Godly Martial Alchemy Emperor

In a certain part of the plains, an intense fight was erupting.    

The number of people competing was not equal. One side was alone, while his opponents were four.    

This was not all, that person's cultivation was only Early Period of Primordial Spirit, his four opponents were all in the middle stage of the Primordial Spirit s and had all reached the peak of the middle stage.    

Logically speaking, Grand Cultivator of Early Period of Primordial Spirit shouldn't be able to last much longer.    

However, the reality was that Grand Cultivator of Early Period of Primordial Spirit had suppressed the four of them, and before long, the four of them were surrounded by danger.    

Beside them, a leafless flower was still blooming with lifeless Plain Hill.    

It was clear that he was not an ordinary person.    

The battle between the five was also because of this flower.    

"All of you, go die!"    

Grand Cultivator of Early Period of Primordial Spirit roared in rage. The shadow of a grizzly bear appeared on his body and the strength of his fist became even more violent.    

With a punch, the faces of the four peak mid-stage Primordial Spirit cultivators turned deathly pale.    

"No!"    

Boom! * Boom! * Boom! * Boom! *    

The four peak middle stage Primordial Spirit cultivators were turned into blood fog by this punch and died.    

"You think you're worthy enough to fight over the Death Spirit Flowers with me? It's not a pity for you to die. Now you're letting me off easy."    

Grand Cultivator of Early Period of Primordial Spirit chuckled, showing disdain towards the four of them.    

Furthermore, he was able to fight above his level and win and kill. He already possessed that ability. Although it was a bit inferior to his brother Wang Yu, it could still be said to be a heaven's pride level expert.    

That's right.    

This Grand Cultivator of Early Period of Primordial Spirit was Wang Yu's good brother, Gao Le.    

Although he did not have Early Period of Primordial Spirit, his Mind Palace was a saint rank Violet Palace. The strength of the Primordial Spirit and the strength of his true essence were not inferior to Grand Cultivator of Late Period of Primordial Spirit's.    

Before him, there was only death for the four middle stage Primordial Spirit cultivators.    

He walked towards the Resurrection Lily and extended his hand to pluck it. However, another strong gust of wind broke through the air and headed straight for Gao Le.    

The strong wind carried a sharp killing intent and a murderous intent.    

Gao Le sensed the danger and quickly dodged to the side. The strong wind brushed past his body and landed on a huge rock.    

Bang!    

The moment the huge rock was hit by the strong wind, it shattered.    

"Who dares to attack me?!" Gao Le glared angrily at the direction of the strong wind.    

He saw three figures slowly walking out from the darkness. The one walking in front was a tall and handsome man.    

A man and a woman followed behind the man.    

The auras of the three of them were clearly stronger than the four who died, especially the man at the front was Grand Cultivator of Peak of Primordial Spirit.    

"Kid, put down the Death Spirit Flowers and get lost. We'll spare your life." The leading man said coldly.    

Although the other two people had yet to speak, their murderous aura had already enveloped Gao Le. It seemed that as long as he said no, the two of them would kill him.    

Gao Le's face darkened as he looked at the three of them with a serious expression.    

If he were to fight alone, he was confident that he would be able to defeat Grand Cultivator of Late Period of Primordial Spirit. However, it would be impossible for him to defeat the strongest one.    

Not to mention the three of them, he wouldn't be able to beat them no matter how hard he tried.    

He snorted lightly. Although he was unhappy, he still turned around and prepared to leave. However, just as he took a step or two, Grand Cultivator of Peak of Primordial Spirit, who was behind him, took a step forward and came behind Gao Le, striking him with his palm.    

His actions were too sudden. When Gao Le reacted, his opponent had already appeared behind him.    

He did not plan and the opponent's cultivation was higher than his. In that situation, Gao Le could not dodge and in the end, could only avoid the crucial points.    

At the same time, he gathered a large amount of true essence to defend his opponent.    

Bang!    

A deep sound of collision rang out.    

