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The third thousand two hundred and thirty-eight chapters hone the sword of consciousness

Bai Lingpu is a famous smiling tiger in the entire Liuguang Sword Sect, although Ye Bufan just passed through the Yin and Yang realm with the help of two women, Luo Bingyan and Shen Qiyun.

But for some reason, he felt extremely uneasy in his heart, so he suddenly ordered his disciples to deal with the other party.

The core disciple of the Fifth Peak is Sima Cuo, and he is also the most promising person to become the direct descendant of the sect leader. In this case, removing Wang Liang will not have much impact.

His voice transmission was silent, and he always had a signature smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

As his disciple, Wang Liang was also a scheming person. He nodded slightly and did not react too obviously.

After preparations were completed, Hua Bingyu waved her hand, and Hong Tian directly activated the formation. Suddenly, a wave of energy enveloped the entire Demonic Sound Pond, and then a sharp sound sounded.

This thing sounds like nothing outside the formation, not even noise, but for these people inside, it is definitely a great torture.

The Demonic Sound Pond is not unworthy of its reputation. It is also a testing place for disciples, and its level is higher than that of the Yin and Yang Realm. Even the Great Yi Immortal cannot bear it here.

But it is not adjusted to the highest level right away, but gradually strengthened.

The demonic sound sounded at this moment, like sharp swords piercing into the sea of ​​consciousness of these immortals, attacking the souls.

As soon as the scene started, a middle-stage Xuanxian disciple who was lucky enough to pass through the Yin-Yang Realm could not bear it. He fell down and fell directly into the pool below, and was then teleported outside.

Under the shroud of the formation, the outside consciousness cannot enter at all, and the inside becomes an independent world.

Wang Liang sat behind Ye Bufan, with a sneer on his lips. He quietly flicked his fingers, and a sharp ray of wind shot towards the Mingmen point behind Ye Bufan.

His movements were extremely concealed, and he used the most common techniques of the Liuguang Sword Sect.

In this way, even if Ye Bufan was transferred into the pond and the sect became angry, they would not be able to find out who did it.

Anyway, eight hundred disciples gathered here, who knows who did it?

No matter what, according to the sect's rules, as long as you fall into the water, you will be eliminated.

As expected of Bai Lingpu's disciple, Wang Liang's calculations were ringing, and everything was going according to plan.

But then he was shocked to find that the wind finger fell on Ye Bufan's body and hit it hard, but there was no reaction at all.

They were still sitting cross-legged in the void, as if nothing had happened.

"Well……"

What's going on? Did it fail? Impossible, but I can see it clearly.

After waiting for a long time, Ye Bufan still didn't drop it, and Wang Liang looked confused.

Just when he was about to sneak attack again, the demonic voice in his mind suddenly strengthened.

The previous demonic sounds were like sharp arrows shooting at the soul, but he could still resist it with his strong mental power.

But at this moment, Moyin's attack suddenly strengthened, turning into a huge long knife and slashing down hard.

"ah!"

Wang Liang couldn't bear it anymore, he let out a scream, and his mental strength was instantly weakened.

Without the control of his mind, his body no longer suspended in the void, fell into the pool with a thud, and was then sent outside the formation.

"this……"

His face was pale, and he looked at Ye Bufan still sitting there in the Demon Sound Pond, full of unwillingness.

At the same time, my heart was filled with shock and doubts. What on earth is going on?

I am a peak Xuanxian, but I can't bear this terrifying magic sound. The other party is just a waste that has not even transformed into immortal essence. How can I persist longer than myself?

Others were also quite shocked. You must know that Wang Liang was the second disciple of the Fifth Peak and was extremely powerful. How could he fail so quickly just under Sima Cuo?

Bai Lingpu's face was the ugliest. He originally wanted this disciple to clear the way for Sima Cuo and deal with Ye Bufan, but why did he fall into the water?

But there were so many eyes here, especially Hua Bingyu, the pinnacle of the Great Luo Immortal, that he did not dare to act rashly. He suppressed his doubts for the time being and did not ask.

Ye Bufan was still sitting cross-legged in the void, his body motionless, as if nothing had happened, but a sneer could not help but form at the corner of his mouth.

A guy like this wants to sneak attack on him. Among other things, he needs the thunder god's physical training technique, which is not something the opponent can break through casually.

And he made a casual move, mixing the Divine Consciousness Knife into the sonic attack, and directly cut the opponent off his horse.

Poor Wang Liang didn't know how he lost until he was eliminated.

After dealing with this clown, Ye Bufan came to his senses and began to study the sonic attack of Demonic Sound Pool.

His current mental strength is strong, but he is still very uncomfortable under this dense magic sound.

For a quarter of an hour, there was no difficulty for his mental power now, and he had nothing to do, so he began to sink all his energy into the sea of ​​consciousness.

As time went by, the intensity of the demonic sound became stronger and stronger, and the intensive attacks were like sharp swords inserted into his sea of ​​consciousness, shaking his soul.

"This thing is interesting!"

Although there was no problem in passively enduring it, it was still uncomfortable, so Ye Bufan began to try to fight back.

With a thought in his mind, a divine consciousness knife appeared in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and he slashed through it with a fierce slash.

There was just a click, and the sword transformed from the demonic sound instantly shattered.

“This method really works!”

According to Ye Bufan's idea, he only needs to survive for a quarter of an hour, and there is no need to act too outstandingly.

There was nothing wrong with him during this period, so he controlled the Divine Consciousness Knife to counterattack the sonic attack.

Every time he slashes, a sonic sword will be broken.

It's just that there are too many of them. If you want to destroy them all, you can only speed up the speed of the sword.

So he controlled the Divine Consciousness Sword to draw the sword faster and faster, and finally turned into a blade of light, completely protecting his sea of ​​consciousness.

As he fought back, Moyintan seemed to be enraged, and his attacks became stronger and stronger, far more powerful than others.

But Ye Bufan didn't know this. At this moment, his mind was completely immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he was only focused on controlling the divine consciousness knife.

Unknowingly, I have entered a state of selflessness, and I am completely unaware of everything happening outside.

I have been inheriting this divine skill for a long time, but this is the first time I have used it like this.

In the past, he had always used the Divine Consciousness Knife as a means of sneak attack and as a trump card to save his life. He had never practiced it so seriously before.

By chance, Moyin just became his best whetstone.

As he slashed out one sword after another, he didn't realize that his mental power was rising rapidly during this confrontation, becoming stronger and stronger.

Not only is he standing at the pinnacle of the Great Immortal, he has already faintly launched an attack on the Great Immortal.

He was having a great time practicing here, but the other people next to him were not so relaxed. They were all suffering terribly under Mo Yin's torture.

Luo Bingyan and other Great Immortals were better off, but those Xuan Immortals were like dumplings, plopping into the pool.

Time passed minute by minute, and when a quarter of an hour passed, there were only twelve figures left in the sky above the Demonic Sound Pond.


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