The soul is out of body!
Three strong wind thieves with out-of-body cultivation stood in front of the nine-dead insect in flames, and the black sword light in their hands struck down on their heads.
"boom--"
The fire exploded, and the three souls were turbulent and retreated ten feet. Flames spurted from the top of the fire-immersed nine-dead insect, and it roared back in pain.
With the roar of the Nine Death Insects, flames rose everywhere in Scattered Fire City.
In those underground fire pulse days, the smelting furnace that was originally pressed at the mouth of the underground fire instantly collapsed.
At this moment, the entire city of Scattered Fire was filled with thick smoke and flames, and the billowing flames ignited the attics.
"boom--"
The ground collapsed everywhere, flames shot into the sky, and twisted Nine-Dead Insects rushed out.
Not one, but at least twenty!
Twenty nine-dead insects were raging, the rolling flames burned, roared and exploded, and the entire city of Scattered Fire seemed to be burned to ashes!
It wasn't just the Nine Death Insects. Black-armored figures rushed out from all over the city, dismounted from their black cavalry and galloped, crashing along the streets.
Those cultivators who had no time to dodge were either cut in half or knocked into powder.
But in an instant, the entire Sanhuo City turned into a purgatory on earth!
"Hmph, our Sanhuo City is an important city in Fuliao Wasteland and is under the rule of Xuanling Sword Sect. How can we allow you to be so presumptuous?"
In the void, a loud shout came.
A hundred-foot-long shadow wearing a golden robe appeared in the sky above Sanhuo City. He raised his hand, and golden streams of light gathered together to form a canopy that was ten thousand feet long and pressed downwards.
After all, it is a big city, how could it not have a protective formation?
This canopy was in the air, and both the Nine Death Insects and the Black-armored Storm Bandits were suppressed.
The flames on the nine-dead insects were suppressed inside their bodies, revealing their hideous and ugly bodies.
The long, slender tail that looks like downy hair is constantly dancing with dark light.
The body was like a worm, emitting black smoke, twisting strangely.
This is still a powerful Nine Death Insect. Those black-armored and black-riding gale bandits have been pressed to the ground one by one, unable to lift their heads.
The black warrior's four hooves were crushed and his spine was shattered. He lay on the ground and could only twitch and struggle.
"Haha, it was Master Peng Mingdao who took action!" Someone outside Qingshi Square shouted with surprise.
"True Lord takes action, the city's formation is activated, there is no need to worry." Someone followed with a sigh of relief and laughed.
Those fleeing immortal cultivators slowed down their steps slightly and looked around with lingering fear.
After all, Spreading Fire City is a big city and very prosperous, and the layout of the city defense formation is also extremely complete.
With this large formation, not only the Nine Death Insects were suppressed, but also the black-armored bandits.
Regardless of the origins of those bandits, these nine-dead bugs are treasures!
Many people's eyes shone as they looked at the big bugs crawling on the ground.
The Nine-Dead Insect is the favorite food of the mythical beast Phoenix because its body contains immortal flames.
This immortal fire is also a precious thing for immortal cultivators. It can be used to refine the body and refine treasures.
Although Scattered Fire City was devastated by the Nine Death Insects this time and seemed to have suffered heavy losses, if all the Nine Death Insects were gathered together, not only could they make up for the losses, but they might even make a fortune.
"Nine Death Insects, if you can collect one or two..." Zhao Chen's eyes fell on the struggling long insect in the green and red square in front, and he whispered softly.
Although Zuo Baichou's expression on the side was still a little solemn, his eyes flashed brightly when he looked at those Nine Death Insects.
As a businessman, he naturally also calculates gains and losses.
"If these Nine Death Insects can be taken down, the damage to Scattering Fire City will not be too great." Zuo Baichou turned his gaze to the distance, and the gushing underground fires had slowly extinguished.
This formation was originally designed to suppress the earth fire.
"If this is the only calculation, why bother with so much effort?"
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke up.
His words stunned Zhao Chen and Zuo Baichou.
Before the two of them could speak, a scream came.
The scream seemed to fall from the sky, exploding with a roar.
A green sword light suddenly appeared, splitting the canopy covering the sky with one sword, and then twisted and stabbed Zhenjun Peng Ming, whose body was flashing with fairy light.
"Bang——"
The sword light passed through his body, Peng Mingdaojun was shocked and shattered inch by inch like pieces of porcelain.