Grand Cultivator of Peak of Primordial Spirit's palm landed on Gao Le's shoulder, dispersing the accumulated primeval essence. The excess energy directly sent Gao Le flying.    

After Gao Le landed on the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the person that attacked with an extremely ugly expression.    

The other party also looked at Gao Le, as if Gao Le could survive a sneak attack from him, so he had a higher opinion of Gao Le.    

"I'm already leaving, why are you still attacking me?" Gao Le said in a cold voice. He forced himself to stand up and reveal a gaze of hatred towards the other party.    

"You know that I have a Death Spirit Flower, how could I let you leave alive?" Grand Cultivator of Peak of Primordial Spirit replied with a smile.    

The Death Spirit Flowers were legendary treasures.    

Death Spirit Flower, a flower that grows in a place where the Yin Qi is extremely dense and lifeless, the Yin energy is extremely dense and the death spirit flower is in a deathly place, but it has a vigorous Yang energy.    

Its greatest function was to heal wounds. Not only that, it was also the best healing that could pull people who were on the verge of death back from the brink of death.    

If he could refine it into a pill, then it would be even more incredible.    

If the mature Death Spirit Flowers were placed in the outside world, even a Nirvana stage practitioner would lose face and fight for it.    

Gao Le's expression turned ugly when he heard that. He stuffed a pill into his mouth.    

Then, without hesitation, he turned around and fled.    

"Trying to run?"    

Grand Cultivator of Peak of Primordial Spirit sneered, his smile full of disdain: "You want to run away under my, Xiao Yuan's, gaze? "Qingshan, Shu Hua, you two take him down."    

"Don't worry!"    

"He can't escape!"    

Teng Qingshan and Shu Hua attacked at the same time.    

Before that, they were already on guard against Gao Le escaping. So, when Gao Le escaped without any hesitation, they flew in front of Gao Le with their fastest speed and blocked Gao Le's path.    

Swish!    

Gao Le's heart sank to the bottom.    

These two Grand Cultivator of Late Period of Primordial Spirit were actually agility type experts. With the godly movement technique, his movement technique was nothing in front of them.    

"Brat, go ahead and kill yourself!" Xiao Yuan said plainly, as if victory was within his grasp.    

Gao Le looked at the two people in front of him and then looked at Xiao Yuan behind him. He then silently took out a pair of Golden-Gold hammers from the Meson Pocket.    

Even if there was no hope of survival, Gao Le would not sit still and wait for death, nor would he commit suicide in disappointment.    

"Come on, even if I die, I'll die on the way."    

"Kill!"    

Gao Le roared angrily. Carrying the pair of hammers, he rushed towards the two Grand Cultivator of Late Period of Primordial Spirit who stood in front of him.    

Seeing Gao Le rushing towards them, Qingshan and Shu Hua sneered. They moved at the same time and struck towards Gao Le's twin hammers.    

Bang! Bang!    

Two muffled sounds.    

Without any surprise, Gao Le was sent flying by the strong Quintessential Essence of the two of them and landed right in front of Xiao Yuan. His whole body felt like it was about to fall apart as he fiercely stared at Xiao Yuan.    

With a smile on his face, Xiao Yuan slowly raised his arm and gathered true energy in his palm.    

"Go and be at ease. Remember, the person who killed you, was Flying Eagle Sect, Xiao Yuan."    

As his voice faded, Xiao Yuan's palm shot down towards Gao Le. If this hit, Gao Le would die.    

Gao Le thought that he was doomed. He gritted his teeth and glared at Xiao Yuan. Then, a cold light pierced through the air and headed straight for Xiao Yuan's head.    

The speed of that explosion seemed to be able to destroy everything.    

Xiao Yuan's eyes widened, and he could not care about Gao Le, who was standing in front of him, as he took out a large blade from his Meson Pocket and hacked at the cold light.    

Clang!    

A crisp sound rang out.    

The huge force behind the cold light forced Xiao Yuan to retreat. Ta, ta, ta. He finally stopped after four to five steps. The cold light steadily landed on the ground.    

It was a sword, a treasured sword with a cold light.