Don't pursue this truth. How could Feng Mian not know it?
But the reason why he pursues him relentlessly is because the situation this time is very special. This person must not be let go, and he must die in his hands, otherwise there will be no point in continuing to persist.
In the far north of the sanctuary, on a mountain with scattered snowflakes.
Feng Mian held the soul-suppressing sword and turned into afterimages to pursue the figure in front of him. The opponent had already used his figure to the extreme, but he could not escape the pursuit after all, so he simply stopped on the opposite mountain peak.
The two sides faced each other and stood in the sky. Both were enveloped in a tyrannical aura, but the nature of it was completely different. On one side was the clear blackness, while on the other side was the turbid light that reached the sky.
Heavy snow was flying, but it fell outside the aura and could not affect their actions at all. The air waves were stepping on their feet, as if they were walking on flat ground. The surge of aura exploded in the middle, and when they canceled each other out, they had some influence.
Feng Mian turned his wrist, and a black energy was injected into the soul-suppressing sword. The runes on it rotated, and sword energy swayed. The entire sword body emitted a low sound, which seemed to be echoing each other's master, completely natural.
"Feng Mian, I have to admire you. You can reach such a state at such a young age, and you can catch up with me at a speed that is hundreds of miles away. But don't forget, this is the final territory of my Holy Sect."
The ancestor of Shengtian waved his sleeves, and the aura on his body burst out. After confronting Feng Mian, he stared at him: "Tell me clearly, who are you? Why is this aura so familiar?"
Feng Mian also stared at him, with a cold and sinister smile at the corner of his mouth. The mark between his eyebrows flickered and spread layer by layer: "Who am I? Don't you have any feelings? Or do you continue to deceive yourself?"
"I didn't want to worry about other things. The only thing I'm looking for is Holy Lord Shura. Doesn't he just want the golden seal? Does he want to find the true spiritual vein of the Holy Sect and try to ascend to the sky and control the entire Holy Domain?"
Feng Mian raised the soul-suppressing sword and pointed it directly at the Holy Ancestor opposite: "Since you are enshrined by the Holy Sect, you must know the whereabouts of the Holy Lord Shura. Tell me and I can let you live."
"Haha...haha...what an arrogant boy! I have been silent in the Holy Sect Altar for so many years, and this is the first time I heard someone dare to talk to me like this. Let me live? You are not qualified yet."
With his hands behind his back, the ancestor of Shengtian had a thought in his mind, and a black light flashed in his eyes. The atmosphere around him instantly became different. Countless ghosts and cold breath came in, forming a protective shield, which was very strong.
"Originally, I didn't want to argue with you. It's just that I lost a puppet, a tool for killing people. Once it's gone, I just build it again. But if you insist on seeking death, you can't blame me."
With a few clicks, the tyrannical cold air came over. The air waves that filled the sky were like thousands of ghosts, attacking Feng Mian with fangs and claws. With this kind of momentum, ordinary people would have been unable to move.
Slowly raising the soul-suppressing sword, it was surging wildly. It was obvious that Hun Sheng also felt the master's sword intent and anger, and began to respond head-on. The sword energy spread out one after another, and then shot out directly, at an extremely fast speed.
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The sword light flashed and struck horizontally in an instant. A stream of light filled the sky, and then swooped down. The air currents directly broke through the Yin Han soul, without harming Feng Mian at all.
In an instant, everything in front of Feng Mian and around him became clear. Looking ahead faintly, the independent aura was still spinning. It was obvious that this was also expected by the ancestor of Shengtian.
At this time, Hun Sheng's voice came from the sword blade: "Lord, you have to be careful! This guy in front of you is not a simple person from the underworld. He is a being who forcibly escaped from the Nine Nether Soul Fire."
In other words, this person now has a special entity. He can summon soul fire all over his body. While surrounding himself, it can spread to all directions. If you don't pay attention, you will be surrounded by it.
The hair on the head of Ancestor Shengtian changed and quickly turned into pitch black color. But it contained a strange mark. During the breath, the cold air spread, which was completely different from the aura of ordinary cultivators.
"Haha... Soul Suppressing Sword! You are indeed from there. But if you want to force me to retreat and return to that dark place again, it is just crazy. I never want to experience that feeling again.
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Hearing this, Feng Mian was even more convinced of his identity. The violent underworld warriors used secret methods to seize their bodies to gain a foothold here. Because of their madness, they were not restrained at all and could do whatever they wanted, which was extremely terrifying.
He raised the soul-suppressing sword, and the sword energy surged. A mark appeared between Feng Mian's eyebrows. He completely released his soul power, and a dharma image appeared in the place of the heavenly spirit. It was extremely majestic and filled with aura from the netherworld.
"Do you really not know who I am? Or have you been pretending to be calm? Don't you know who can use the Soul Sword? If you choose to tell me, I don't have to pursue it."
The Dharma Xiang was eliminated step by step, and the cold air around him, including the flying Nine Netherworld Fires, was unable to move. A restraining force appeared, completely under Feng Mian's control.
"Haha...haha...Feng Mian, I certainly know who you are. But what if you are him? As the underworld weakens, your mark will also dim. The power of the soul-suppressing sword cannot be fully exerted in the holy realm.
