Outside the Demon Locking Tower, Xuan Ming and many Shushan disciples were stationed here, and the rain was still falling.
At this time, a strange dark cloud slowly floated over, and sitting in the cloud was an old man with many wrinkles. He was wearing a greasy and tattered blue robe and came here in the clouds and mist.
All the disciples, including Xuan Ming, knelt down and said respectfully: "See Elder Xuanyuan."
Elder Xuanyuan stepped on two wet cloth shoes and walked to the Demon Locking Tower. His wrinkled eyes stared at the door of the tower and said in a deep voice: "How long has it been?"
Xuan Ming said: "He has been in for more than an hour."
"Who is he?"
Xuan Ming frowned slightly and said: "It should be a member of the Tianxuan Sword Sect. I have seen him in the Zhuang World before. The fairy weapon was probably snatched away by him. This time he disguised himself as the owner of the Sea King Island.
My personal disciple, after we discovered the stolen treasure late at night, he hid it in the Demon Locking Tower."
When Elder Xuanyuan heard these stories, he raised his eyebrows slightly, walked to the door of the pagoda, and said, "Can I deceive you just by disguising myself?"
"He seemed to know some secret techniques. Not only did his appearance change, but his breath was completely different from before, so the disciples didn't recognize him." Xuan Ming was trying his best to defend himself, for fear that the Shushan elder would blame him.
Elder Xuanyuan stretched out his thin fingers and gently placed them on the stone door. The true energy flowed in, and the formation patterns suddenly appeared. The flow produced extremely strong power, burning the tips of the fingers to black.
But he didn't seem to notice the pain, and just retracted his fingers expressionlessly.
"Report to the elders, Elder Ye has already gone to inform the head..."
Elder Xuanyuan said calmly: "The leader is still in retreat and will not pay attention to this matter."
When Xuan Ming heard this, his heart sank.
"Do you know why this tower is called the Demon Locking Tower?"
Xuan Ming shook his head and said, "Disciple doesn't know."
Elder Xuanyuan's tone suddenly became serious, and he said word by word: "Because there is really a demon inside."
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In the orange-red sea of fire, the battle was extremely fierce and dangerous.
Yuan Futu controlled the four elemental swords, opened and closed them widely, fought vertically and horizontally, and killed dozens of beasts, but the number did not decrease at all, but became more and more, and he was also suffering from
There were several injuries, especially the strange force. As soon as it touched the flesh, the flesh and blood immediately burst apart. If it hadn't been for the Yuanyang Dragon Armor, I would have died on the spot.
"Crush eight desolations with the brave sword!"
Yuan Futu roared loudly, thrust the sword forward fiercely, and moved forward bravely. Four sword shadows roared sharply in front of him, and a beast as big as a hut was immediately killed.
However, at this time, more than a dozen more were attacking from all directions, and in an instant, there were heavy claws on their heads, and there was a terrifying orange-red power on them.
"The sword of wisdom equals all directions!"
Yuan Futu's sword flew across the sky, causing a huge earthquake in the Golden Core. A large amount of innate chaotic power was transformed into extremely pure Xuanfeng elements. Through the wisdom sword, a large strangling space was formed, and all the heavy claws were scattered.
This stretch of sand seems endless and will never end, not to mention that it is even more difficult to move forward now.
Yuan Futu clenched his teeth, looking at these endlessly killing beasts, his eyes couldn't help but rage rising, and an extremely fierce sword intent suddenly filled the air from the Zhuhuang Sword.
This sword intention seemed to contain a raging rage that could not be washed away in all corners of the world. Within the space covered, extremely deep sword marks suddenly appeared on the bodies of those beasts. Their scales were broken and gradually expanded, penetrating deep into their bones.
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In an instant, it was like a sword storm blew up in the sea of fire, so the beasts within the storm began to crack and shatter, and were eventually strangled into pieces.
Yuan Futu held his sword horizontally in front of him and shouted: "The angry sword... will overwhelm the world!"
The fourth level of "Tianxuan Sword Technique", this is the trick that Yuan Futu understood in extreme anger when Wan'er died, and it was with this angry sword that he stabbed Jian Twelve.
This method is a sixth-level kung fu book and the foundation of the Tianxuan Sword Sect. Its power cannot be underestimated, especially with the magical effect of the Shura Eye, which reproduces the sword intention of the first sect leader.
That makes this sword even more powerful.
The storm of sword intent was overwhelming and unstoppable. Yellow sand rose up and filled the sky.
Yuan Futu moved forward step by step, pushing the wrathful sword. Within this range, it was impossible for those ferocious beasts to get close, otherwise they could be crushed into pulp in just a moment.
He didn't know how long he had walked, but the golden elixir in Yuan Futu's body was burning like a **, being consumed at an alarming rate. Those illusory beasts were guarding the surroundings, apparently waiting for the sword power to weaken before they would attack in groups.
In the current state, as soon as Yuan Futu revokes his sword intention, he will probably die suddenly on the spot. There is no suspense. Therefore, this is a battle where his life is at stake, and he must hold on until the last moment.
His heavy feet became slower and slower, and his arms were shaking violently, as if there was a towering mountain hanging on the blade of the sword, and the weight was definitely bearable.
The golden elixir gradually dried up, and the color on the surface also dimmed.
Yuan Futu knew that he had reached his limit and had done all his personnel. The rest could only be left to fate.
At this moment, the sword power faded away, and he fell limply to the ground. All the muscles in his body seemed to be broken, and he felt extremely painful.
Seeing this, those ferocious beasts seemed to have been suppressed for too long, so when they broke out, they looked extremely terrifying, roaring, and the orange-red flames burning all over their bodies suddenly became fierce.
Yuan Futu lay on the ground, unable to move, and the storage bag also fell into the sand. The dark mouth of the bag faced him, and a faint golden luster seeped out of it.
In the blurred vision, golden light flowed, and Yuan Futu suddenly woke up. He seemed to have noticed something, and murmured: "Yes, I also have the Earthly Immortal Holy Water... There are three drops in it. It should be no problem for me to take one drop."
He raised his hand with difficulty, his fingers changed, and the golden light inside suddenly became brighter. A drop of golden liquid floated out and landed on his lips.
Yuan Futu stuck out his tongue and rolled the drop of precious earthly immortal holy water into his mouth.
He was a little worried that just one drop would not have a very good effect.
But as the Earthly Immortal Holy Water enters the belly, the magical power contained in it explodes like a volcano that has been accumulated for thousands of years, covering the Yuanshen Sea and nourishing the golden elixir inside.
The originally dim surface of the golden elixir suddenly glowed brightly, while inside the empty golden elixir, the power of innate chaos emerged at an incredible speed, a thousand times faster than absorbing the energy of heaven and earth.