"Fellow Taoist, it seems that your destiny is not fulfilled."
Jiang Li touched the flying sword that flew back to him and was circling excitedly.
Zhan Xian, who had just given birth to the Sword Spirit, had a tacit understanding with him and knew that the best way to extract the maximum value from these monks was by capturing them alive.
Otherwise, with the current power of the Immortal-Decapitating Flying Sword, one face-to-face meeting could easily cut this guy into pieces!
"Well...it turns out that this is the island of the sea giant...I accidentally broke into the treasure land at the next moment. I'm sorry, sorry! I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now!"
The uninvited guest in front of me has also reached the level of god transformation. He looks short, fat and has a sinister eyebrow.
After being surrounded, he pretended to be a businessman with a smile on his face, hoping to get through.
But how could anything be so simple in this world? If you dare to rob his things, you must be prepared to pay the price.
On the side, the sea giant king Kudu was even more angry.
We had just unified the sea giant tribe, and now there are actually Xiaoxiao coming to grab the treasure.
If this guy is allowed to leave like this, where will the reputation of the sea giant family go?
The giant dolphin stretched out his hand, picked up a big mountain next to him, and smashed it towards the short and fat monk!
There is also exploding lava in this mountain. With the power of the Sea Giant King, its power has reached the limit of the god level.
But the next moment, a sharp sword light suddenly erupted, cutting the flying mountain in two.
The familiar sword light made Jiang Li's pupils shrink slightly, and the sword finger he pointed out also stopped.
"This is...the Sword Art of Conquering Demons?"
When Jiang Li didn't take action, the pudgy monk suddenly broke out and seized the opportunity to escape from the encirclement of the giant warriors.
A sword rainbow appeared under his feet, taking him into the air at high speed.
"A bunch of stupid big guys who can't fly, grandpa is gone!"
While Yu Jian was escaping, he didn't forget to return his hand and swung a sword full of lights and fell from the sky.
Although they could not seriously injure the sea giant warriors on the ground, those lightsabers were extremely sharp and could easily break through the giant's skin.
As long as he can block them for a moment, it will be enough for him to escape.
As for Jiang Li, sandwiched among so many giants, the pudgy monk didn't even notice.
But Jiang Li's eyes were fixed on that guy.
This strange monk's sword technique made him very puzzled.
"Shushan Ten Thousand Swords Technique?"
In a flash, Jiang Li appeared on the only way to escape the sword light.
"Eh? You don't know the heights of the world, but you still want to block my way?"
"Look at my heavenly sword! I transform my body into a sword, and the human sword merges into one!"
Seeing Jiang Li suddenly standing in front of him, the short and fat swordsman wielding the sword light merged directly with the flying sword beneath him.
Immediately, the sword light suddenly increased to ten feet in length, and its power also surged, stabbing towards Jiang Li at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.
This is the ultimate move in the Shushan Sword Technique. The combination of human and sword produces the strongest power, which is enough to penetrate any obstacle in front of you.
Then, he was greeted with a fist.
The ordinary, unpretentious fist collided with the light of the sword that united the man and the sword.
A mournful scream from the flying sword sounded, and the ten-foot-long sword light suddenly shattered. The human sword merged into one and was beaten back to its original shape. The short and fat figure rolled his eyes and fell to the ground together with the flying sword.
It fell from a high altitude and created a large human-shaped pit on the ground.
The giants who had just been angered by Wan Jian Jue stepped forward and wanted to show this guy what the power of Big Foot was.
If Jiang Li hadn't stopped him, he wouldn't even be able to find any scraps of meat.
Raising his hand to catch the opponent's flying sword that fell on the ground, Jiang Li recognized the unique flying sword craftsmanship at a glance.
As expected, it is the most orthodox Shushan Flying Sword.
So, what happened to this guy?
As far as Jiang Li knows so far, there is no other Shushan inheritance in the world of immortal cultivation in the Eastern Region today. The Five Elements Peak of Shushan in Dazhong Mountain is the only orthodox Shushan sword cultivator.
If someone else learned one and a half moves of Shushan Sword Technique by chance, Thaksin believes it.
But the Demon-Suppressing Sword Art, the Shushan Ten Thousand Swords Art, the Shushan Heavenly Sword, and this flying sword that was cultivated with the Shushan secret method.
Even, in his induction, the opponent awakened the sword heart for the second time and refined the sword bone.
Jiang Li would not believe that he could learn so much by chance.
"Who are you? Where did you secretly learn the Shushan Sword Technique?"
