While speaking, Xu Wen raised his hand and waved, and the green scale sword suddenly turned into more than a dozen sword lights, sweeping away the group of foundation-building monsters.
In front of the sharp green scale sword, all spells, magic weapons, and magic weapons were as vulnerable as a piece of tissue paper, and the broken corpses fell into the deep space like raindrops.
Xu Wen, who was so anxious, didn't hold back at all and started killing the foundation-building demon cultivators. After just a few rounds, less than half of the foundation-building demon cultivators who besieged him were left.
But they were not afraid of death and rushed towards us like moths to the flame.
If the human monks suffered such heavy casualties, they would have dispersed long ago regardless of the orders of the King of Heaven.
But the thinking of the Monster Clan is purer and simpler, and the level of organization and cohesion of the Four Sacred Mountains is far beyond what other sects can match.
But Xu Wen didn't mean to admire him at all. Looking at the monsters rushing towards him like flies, the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
"Since you want to die so much, I will make it happen for you!"
With a sharp shout, he suddenly raised his hand, and the green scale sword suddenly merged into one, flying high into the air, and fierce sword energy spurted out.
During this period, those demon clans also tried their best to move forward, either to disperse the sword energy, or to attack Xu Wen to prevent him from using the sword energy formation, but they were all forced back by him, either by flicking them, attracting them, shaking them, or suppressing them.
In just an instant, a large sword energy array covering several miles in radius suddenly took shape, and murderous intent surged into the sky, locking all the foundation-building demon cultivators.
"Back off, everyone back off!"
King Bao Ye, who was fighting the evil ghost, was frightened, turned around and shouted loudly.
It doesn't matter if some of the foundation-building subordinates die, it's just normal wear and tear, but if all of them die, it's too exaggerated, and there's no way to justify it.
With a sneer, Xu Wen raised his hand and pointed, and the sword array suddenly closed.
The screams continued, and more than a dozen foundation-building monks, no matter who they were, were cut into several pieces.
"You, you bastard, either you die or I die today!"
King Bao Ye's eyes were split open, and he shouted loudly. All the bat demons exploded together, turning into an unprecedented sharp blood sword, cutting straight through the space barrier.
He himself sprayed a breath of essence on the precious mirror, and the three-color brilliance continued to flash on the mirror.
Mixing the four elements of essence, energy, spirit and mana, Jindan Zhenren's essence is extremely powerful. The brilliance like colored satin is brewing rapidly in the treasure mirror, and its power will be several times that of before.
The next moment, he saw a vast sword light.
In front of the sword light, everything else seemed insignificant. Where the sword light pointed, everything began to break, collapse, and be annihilated.
"Yue Ming's Yuanhuang Sword Qi is impossible..."
With an unbelievable scream, without even bothering to activate the treasure mirror, King Bao Ye suddenly turned into a stream of light and quickly fled into the deep space.
The orders of the demon king, the censure of fellow tribesmen, and damaged self-esteem are all insignificant in the face of life.
But how could Xu Wen let him leave? The power of the fourth-level spiritual talisman was far beyond what King Bao Ye could imagine.
With a sudden turn, the sword light broke through the space storm and caught up with King Bao Ye.
Ignoring the protective spell he activated with all his strength, he easily cut him into two pieces.
Then, the sword energy entrenched in his body continued to spread in all directions, quickly turning him into ashes.
Not just him, but all the robes and storage bags on his body were like this, but the treasure mirror suddenly emitted a three-color brilliance, blocking the remaining sword energy.
Even if it is just a remnant, it is still a remnant of a fourth-level spell, which cannot be resisted by ordinary treasures.
With his heart moving, Xu Wen flashed a few times, flew to the side of the three-color treasure mirror, and grabbed it in his hand.
There was no time to take a closer look, and it quickly flew back to the outside world.
“@@@@……”
The evil ghost was shouting something crazily, but Xu Wen ignored him and quickly glanced at the spatial barrier.
After being attacked by King Bao Ye and others, the cracks that had begun to slowly abbreviate after the Shanghuang Monument and the third-order magic circle were originally filled into the soil are expanding again, and the color is also deepening.
After a moment's hesitation, Xu Wen raised his hand and waved, and the Wuyue screen fell into the realm. The seal of determination was stamped on it, and this third-level treasure was integrated into the secret realm.
He used this treasure very smoothly, and originally didn't want to waste it like this, but after people like Bao Yewang did this, he had no choice but to part with it.
The Wuyue Screen is a magical artifact of very high quality. It has the three attributes of earth, metal, and wood, as well as the very rare power of magnetism.
The space barrier that was originally unable to repair itself by its own strength, after receiving this big help, the situation was immediately stabilized, and the cracks began to slowly shrink.
"Damn Four Sacred Mountains!"
After inexplicably losing a handy magic weapon, Xu Wen cursed in a low voice, then turned his head and looked aside coldly,
There, a sharp bloody sword was slashing at the Ghost Suppression Tower. Under the tyrannical power, the resisting ghosts in the Ghost Suppression Tower began to explode into clouds of ghost mist one by one.
The bloody sword light formed by the self-destruction of more than fifty bats was much stronger than the previous sword light, and was very close to the fourth-level spell.
