We will not describe the encounter between Yan Yueli and Cang Hai on the blood-red altar. Shan Shu talks about the confrontation between Jing Wuwei and Huanmie Sect elder Guo Shanfeng.
As soon as Shanfeng finished speaking, a hair-raising roar sounded from all directions on Haixin Island. The sound sounded like a human being but not a human being, a ghost but not a ghost.
After the whistling sound, Jing Wuwei could clearly see dozens of lights and shadows landing from the shallow rocks of Haixin Island. As soon as those lights and shadows landed on the shore, they rushed towards the blood-red altar.
Those people all wore black monk uniforms, cloaks, and full-face black masks. Their faces could not be seen clearly, nor could they tell the depth of their skills.
In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Jing Wuwei did not bring many men with him in this operation. Including the secret guard brother who had just joined him, the total number was less than ten.
But fortunately, the cultivation levels of these subordinates are all at the ninth level of the Golden Core stage, close to the Nascent Soul stage. As a knight and leader of the secret guards, Jing Wuwei's cultivation level is...
After the black-robed monks landed, they surrounded Jing Wuwei and others in the center of the altar. Jing Wuwei knew that at this time, he had to try his best to hold off these monks to buy time for Canghai to break the formation and destroy the altar.
Jing Wuwei knew that what they were about to face was a battle between few and many. He could no longer treat it as usual. He knew that he could no longer hide his strength.
After thinking about it, he stretched out his left hand, grabbed the black mask on the upper half of his face, and slowly took the mask off his face.
The moment the mask slipped off, all the Golden Core monks present felt the oppressive pressure brought by the strong spiritual pressure from the Nascent Soul monks.
Guo Shanfeng's cultivation level only barely entered the fake Nascent Soul and then stopped. He saw that Jing Wuwei's cultivation level was so much higher than his own, and the hatred in his heart became even stronger.
Guo Shanfeng sneered at Jing Wuwei arrogantly: "Brother Jing is indeed very cunning. He has hidden his power so deeply. I'm afraid the world will think that a noble knight only stabs others in the back!
Judging from this spiritual pressure, it should be at the fifth level of Nascent Soul. But it’s a pity that in my place, Guoshanfeng, no matter how high your cultivation level is, it’s useless…”
Jing Wuwei knew that Guo Shanfeng would definitely preach about the "power of blood" again. He raised his lips slightly and interrupted his words in a cold voice: "Guo Shanfeng, it's useless to talk more. We can only know who is better after we compare. Come on!"
Seeing the Lord Xia take off his mask, the members of the secret guard lifted the taboos on their bodies one by one. With the perfect cultivation of the Golden Core stage, the same purple light shone on everyone's bodies and on the assassin's dagger.
But among the purple lights, the person who was leading the way was exuding a thick gray color. That person was none other than Jing Wuwei. Jing Wuwei was seen standing among them. Under the bright moonlight, the gray-black afterimage spread behind him, like a giant gray dragon, surrounding the secret guard members in his shadow.
Jing Wuwei had already silently used his first move: Dark Moon Rebirth. This move is mainly used to bless the spiritual power and attack power of the comrades in the shadows, maximizing the attack power of the comrades in the shadow while minimizing the consumption of spiritual power.
Jing Wuwei whispered an order to the secret guards: "Fight quickly, I will deal with the mountain wind!"
"Yes!" The secret guard members responded in unison. The purple light on their bodies was almost reddened by the secret technique!
They faced enemies several times their own size, and they were fearless. They picked up the assassin daggers in their hands and followed the gray figure in front of them and rushed towards the enemy.
Jing Wuwei was the first to deal with the dozen or so black-robed monks who were chanting the formation at the entrance of the altar, followed by the more than twenty guardians who stood by Guo Shanfeng to protect his safety.
None of these Huanming Sect monks at the Golden Elixir Great Perfection Stage can stop him at all, let alone get close to him or hurt him.
In an instant, those Huan Mie Sect monks were reduced to corpses on the ground. Only the remaining demonic energy in their bodies was still rising slowly from the wounds.
Jing Wuwei's gray figure finally stopped in front of Guo Shanfeng. The slender Jing Wuwei's eyes were full of murderous intent, but hidden deep in the murderous intent was a deep sense of regret.
Guo Shanfeng didn't expect that Jing Wuwei would approach him so quickly. He raised his foot and kicked the piles of corpses on the ground, looked up at Jing Wuwei, and said with a bitter smile: "Why are you pitying me or laughing at me?"
Jing Wuwei looked at his former comrade Guo Shanfeng, and wanted to give him one last chance, admonishing him: "The prodigal son will not be replaced by gold, so Guo Shanfeng, stop it!"
As soon as Guo Shanfeng heard Jing Wuwei's words, the expression on his face immediately turned ferocious. He twisted his face and lowered his head and laughed strangely. Suddenly, the laughter stopped. He raised his head again and mysteriously shouted to Jing Wuwei: "Bang! Brother Jing, you have fallen into a trap!"
Before Shanfeng could finish his words, a formation was activated at Jing Wuwei's feet. This formation looked like a soul-fixing formation, and could only temporarily trap Jing Wuwei in the formation.
But when Jing Wuwei looked at the entire blood-red altar, he was standing in the center of the blood-red altar where Canglan Kunkun was trapped.
Seeing that his lifelong "old enemy" had fallen into his trap, Guo Shanfeng was as happy as a madman. He jumped in front of Jing Wuwei and taunted: "You thought you killed the monks guarding the formation at the eye. This magic trick... Won’t the blood refining array be activated? Naive!”
