also had a white silk glove in this short moment.

This white silk glove is also an extraordinary magic weapon. It suddenly bloomed with deep blue brilliance and condensed into a thick light shield.

next moment.

Two magical instruments are connected.

The bright silver spear stabbed the white silk glove with the force of the mountain.

Well!

The two magic weapons were not affected, but Patriarch Ningyan and Fu Zhizhou could not help but feel their blood boiling, and their magic bodies received a certain amount of heavy blows.

"Death to me!" Ancestor Ningyan's eyes showed a cold light, she changed her strategy, her palms turned into claws, and she slashed at the heart of Fu Zhizhou who was close to her, as if she wanted to dig out his heart as well.

However, at this moment, Fu Zhizhou, who was experienced in combat, suddenly turned the bright silver spear into a thorn, and swung it towards the head of Ancestor Ningyan with great strength.

Seeing this, Ancestor Ningyan could only retreat temporarily, turned his claws into palms, and grabbed Fu Zhizhou's spear to resist the heavy blow.

But at this moment.

The barrel of the bright silver spear suddenly changed, and two fist-sized mummy heads stretched out, stretched their necks, and bit into the arms of Ancestor Ningyan.

“Spirit and martial arts unite?” At this time, Ancestor Ningyan finally saw clearly the tactics used by Fu Zhizhou.

It’s just that, how could this combat method, which was still effective during the Qi training and foundation building stages, be still used today by Old Monster Canglan, a veteran golden elixir?

But soon, Ancestor Ningyan no longer dared to look down upon the tactics used by this low-level monk.

Other spells, combined with martial arts, may not be worth mentioning, but this obviously does not include the secret skills of the corpse path.

Under the secret technique of corpse path, Fu Zhizhou's body is not only as powerful and hard as the corpse, but also while attacking her, the bright silver spear in his hand is also continuously performing various functions. The unique skills of the zombie path made it difficult for her to guard against it.

“Canglan, I didn’t expect that after you took the body, your methods became more powerful than before.”

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Ancestor Ningyan seized the opportunity and walked away. She glanced at Fu Zhizhou in the distance and couldn't help but praise him.

Without this method, how could the "Old Monster Cang Lan" who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core, be able to fight against her, who was at the peak of the Golden Core, for such a long time.

"Canglan?" Fu Zhizhou laughed loudly after hearing this, with a bit more disdain in his tone, "This old guy has been devoured by me a long time ago. Ningyan, you witch, remember, you are fighting against me now, It’s not the old monster Canglan, but me, the old monster Tianzhi Fu Zhizhou!”

Fu Zhizhou spoke loudly.

As he was about to die, he had no intention of hiding his identity.

·When he was alive, he could not live an upright life, and was forced to walk the world as an "old monster with a corpse in the sky". I dare not recognize my brother or son.

Now that he is dying, he wants to change his "way of death" and die in an upright manner!

“After four hundred years of practice, Fu Zhizhou has no regrets about his path!”

Fu Zhizhou shouted loudly, then took the bright silver spear and killed the ancestor Ningyan, and the Hehuan sect monks who were besieging him at this moment.

Ancestor Ningyan didn’t care about Fu Zhizhou’s insults. She was more concerned about Fu Zhizhou’s true identity.

“Fu Zhizhou?”

“Are you Fu Lin’s biological father?”

"I see."

Ancestor Ningyan had a sneer on his lips.

At this moment, she finally understood why "Old Monster Canglan" wanted to take action against her niece Leng Yuyuan, and she wanted to help Fu Lin get rid of her bonds regardless of offending her.

There is no other reason. The phrase "father-son relationship" is enough to explain all this.

"But it is a pity that you and your son will die together today."

"You are not Canglan, you are better than Fu Zhizhou, and you can better relieve the hatred in my heart."

Ancestor Ningyan said calmly.

After finishing speaking, she waved her sleeves and robe, signaling to the Hehuan Sect monks present to form a battle formation and directly use the power of the entire army to kill Fu Zhizhou to death.

She is not a martial artist, so she will not talk about martial arts spirit and fight alone with Fu Zhizhou.

Furthermore, facing Fu Zhizhou, a lone wolf with death intentions, even though she was a major cultivator of the golden elixir, she could not help but feel some fear at this moment.

Although he was no match for her, it was not too difficult for him to fight hard and get her seriously injured.

“Don’t kill him right away.”

“Wait until I come back, and then we’ll work on it slowly.”

Ancestor Ning Yan turned her head and walked through the air. She planned to bring back the escaped Fu Lin, and then cut him into pieces in front of Fu Zhizhou's biological father, killing him bit by bit to pay homage to Leng Yuyuan's death. Undead.

However-

at this time.

A terrifying coercion suddenly descended from the sky and pressed on the body of Ancestor Ningyan, causing him to almost fall from the air.

“Who to kill? Who to concoct?”

“Ning Yan, do you want to say this again?”

At the same time, a joking voice slowly sounded in the ears of Ancestor Ningyan.

(End of this chapter)