After a long period of time, the secret realm of Lianyun Mountain has become looming, and the secret space and reality have begun to merge.
The six major sects gathered on the outskirts of the secret realm, with thousands of people in attendance, led by the monks of their respective sects in the transformation stage.
Wu Ming and Chen Yuxin, his master and apprentice, stood in the Wentian Pavilion team and quietly watched the secret realm open.
Suddenly, the brilliance of the secret space flashed, completely blending with the real space, revealing a dark space fault.
"Passing through the light curtain is the secret realm. Elders with high cultivation levels lead their disciples into the secret realm!"
Each sect issued orders, and countless elders with cultivation levels above Nascent Soul led their disciples to rush into the secret realm.
The next moment, a gray curtain of light suddenly refracted out of the secret realm.
Monks whose cultivation level is below the Nascent Soul Realm are not affected and can enter the secret realm as usual, but those whose cultivation level is higher than the Nascent Soul Realm are blocked one after another.
"What's going on? There are restrictions on entry to this secret realm?"
"Let's try again and see if we can break through the secret realm's protection and let us go in."
The elders who were stopped took action one after another, attacking the exposed parts of the secret realm.
A wave of attacks hit the gray light screen, and all the attacks were bounced back.
Many people who were unable to dodge were hit by his own attacks, and the whole scene was in chaos.
...in the secret realm...
The disciples who followed the elders into the secret realm accounted for almost one-third of the people in each major sect.
Wu Ming only felt that the space was constantly upside down. When he opened his eyes, the surrounding scenery had changed.
This is an underground palace, and everyone is in a hall. There are fluorescent night beads on the head, lighting up the surrounding scenery.
Wu Ming looked up and found that there were about two thousand people in the hall, and twenty-four ancient swords hanging quietly on the surrounding walls.
"Hey, where is the elder who led the team? Why are we the only ones left?"
"Look, there is a sword on the wall. It must be a treasure!"
Along with the discussion, some greedy disciples couldn't help but stretched out their hands towards the sword on the wall.
The next second, the entire hall trembled slightly, and twenty-four ancient swords rose into the sky at the same time.
"Buzz!"
There was a sword cry, and the disciple who reached out to touch the sword was split into two in an instant.
After the sword saw blood, the massacre began instantly. The twenty-four swords turned into twenty-four rays of light and began to shuttle among the crowd.
"Everyone's heart is the defensive array!"
Someone in the crowd started to shout, but it was too late.
I saw that in front of these twenty-four swords, the disciples in the Qi training stage and the foundation building stage were simply included in the scope of being slaughtered.
A monk at the Golden Core stage can barely resist two attacks, but when faced with simultaneous attacks from multiple swords, he will be cut into pieces in the blink of an eye.
Among the monks present, the ones with the highest level of cultivation were the Nascent Soul stage disciples, and there were probably hundreds of them.
Only these Nascent Soul cultivators were able to fight back against the swords that came to kill them, and they could barely protect some of the disciples around them.
"There is a killing array as soon as you enter. This secret realm is probably not a good place!" Wu Ming protected Chen Yuxin and Chen Xuan, quickly retreated to a corner, and observed the scene around them.
In just half a minute, hundreds of disciples with low cultivation levels were killed on the spot.
The strong smell of blood and dismembered corpses were scattered all over the place, as if they were in the Asura Hell.
"Senior brother's heart!" Chen Yuxin exclaimed in his ears. Wu Ming quickly looked back and saw a sword shooting out of his eyes.
Wu Ming stood completely still until the sword was about to strike him, then he moved like a rabbit and swung out a punch.
"Dong..."
A dull sound of impact was heard, and the sword was knocked away by Wu Ming's punch, resolving the crisis.
Wu Ming felt it for himself. The attack power of this sword was equivalent to a full-strength blow from a Golden Core monk, and it did not pose a threat to him.
"Monks from the Alchemy Sect, gather around me and protect the disciples with low cultivation levels with all your strength!" A Nascent Soul monk from the Alchemy Sect issued a summons, wanting to gather the disciples to fight against the sword that was coming to kill them.
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The next second, the monks of the Alchemy Sect responded to this senior brother's call without waiting.
Suddenly, four swords came out of the air and passed around this person.
Click...
The expression on his face was full of slackness. Under the gaze of everyone, this disciple at the Nascent Soul stage had four lines of blood appear on his body and turned into a pile of minced meat and collapsed to the ground.
"How is this possible?" Wu Ming frowned, looking at the beheaded Nascent Soul monk, he had a bad feeling.
After he tested them just now, he came to the conclusion that the attack power of these swords was not enough to kill the Yuanying monks.
But facts speak louder than words. Things that shouldn't happen happen, which is unbelievable.
"Look, the blood on the ground is disappearing!" A cry came out, causing everyone to look quickly.