But the next moment, he had emerged in the void thousands of feet away.
The canopy that was torn in half also spun and completely recovered.
"Zhang Zhenbiao, since you have left Sanhuo City to investigate the interception of the caravan, why are you coming back now?" Zhenjun Peng Ming looked gloomy and his body was slightly thin. He looked at the sword emerging in front of him and whispered coldly.
A long sword floated in the air, and then a middle-aged swordsman wearing a green robe and a stern face stepped out.
Reaching out to hold the long sword, the sword cultivator seemed to have a bright halo flashing in his eyes.
"Zhang Zhenbiao was ordered to guard Sanhuo City. He has the responsibility to guard the land. How dare he not come?"
The sword cultivator's voice was high-pitched, like a sword chant.
He turned his head slightly and looked at a pavilion outside Qinghong Square that had been destroyed by ground fire.
"Peng Ming, my Xuanling Sword Sect is guarding the lives of the thirty-two disciples. Who is it that makes you so bold?" In his eyes, murderous intent condensed into a small black sword, which seemed to be about to burst out of his eyes.
That pavilion is where the Xuanling Sword Sect is stationed. It was completely destroyed at this time, and the stationed disciples no longer had the sense of life breath.
"Hey, Brother Zhang, you and I have been together in Sanhuo City for thousands of years. I lured you out of the city just because I didn't want to see you die. It's a pity..."
Lord Peng Mingdao shook his head and sighed softly.
What happened in mid-air stunned everyone below.
Many people have recognized that the sword cultivator is Zhang Zhenbiao, a strong man from the Xuanling Sword Sect who guards this place. He is a semi-saint eighth-level great sword cultivator.
Zhang Zhenbiao and Peng Mingdaojun are both strong men guarding this place. Zhang Zhenbiao is a deacon disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect and represents the suppression of the sect. Pengmingdaojun controls the formation and is also a weapon refiner.
These two have always been good friends, why did they turn against each other today?
"Buzz——"
The long sword in Zhang Zhenbiao's hand has been raised, the sword light gathered, and a four-story golden sword tower emerged.
Under the blessing of the sword tower, the sword light condensed into thirteen ten-foot-long sword lights, flew up again, and crashed into the rotating canopy of ten thousand feet.
Zhang Zhenbiao himself held a long sword in his hand and moved towards Lord Peng Mingdao.
Seeing Zhang Zhenbiao rushing towards him, Peng Mingdaojun flicked his sleeves, his body flashed, and he flew down thousands of feet away. Then he shouted in a low voice: "Don't take action yet!"
"boom--"
As soon as he finished speaking, a ten-foot body flew out from below and hit the sword in Zhang Zhenbiao's hand.
There was a roar that resounded for hundreds of miles, and the sword screamed sadly. Zhang Zhenbiao's face turned red and he flew back thousands of feet.
"Big demon?"
He gritted his teeth and drank.
The ten-foot-long body was clad in iron armor, with a tiger's head and body. The iron fist, which was the size of a stone drum, was covered with broken black gloves, glowing with blood.
"Sky Tiger Guard!"
In the attic, Zuo Baichou's expression changed dramatically, and he lowered his voice: "This is the bodyguard of Xiang Tianxian Demon King of Buxian Realm!"
The Demon King and the Demon King are different.
There are countless demon kings, large and small, in the Bitter Immortal Realm, but only those powerful Da Luo men who rule one side can hang a fairy character in front of the demon kings.
Every powerful Daluo Demon King is capable of suppressing one side and competing with the Immortal Dao Sect.
"The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King is a great divine bird demon who rules the bird clan in the Bitter Immortal Domain and stands side by side with the Huntian Immortal Demon King." Zhao Chen looked at Han Muye and explained in a low voice.
"Huntian Immortal Demon King is said to have the bloodline of the Phoenix."
The subordinates of the Huntian Immortal Demon King with Phoenix bloodline did not come, but the subordinates of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King came, which was a bit strange in itself.
On the other hand, the purpose of the Gale Pirates coming here is also quite unpredictable.
"So, it's not these two immortal demon kings that your Wanshen Trading Company took refuge in?" Han Muye turned around and looked at Zuo Baichou.
