The Demonic Dragon Sword Reappears
I saw a pale golden light all over the square-faced monk in the black wind flag hurricane, and the golden light protected the square-faced monk like a golden bell.
This moment happened so fast that no one could react. The white-robed scholar looked at the monk in the hurricane. Before he could let go of his anxious heart, he saw the Holy Ancestor of Yuancha sneered and raised his hand while looking at the black wind flag. , the nail of the thumb lightly scratched the pad of the middle finger, a drop of black and red blood appeared on the pad of the finger, and then flicked towards the center of the hurricane.
The blood beads seemed to be alive. They flew in the direction of the force and entered the hurricane. The face of the square-faced monk who was protected by golden light just now changed drastically. Although I don't know what magic power the Holy Ancestor of Yuancha used, but the opponent Face monk has great influence.
I could vaguely see tiny cracks appearing on the golden shield. There was one crack at first, then slowly one became two, then four, and in an instant the whole thing was shattered.
The golden shield did not spread out and seemed to stick to the square-faced monk's body, but Lin Mo knew that the square-faced monk's magic weapon had been destroyed.
Black-red light slowly replaced the golden shimmer, and the square-faced monk felt as if his whole body had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and the pain was unbearable. The biting hurricane seemed to have found its way to the exit, and penetrated straight into the tiny wounds on the square-faced monk's body.
It seemed that the square-faced monk finally couldn't bear it any longer. He heard a thud and the square-faced monk's bone ring fell to the ground. If you look closely, it had turned into powder. The hurricane in the black wind flag was also slowly weakening. I wonder if it was... Deliberately, even the remaining powder disappeared after sweeping through the bone ring.
At this time, the square-faced monk looked at the bone ring that was blown away by the hurricane with an expressionless expression. He spit out a green flying sword from his mouth, roared and recited a plan. The man and sword merged into one to make a final desperate attempt.
When a person is in danger, his five senses will become extremely sharp, and the sixth sense predicted by the package is also very accurate. The monk knew that if he didn't try hard, he would die. So I still have to give it a try.
The white-robed Confucian scholar looked at the square-faced monk's actions, his expressionless face finally moved, and shouted at the square-faced monk, "No."
But by the time the white-robed scholar said it, it was already too late, and a ray of cyan light had already shot into the hurricane of the black wind flag. When the blue light shot in, the Black Wind Flag seemed to feel something. The hurricane began to intensify again, and people outside could clearly hear the whining sounds coming from inside.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha looked in the direction of the Black Wind Flag and said coldly, "You don't overestimate your capabilities." After saying that, he pointed at the Black Wind Flag and heard the screams from the hurricane. In less than a breath, the square-faced monk was strangled and turned into a puddle of flesh.
When the shrill sound passed, four Nascent Souls suddenly shot out in the black wind. One is from the square-faced monk himself, the other two are from Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha who just popped out, and the other one is from the old man before.
The four Nascent Souls were running around, but they couldn't fly out of the hurricane. Just when he was about to lose his soul, the hurricane stopped as if on command. Just when he was about to fly out, he felt a burst of blood all over his body, and then there was a flash of black light, and he was directly in front of the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha.
The four Nascent Souls were unable to move at all, as if they were cast under a spell. Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha looked at the four Nascent Souls in front of him, tugged the corner of his mouth with a sneer, and blew a breath at the four pale balls of light. The pale color just now was slowly enveloped by a layer of black mist, and in the blink of an eye it was completely gone. Becomes a black ball.
The white-robed Confucian scholar controlled the black blood sword and slashed at the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha. Long Meng, who had been watching the show beside him, said calmly, "It's too late."
As soon as he finished speaking, the four Nascent Souls had been sucked into the mouth and swallowed by Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha. And all this is just a matter of breath.
The white-robed Confucian scholar watched the square-faced monk disappear in front of him. Even if he couldn't help but breathe in, his face looked ugly at this moment. He heard the clanking sound of the black blood knife controlled by the white-robed scholar, which showed that he was very angry.
There was still a big hole in his chest, so he didn't rush to deal with it. He took two deep breaths and turned to look at Long Meng. Although his tone was not good, he still tried hard to suppress himself and prevent himself from rushing into the senior.
"Senior Longmeng, since you know the plan of Saint Ancestor Yuancha, why don't you just let me, the monk of the Ye family, do it? With your ability, you can definitely do it. Could it be that what senior said before about joining forces is just to deceive me?" said the white-robed Confucian scholar. His last tone was full of resentment.