With just a moment of resistance, the demonic ghost was cut into two pieces again.
Originally, with his Zhulang, as long as the evil ghost drives ten thousand ghosts to charge into the mountain, there is a chance to block the blood sword.
But at the critical moment, the evil ghost slipped away again. When Xu Wen had no time to pay attention, he hid back in the ghost-suppressing tower.
He actually would rather lose this shelter than take the risk of confronting the bloody sword light.
In just an instant, all the inferior ghosts were killed. The ghosts in the Qi refining stage did not last long, and followed them in a few breaths, exploding into ghost mist all over the sky.
The ghosts in the foundation building stage resisted for a little longer, but they also began to fade away one by one.
When all the ghosts are dead, the Ghost Suppression Tower will have to use its own powerful blood sword, otherwise it will be destroyed.
"@@@@@@@@......"
In the Ghost Suppression Tower, the evil ghost Zhenghuang was circling around anxiously, praying loudly to Xu Wen outside.
Although I couldn't understand what he was saying, I knew after thinking about it that he must be asking for help.
With the little time bought by the low-level ghosts, Xu Wen could have taken action to disperse the blood sword, but he had no intention of doing so.
The evil ghost once again disobeyed his orders, which had completely triggered his bottom line.
Magical weapons are used for fighting, not as offerings to ancestors. The evil ghost provoked him again and again, and he no longer had the patience to waste time with him.
Either he's completely screwed, or the person behind him shows up in person and everyone has a talk.
Soon, all the foundation-building ghosts on the third floor were killed and wounded, leaving only the last three.
One of them suddenly let out a long roar, his body was surrounded by golden light, and he flew straight to the fourth floor.
At this most dangerous time, he actually formed a ghost elixir, was promoted to a golden elixir ghost, and ascended to the fourth level.
But this did not help the situation much. The power of the Blood Sword had penetrated into the Ghost Suppression Tower from all directions.
As the last two foundation-building ghosts died, a large amount of red sword energy appeared on the fourth floor, surrounding the evil ghosts, demonic ghosts and the last ascending ghost.
The situation was about to collapse completely. Sighs suddenly sounded in the void. The fifth layer of mysterious light that had remained unchanged for thousands of years suddenly moved. A crystal clear thought with countless tiny thunder lights flashing around the body quietly appeared.
The next moment, an extremely strong spiritual thought burst out from the thought, and the arrogant red sword energy was expelled completely in an instant.
As soon as his thoughts changed, he turned into a little man about an inch in size. The little man grew up when he saw the wind, and soon turned into an old man with a high hat and a simple face.
The breath of time surrounded him, and he seemed to have experienced an infinite river of time. Wherever he looked, he saw the past and the future.
The first time he looked at him, Xu Wen felt a little dazed. When he concentrated again, there was already a void all around him. It was just the old man and him.
"What do you want, boy?"
Looking at Xu Wen, the old man spoke directly.
Under his gaze, everything must bow down, but Xu Wen was not afraid and replied directly:
"What do you want? No, I don't want anything, I just don't want a disobedient magic weapon!"
"Either he obeys or he leaves!"
Xu Wen had some guesses about the old man's identity, but he was still neither humble nor arrogant.
Now it is the other party who wants something from him, and his request is reasonable and reasonable.
"He is destined to you!"
Looking at Xu Wen, the old man said something incomprehensible, and then said without waiting for Xu Wen to speak:
"Let him stay with you for another three hundred years, and only deal with ghosts and nothing else. I will give you a reward beyond your imagination, how about it?"
Having said this, the old man added:
"As for the other things you are worried about, I can assure you that they are completely unnecessary!"
The old man did not mean any threat or intimidation, but his words themselves were the greatest display of power.
What is a return beyond imagination?
There is nothing that a cultivator dares not to think about, but the old man still said this. It is obvious that he has the vision and ability far beyond Xu Wen's level of monks to be able to say such things and have such confidence.
Of course, this does not mean that Xu Wen can open his mouth and ask for high prices.
What he meant by beyond imagination was beyond Xu Wen's imagination that bringing the Ghost Suppression Tower for thousands of years would have paid off, and nothing else.
If Xu Wenfei was ignorant and asked to go directly to Nascent Soul, he would probably be struck to death by the old man's palm.
"Three hundred years, this junior has many enemies, but he may not be able to survive until that time?"
Without making a direct request, Xu Wen replied with something that seemed a bit irrelevant.
The old man chuckled and said calmly:
"I know what you want, as you wish!"
Then, the two of them suddenly returned to the real world. The old man slowly raised his hand, pointed towards the realm that was trying its best to repair the space barrier, and chanted:
Heaven and earth are like the reverse journey of all things; hundreds of generations are like travelers of time!
Every time he chanted, he took a step across the void, and his voice was many times louder than the previous word.
When he read the ninth word, the sound of chanting was deafening, as if the entire universe was chanting along with him.
The sound waves are surging, like the never-ending Yangtze River, washing over and over again throughout the entire world of Yin and Yang.
Power that reaches the sky and penetrates the earth is blessing the space barrier of the secret realm within the realm. In Xu Wen's horrified eyes, the secret realm within the realm begins to shrink.
(End of chapter)