"No!" Jing Wuwei knew that he had underestimated the enemy. He quickly released the secret skill of "Dark Crescent" before the blood refining formation was opened.
The "Dark Crescent" cheat has a flaw. After the secret skill is used, it is not only blessed by the spiritual energy and skills of the comrades, but if the performer is injured or controlled, the comrades will have the same backlash!
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Wanpu Cave is located deep in the dense forest to the south of Lihun Valley. Yan Mingxiu and Wen Jinyan came out from the backyard of the Ghost Doctor Tomb and went south with their swords and sticks of incense to reach the entrance of Wanpu Cave. The two of them entered the cave and walked a stick of incense. The surrounding frozen stone walls suddenly disappeared, replaced by dense forest paths in the mountains, and the majestic waterfalls were not far away.
"This scenery is amazing!" Yan Mingxiu couldn't help but sigh. He often traveled in the desert when he was young, and he had never seen such a spectacular group of waterfalls.
"This cave is composed of five large waterfalls and several small waterfalls. There is a waterfall viewing platform at the highest point. Standing there, you can take in the beautiful scenery. It was possible to go up a few years ago, but now I am afraid it is difficult." Wen Jinyan said , a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
"Let's walk!" Yan Mingxiu curled his lips and took bigger steps. He likes to challenge difficult things. It seems that this trip is worth it.
The two of them walked forward along the trail. After a hundred steps, they heard the sound of "rumbling" water not far away. After walking another hundred steps, they could feel the mist of water. Just when they were about to see the true appearance of the waterfall. , and suddenly the way was blocked by entangled vines.
Yan Mingxiu cut it off neatly with a wave of his fan. As soon as he took a step, the surrounding vines gathered in front of the two of them again, so fast that people had to step back.
"Is this the vine demon?" Yan Mingxiu frowned, turned his wrist and put away the folding fan in his hand. He didn't expect to encounter the vine demon as soon as he entered the cave.
Wen Jinyan shook his head and explained: "They are also mysterious vines, but they are not the thousand-year-old mysterious vines. Ordinary magic weapons can't stop cutting them."
Yan Mingxiu raised his hand and touched the entangled vines, and instantly felt a powerful breath of life. These mysterious vines seemed to have broken away from the category of ordinary trees, but were instead demonic vines such as spirits.
Yan Mingxiu has seen thousand-year-old ginseng dolls, elf girls with thousands of years of flowers and plants, and this is the first time he has seen moving vines. It feels very magical, and he can't help but get excited: "These mysterious vines have been looking at for nearly a hundred years, but I don't know what the thousand-year-old vine demons can do." It’s really getting more and more interesting to see what your cultivation will look like, so little friend Wen, please follow Yan closely!”
"Yes." Wen Jinyan did not hesitate, obediently put away the magic weapon, and followed Yan Mingxiu closely.
Wen Jinyan is aware of the ability of the "Man with a Thousand Faces", and Valley Master Shi Wuji also told him before leaving to follow Yan Mingxiu's arrangements. Besides, his magic weapon is just an ordinary spiritual weapon. It is not as good as the fairy weapon Qiu Feng Sad Painting Fan in Yan Mingxiu's hand. It can't protect him even if he holds it in his hand, so he might as well put it away so as not to be an eyesore.
This time, Yan Mingxiu injected his true energy into the Qiu Feng Sad Painting Fan, and swung the fan again to cut off the entangled mysterious vines. The power of the fan that was injected with true energy became stronger, and he opened a small path in just one stroke. And this time Yan Mingxiu did not stop his movements, but cleaned up the mysterious vines that gradually gathered as he walked, slowing down the crazy growth of the mysterious vines.
The two of them walked in tandem and successfully approached the majestic waterfalls. Their eyes were deeply attracted by this spectacular sight.
I saw five huge waterfalls hanging on the mountain like light jade belts, surrounded by white clouds like falling into a fairyland.
In an instant, the waterfall rushed down from the high cliff, like a group of awakened tigers, roaring down the hill. The majestic sound was like thunder, the fierce attack was like an avalanche, and misty water filled the sky.
"Senior Yan, please take a look. The easternmost waterfall is called Yinxian Waterfall. Above the waterfall are the eight pools of Ten Thousand Waterfall Cave. The thousand-year-old vine demon grows beside the Tan."
Yan Mingxiu looked in the direction of Wen Shenyan's finger. The easternmost terrain was also the most dangerous. The waterfall flowed down the cliff like a knife, as if a green dragon was spitting, causing water splashes to splash on the mountain. In the meantime, if Yan Mingxiu hadn't opened the shield, both of them would have been drenched.
"Let's go directly to the deep pool."
"I'm afraid it's difficult. There are ten times as many mysterious vines as there are at the entrance of the cave. There is another way. Go down the stone steps above Yinxian Waterfall and you'll find a huge rock with a wide view - Ten Thousand Waterfall Terrace."
Pearls are shining again
Suddenly, a strange roar resounded through the Ten Thousand Waterfall Cave, and at the same time, mysterious vines from the sky rushed towards the face.
Yan Mingxiu stood up with his fan, but couldn't see the eyes of his mind clearly. He suddenly used his five senses to the extreme and felt what was inside. Among the vines deep in the Door of Death, there were faintly visible ancient vines. The branches obviously move automatically in the absence of wind, as if they are alive.
And he also felt a strong aura of heaven and earth, entwined in this vital door of death.
The ancient vines inside are simply astonishingly strong, even bigger than the water tank. The roots are intertwined, layer upon layer, and there are many strange trees and branches.
