The old Holy Master of the Sword Pool Holy Land is indeed a great man of his generation, and the magic power he left in his sword talisman is also unprecedentedly huge.
In the underground palace passage, a loud roaring sound was suddenly released, and the rumbling sound echoed in all directions.
With the sword energy in front of him, the golden handprint suddenly encountered an unprecedented obstacle and was unable to make any progress.
Seeing this scene, Wei Mengting couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and happened to meet Lu Yu.
"Why is it you!" Wei Mengting's eyes widened and she was obviously stunned for a moment.
Back in the Imperial Capital, Lu Yu had left such a deep impression on her that even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, she still recognized Lu Yu at a glance when she saw him.
Seeing Lu Yu actually rushing over, Wei Mengting couldn't help but said anxiously: "Hurry up, it's dangerous behind you!"
Could this kid be crazy?
Couldn't he see what was going on behind him?
But as soon as Wei Mengting finished speaking, a sharp strong wind came from behind her.
Wei Mengting quickly turned around and looked around, only to see that the Holy Land Sword Talisman she was so proud of had consumed the last bit of power and had dissipated in the air.
After all, the sword energy released by the Holy Master of Sword Pool did not completely destroy the huge golden hand seal.
From the billowing yin energy, a ghost monk slowly walked out.
The ghost monk was surrounded by Yin Qi and had completely transformed into a skeleton. There seemed to be a dark flame burning in the dark eye sockets.
It was the ghost monk Xuanzang that Lu Yu had encountered before!
The countless arms that I saw just now from the ghost energy in all directions were actually transformed by the light wheel behind the ghost monk.
Golden Buddhist runes appeared around the ghost monk, swirling around him, and the sound of Buddhist Zen chanting faintly echoed in all directions.
This seemingly compassionate Buddhist technique was performed by such a creature that was neither human nor ghost. In addition, the Yin Qi that was constantly shrouding it from all directions made the ghost monk's aura become even more weird.
The ghost monk's pale palm grasped the sword energy in front of him through the air.
Click, click, click!
A crisp sound suddenly resounded in all directions.
The supreme sword energy was like a plaything in the hands of the ghost monk, easily crushed to pieces.
That extremely precious sword talisman also lost the last of its power and turned into a ball of ashes.
"Not good!" Seeing this scene, Wei Mengting only felt her scalp numb.
That was the most powerful sword talisman left to her by her grandfather.
However, in the hands of this ghost, he actually couldn't hold on to a stick of incense.
The masters of the Wei family who were following Wei Mengting fled desperately along the way, and in the end she was the only one left.
"Damn it, I don't believe you can defeat Xuan Tie." Wei Mengting bit her red lips tightly and summoned a long sword in her hand.
She is the next successor of the Sword Pool Holy Land. Even if she faces a powerful enemy, she still cannot sit still and wait for death.
"Three Thousand Sword Immortals, kill!"
Wei Mengting just flicked her fingers, and a sword flower appeared in the long sword in her hand. Thousands of sword energy spread in all directions, condensing the phantoms of sword immortals out of thin air.
This is the Three Thousand Sword Immortals of the Sword Pool Holy Land!
Each one of them is a top-notch sword cultivator in the world today.
Wei Mengting summoned the phantoms of three thousand sword immortals, transformed them into people with their swords, and each used different sword moves to attack the ghost monk from all directions.