"Why should I save him? Did you make something wrong? You have to remember that you and I just joined forces once, not with the entire Ye family. Also, the monk just now was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. There is no use in coming back. The counterfeit spiritual treasure is not even 10% as powerful as the original one. Besides, my spiritual power is limited, why would I want someone who is useless to me?"
The white-robed Confucian scholar's expression changed several times after hearing Longmeng's words, and he asked again, "Even so, aren't you afraid that the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha will increase his spiritual power and regain his vitality after eating a few Nascent Souls?"
"It's best for her to do this. The Nascent Soul she swallowed can indeed give him a short-term boost in mana, but the prerequisite for the improvement in his mana is that he needs to mobilize the magic power in his body to refine the four Nascent Souls together. Transforming four Nascent Souls requires more magic power. She is devouring the Nascent Souls now, which is the body of the silver wolf that is attacking me." After Long Meng finished speaking, she turned to look at the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha.
"Yuan Cha, what I said is true or not?" Long Meng asked the black-robed woman with a serious face.
"Haha, so what? This is what I originally planned. Didn't you already know it? You know better than me how powerful your Silver Wolf body is. I originally wanted to save some strength and use the Black Wind Flag to break it. It is forbidden to drop the Eight Spiritual Rulers, but now I feel that it is a waste of time, and isn't there a saying called Chi Zesheng Change? Use your silver wolf body in the late stage of divine transformation to kill you as soon as possible." Yuan Cha Saint Ancestor Said unabashedly.
After saying that, he saw Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha pinching the sword in his hands, exhaling into the air, and then saw a silver light appearing, followed by an increasingly dazzling silver light, and then a sound came out of the silver light and rushed out of the sky. A wolf howled, followed by a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly falling from the sky.
Among the monks who followed, some with low spiritual power could hardly stand and wanted to kneel down and bow their heads. This is the world of immortality, where weakness is the original sin.
This is the space power of the Black Wind Flag. The space is limited. Coupled with the huge spiritual pressure that suddenly dropped, the entire space trembled. Everything in the palace was making a tinkling sound. The flying swords and body-protecting spiritual treasures in all the monks' hands that morning seemed to be making painful roars.
Lin Mo squinted his eyes slightly, waved his hand in front of him, and his whole body exuded light blue protection. At this time, he saw cracks appearing on the four pillars of the palace.
With each breath, the silver light suddenly violently increased dozens of times, and then with a burst of silver light, a two-headed silver wolf appeared in the palace.
The two-headed silver wolf is like a mountain, one head is pitch black and glares angrily, and the other head is silver with eyes tightly closed.
Silver Wolf's body seems to have been suffocated for too long. The sharp claws on the ground are much sharper than those of ordinary Silver Wolf. The fingertips on each claw are like sharp blades. Each Silver Wolf's head has dozens of Zhang Da, the spiritual pressure does not decrease but increases.
The casual cultivators who came in with the Ye family were filled with regret. What kind of trouble was this? I just came here to get a glimpse of Lingbao, so why did I end up handing over my life here?
Although the white-robed Confucian scholar did not speak, his severe disbelief and fear were clearly displayed. The rebel big-headed monsters next to him were all surprised that the Silver Wolf's body was so huge. He stared at the giant wolf in front of him without even blinking.
Just after the giant wolf stood still, Saint Ancestor Yuancha appeared beside Yinlang, and Lin Mo, Xu Qingnian and Yinyue slowly disappeared around a man whose whole body was glowing with red light.
Lin Mo looked at the person in the middle coldly, but the remaining monks of the Ye family did not notice this.
The monks surrounded in the middle rolled their eyes wildly, and asked with a kind but doubtful smile on their faces, "What do you mean by these fellow Taoists? I wonder where Zheng has offended you."
The person who calls himself Zheng is in his fifties and looks amiable. He is indeed the real person in the area.
"Since your Excellency has teleported here, why have you been hiding and refusing to see anyone? You may have some hidden agenda."
Scattered Master's eyes rolled around and he replied with a smile, "Fellow Taoist, you have wronged Zheng. Zheng came in rashly and saw so many masters in the palace. However, it became increasingly difficult to distinguish between friends and foes. Of course, you have to be careful." superior."
"Really? Then what do you mean by hiding next to that stone pillar and staring at me all the time? Fellow Taoist's escape technique is amazing. If it hadn't been for the five-color aura of the peacock that swept there, I would have known nothing about it. "A female monk stood up and asked Master Si San in a very disgraceful tone.
