One person was surrounded by a powerful spiritual cyclone, and a Dharma sign could be faintly seen above his head.
Solemn, solemn, and extremely majestic, this is the divine and military phase!
The cyclone surrounded her body, forming a tyrannical protective cover. She held a silver spear with transparent spear power flowing on it. Anyone who came close to it and was contaminated by it would be killed instantly.
Taking action was the most powerful magic weapon, which was enough to prove that Lin Xiuran's anger had reached its extreme.
On the other side, the sky is surrounded by black shadows, and the evil energy affects the air flow in this space. It also forms an arc-shaped cyclone, wrapping itself up. The realm is tyrannical, and the two sides are facing each other head-on.
"Lin Xiuran, my dear granddaughter. I know very well how much ability you have and how much you weigh. All these years, have you thought that this old man is really no match for you? You are very strong in the martial arts, which is understandable, but you... are not even close!"
With a thought in his mind, the old man in black robe waved his sleeves, and the boundless evil spirit sealed the battle circle. The two figures began to rotate following the flow of the breath. The two breaths collided fiercely, and only two rays of light could be seen intertwined.
"Lin Xiuran, I advise you to stop now, maybe it's still too late. The gate to the underworld has been opened, and the underworld army will also wake up. When the underworld road is completely connected, the power of the old man will be invincible."
The two sides did not really take action. In their spiritual consciousness, the Shenwu Xiang had already started a confrontation with the spiritual consciousness of the black-robed old man. The two sides were in a stalemate, with gun shadows and Qi Jin clashing, and it was difficult to tell the difference for a while.
It turned out that for so many years, the old man in black robe had pretended to be Lin Yuanqiao, but he had not revealed his true strength. He also hid most of his strength in the competition with Lin Xiuran. Although he had guessed a little, it was also unexpected.
Suddenly, Lin Xiuran's shadow flashed, holding a spear, and fiercely attacked the black-robed old man.
"The power of divine weapons and spears!"
Phew! Boom!
The shadow of the gun stirred up, setting off layers of fluctuations. The aftermath made the space almost split open.
This duel was no longer at a level that ordinary people could touch. The energy exploded in mid-air, but the aftermath was contained, so at least the space above Mang Mountain was relatively complete.
At the same time, Feng Mian opened the road to the underworld. Everyone threw the mutants who had lost their command one by one. They used them to fly into the vortex to form a long human ladder to prepare for the subsequent intrusion.
Everyone flashed at the same time and appeared beside Feng Mian.
"This group of rabble has been cleared up, so we can use them to our advantage. Of course, I know exactly what you are going to say. We don't have the underworld weapon with us, so we can't set foot in the underworld at all. If we do, it will only cause trouble for you."
Feng Mian had no energy to care about anything else, all his attention was in mid-air.
"Go ahead, you are the only one among us who can help her and have the strength to fight that old guy. Leave this place to us. If something strange comes out, we are still capable of stopping it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of black energy suddenly surged in the crack below. It surged up quickly and turned into a beam of light that shot straight into the sky. In an instant, a burst of black energy enveloped the sky, centered on Mangshan Mountain, and spread in all directions.
Strong pressure came, and Yue Fengling and others couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground. But they forced themselves to hold on, gritted their teeth, and quickly used their spiritual power. Although it was very strenuous, it was still bearable.
"Haha...haha...God help me! The road to the underworld has finally been opened. This space will be enveloped by the underworld energy, and all your cultivation will be useless.
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, so don’t make a desperate struggle and give up!”
The old man in black robe opened his palms, and the powerful dark energy was under control. A vortex condensed in the palms of his hands.
His eyes changed, and he became extremely fierce. Then he struck out with a palm, shocking the world.
"Big mysterious ghost hand!"
A huge palm print fell from the sky, containing the power of thousands of souls, and attacked Lin Xiuran's Dharma.
The power of divine martial arts surged, forming a barrier to confront the ghost hand. The two forces devoured each other and roared to cancel each other out. However, the power of ten thousand souls quickly broke through the defense, and Lin Xiuran's delicate body flashed and retreated.
Now the underworld road is wide open, and the surroundings are filled with powerful underworld energy. Therefore, all their cultivation levels have weakened, and the power of the old man in black robe has doubled. It is indeed difficult to resist head-on.
At the critical moment, behind Lin Xiuran, a hand suddenly grabbed it and spun it around in mid-air. Feng Mian protected Lin Xiuran and then struck out with a palm. The earth evil palm and the support of the soul master barely managed to neutralize the ghost hand.
"Of course, are you okay? You've worked hard, but your strength has not recovered after being sealed. It's normal that you are no match for him. You should leave it to me next, and you should take a rest first."
Without the blessing of the underworld weapon, Lin Xiuran could fight to this point, which is already very good.
"Oh? Feng Mian boy, I guess you know the current situation and successfully unlocked the seal of the underworld. You have nothing to do here anymore. Just hand over what I want, and you can get out. I won't argue with you."
The black-robed old man was condescending, looking down at Feng Mian. His hands were still filled with energy, as if there were thousands of souls in his hands. A move by the Great Mysterious Ghost Hand should not be underestimated.
