The monk whose spiritual consciousness condensed into a sword took a step back.

His eyes were deep, looking straight into the depths of Dahei Mountain.

He wanted to use his heart to turn the Intention Sword to cut off the monster in the late stage of foundation building, but unexpectedly, the Intention Sword was blocked by an unknown spiritual consciousness as soon as it was fired.

It was not the kind of head-on battle, but his sword was melted away during the slash.

With such a powerful spiritual power, the other party's visualization must have a profound foundation, and the master of the spiritual consciousness also has strong strength.

"Senior Brother Lei, something is wrong."

The sword cultivator sent a voice transmission with the monk wearing an orange robe.

Lei Wuji's eyes were slightly darker and he said, "What did Junior Brother Zhuang discover?"

At first, Lei Wuji thought that what they were going to deal with was a mountain forest king who gathered together to roar. Even if he was extremely powerful, he was an ant that could be controlled at will for Sunset Mountain.

Looking at it today, the Daheishan formation is shrouded in the great black mountain formation, the formation is solid and strong, and the power of demons and monsters is integrated.

Even if the two mid-stage Jindan monks join forces to attack, it will be difficult to break the Great Heishan Mountain for a while.

This matter has been delayed for a long time, but it is not good for Sunset Mountain.

The demons in the underworld have coveted human cultivation resources for a long time, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not use this excuse to start a big battle and fight for the resources used for cultivation.

The Heavenly Ghost King in the depths has reached the peak of the Golden Pill, and he needs a large amount of resources to support him in continuing his practice.

On Sunset Mountain, twenty-one peak sword masters.

Lei Wuji is the master of the ninth thunder peak.

When I received the news about Chiwu Sect, Luo Sun Mountain didn't care much. The sword cultivator was proud, and Luo Sun Mountain was also a top sect in the small wilderness domain. I felt that the matter could be settled by just relying on the reputation.

This was indeed the case in the past.

The sect forces will not easily fight and kill.

Relying on one's own background or tacit understanding between backers, most of them turn big things into small things.

Therefore, he set out a little late and did not go all out even if he flew away.

It was not until after arriving that Lei Wuji realized that he seemed to have met a young man this time, and the other party dared to cause such a disaster to destroy the human sect.

"The strength of the Great Heishan Ghost King seems to be problematic..."

Junior brother Zhuang Hai's words pulled his thoughts back. Lei Wuji narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "The strength of the Great Black Mountain Demon King may require us to join forces to compete with him."

Surprise flashed in Zhuang Hai's eyes.

Although it had been expected, when the sect came, it was because the strength of the Great Heishan Demon King was very strong, so it sent two mid-stage Jindan cultivators.

The two of them are also among the top masters of each peak. They are also old-fashioned masters who have been famous for a long time.

"Senior brother, at least we have to see him, otherwise how to find out."

...

"Where is the Ghost King of the Great Black Mountain!"

The vast power is as bright as the sky, condenses and sinks from the sky, and turns into this rolling world.

It turned into a black cloud, covering the entire Black Mountain.

All the people in the Daheishan forces, whether they were demons and ghosts or monks who were temporarily retained, heard the power of the Jindan Grandmaster.

"Are you finally here?"

Nie Quanjiu stood in the formation, looked up, his eyes fell on the two of them, and his spiritual consciousness also opened, like Mianyu, locking the figure of the Jindan monk.

Although with his cultivation level, he could not see each other for a long time.

"Golden Pill Master."

"And, two."

"The pressure fluctuations of these two people are not ordinary people."

Tie Yu's face was solemn, and he turned his hat on his head, revealing a scarlet eye. A green-horned demon was standing beside him. As the mainstay of the Great Heishan forces, they all needed to guard the foundation nodes of the formation.

And monks in the false alchemy realm are even more single-minded.

Even if there is no one who presides over the formation, the vague formation pattern also blocks the invading enemy for Daheishan.

Black Mountain, Ghost King Hall.

Above the cushion, the red-haired monk who closed his eyes and rested suddenly opened his eyes, and two golden lights turned into glass light and converged into the child's hole.

In the blink of an eye, the man had disappeared.

"Here you come."

Lei Wuji tried his best to lower his voice.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to speak loudly, but that all his spiritual consciousness is condensed into a sword net, and he doesn’t want to be distracted at this time. It should be noted that when facing such a naughty young man, anything can happen.