Hearing his words, Zuo Baichou smiled bitterly: "Brother Han really thinks highly of me, Wanshen Trading Company. Not to mention the Immortal Demon King, as long as there is a powerful Golden Immortal behind us, we will not be so embarrassed."
Human immortals, heavenly immortals, golden immortals, Da Luo.
The fairy world is also a world for the strong.
Without a strong man in charge, it would be impossible to amass enough wealth.
Daluo Jinxian is the most powerful person in the realm of Daluo Immortal Lord. He is the top powerhouse in all the immortal worlds. Daluo Jinxian is already the overlord of one side of the immortal world.
The Immortal Demon King of the Bitter Immortal Realm has the strength of Daluo and is enough to run rampant.
Of course, there is a peerless strong man behind Xuanling Sword Sect, who is definitely not inferior to the Immortal Demon King.
It's just that at their level, they don't have enough interests and won't start a fight for no reason.
Just let the low-level immortal cultivators fight life and death.
"boom--"
Xiangtian Tiger Guard punched out again, Zhang Zhenbiao blocked it with all his strength with his sword, and then retreated a hundred feet, his face turned red.
The strength of this Soaring Sky Tiger Guard is actually stronger than the deacon of the Xuanling Sword Sect guarding one side!
"Roar--"
With a wild roar, hundreds of flying tiger guards appeared in Sanhuo City.
These people were more than three feet tall, with tiger heads and bodies, wearing green-gray iron armor. They held long knives and spears in their hands. With one slash, they could chop into pieces any person, vehicle or horse within ten feet.
For a time, the immortal cultivators in the city who thought they were safe were in chaos again.
"kill!"
Zhang Zhenbiao shouted furiously, no longer caring about himself, the sword in his hand glowed with green light, and he fought with the ten-foot-high flying tiger guard.
His golden sword tower attracted thirteen rays of sword light, and was still trying its best to block the movement of the canopy above.
As expected, he is a powerful deacon with extraordinary methods. If he were to deal with the Soaring Sky Tiger Guards or Lord Peng Ming alone, it would probably be an easy task.
The Soaring Sky Tiger Guards and Zhang Zhenbiao were fighting in front, and Master Peng Mingdao was also not idle.
Seeing that even though his power was weakened, he could still suppress the formation of the Nine Death Insects and the Wind Thieves in the city. He raised his hand and scattered the talismans, turning them into ropes, trapping the Nine Death Insects.
After tying up the Nine Death Insects, he turned his attention to the Black-armored and Black-riding Gale Bandits.
"You reptiles, how dare you come to my Fire Spreading City?" With a sneer, Peng Mingdaojun's three illusory incarnations appeared.
There are three incarnations: humans, demons, and illusory puppets filled with the spirit of gold and iron.
Four bodies stood side by side, Peng Mingdao Lord slapped out a palm, and jet-black streams of light pierced towards the wind thieves.
At this time, there was a large defensive formation suppressing the city, and the Gale Bandit was unable to resist at all, and could only watch the black lights falling on its head.
"blast--"
In the void, there was a low shout.
A blue-gray wind-scrolling shadow appeared in mid-air, blocking all the black light.
But this black light seemed to have spirituality. It just turned and passed through the wind and fell downwards.
The two gale bandits in black armor gritted their teeth, their bodies shone with fairy light, and their souls came out of their bodies and turned into a snare, crashing towards the black light.
But as soon as they encountered Wu Guang, the two of them screamed, and their whole bodies trembled and fell.
This black light can actually damage the soul!
"This is the aura of blood sacrifice. If he is allowed to complete it, everyone in Sanhuo City will die!" Zhang Zhenbiao shouted from above, slashed out with his sword, forced back the Soaring Sky Tiger Guard, and flew down.
"Bang——"
He chopped three black lights with one sword, making Daojun Peng Ming turn pale.
But in the next moment, the Shizhang Xiangtian Tiger Guard punched Zhang Zhenbiao on the vest.
Zhang Zhenbiao was smashed to the ground, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.
The sword light and golden pagoda that resisted the canopy of the great array in the void also fell sadly.
Even if Zhang Zhenbiao did not die from this blow, he would still be seriously injured.
"Buzz——"
Wind scrolls flashed in mid-air, with a dark golden halo flowing on them.
This is some kind of secret message from the Storm Pirates.
Zuo Baichou said with a gloomy expression: "The Swift Wind Pirates have attracted masters here. If we don't stop the blood sacrifice, the Swift Wind Bandits' masters will come and massacre the city."