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With both hands forming a seal, Patriarch Shengtian's hair was flying. Every strand was clearly visible. Dense runes appeared on his forehead, between his eyebrows, and everywhere on his face. A black vortex appeared in front of him.
It gradually spread, with him as the center, the world became dim, as if it had entered his domain. The breath also stagnated, locking onto Feng Mian's body coldly and crazily.
"Lord of the Nether Tribe, I didn't expect you to show up here. But so what? I finally got free. I have been silent in this holy sect for so many years. I will never be easily suppressed by you, no!"
His mind moved again, and Feng Mian's afterimages appeared in all directions. The shadows held the soul-suppressing sword and pointed it directly at him: "Tell me where the true form of Holy Lord Shura is, and I can give you a pleasure."
"Actually, I could have left you alone. After all, you are out of the control of the underworld. You are free to go wherever you want. But you should not touch my bottom line and hurt my brother and best friend."
Soul-Suppressing Sword, one sword breaks obstacles!
With a wave of the long sword, streaks of dark energy sword light swept away, completely dissipating the air waves around the ancestor of Shengtian. The sword energy continued to surround. All the dark fire was absorbed and turned into soul-born food, without any trace of energy.
waste.
"You should not try to use the people around me to restrain me. Or even try to control them and kill me. This is the reason why you must die. I don't care what your true identity is, it doesn't matter."
With a twist of his wrist, the Soul-Suppressing Sword was swung out again, and the sword energy surged continuously.
Countless sword lights circulated around Feng Mian, and then condensed into a huge wave of sword energy, approaching the ancestor of Shengtian. He suppressed it forcefully, so that his protective shield was almost completely shattered, and he was still struggling to hold on.
"I didn't expect that your power from the underworld is so strong. I failed this time because I missed a move. But Holy Lord Shura is kind to me, so I can't tell you my whereabouts no matter what."
The seal continued to change, and under the surge of energy, a barrier formed above the head. The power of the soul fire surged wildly, the flames surrounded and opened up, and an invisible obstructive force formed, trapping Feng Mian in the middle.
With a flick of the finger, a drop of blood power appeared, submerged into the barrier, and turned scarlet in an instant. Immediately afterwards, countless ghosts came with fierce aura and flew towards Feng Mian.
With the Xuanwu shield and the power of the underworld armor, Feng Mian stood quietly on the spot, unaffected by anything at all. He narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around, and sat cross-legged. He muttered something in his mouth, and his breath spread.
Thousands of crazy ghosts surrounded Feng Mian's body. But the instinctive suppressive force on him prevented the ghosts from getting close. They bounced out again and again, and continued to attack relentlessly.
The hands suddenly spread out, the sword light rotated, and the powerful and fierce aura surged, completely destroying the ghost in an instant, leaving only a void barrier. But strangely, it could not be broken through.
"Haha... Feng Mian, do you think my move is so easy? Do you think it can be broken easily? Ignorance! The Infinite Realm is specially designed to deal with people in the Nether Realm. The sword energy of the Soul Suppressing Sword will be absorbed soon.
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Trembling slightly, the induction between the Soul-Suppressing Sword and Feng Mian indeed became dim, and the speed also slowed down. This endless realm is full of desolation, unwillingness, and those who want to break free.
Impulsive, but unable to do anything.
Reaching out, Feng Mian held the Soul Suppressing Sword in his hand. He stood up and stared coldly at the ancestor of Shengtian in front of him: "It's another secret method of the underworld, can you come up with something new? This is the trick you have been doing over and over again."
The power of the soul burst out, and even the mark between the eyebrows began to change. The blood-red mark and the dark mark were intertwined to form a yin and yang pattern, which looked very strange, but the aura was more powerful.
"Do you think this is the only power of the Soul-Suppressing Sword? There is still a third sword that has not been released, so why not let you see how powerful it is?"
Holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, the densely packed runes on it gathered together. The sword light shot into the sky, and the wails of thousands of souls could be heard. No one could control this power except Feng Mian.
"The third form of the soul-suppressing sword, suppress all souls!"
The long sword was swung out, and the dark sword light covered the surroundings, and a black light appeared between the sky and the earth. The vortex surged wildly, and countless spiritual energy gathered. With a turn of the wrist, the vortex energy was directly broken.
With a sharp strike of the sword, the ancestor of Shengtian couldn't move at all, and was chopped down from the middle in an instant. Not only the body, but also the power of the soul was not spared, and was completely wiped out, leaving not even a trace.
Feng Mian put one hand behind his back and stared at the soul-suppressing sword solemnly: "Hunsheng, have you sensed it? The aura of this sanctuary is changing. There seems to be a problem somewhere. Could it be..."
The soul-suppressing sword trembled, and the phantom of the soul appeared: "My lord, since there are traitors from the underworld who have forced their way into this place, there must be some places that are connected to each other. We must find them as soon as possible."
"It seems that my previous feeling was right. The identity of Holy Lord Shura is not that simple. He wants to use the aura of the holy realm to achieve his own goals. If he continues to let it go, I don't know what the consequences will be."
Turning around slowly, Feng Mian's expression did not relax. Because he knew that there was a spiritual mind staring at him in this world. It is not clear where it came from, but it won't be long.