Such people are either young people who are completely ignorant of the consequences, or they are confident enough in themselves, or they have both.

Zhuang Hai's sword finger was pulled forward, his little finger overlapped with Wuming, his thumb was buckled inward, and a little bit of spiritual light was blessed, and the sword intent surging around him turned into the spring breeze and merged into the air, as if the sharpness just now was just an illusion.

The man who came in the air turned his hand and pushed it. The warm wind in front of him was separated from him. There was a breeze inside, and after the diversion was a howling wind.

But he could only blow the clothes and red hair of the person who missed the air.

Lei Wuji looked at the person who came, and the surprise in his eyes was beyond words. However, because of the strength of his mood and visualization, he did not show it, but instead gave people a sense of confidence.

"Later?"

"Why is the power of the divine consciousness so powerful and the physical cultivation is so weak? Is it because it is injured?"

In a moment, Lei Wuji thought a lot.

A monk can only keep his mind pure at all times.

However, when the mood is turbulent, it is like ordinary people, and millions of thoughts arise instantly.

The ghost cultivator with red hair and horns, wearing a black Taoist robe, had no joy or sorrow in his face. The dark eyes were like a cold pool abyss. When he looked directly, he felt a chill in his heart, as if he was not facing a monk.

It's like a secular mortal who sees ghosts.

"Why are fellow Taoists making noise in front of our mansion?"

"Sunset Mountain, Lei Wuji, I have seen fellow Taoists." Lei Wuji bowed and bowed, as if he had a full greeting.

The junior brother beside him did not salute. In his eyes, he did not need to use the etiquette of a monk when facing the demon. The other party could not understand the respect in it, and said coldly: "Are you the Ghost King of the Great Heishan?"

Tushanjun was not angry at Zhuang Hai's cold question, but bowed to Lei Wuji and said, "I heard that the 21 Golden Dan Peak of Sunset Mountain is the ninth peak, and I guess you are the ninth peak, Lei Wuji, the master of the Thunder Sword."

As he spoke, Tushan Jun couldn't help but look at Lei Wuji.

The other party looked about thirty or forty years old, with a clear angular face, and a lot of sharpness added to it. It was only the two thick eyebrows that pressed down on the sharp momentum.

His eyes were like thunder, and they contained lightning, and they all became the intent of the children's rotation of swords.

Unlike ordinary monks, Lei Wuji had a fur and was tied up with casual usage belts, looking like a hedgehog holding a spike on his back.

Lei Wuji stopped his junior brother and then said, "It's just a name, I don't know what friends call me?"

Tushan Jun said calmly: "Daheishan, Tushan Jun, the unknown little servant. You must have never heard of it."

Lei Wuji shook his head and laughed: "Fellow Taoist is not an unknown man."

The small wilderness is said to be big and small.

Most of the Jindan monks know each other a little, and those Jindan masters who have made a name for themselves are even more famous, and they are considered to be famous in the small wilderness world.

"My Healing Game"

Now, a strange Jindan cultivator suddenly popped up, and the opponent's strength actually reached the late stage of Jindan.

Will such a monk be an unknown person?

Obviously not.

Even if he is unknown for a while, he will become famous in the small wilderness area in the future.

Lei Wuji even suspected that Tushanjun came from other realms, and that unstable aura should have turned out to be like this because he was injured.

It was precisely because he suddenly broke in that he knew very little about the agreement between the forces of the small wilderness sects and was eager to gain a foothold that he would do the destruction of the human sect.

I have to say that Lei Wuji guessed it later, but unfortunately the source was wrong.

"If you have nothing to do, please come back. Daheishan is in chaos and will be welcomed later."

Seeing that Mr. Tushan was so angrily, Zhuang Hai was furious from his heart.

That's a big deal of extermination.

Two thousand lives in Chiwu Sect, they killed them as soon as they were killed. Now, this devil is pretending to be stupid with their fellow brothers. Since he knows the name of the Benlei Sword, how could he not know the Sunset Mountain?

How could I not know that Chiwu Sect is an affiliated sect of Luo Sun Mountain?

If you kill someone, you still pretend to be stupid. Do you really think that you can get your life by just a lake?

That was two thousand people.
To be continued...