The Immortal Mirror Clan Chapter 437 363 Devil Cultivators Attack3

Li Yuanjiao and Li Qinghong had few opportunities to work together, and though sowhat unaccustod at first, they gradually grew more proficient. Li Qinghong's Thunder Dharma was demonic-bane, and Li Yuanjiao's Sword Qi was razor-sharp, their advantages becoming increasingly apparent.

The cultivator with the surna Qiu was willing but impotent. His cultivation technique was originally designed to severely damage magic artifacts and the physical body; it had been unbeatable over the years, but now he faced two individuals at the Qi Cultivation Level who both wielded Foundation Establishnt magical instrunts, rendering his efforts futile, and he was at a complete loss.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, and his anxiety eased sowhat as he saw that the others were gaining the upper hand in several places. He then focused on doggedly entangling the two, sneeringly saying,

"So what, your spear aura and sword qi are ultimately inferior, how could they possibly break through my spell!"

No sooner had these words fallen than three streaks of light approached from a distance, naturally, Xiao Guiluan and Mada Dou, the two female mbers of the group, along with Li Qilang, the guest elder who had co to their aid.

Li Qilang, at the Third Layer of Qi Cultivation, had a simple and honest look, obediently following behind. Xiao Guiluan scanned the field with her phoenix eyes and decisively said,

"Save the Tian Clan first!"

Tian Zhongqing and his nephew originally practiced a lower-grade cultivation technique and didn't have any remarkable magic artifacts or spells. The Devil Cultivator's spell was especially powerful, and they were already retreating in defeat, facing imminent danger.

Tian Zhongqing had taken a blow from the Devil Cultivator, which made his organs scorching hot. He spat out blood continuously, his face flushed red, and his hands trembling so much that he could barely speak to say,

"Thank you!"

With the addition of the three, the situation instantly reversed. Xiao Guiluan practiced the Xiao Family's Third Grade cultivation technique, and her magic artifact, the long silk ribbon, had quite the presence. Together, they managed to turn the tables, forcing the Devil Cultivator to cry out for help.

Zhang Huaide could no longer hold back upon seeing this. He activated his spell and thrust An Zhiyan aside with a palm, lifting the blood-drenched Mirror high and concentrating mana, preparing a beam of red light.

"Bang!"

A streak of purple thunder light darted in, forcibly scattering his accumulated spell on the spot.

This delay had allowed Shamo Li, from distant Eastern Shanyue, to arrive. Now at the Fourth Layer of Qi Cultivation, he controlled the Thunderbolt to reinforce An Zhiyan.

Zhang Huaide imdiately panicked, but with the infusion of bane-breaking Thunderbolt, An Zhiyan's previously precarious defense instantly recovered, becoming even harder to breach.

"Zhang Mutong! Be quicker!"

At Zhang Huaide's shout, the Middle Stage Devil Cultivator Zhang Mutong, who had been suppressing Li Xuanxuan and the old monkey, also beca frantic, casting several spells in succession while blood light churned in the sky.

But Li Xuanxuan, who appeared to be in a critical state, managed to stay alive while spitting blood, inexplicably enduring. In contrast, Zhang Mutong himself found it hard to catch his breath, caught off guard by the old monkey who gave him a good hit from behind, causing Zhang Huaide to curse at his stupidity.

On this side, Li Qinghong saw the situation becoming more stable, exchanging a glance with her brother, Li Yuanjiao, who imdiately understood. Brandishing his sword, he advanced while Li Qinghong pinched her fingers, summoning a streak of purple light.

"[Purple Talisman Pri Light Secret Technique]!"

This was naturally one of the two secret techniques from the "Purple Thunder Secret Essence Technique." The na had originally been lost, but having studied it for many years, Li Qinghong gradually mastered its intricacies and had co up with a na herself.

With her delicate hands coming together, she gently kneaded and summoned a strand of dense purple light before sketching talismanic symbols in the void for a mont.

Seeing this stance, the cultivator with the surna Qiu was utterly shocked, clapped his hands together, and pushed out a billowing white Qi, shouting,

"Damn it, this woman's getting serious! Zhang Huaide! No more holding back!"

Zhang Huaide's face darkened, he smoothed the front of his robe, and his sleeves fluttered as if a wind had sprung from nowhere. Blood light rose from his body as he said in a deep voice,

"Fellow Taoists! Protect !"