"The technique... does not exist." Faced with the rapid and fierce offensive of Yuan Ming and others, the haggard man shouted this sentence with some difficulty.
The attacks of the three people lost power at the same time as they approached, and the aura dispersed.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Ming smiled instead, because he knew that the withered man was at the end of his game.
A light flashed in his eyes, and under the influence of his thoughts, Elder Panji, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly stood up and stabbed the haggard man with the black sword in his hand.
This time, the man was completely defenseless and his chest was penetrated directly by the sword.
Yuan Ming had actually discovered a quarter of an hour ago that the severed connection between himself and Elder Panji, the tree puppet, had been restored.
But he has been holding back, just waiting for this opportunity.
When the long sword pierced the withered man's heart, a bloody sword mark shot out and flashed past the withered man's neck in an instant.
There is a "click" sound.
A black head flew into the air, and the magic cloud tree behind it also broke apart.
As the Magic Cloud Tree collapsed to the ground, the vines that spread on it immediately shrank back and disappeared.
Yuan Ming quickly stepped forward, grabbed the black head on the ground, threw it into the Shura Blood-devouring Picture, and temporarily sealed it.
Then, he looked at the fallen tree body on the ground and the half of the tree stump connected to the withered man's body.
After thinking for a while, Yuan Ming waved his hand and put them into different storage instruments, intending to study them carefully after leaving here.
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Changchun view.
The rain has stopped and the dark clouds in the sky have dispersed. However, the sun has already set in the west, leaving only a waning moon and a few stars hanging high in the sky, shedding a little silver light.
Under night, azure auras of light are constantly emerging from the Changchun Guanhu Sect Formation, like rippling water, or like a tsunami. The ravines between the mountains are also filled with these auras, just like sea water flooding the earth, turning the mountains into a country.
After the battle in Yuhua City, the Wuyue Sect army did not stop for a moment, but rushed straight to the Changchun Guanshan Gate and launched a fierce attack on the Changchun Guanhu Sect Formation.
This time, they did not hold anything back in their attack. All Wuyue Sect Nascent Soul monks joined the battle one after another. Ni Mu and the other three also took action personally, using their methods to try to break through the formation.
Naturally, the Yunhuang League would not let them attack. Except for Tian Jizi and several Nascent Soul monks who were responsible for controlling the formation, the other Nascent Soul monks also selected their opponents and fought with them under the cover of the formation.
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The battle entered a fierce stage from the beginning.
Both sides were almost red-blooded. There was no calculation, no arrangement, no plan. The only thought in everyone's mind was to kill their opponent.
Outside the formation, the tall golden puppet silently waved its fist, striking the formation again and again with great force. Every time it punched, the part of the formation that came into contact with its fist would quickly become metalized, even if it contained immaterial spiritual energy.
, also turned into heavy gold and iron in an instant.
However, the formation is not a dead thing. The azure aura is like a river, flowing all the time. Whenever a metalized part appears, the formation will quickly flow and move the part converted into gold and iron to other places.
, to avoid being used by puppets.
But delaying is never a long-term solution. Even though the formation has undergone numerous changes, it still seems a little powerless in the face of the golden puppet that can assimilate everything.
Fortunately, this huge golden puppet is not completely consumption-free. It always needs a large amount of spiritual stones to supply spiritual power.
Not far away, a dazzling sword light pierced the sky and slashed towards Ni Mu, while Ni Mu quickly made a seal. A flash of light flashed outside his body. It seemed that nothing had changed, but when the sword light slashed through, there was only a wooden body.
The puppet was split in half and fell from the air.
"Haha, Ni Mu, you have hidden it well enough. Such methods have never been exposed before. Now that you give it a go, it really surprises me. It's a pity that such a great talent has succumbed to Wu Yueshen and is willing to do so.
It's really unwise to be a puppet on a string." Wan Tianren said, but he waved three sword lights in succession and slashed at Ni Mu who appeared on the other side.
"It's already time, Wan Tianren, why do you need to engage in these verbal disputes?" Ni Mu shook his head, raised his hand and clapped it, using his magic weapon to block the sword light.
"Ni Mu, think about it for yourself. Wuyue Sect is based on soul cultivation. Even if it takes over the world in the future, you may not be able to stay in a high position as a Dharma cultivator for a long time. What's more, I can also see that you, a puppet, may still have
A further possibility, you say, if Changchun Temple is destroyed, will Wu Yueshen leave such an existence that may threaten his own status?" Wan Tianren continued to try to disturb Ni Mu's mind with words.
"Threaten him? Haha, Wan Tianren, if you can say this, it means you don't understand him well enough." A self-deprecating smile appeared on Ni Mu's face.
Seeing this, Wan Tianren suddenly became suspicious. He has been in contact with Jinchao many times. Compared with other monks, he has a deeper understanding of the power of the Void Return Stage. Although Wu Yueshen's magical powers are weird, they are not despairing.
situation.
So what is it that makes Ni Mu so afraid?
As soon as this thought flashed through Wan Tianren's mind, he suddenly felt a strong palpitation in his heart, which caused the spiritual power in his body to become temporarily chaotic.