Zhao Chen opened his mouth, annoyance flashed across his face.
I am too greedy.
Otherwise, he would have left this place long ago.
"when--"
The golden pagoda that originally fell to the ground flew into the sky, emitting a dazzling golden light.
The sound of sword chants resounded.
"What he said is true." Han Muye stood in front of the attic window and spoke softly.
He looked at the black light that gathered again in front of him, his eyes flashing brightly.
Jinta's message is also a call for help and a warning.
According to the message conveyed by Zhang Zhenbiao, if this blood sacrifice is completed, it will awaken the soul of the great demon suppressed by the underground fire.
Whether it's the Nine-Dead Insect or the blood sacrifice, it's all for the soul of the great demon.
Is it the mythical beast that has been hiding where the earth and fire gather?
Is that the suppressed spirit of the great demon?
If a divine beast really breaks out, Han Muye is confident that he can escape unscathed.
But he didn't know how many immortal cultivators in this city could survive.
Looking at the sword tower flashing with golden light in the void, Han Muye's aura converged, and a faint sword intent flashed.
"Young master, the sword tower of the Xuanling Sword Sect has issued a warning. All parties under the rule must respond, otherwise, it will be regarded as treason." Mr. Chu's figure flashed below the attic, landed behind Zhao Chen, and spoke in a low voice.
Zhao Chen nodded with a wry smile, raised his hand, and the golden gold-gathering flag appeared.
In this situation, it's impossible not to take action.
Even if the opponent is the tyrannical Xiangtian Tiger Guard or Peng Mingdaojun who is in charge of the great formation.
"boom--"
Behind Zuo Baichou, two figures rushed out of the attic, smashed open the dome, and hit the gathering black light.
Elder Chu stretched out his hand to take the gold-gathering flag, stepped forward, and hit the tied Nine-Death Insect.
The big flag wrapped around it and grabbed the Nine Death Insect's body.
At this moment, figures flew out from the city of Spreading Fire, either to pull the suppressed Gale Bandits or to grab the Nine Death Insects. There were also several masters with at least out-of-body cultivation to resist the black light.
No one wants to die.
I don’t want to be sacrificed to blood, I don’t want to be slaughtered, and I don’t want to be held accountable by the Xuanling Sword Sect.
This is what low-level monks do, humble and struggling to survive.
They originally just wanted to practice peacefully and pursue their own path, but they could not find a place of true peace.
This matter had nothing to do with them, but it all involved their lives.
"It's just an ant." In the sky, black light flashed around him. Three incarnations and the main body complemented each other. Peng Mingdaojun snorted coldly, raised his hand, and caused the canopy of the sky to slowly descend.
Every time the canopy fell, the entire Sanhuo City seemed to be pressed down by a huge weight, and the attics collapsed.
Every cultivator felt that their muscles and bones were swollen and aching, and their feet were being pulled down by heavy weights.
Immortal cultivators were suppressed, but those Soaring Sky Tiger Guards were not.
They moved like flying, slashing and killing with swords and guns in their hands. Every blow swept away ten feet.
This is massacre.
The city-protecting formation of Spreading Fire City, in turn, became a killing formation that suppressed the immortal cultivators in the entire city!
Zhao Chen's face turned pale and he held a cyan light bead in his hand.
Zuo Baichou also floated three daggers in front of him, with the slightest hint of sword intent coming from his body.
It's rare that this guy is actually a sword cultivator.
Who would have thought that Zuo Baichou of Wanshen Trading Company, who was known for his business acumen, was actually a sword cultivator?
But both Zuo Baichou and Zhao Chen looked extremely solemn.
They didn't have the slightest confidence and fled for their lives under the pressure of the formation.
"Actually, it doesn't have to be so troublesome."
At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing in front of the window sill, suddenly spoke.
As his words fell, his figure moved slightly and appeared in mid-air.
Raising his hand, the golden four-story sword tower shook.
Zhang Zhenbiao's sword tower trembled and fell into Han Muye's hands.
"Gather."
Han Muye shouted, and the swords scattered throughout the city shook.
The swords gathered into a dragon, looked up to the sky and hissed, and then rushed into the sword tower.
The golden four-story sword tower floated with sword light, turning into a ten-foot-long golden sword.
