But Liang Yan captured King Ping Ping and King Taishan alive, made a big fuss in the Ice and Fire Hell, and released hundreds of thousands of true spirits.
Although these true spirits cannot be resurrected or enter the world of reincarnation, at least they are spared torture.
Liang Yan doesn't have great magic power or great ambitions, so he can't help these true spirits.
The only person he cares about now is his master. In order to save his master, he will pay any price!
As the light pierced the sky, Liang Yan finally left the Ice Fire Prison an hour later.
He flew on the black soil continent for about half an hour. A strong wind gradually blew around him, and streaks passed by him like knives. Even the protective aura was trembling, as if it was about to be broken by the strong wind.
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"This is not Gangfeng"
Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment his pupils shrank: "This is sword energy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Ruoyan's voice was heard: "Yes, from here on, you have entered the 'Knife Mountain Prison'."
"The Prison of Daoshan"
A cold light flashed in Liang Yan's eyes.
By searching the souls of King Pingping and King Taishan, Liang Yan knew that the prisoner of Daoshan Prison was named King Biancheng, and he ranked third among the Ten Lords of Hell.
Different from other ghost cultivators, this person practices the "ghost barbaric secret technique", which uses ghost energy to temper the true spirit and increase its strength. Although he does not have a physical body, his energy is comparable to that of physical cultivators.
And the five unique sword styles he created are even more bizarre and unpredictable, making it hard to guard against!
After pondering for a moment, Liang Yan asked: "Where were you detained before?"
"In the 'Ghost Blade Mountain' southwest of Daoshan Prison." Jia Ruoyan replied.
"Are there any other monks besides you imprisoned there?"
"Yes." Jia Ruoyan nodded: "According to my observation, there are at least five hundred Tongxuan realm monks imprisoned on this floor, and there are fifty prisoners in one 'Ghost Blade Mountain' alone."
"Where is King Bian Cheng's cave?"
"On Ghost Blade Mountain."
After Jia Ruoyan answered, he added: "As far as I know, there is a powerful restriction and isolation between the fifteenth and sixteenth floors. Although they are on the same continent, they are difficult to overcome, and the only teleportation circle is
In King Bian Cheng’s cave.”
"good!"
Liang Yan only thought for a moment and then said decisively: "In this case, we will go straight to Huanglong, capture the King of Biancheng first, and then rescue the imprisoned monks and the five hundred Tongxuan Zhenjun.
If formed into a formation, it is not a weak force and should be able to resist some ghost soldiers."
"Well, I can lead the way!"
Jia Ruoyan smiled slightly. She had stayed in Daoshan Prison for many years and knew the terrain here well.
"On the way to Ghost Blade Mountain from here, you will pass by a mountain peak with many prisoners imprisoned on it. My brother-in-law can rescue them first."
"good."
Liang Yan nodded, said no more, pinched the magic formula in his hand, and turned into light and galloped towards the southwest.
Not long after, he came to the mountain peak Jia Ruoyan mentioned.
I saw that this mountain was tens of thousands of feet high, and it was covered with blades from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. These blades grew out of the soil like big trees, with their tips pointing toward the sky, exuding a cold and murderous atmosphere.
Looking around, there are dozens of monks who have been pierced by the blade. Their corpses are suspended on the mountainside. The blood is flowing down drop by drop, seeping into the soil, and seems to have become the nourishment of the mountain of swords.
"These people are all dead, and they died not long ago." Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Strange! When I was here before, King Bian Cheng never killed prisoners." Jia Ruoyan sounded surprised.
"All the prisoners here are for the purpose of offering sacrifices to the Burial Emperor. Without the order of Tiangong City, the prison master should not dare to make his own decisions."
Liang Yan thought for a moment, sighed and said: "Forget it, there is no time to rescue everyone now, let's go to Ghost Blade Mountain, capture King Bian Cheng, and hold the teleportation circle in our hands first."
"Well, Ghost Blade Mountain is not far ahead."
After some voice communication, Liang Yan continued to gallop toward the southwest.
Half an hour later, there were more and more strong winds around, and they became more and more fierce. Suddenly, two strong winds fell from the sky and intertwined with each other, like a pair of big scissors, slashing towards Liang Yan!
Liang Yan released his spiritual consciousness and realized something was wrong a long time ago. At this moment, he pressed the escape light and the sword energy rushed to both sides, instantly disrupting the Gangfeng.
"The sword energy is so strong, it's time for you to show up, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a group of black clouds slowly gathering in the distance, and then a tall, thin old man appeared.
This old man was wearing a dark brown robe, with horns on his head, a green face and red eyes. He was currently floating in the air with his arms folded across his chest, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind.
"Seeing that fellow Taoist is in such a hurry, why are you in such a hurry? I have thousands of good knives in Dao Mountain Prison. Can you please appreciate them?" the old man said leisurely.