The entire hall had turned into a Shura battlefield, and the blood on the ground had already gathered into a river.
But looking at it now, there wasn't even a drop of blood on the ground, as if the blood had been absorbed by something.
"ah..."
There was another scream, and the second Yuanying monk was killed on the spot by the sword.
Wu Ming frowned and took a step forward. He collided head-on with the two flying swords and immediately noticed the difference.
The first time I fought with the swords, the attack power of these swords was equivalent to a full blow from a Golden Core monk. But at this moment, the attack power of these swords has actually been greatly improved, reaching the level of a third-level Nascent Soul monk.
, to the point of hitting with all my strength.
"Could this blood increase the power of these swords?" Feeling the change in power, Wu Ming's face became solemn.
He can still compete with the attack power of the Nascent Soul stage, but no matter how high it is, it won't be good.
If these swords absorb blood, they can increase their strength. Even if they only increase to the out-of-body stage, it will be enough to make his situation dangerous.
"Fire!" Wu Ming clenched his hands suddenly, and three flames suddenly appeared in his hands, causing a wave of blazing heat.
Wu Ming is not only a monk, he is also a mage.
Once upon a time, Wu Ming spent more than forty years to reach the level of a legendary mage.
After his reincarnation, his original mental power was not lost. During the fourteen years of growth, he has initially recovered the strength of the legendary mage. If compared to the world of cultivation, his magic cultivation is equivalent to entering the out-of-body stage for the first time. This is
His biggest trump card.
"go!"
With a sudden wave of his hand, three flames shot out, attacking not the twenty-four swords in the strangulation, but the corpses on the ground.
The fire burned raging, the hot flames devoured everything, and burned all the blood at the same time.
After doing all this, Wu Ming knew that he couldn't wait and watch any longer. After all, the first killing array was so powerful, it would be really bad if there was anything behind it. Even with his selfish character, he still needed to protect these people.
Explore the way behind.
"The Earth!" He grabbed forward with his right hand, and ten meters ahead, the ground suddenly rolled.
In an instant, a big hand made of soil shot up from the ground and grabbed a sword that was about to fly by.
"Petrified!"
Wu Ming shouted in a low voice, grabbed the sword with his big clay hand, and quickly petrified it from bottom to top.
The sword that was caught in the hand and struggling desperately was visible to the naked eye, sealed by the big hand made of mud, and fell into a state of petrification.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
I don’t know if such an attack encountered any hidden rules.
The five swords that were attacking others turned their muzzles at the same time and fired towards Wu Ming's position.
Wu Ming was covered with a layer of mage armor, and he looked like a general on the battlefield, relying on his powerful body to punch the sword that was coming to kill him.
"The Holy Law of Fighting, the Fist of Killing, the Fist of Destruction!"
Countless fist shadows rose into the air and collided head-on with the five swords.
In an instant, the impact caused a sonic boom, roaring like it pierced the eardrums.
Wu Ming himself did not retreat but advanced. He stepped forward and grabbed a sword directly in his hand.
"Buzz buzz..." The sword was caught and trembled violently.
Wu Ming's whole body flashed with light like jade. Not only was he not shocked, but he laughed and said: "If it were me before, it would be too late to dodge when I encountered you. But now, I am a fellow practitioner on both sides, and my physical body is no longer mine.
It’s weak!”
After laughing, Wu Ming raised his fist and struck the sword hard.
Once, twice, three times...
With one punch, the light flowed on the sword, like an embryo being beaten, and cracks appeared on the sword.
"Fist of Destruction!"
"Click..."
With the last punch, the sword let out a mournful cry, turned into pieces of iron and fell into pieces, with the faint intention of being put back together again.
After seeing these swords broken into pieces, they still refused to give up and wanted to put them back together again.
Wu Ming's eyes narrowed, and he pressed down with his right hand. Suddenly, accompanied by bursts of cold air, the broken sword was frozen on the ground.
After doing all this, Wu Ming raised his head and looked around.
I saw the remaining twenty-two swords rising into the sky at the same time, with a faint red light emitting from the swords, and they began to merge rapidly in pairs.
"There are actually changes!" Wu Ming's face turned gloomy and he took the lead in launching the attack.
Other monks also noticed something was wrong, and various attacks came one after another, trying to interrupt the fusion of these swords.
Ding ding ding...
A series of attacks interrupted the fusion of the fourteen swords.
After the fusion was interrupted, these swords seemed to have suffered backlash, falling to the ground one by one, losing their previous charm.
Unfortunately, after interrupting the fusion of the fourteen swords, eight of them still slipped through the net.
Before everyone could attack again, the eight fish that had slipped through the net had been completely fused to form four blood-red swords. The swords exuded the pungent smell of blood. (To be continued.)