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Chapter 258: Cultivation of Immortality: Proving the Way by Killing 15

After hearing what Fu Qi said, Wu Yan was so angry that he spat out blood again.

He looked at the eldest disciple standing not far away, a person he once looked down upon.

Now the other party looked at him as if he were an ant that could be crushed to death at any time, which made him even more unbearable because he was used to the feeling of being superior.

Fu Qi's words touched his sore spot. He stood up with the sword in hand, took out the pill and swallowed it.

In today's battle, he must win no matter what means he uses.

On the other side, Bai Ling, who stayed in the cave, wanted to come out to see what was happening when he heard the thunder.

After all, this sudden bolt of thunder from a clear sky must be a big event.

When she stood at the entrance of the cave, she saw the purple lightning, but before she could be shocked for long, she saw an extremely terrifying sword energy slashing towards the sword tip.

She instinctively wanted to dodge, but now she had no spiritual power left and was captured by the sword energy. She could only stand there stupidly.

Only after the sword energy split the sword tip in half did she slowly come back to her senses from her shock, her face already extremely pale.

Seeing that the cave was half gone, she thought that if she had not come out just now, she might have died.

When she heard what Fu Qi said with his spiritual power, she couldn't believe it and immediately called the spirit beast given to her by her master to take her over.

When Bai Ling appeared, she saw the confrontation between her most respected master and Fu Qi.

She quickly shouted, "Master."

Naturally, she was very worried when she saw the blood on her master's body.

Wuyan didn't expect the young disciple to come, so she quickly asked the disciples to protect her, fearing that Fu Qi would hurt her.

Fu Qi saw their actions and smiled meaningfully, "It's a good thing that everyone is here now. I don't have to go through the trouble of looking for them one by one."

Wu Yan was stimulated by Fu Qi's words, and hurriedly stepped forward and took out his most treasured magical weapon, the Gui Yuan Fan.

Fu Qi squinted at the Guiyuan fan in his hand. It was indeed a good thing, but compared with the big sword in her hand, it was nothing special.

Wuyan opened the Guiyuan fan and input the spiritual power in his hand. Ice needles as thin as cow hair flew out from the fan and pointed directly at Fu Qi.

He is indeed a sinister old guy. If it were someone else, he might have fallen into his trap. These ice needles are all poisoned. If someone is stabbed, even a cultivator will find it difficult to resist.

Fu Qi picked up the big sword and made a sword flower. The majestic spiritual energy formed a transparent barrier.

Fu Qi blocked all the ice needles with a wave of his hand.

Fu Qi looked at Wuyan, gave a meaningful smile, and swept all the ice needles back.

The force was much stronger than his Guiyuan Fan. Wuyan didn't expect that the ice needles emitted by his Guiyuan Fan could be blocked so easily.

But he was not afraid and wanted to use the Guiyuan Fan to block the ice needles. However, he did not expect the ice needles to be so strong. Watching the ice needles moving forward inch by inch, he could only dodge sideways.

However, he did not expect to hear a painful scream. He suddenly felt something was wrong. When he turned around, he saw his second disciple Mu Shaoze covered in blood and wailing in pain. All the ice needles had pierced his body.

Wuyan's eyes were red with anger. He knew the power of those ice needles. Without the antidote, even the most powerful cultivator would not be able to withstand it.

But this time, in order to deal with Fu Qi, he had no intention of showing mercy, he just wanted Fu Qi to die. Even if there was an antidote, it would be useless.

But now seeing his disciple covered in blood, his body twitching and wailing, he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly took the antidote from his storage ring.

The antidote was of no use at all. Mu Shaoze's body began to fester, his wailing became louder and louder, and his flesh and blood slowly turned into a pool of blood.