The blade of the long sword is green-grey, flashing with dark golden lines, and there is a golden sword tower mark on the hilt.
"Under the rule of the Xuanling Sword Sect, there is no room for wild behavior."
Han Muye shouted in a low voice, his voice deep and shaking the void.
At this moment, the space of thousands of miles is filled with the sound of swords!
The Xuanling Sword Sect passed down the techniques and swordsmanship directly!
Below, Zhang Zhenbiao, who was coughing up blood from his mouth, climbed out of the ruins. Looking at Han Muye who was in charge of the sword tower in the sky, he looked like a fairy and shouted: "Zhang Zhenbiao asks senior brother to kill the enemy——"
The sword in his hand flew up into the sky!
Han Muye raised his hand to hold the sword and said calmly: "Okay."
good!
This word shows the arrogance of the sword cultivator!
So what if the enemy is as powerful as Qingtian?
So what if the situation is untenable?
The sword is in hand, and the blood is burning.
Thousands of lives and deaths, the honor and disgrace of the sect are all determined by this one word promise.
"Such a swordsman..." Zhao Chen looked at Han Muye holding his sword in the air, his eyes widened, and he murmured.
"You are truly a swordsman!" Excitement flashed across Zuo Baichou's face, his eyes fixed on Han Muye.
A good word from Han Muye was like a strong wind, sweeping across the world.
On the city of Sanhuo, the fairy light is rippling.
He raised the sword in his hand and slashed it down at the canopy of ten thousand feet in the sky.
There is wind and thunder in the sword!
This is the sword of wind and thunder inherited from the Xuanling Sword Sect, and it is also the thunder and lightning power of Han Muye who condensed the Kui Niu divine beast.
The wind and thunder were rolling, and before the light of the sword arrived, the canopy of ten thousand feet had already been lifted up.
"boom--"
A ray of sword light exploded like thunder, tearing apart the canopy formed by the great formation.
The intertwined immortal patterns were cut in two with one sword.
Zhang Zhenbiao's thirteen sword rays could only resist Huagai, and it was cut in half with just one sword.
"Clean and neat, wind and cloud turn into thunder, good swordsmanship!" Zhang Zhenbiao, holding a piece of wood in his hand, raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.
This kind of swordsmanship is something that only a few of the immortals in the Xuanling Sword Sect can possess.
Below, countless cultivators raised their heads.
In front of Zuo Baichou, three sword lights vibrated, as if he was frightened by this sword.
"Since I borrowed the power of the Earth Fire of Sanhuo City, I naturally have to return it." Han Muye looked at the staring and trembling Peng Mingdao Lord and said calmly.
As the words fell, he slashed the sword in his hand again.
"Stab-"
Streams of light tore open the canopy and turned into streams of flames, falling to the earth.
These flames fell, igniting the fire in the originally silent city. The lingering flames flashed and blazing light illuminated the sky.
The originally blazing light and heat seemed so friendly to everyone at this moment.
Fire Spreading City should be filled with fireworks like this!
The power of the earth fire returned, the formation dissipated, and the power to suppress the wind thieves and the Nine Death Insects disappeared.
The nine-dead insects and the black-armored and black-riding gale bandits all got up from the ground.
Han Muye slowly pointed his sword down and glanced around. He had a majesty and sword intent that no one could look directly at.
"Under the Xuanling Sword Sect, those who rebel against the rebellion will be killed without mercy."
Wherever the sword points, the heaven and earth will be clear!
Whether it was the immortal cultivators, the black-armored Wind Thief, or the squirming Nine-Death Insect, they all slowly stopped.
The edge of the sword is in front of you, life and death are just a matter of words!
Han Muye slowly raised his long sword and pointed it at the trembling Peng Mingdao Lord, and then slowly pointed at the ten-foot-high Sky Tiger Guard standing on the Qinghong Square.
The Xiangtian Tiger Guard, who was wearing green and gray armor, clenched his fists tightly, with a solemn look on his face, and boundless fighting intent in his eyes.
Not sure, but had to fight.
Because the sword in Han Muye's hand embodies the power that makes people have to fight.
"The Tiger Guard under the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King's throne in the Bitter Immortal Realm?"
Han Muye held the sword in his hand, and the green sword light flashed.
"Across hundreds of millions of miles of heaven and earth, you must have a mission that you have to complete when you come here."
"Give you a chance to die with honor."
"Take my sword."