"Well, the fairy may have misunderstood someone Zheng. That's right.
. "Sisan Zhenren said to the female monk with a flattering smile.
Lin Mo did not give Master Sisan a chance to explain, but directly interrupted and said, "Before entering the Demon Suppression Tower, you plotted against me, right? Your escape skills are so mysterious that when you hurt me, you escaped very quickly. But I can still recognize a few things from your back. Although you sealed the bloody blade that hurt me, I can still smell the vicious blood coming from you."
"During this journey, your bloody blade must have devoured many Nascent Soul cultivators. Why are the few cultivators who came in with you missing? Were they also devoured by you? Am I right?"
The monk surnamed Xu and the female monk were stunned when they heard this. They didn't know that there were monks among them who paid such attention.
I once heard that some monks go to any lengths to practice, but I never thought it was true.
Master Si San didn't expect that he would be seen through so quickly. He was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he said to Lin Mo with a face full of laughter and tears, "Fellow Daoist Lin, you can't make such a joke, what kind of bloody evil spirit, I How can a casual cultivator have such a heaven-defying spiritual treasure? If there is no evidence, don’t accuse Zheng."
As soon as Master Si San's words fell to the ground, Lin Mo squeezed them in his hands and saw countless blue ice thorns stabbing at Master Si San like silver needles.
Fellow Daoist Xu and the female monk never thought that Lin Mo would take action as soon as he said it. They looked at each other and had no intention of helping.
Master Sisan had been prepared for defense since Lin Mo exposed him. When he saw Lin Mo pinching, he had quietly drawn out the blue flying sword. When the ice thorn stabbed at him, the blue flying sword had been infinitely enlarged, just blocking his body. forward.
He was resisting with his hands, and his mouth was not idle, "Fellow Daoist Lin, what are you doing? You really misunderstood, I really didn't. Please spare me."
Lin Mo saw that the ice thorn did not hurt him, so he summoned the golden flying sword with his hand, and struck it straight at the blue flying sword of the scattered real person. The two swords collided with each other, making a loud noise.
The two swords were fighting in the air. Lin Mo took a closer look and saw that what the scattered masters were probably using was the imitation Demon Dragon Sword. He didn't know how many Nascent Souls had died on this Demon Dragon Sword.
Looking at the two blades in mid-air, Lin Mo sneered and made a seal with both hands. Yunjian's golden light immediately surged, and the Demonic Dragon Sword that scattered the real people let out a shrill cry and was cut into two pieces by Yunjian. On the ground, the aura that was still attached just now has dissipated without a trace, and the magic dragon sword has turned into scrap metal.
Master Si San did not expect that although this person was in the late Nascent Soul stage, he would have the spiritual power of the Divine Transformation stage. The psychological surprise became more and more intense, and he did not dare to take it lightly anymore. He had no choice but to call out the bronze shield again, but even so, Lin Mo cut it into several pieces and sparsely fell from the air.
Fellow Daoist Xu never thought that Fellow Daoist Lin could have such magical powers. The rare material of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was not comparable to that of the imitation Demonic Dragon Sword.
Seeing Lin Mo using a sword, he had to be more vigilant about it. Which monk here can be trusted now? Let’s not talk about anything else, just the big-headed weirdo, but didn’t the seventh uncle, the head of the Ye family, defect as soon as he said he wanted to defect?
Over there, Lin Mo did not stop attacking Master Si San. Master Si San was overwhelmed and kept dodging Lin Mo's attacks. Just when Lin Mo flew into the sky at Master Si San's Tianling Gai, Master Si San suddenly transformed into a white shadow and flew out from the side. Then he saw a white light, and the silver moon was blocking it.
Master Si San was startled, turned around, and ran away from another direction.
Seeing that Master Sisan was about to escape, Fellow Daoist Xu made a move and blocked Master Sisan's way. Master Si San was helpless, and his body froze. In just a moment, Lin Mo's cloud sword golden light enveloped Master Si San again, blocking him tightly.
Master Si San did not expect to be able to force himself to such an extent. The kind look on his face was replaced by ferocity. With a flick of his sleeves, a golden light accompanied by a strong bloody aura was directed towards Lin Mo.
"You still say no, this sword is the Demon Dragon Blade. What was broken just now was just the imitation Demon Dragon Blade." Lin Mo asked, looking at the golden sword that suddenly appeared with golden light.