Liang Yan narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the prison master in front of him. After a moment, he smiled and said, "King Bian Cheng, it seems you have been waiting for me for a long time?"
"My fellow Taoists are killing everyone on the ninth floor, how could I not know?"
King Bian Cheng was also examining Liang Yan and said leisurely: "As soon as the ancestor of Guishan died, I knew that a master had entered the ghost prison, so I made preparations in advance. Unless the saint came in person, it was impossible for anyone to break through my Daoshan Prison.
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"oh?"
Liang Yan glanced at him and said calmly: "There was someone who was as confident as you before, but now he has become the dead soul of Liang."
"Are you talking about the Black and White God?" King Bian Cheng looked disdainful: "He is just a dog raised by King Chu Jiang. He obviously has no ability but likes Yelang to be arrogant. Now that he dies at your hands, it is his own fault!"
"Okay, let's see if you have the ability to stop Liang."
Liang Yan said no more, he pinched the sword in his hand, and a bolt of thunder exploded above his head. Then the sword light swept out, like a purple dragon, and he was in front of King Bian Cheng in an instant.
"Well done!"
King Bian Cheng crossed his arms. Although he looked conceited, he was actually very cautious in his heart.
The moment he noticed the change in Liang Yan's aura, he was already running his skills. He saw a blade of light coming out from behind, cutting a circle of black halo, and slashing at the oncoming thunder dragon.
The swords intersected, and layers of halo arose in the air, shattering the void, and turning countless rocks into powder!
Zheng!
The swords screamed in mid-air, and finally the Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder had the upper hand, breaking through the layers of sword light, and moved forward indomitably!
King Bian Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly and he turned around hastily. At the same time, eight afterimages appeared, running away in eight different directions.
"The light of the sword turns into a shadow?"
Liang Yan raised his eyebrows, quickly made a magic spell, and placed the Dingguang Sword Pill on his head.
As the sword light rotates, layers of starlight shine in all directions. The starlight sword energy shines in all directions. No matter how many afterimages there are, there is nothing to hide!
In an instant, seven of the eight afterimages were pierced by the starlight sword energy, leaving only one, who was escaping through the air.
"snort!"
Liang Yan snorted coldly, activated his escape light, and chased forward.
The two of them fought while walking, hitting each other faster and faster. Their swords, energy, and sword light crisscrossed each other. They passed hundreds of moves in an instant and flew thousands of miles south.
Liang Yan always had the upper hand.
But what he didn't expect was that King Bian Cheng actually had a strength close to that of the Ya Sheng, especially his strange brute force, which could deflect his own sword energy. He relied on this brute force to save himself from danger several times.
"Along the way, I have seen all kinds of ghost and secret techniques, but this ghost and barbarian secret technique is the most difficult."
While he was thinking about it, King Bian Cheng, who had been running away, suddenly stopped.
Liang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked attentively, only to see a mountain peak appearing behind King Bian Cheng, which was more than ten thousand feet high and lined with swords.
In this forest of knives, there were at least 300 Tongxuan realm monks who were pierced through the heart by the blade and were lifted up in the air.
Unlike the dead bodies we saw before, the Tongxuan Lords on this mountain are all still alive, but they have been stabbed through the heart by thousands of knives, and their faces are distorted with pain.
"It seems that this is your preparation." Liang Yan said coldly.
"Hahaha!"
King Bian Cheng laughed loudly: "I have known for a long time that your strength is extraordinary. I sacrificed nine sword mountains in advance to serve as the formation's eyes. Now the entire sword mountain prison is my invincible sword formation. No matter how powerful you are, you will still be hated.
Here it is!”
"Now I know why those Nanxuan monks died." Liang Yan sighed softly.
"Are you still in the mood to care about others? Just suffer death!"
King Bian Cheng sneered, flipped his right hand, and a golden ghost-headed long sword appeared, and slashed towards Liang Yan.
When he struck out with his sword, the nine sword mountains distributed in different locations of the sword mountain prison shook at the same time. Countless sword energies surged out, all targeting Liang Yan.
when!
Just a crisp sound was heard, and the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword swung away the Ghost Head Sword.
But the sword energy from the nine sword mountains was overwhelming, rushing around like a strong wind, slashing at them from all kinds of weird angles.
Seeing the chaos of the sword energy, Liang Yan's face remained calm. He pinched the sword secret in his hand and the Lingtian Sword was brushed out, turning into a frost-white sword light, freezing all the sword energy that was coming in mid-air!
"go!"
He waved his hand again, and the ice sword energy spread out in all directions, like thousands of flying fireflies, densely packed.
"not good!"
King Bian Cheng sensed something was wrong and moved quickly, trying to distance himself.
