You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 893 Purple Flame Female Earthly Immortal

Bing Zun was tempted, but he couldn't agree. The Thousand Machines Technique and the person behind Li Yuesu, who even he feared, were not really an option. After some thought, he said, "Xian Wu Zun's conditions are tempting, but it's a pity that the Thousand Machines Technique should be kept by the senior! Although this woman is a disciple of the Yuling Sect, she is different from most disciples. She is free and I can't control her. Whether she accepts or not depends on her opinion."

Zhong Ling was ecstatic when he heard this. Without the intervention of these venerables, he was quite experienced in dealing with these young people. After all, he had quietly influenced tens of thousands of geniuses in the Wuxiang Bell for hundreds of thousands of years and understood what these people wanted. It was not an exaggeration to say that he had his own experience.

The four guards and powerful officials heard the conversation between the venerables and understood that this bestowal was a good thing for people with low qualifications, but it might not be the case for the highly potential Li Yuesu!

"Protect the Saint!!"

Uncle Fu formed a sword gesture with his hands, and countless spiritual energies continued to condense, transforming into thousands of long swords surrounding him. Looking at Zhong Ling slowly approaching, his face changed. He had heard the words just now and knew it was not a good thing. He hurriedly shouted, "Xianwu Zun, if you want to take my Saint Girl away, you must first pass this test of mine."

Thousands of long swords pointed at the small figure like swimming dragons. The laws flowed on each sword blade, flashing a cold light and the power to distort space. The swords hummed, and wherever they passed, the space was shattered. The sharpness could be felt from a very far distance. Although it looked ordinary, one would suffer a great loss if he was not careful.

Thousands of sword rains that had returned to their original state locked onto the villain. On the other side, the three people behind Uncle Fu actually worked together to cast out a golden rope with a strong Taoist aura, and rushed towards the villain as if it had something in mind.

"Immortal Binding Rope?" Zhong Ling was also startled. After seeing it clearly, she sneered, "It's just a replica. It's 70% similar. The real Immortal Binding Rope collapsed several eras before I was born."

Amidst the rain of swords and the immortal-binding ropes, Zhong Ling continued to slowly approach, but for some reason, the tiny body became increasingly dazzling.

Uncle Fu and the other three powerful men suddenly activated their magic spells. The sword spells and the immortal-binding ropes had already solidified in the void and could not be moved at all. They were like puppets, their bodies were stiff for a moment, and this space was frozen by a mysterious force.

"I have been roaming the spiritual realm for over twenty thousand years, and my cultivation has even reached the threshold of becoming an immortal. After my death, I became a spirit of an artifact and lived for hundreds of thousands of years! After such a long period of accumulation, and the perfection of thousands of Dao seeds, the Wuxiang Bell has been placed in Xianwu City for so many years without being taken away. Do you think I am a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others?"

Bing Zun frowned. This move was something he hadn't expected. "As expected of Xianwu Zun, the spirit of a weapon that has been deceased for hundreds of thousands of years is still as powerful as a peerless one. It shouldn't be underestimated."

With a long sigh, it seems that the Thousand Machine Secret is not so easy to obtain.

On the other hand, the other venerables seemed to have realized something when they looked at Zhong Ling's body.

The four attendants could only watch as Zhong Ling gently walked around the four powerful men and the magic spells, came in front of Li Yuesu, touched his eyebrows with her small hand, and wanted to force him to preach, not wanting to waste any more words, and was quite anxious.

But when he extended his finger, he met a pair of wide, cold eyes: "Thank you for your 'kindness', Xianwu Zun, but I don't need it!!"

"Awake?!" Zhong Ling took half a step back, feeling a sense of crisis. Anyone chosen by the Wuxiang Bell, even if he was a powerful one, had to sleep for an hour. Now, in less than half a minute, Li Yuesu woke up, which was really beyond his expectations.

Meeting Li Yuesu's eyes, Zhong Ling couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, as if if she continued to pester him, something very bad would happen.

Seeing the woman stand up and about to walk away, Zhong Ling also became anxious. Since he had seen such a rare genius in ancient and modern times, he couldn't let her go, even if he had to use some tricks. With a cruel thought, the flowing light turned into a large translucent net and directly restrained Li Yuesu: "Young lady, we are destined to be together. How about becoming my disciple?"

Zhong Ling was already extremely excited. Whether it was to accept a disciple or to bestow the Tao, he could only accept this woman today, which would be a huge profit.

The big net shone with transcendental aura, it was made entirely of Taoist rhyme and was very luxurious. In order to prevent Li Yuesu from escaping, Zhong Ling spent a lot of money. Li Yuesu seemed to have sensed something, stopped, turned around and looked at Zhong Ling jokingly, and the next moment, the big net was about to fall on him.

The big net formed by the Dao rhyme wrapped Li Yuesu. Zhong Ling smiled slightly. No matter if it was a tough measure, this woman cherished the opportunity and could not miss it. So before she entered the fantasy, she saw the big net turned into thousands of fragments and shot towards the back.

The Dao rhyme was shattered and its source dissipated. A violent aura like that of an ancient evil creature rushed towards him.

Zhong Ling's body felt cold, and she slowly raised her head. She saw the woman's body surface was covered with the luster of countless restrictions. A purple halo gradually covered Li Yuesu's whole body from the restrictions, and then separated from Li Yuesu's body.

After a while, a pair of pure white eyes opened in the twisting purple flame and looked straight at Zhong Ling.

"Interesting, a spirit transformed into a weapon... Haha, I hope the ancient spirit you are experiencing comes from ancient times? You are just a coward, why don't you just stay in one place and dare to attack our sect's Saint Maiden?"

The terrifying aura came like a sharp blade, and Zhong Ling's voice trembled a little: "Earth Immortal?"

Zhong Ling's body turned ashen, half with fear and half with regret. His previous life gave up his physical cultivation for the sake of immortality and devoted himself to the Wuxiang Bell. His strength was greatly reduced and he barely had the power of a Venerable. He was thinking of gaining the power of an Earth Immortal through the Three Thousand Great Dao Seeds, but he never thought that he would lose his sense of proportion today and hit a wall. He had offended an Earth Immortal before his great cause was accomplished.

"Sir, I don't mean to offend you. I didn't know she was your disciple. I am willing to give you the remaining copy of Qianji Jue to make amends." Zhong Ling felt the crisis of life and death, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said nice things.

"Thousand Machines Technique? If that's the case, then..." Obviously, Zi Yan in front of Li Yuesu also knew this technique and was quite tempted.

However, he suddenly changed the subject midway through his words: "You have the Dao seed transformed from the Dao rhyme hidden within you. How about you join me in exploring the secrets of becoming an immortal?" His tone sounded gentle, yet it was unquestionable.

Zhong Ling wanted to take a few steps back again, his face suddenly darkening. "Fellow Daoist, are you going to tear each other apart? You're just a clone of an Earthly Immortal, how much power do you have? Pressuring me will do me no good."

"Hehehehe~" The purple flames fluttered, and a long string of laughter sounded very harsh when it fell into Zhong Ling's ears.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Zhong Ling snorted coldly. As soon as she finished speaking, a silver bell-like chuckle sounded in her ears.

"How do you know that I am a clone and not the real person? It seems that your vision back then was just so-so. You thought I was a hero, but now it seems that I am just so-so." The voice gradually became clearer, with a weak tone, and it was actually a woman's.

Zhong Ling's face changed slightly, and her figure became more transparent. She ran away as if in a state of stress, but she never expected that a slender hand would firmly grasp her head, making her unable to move at all.

Even though she had died once, Zhong Ling was still terrified to the extreme.