Jiang Li shouted and asked, but the man on the ground did not move.
"It's impossible to escape here. If you keep pretending to be dead, I'll take out your sword bone!"
He waved his hand and shot out a lightsaber, directly piercing the short and fat swordsman's thigh.
The sly-looking guy suddenly stood up.
"Ahem, little friend, have mercy on me, little friend, have mercy on me!"
"I am Shushan Sword Cultivator Zhang Bobo. This is actually a misunderstanding. If you are interested in Shushan Sword Technique."
"I can accept disciples on my behalf as a master and teach them all the Shushan Sword Techniques."
"That is the inheritance of the ancient immortal sect, the Shushan Sword Sect. I usually have to collect hundreds of thousands of spirit stones."
"It's just my little friend, can you please return my flying sword first?"
This Zhang Bobo obviously thought that Jiang Li was interested in his Shushan Sword Art, so he agreed to hand over the sword art in exchange for Jiang Li's forgiveness without any hesitation.
But Jiang Li was indifferent and held the opponent's flying sword in his hand. No matter how hard the flying sword struggled, he would not give him any chance.
"You are a Shushan sword cultivator, so why have I never seen you before?"
"Shameless scoundrel, you must have attacked my Shushan disciple and taken away his Flying Sword inheritance! Do you still want to make excuses if it fell into my hands today?"
With a thought, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword divided into two, two into four, and four into eight, and soon transformed into thousands of flying swords that looked fake and real, circling around the tip of the sword and pointing directly at the opponent.
You can give that pudgy monk a heart-piercing blow at any time.
The Ten Thousand Sword Technique performed by Jiang Li was obviously much more powerful than the lightsaber conjured before Chubby modified it.
The body of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword was enlarged a hundred times, and the sword body was swirled with the energy of two imperial dragons, hanging above Zhang Bobo's head.
With the aura of a human emperor and the blood of the dragon clan, the Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword in the Shushan Sword Art is unparalleled in his hands.
Obviously Jiang Li didn't believe this guy's words.
There are only a few Divine Sword Cultivators in the Five Elements Peak of Shu Mountain. Jiang Li has seen them all, but there is no such guy among them.
Pointed at by Wanjian Jue and Fuxi Huanglong Sword, the unarmed short and fat monk had a large amount of cold sweat on his forehead.
"You! You also know Shushan Sword Technique!"
"Are you a disciple of Five Elements Peak?"
"Wait a minute! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding, Junior Brother Wuyajian Pei Zhong!
"Senior brother, wait a minute! We have the same score."
In order to survive, the short and fat monk even called out such words as "Senior Brother". Regardless of his age, he was at least several dozen years older than Jiang Li.
However, his words still saved his life.
Only the differentiated virtual sword penetrated the eighteen major points of his body, blocking the possibility of this guy using other means.
The Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword above was pressed between his eyebrows, but it still did not fall down.
"Fellow Taoist, why are you talking nonsense! Wuya Sword Pei Zhong died a thousand years ago. Where did your master come from!"
When Jiang Li heard this name, he was only a little familiar at first. He thought about it for a while before he recalled that he had seen such a name on the memorial tablet in the Shushan mourning hall.
He felt that the other party's statement was outrageous, but he was also surprised that Bobo could say this name.
After all, he was a person from thousands of years ago. Even if he were a real Shushan disciple, he might not be able to call him that.
"Dead? No, I saw my master just a month ago, and he is still alive and well."
"There are also Senior Uncle Luo Xinghe and Senior Uncle Dian Canghai. Together with their master, they opened the Shushan Sword Hall. This senior brother, have you... never seen them?"
He said two more dead names, causing Jiang Li's expression to change slightly.
This short, fat monk didn't look like he was lying to him.
Moreover, using dead people to make up lies, few normal people would tell such worthless lies.
But the flying swords of those three are still enshrined in the Shushan Sword Tomb. If they are really alive, how come there has been no news of them for thousands of years.
"Where are those three seniors now?"
"Master won't let me... waste the city of death! They are all in the city of waste!"
The tip of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword was obviously more convincing than his master's instructions.
but.
"A bloody place...did the city die in vain?"
This is the second time Jiang Li has heard this name.
The last time I heard it was at the floating auction in Fengyang City.
At that time, at the auction, a strange earth-level magic weapon from the City of Wushou appeared, and it was eventually taken by the people of Wan Tu Sect.
The Blood King crown was finally placed on the head of Wu Fan, the leader of the Wantu Sect.