But the thousands of ice sword energy looked slow, but it was extremely fast. When it broke through the air, the surrounding sword light was frozen, so that King Bian Cheng had no time to react and was trapped in the middle in the blink of an eye.
Feeling a biting chill coming from the air, King Bian Cheng's face changed slightly, and he slashed with the Ghost Head Sword in his hand, trying to break out from above.
However, the surrounding space was frozen, even the light of the sword was no exception!
As soon as he swung the Ghost Head Sword, the sword energy was already attached to the blade, and the coldness penetrated into the body through the blade, making King Bian Cheng couldn't help but shiver!
“So cold”
King Bian Cheng shuddered and looked inside, discovering that the true spirit had been injured by the ice sword energy, and the speed of the ghost energy circulation had slowed down a lot.
Although the injury is not serious, if this continues, he will die sooner or later!
"Vibrating knife style!"
In the desperate situation, King Bian Cheng suddenly shook his long sword, and hundreds of sword lights shot out in an instant, shaking the surroundings.
The powerful brute force used the light of the sword as a medium to spread around, actually shattering the ice sword energy that sealed the space! King Bian Cheng escaped from the trap and turned into a ray of light and galloped upwards. In an instant, hundreds of people escaped.
inside.
"Five styles of absolute sword?"
Liang Yan saw this scene from a distance and his expression moved slightly.
Through searching the soul of King Ping Ping, he knew that the person in front of him had a "Juesheng Sword", and he understood the "Five Styles of Juesheng Sword" on the "Juesheng Sword", which is very powerful!
The move that shattered the ice sword energy just now was the "vibrating sword move" among the five absolute sword moves!
"Don't let him get out of trouble!"
With a thought in his mind, Liang Yan pinched the sword secret in his hand again, and the star sword light flashed hundreds of miles away, blocking King Bian Cheng's head, and slashed him with his sword.
"Weeping knife style!"
King Bian Cheng muttered silently in his heart, placed the Juesheng knife across his head, and flicked the blade with his fingers.
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard, and the screams came from far and near, making people feel boundless and angry.
Liang Yan was also affected, but the anger in his eyes flashed away and was quickly suppressed by the Buddhist mind.
But King Bian Cheng took this momentary opportunity to avoid the star sword light, escape from Liang Yan's killing move, and finally saved the day.
"I almost died"
King Bian Cheng was still frightened and quickly retreated.
He held the sword in one hand and made a quick seal with the other. He heard several muffled sounds coming from behind him. The mana of more than 300 Tongxuan Zhenjun on Ghost Blade Mountain was injected into the formation eye, and the power of the sword formation rapidly increased!
"Curse Knife Style!"
King Bian Cheng shouted fiercely, holding the sword in both hands and slashing forward.
The moment he swung the Juesheng Sword, the blades on the nine sword mountains rose into the air, and millions of long knives flew through the air. The sky was filled with sword light, like snow falling on the twelfth lunar month, endless.
!
Liang Yan released his spiritual consciousness and found that every long sword around him had the same runes on it. It was like a spiritual intelligence was born, killing on its own without the need for King Bian Cheng to control it.
"What a great five-step sword!"
Liang Yan frowned slightly, his mind turning.
King Bian Cheng has profound cultivation and mysterious sword skills. In addition, he has refined the entire Sword Mountain Prison into a formation. By combining the power of the magic formation with the "Five Absolute Sword Styles", he already has the strength to rival that of the Ya Sheng.
"Don't fight for a long time, otherwise reinforcements will arrive!"
Thinking of this, Liang Yan made a decisive decision and jumped forward desperately, pushing the Nine Turns Golden Pill to the extreme.
The Buddhist golden light came out of his body, blocking him from the surrounding sword light.
However, there are millions of long knives in the sword formation, and they are so powerful that even with Buddhist golden light protection, it is impossible to completely prevent them.
Within a moment, Liang Yan's left arm was scratched by the blade, and the skin and flesh rolled around, leaving a deep wound.
But he still keeps moving forward!
When King Bian Cheng saw this scene from a distance, his expression changed slightly and he subconsciously ran away.
But just as his escape light was on, the void above his head split open, and countless star sword energy washed down like a waterfall, sealing all his escape routes in the blink of an eye.
"Does this kid want to fight me to the death?"
King Bian Cheng frowned, because Liang Yan was now only attacking but not defending, and he showed a posture that he wanted to die with him.
"I don't believe you are not afraid of death!"
He calmed down, no longer flinched, and used the "cursed sword style" with all his strength, slashing all the long knives in the sword array at Liang Yan.
Suddenly he heard a long roar, and Liang Yan, who was galloping, pointed with his hand, and a circle of black sword light came out from the Taixu gourd, slashing for hundreds of miles, annihilating all nearby sword lights, including King Bian Cheng's escape light.