"Hand over the thing? I have said before that the thing is in my hands. If you have the ability, you can take it yourself. Do you think that if you open the path to the underworld and this Mangshan Mountain is surrounded by the underworld weapon, you will be able to go anywhere?"
Taking a step forward, the black energy around him swirled. Feng Mian waved his right hand and the Soul Suppressing Sword appeared.
"The mob just now are not from the Nether Realm, so the Soul Suppressing Sword is useless to them. But you are different. If I guessed correctly, you are an orthodox Nether Clan person. You don't know about it, right?"
On the soul-suppressing sword, lines of underworld energy surged. Feng Mian had the Earthly Evil Underworld Armor on him, so he was not afraid at all and could control it very well. The sword energy trembled, producing waves of buzzing sounds.
Not only that, when the soul-suppressing sword appeared, those who tried to break free from the gap were stunned. In an instant, the pressure on Yue Fengling and others was reduced a lot.
But only Lin Xiuran did not feel any strange from beginning to end. The turmoil of the underworld energy and the things in the gap seemed to have nothing to do with her. But her mind was on Feng Mian, and she did not notice the changes.
"We'd better retreat now! Let Feng Mian handle this. What he holds in his hand is the treasure of the underworld, the Soul Suppressing Sword. Although we don't know where it came from, it is indeed something we can't interfere with."
Without any hesitation, Yue Fengling signaled to Lin Xiuran, turned around and left. If they continued to stay here, if their spiritual power could not withstand the erosion of the underworld, they would still bring unnecessary trouble to Feng Mian.
Not long after, everyone appeared on the outskirts of Mangshan Mountain. They took a long breath and felt much relaxed all over. But they were shocked to find one thing, that is, Lin Xiuran did not follow them out.
Turning around, I saw Deng Yutian and others appearing not far away. Staring at this scene with solemn eyes, the gate of the underworld was opened. If time goes by, the entire realm will be swallowed up, which is very serious.
When the people of the underworld have sufficient strength,
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After that, they will fully awaken. At that time, their accumulated resentment and various kinds of hostility will definitely explode completely, and this place will be completely plunged into chaos.
"Go back to me immediately. This is no longer a battle situation that you can resist. As for Ran Ran, since she decided to stay, she naturally has her own thoughts. The blood of the Lin family is different, so it should be fine."
So Yue Fengling turned back three times with each step, her face full of worry and other emotions.
"Why can only Ranran be his helper? Why can't I!"
Just as he was thinking about it, a huge explosion came from the core of Mangshan Mountain. A sword energy collided with a handprint, and the aftermath spread. A large crack appeared in the sky, but it disappeared after a moment.
The confrontation between Feng Mian and the man in black was extremely fierce.
Under the soul-suppressing sword, those in the underworld who had not recovered their strength did not dare to move at all. If Feng Mian was not careful, he struck down with the sword, and the wave of air caused the opponent to retreat suddenly.
His hair was scattered, his clothes were torn, and there were even scars on his arms. The sword energy penetrated deeply into his body and could not be repaired. As the fight became faster and faster, the scars on his body became more and more.
"That's unreasonable. I don't believe that it will fall into your hands. Why can you master the Soul-Suppressing Sword? Where did you get it? This is not your thing at all."
With a cold smile, Feng Mian stepped forward and stared at the old man in black robe.
"Does it matter whether the soul-suppressing sword is mine? Now that it is in my hand, it has exerted great power and can defeat you. Isn't that enough?"
The long sword swung again, and the black-robed old man was shocked. Daxuan Ghost did not dare to hesitate at all, and quickly blasted out. His shadow flashed, and he actually retreated, not daring to face the edge directly.
Clang! Bang! Boom!
After waves of impact, the entire mountain peak was trembling. The Daxuan ghost's hand touched the soul-suppressing sword, but it was still a little inferior, so the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling came from the surrounding space, one after another!
The black-robed old man lost his support, and his soul power could not move, so he could only retreat step by step, avoiding Feng Mian's sword light. But the latter did not intend to let him go, and the previous accounts had not been settled yet.
The afterimage flickered, and Feng Mian was like a tarsal maggot, with a ferocious face, and kept approaching.
"Still want to escape? Where can you escape? Let me tell you, I have the ability to open the road to the underworld, and I am sure that I can control it. You have been lurking in the Lin clan for so many years, and you have nothing to explain?"
The power of the soul-suppressing sword completely suppressed the black-robed old man. Feng Mian turned the sword's edge and pointed it directly between his eyebrows.
"Do you know what the soul-suppressing sword is aimed at? It's the human soul. As long as I think about it, your soul will be gone immediately. Let alone return to the underworld, you won't even leave a remnant of your soul."
The black-robed old man was half-kneeling on the ground. Feng Mian's Nether Clan bloodline and the soul-suppressing sword exerted a strong suppression on him, so he couldn't move. But there was no sign of surrender or begging for mercy on his face.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This is an eternal truth. Since I am the loser this time, it is up to you whether you want to kill or behead. But little Feng Mian, I want to remind you that you must rely on the strength of others.
, it will eventually be counterattacked!”
With a movement of his body, he rushed toward the soul-suppressing sword, and the sword blade passed through his chest.
"Haha... Haha... Although it is not perfect, the goal of being old and decayed has been achieved. Feng Mian, you will reap the consequences sooner or later! Haha... Haha..."