Because of his grudge against Wantumen, Jiang Li also inquired about that place.
It's just that the degree of mystery of that place is no less than the three sacred pillars of the Si Temple.
There are very few rumors in the public, and they are also the kind of bad stories about the adventures of a poor boy.
It's like a story about someone who has accomplished nothing, and suddenly one day mistakenly enters the City of Wasted Death. As a result, he receives advice from an expert to pass on the inheritance. After coming out, he jumps over the dragon gate and creates a legend and establishes a sect.
In the past, this kind of story was just heard.
But looking at Zhang Bobo in front of him, Jiang Li suddenly felt that the water in the city of futile death might be deeper than imagined.
And this short, fat swordsman may be the best person to lead the way.
"Fellow Taoist Zhang Bobo, since you said you are a disciple of Shushan, then I will take you back to Five Elements Peak to recognize your ancestors and return to the sect!"
....
On the other side, on the map of the eastern region of Cangyun Continent, it is marked as an extremely dangerous area, a bloody place.
A faint blood-colored mist filled the air here, and in the howling wind, there seemed to be undead evil spirits, wailing and whispering unwillingly.
Today, hundreds of flying boats broke into this dangerous place.
These airships flew extremely slowly, squeezing through the fog bit by bit, gliding here vigilantly at a height almost touching the ground.
If you get closer, you will find that these flying boats are connected to each other by thick iron cables, and the sides of the boats are almost touching each other.
"Sir Master, the iron lock on the boat at the rear is broken, and three more of our flying boats are lost."
On the flagship in the center of the flying boat group, there was a Blood Knife elder, kneeling on the deck, handing a thick chain to Wu Fan.
He reported the fleet's losses with a dejected look. This was not the first time such a thing had happened since he entered this bloody place.
On the three flying boats that were just lost, there was also a Blood Knife Elder whose strength was no less than his.
This made him feel deeply helpless. When would the cultivator of the God Transformation disappear so quietly?
Until now, they don't even know how those ships disappeared.
The danger in this bloody place was beyond their expectations.
After entering this area, Nuo Da's flying boat fleet began to disappear mysteriously.
Later, they even used iron chains to connect the flying boats to the flying boats, but even so, those thick runic iron chains would still break inexplicably.
After advancing all the way, the remaining fleet is now only half of its original size, and the losses are unprecedented.
Wu Fan glanced at that paragraph, as if some creature had bitten the iron chain with its teeth, and just nodded lightly.
If you can come and go freely, can it still be called a bloody place?
Those dead disciples were actually their common sacrifices. One died and the other lived. This was the rule for entering the bloody land.
"Go down with the order and release the souls of those who died in vain."
The sword-holding slave beside Wu Fan, the leader of the Wantu Sect, has now been replaced by a fair-skinned female cultivator.
Following his order, the female cultivator holding a knife took out a black sky-leaping laser and fired it at the mist.
After receiving the order, the remaining flying boats began to throw out jars with talisman paper on the mouth.
The jar fell to the ground and shattered, and countless transparent figures immediately poured out from it.
Although the quality is far inferior to the ghost soldiers in Jiang Li's coffin, the quantity far exceeds them.
The Wan Tu Sect slaughtered cities and destroyed countries at every turn, and they never lacked such things as ghosts.
After the souls of these deceased people were released, they were confused for a moment, and then they all moved towards the same place as if they were attracted by something.
And behind the heads of these souls who died in vain, there is a faint black thread hanging down, extending backwards and connecting to the flying boats of Wantu Sect.
The power of one soul is insignificant, and ten, hundreds, or thousands are equally worthless.
But if the number is millions, tens of millions, or even more, it will be enough to gather a force that makes people look at them.
Use these wasted souls as trackers to pull the Wantu Sect's remaining flying boat toward a place deep in the mist.
"Only with the guidance of a person who died in vain can we find the legendary city of vain death!"
One day, two days, three days... After seven days, most of the ghosts who died in vain had exhausted their strength and dissipated.
Wan Tumen's fleet threw out a large number of jars again, and released the futile ghosts to continue pulling the flying boat.
This continued for seven days and seven days, and finally after seven times, a huge city slowly appeared in front of the bloody mist.
The futile ghosts who were pulling the flying boat walked into the city in a daze.
But to living people, the city is like a mirage, intangible and intangible.
At this time, Wu Fan issued another order.
Blood-colored daggers were distributed to all remaining Wan Tu Sect disciples.
The way to enter the city in front of you is very simple, just slit your throat and stab your heart.