On the battlefield in the Nascent Soul stage, just a moment's mistake could be fatal. However, at this time, Ni Mu did not seize the opportunity to fight back. Instead, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind, with a look of surprise and confusion similar to Wan Tianren's on his face.
fear.
At the same time, in the black palace located behind the Wu Yue Sect's army, an extremely angry soul wave suddenly erupted. The Wu Yue Sect monks who were staying near the main hall were swept by the wave, and their faces showed angry looks.
But then, the anger turned into pain, and blood instantly poured out of their seven orifices. Everyone screamed at the same time and fell to the ground one after another.
At this moment, the door of the black hall suddenly opened, and with the crazy black wind, a tall figure surrounded by black smoke flew out and flew directly into the sky.
The battlefield instantly became quiet, and everyone felt an unprecedented sense of crisis at this moment, causing them to subconsciously turn their heads and look at the figure isolated in the sky with eyes like the moon.
"Wu Yueshen? Is he finally going to take action himself?" In the Changchun Temple, Tianjizi clenched his fists and became extremely vigilant.
Unexpectedly, Wu Yueshen did not speak after he appeared, nor did he attack the Changchun Temple Formation. Instead, he turned his back to everyone and stared into the distance fiercely.
"This is..." Ni Mu noticed that Wu Yueshen was looking at the direction of Black Wu Mountain, and his heart skipped a beat.
The next moment, everyone saw at the same time that Wu Yueshen suddenly raised his hand and used his fingers as a pen to draw a horizontal line in the void.
In an instant, the situation changed, and a black abyss suddenly opened under Wu Yueshen's feet. The wind roared, and the sound was like the whispers of evil spirits. It was so chaotic and noisy that it gave people a splitting headache.
At the same time, Wu Yueshen also uttered a strange syllable in his mouth. Everyone who heard this syllable felt their souls suddenly shaken, as if they had received some external impact, making them momentarily dazed.
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At this moment, everyone's spiritual thoughts were frantically warning, telling them not to continue staring, but they felt an inexplicable attraction, making them almost unable to look away, and could only stare blankly.
The actions of Wu Yueshen.
"No, you can't look. It blocks your consciousness and five senses!" Ni Mu used his willpower to force his eyes away, closed his senses, and at the same time shouted loudly, and his voice spread throughout the battlefield.
At this time, Wan Tianren also broke away from the temptation to watch Wu Yueshen's movements. When he heard Ni Mu's words, he had no time to think about it. He also closed his senses and shouted his words again.
For a time, on the battlefield, both the Wuyue Sect monks and the Yunhuang League monks were desperately trying to break away from the temptation and close their spiritual consciousness. However, except for those with great perseverance, the rest of them could not look away.
, and even made myself even more obsessed with watching Wu Yueshen's movements.
At this time, Wu Yueshen didn't care about the reactions of others at all. He just kept writing words in mid-air, using extra force with every stroke. At the same time, he also spit out more weird syllables in his mouth.
As the strokes increased, thousands of ferocious ghost hands suddenly appeared in the black abyss under his feet. They struggled to scratch and claw upwards. After a while, there were ferocious evil hands transformed from resentment and malice.
The ghosts climbed out of the black abyss and flew towards Wu Yueshen in a hurry.
These demons were scrambling, not wanting to be the first, so they tore each other's bodies apart in mid-air, biting and clawing at each other, and refused to stop until they completely swallowed the companion who was bigger than them.
As a result, these evil ghosts crawling out of the black abyss soon fell into endless killing among themselves. As the words written by Wu Yueshen became clearer and clearer, more and more syllables came out of his mouth.
, more evil ghosts appeared, and they fought crazily, and the scene became more and more intense.
And when Wu Yueshen finished writing the word "Yuan" completely, the monks who had not yet moved their eyes or closed their senses screamed at the same time. Their whole bodies instantly cracked, their bodies exploded into blood, and their souls rushed towards the black abyss.
It flew over, and continued to twist during the flight, and finally turned into an evil ghost and joined the endless bloody battle.
Among these dead monks, there were both Yunhuang League monks and Wuyue Sect monks, but Wuyue God still did not care about the life and death of these ants, but wrote the second text again.
Gradually, as the second word gradually took shape, fewer and fewer evil spirits crawled out of the black abyss, and the brutal fighting was coming to an end.
When a word "Ming" appeared in the void, only the remains of a four-armed evil ghost were left on the black abyss. Since it had swallowed all the other evil ghosts, its size had grown three times larger than before, and it was even bigger.
There were countless dead souls surrounding his body, and their illusory faces were full of resentment and hatred.
At this time, Wu Yueshen finally lowered his head and glanced at the remaining evil ghosts, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
However, he did not hesitate, and directly reached out and touched the word "Yuan Ming" floating in front of him. In an instant, a black mist enveloped the name.
The four-armed evil ghost seemed to have noticed this scene, and immediately flew up into the clouds, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed the name together with the black mist.
Under the gaze of Wu Yueshen, the evil ghost who swallowed the name patted his belly with satisfaction, then turned his head and glanced at the location of Black Wu Mountain, and then exploded with a bang, turning into extremely pure evil thoughts and disappearing.