When they thought that everything they had just experienced was a false illusion, everyone present felt extremely ashamed.
"You bewitching monster! See if I don't kill you!"
One of the disciples yelled angrily, and then he held his sword and was about to rush forward to fight with the God of Confusion, but found that he was completely powerless, and the spiritual sea in his body was almost exhausted!
"What's going on? Where's my spiritual power!"
When the other disciples heard this, their expressions changed, and they all checked their spiritual seas. As can be imagined, Guimu had already absorbed all their spiritual energy when they were trapped in the illusion.
Because I had just woken up from the illusion and hadn't had time to adapt, I felt something strange about myself now.
"What a poisonous monster!"
"They actually surrounded us with illusions and then absorbed our spiritual power!"
"Devil! I am definitely at odds with you!"
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Looking at the noisy Sword Sect disciples below, Huoshen laughed crazily in the air.
"Wonderful! It's so wonderful. Just scream a little longer! When my master comes, you won't be able to scream anymore! Hahahaha!"
"What?! What do you mean?!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Are there other demon cultivators?
"What do you mean? Why don't you ask your classmates over there?"
As the God of confusion spoke, he looked in the direction of Wang Tiezhu with his eye sockets flashing with blood flames.
"Same disciple?"
With doubts in their hearts, they looked back and saw a man in white standing with a sword, his body full of spiritual power, a red light between his eyebrows, and a cold and serious expression.
"It's Senior Brother Wang!"
"Senior Brother Wang! What did this monster mean just now?"
"Is it possible that there are other high-level demon cultivators?"
Wang Tiezhu looked at the confused god in mid-air, and slowly said briefly what the confused god had told him before.
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked after hearing this. They never expected that the sect's competition place would turn into a trap set by the demon cultivator!
As the new generation disciples of the Litian Sword Sect, they were not aware of it at all, and gradually fell into the trap of the demonic cultivator. Soon, they would become the nourishment for the demonic cultivator!
"hateful!"
Zu Yijin said harshly, then thought of something and immediately touched his waist.
"Great! The Qiankun bag is still there!"
He looked happy, and quickly spread his consciousness, took out a bottle of pills from it, poured out one pill, and was about to stuff it into his mouth, when he saw a ball of colorful glow suddenly flying in the air, and his whole body was thrown away.
The elixir in his hand also fell to the ground.
"Just stay here obediently and don't think about recovering your spiritual power!"
Seeing Zu Yijin lying motionless on the ground, the other disciples who had the same idea as him also quietly removed their hands from the Qiankun Bag to prevent themselves from ending up in the same fate as him.
Just when Confused God was threatening them, Wang Tiezhu quietly asked the three people around him.
"You should still have spiritual power, right?"
"Well, although it's not much, I can still fight."
Wang Tiezhu looked at the confused gods in the air and continued: "No, you don't need to join the battle. Take this..."
After saying that, he stuffed something into Zhang Tingruo's hand.
"This is... the Blue Thunder Light Formation Flag?"
Wang Tiezhu nodded slightly, "Yes, Huanxi, do you still have the wind formation jade talisman you used before?"
Ye Huanxi was stunned when he heard this, and then understood what Wang Tiezhu was thinking.
"Also, Senior Brother Wang, do you want to hold the monster by yourself, and then let us take the opportunity to set up a magic circle to resist the attack of the demon cultivator, and then restore your spiritual power?"
A flash of approval flashed in Wang Tiezhu's eyes, and he laughed in a low voice: "That's right, I am the only one who can hold this guy up now. We must restore our spiritual power as soon as possible, otherwise we won't even have a chance to struggle when its 'master' in the sky arrives!
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The other three looked at each other with firm expressions.
"Okay, leave it to us! Brother Wang, don't worry!"
Wang Tiezhu nodded, then held a sword flower in his arm, pointed the sword at the God of Confusion, and spoke in a cold voice.
"Hey! That dead head called the God of Confusion, we haven't decided the winner yet, but you keep talking non-stop, it's really noisy!"
The God of Confusion was stunned when he heard this, and looked towards him, with blood flames flickering in his eye sockets.
"Hahaha, little brat! I admit that you are not an ordinary person, and my abilities can't do anything to you, but you can't do anything to me either. How about we all save some effort?"
"Haha, you are far more beautiful than you think!" Wang Tiezhu sneered: "Besides, who said I can't do anything to you? Try again!"
After saying that, like a green dragon-devouring spirit sword, wind and thunder sword energy came out, and for a moment, the wind roared with thunder and fierce wind! Countless pieces of ghost wood were rolled up, and everyone could not open their eyes!
Luoshen smiled disdainfully, "What do I think it is? It's just more powerful than before, but it's still useless to me!"
However, Wang Tiezhu also smiled, because what he wanted in his heart was a huge momentum!
"Now! Go quickly!"
"good!"
The three people hiding behind him immediately used the dust and mist in the sky to place the formation flags everywhere.
While Lu Qinan was shielding himself from the strong wind, his heart was filled with horror.
"How is that possible? Doesn't he have ice and fire spiritual roots? Why can he use the power of wind and thunder?"
Seeing that the wind had not dissipated for a long time, the God of confusion became a little irritated. He opened his mouth and blew, and the colorful rays of light emerged again, and the crackling wind in the field instantly calmed down.
"Little brat! If this is all you have, then don't waste your energy! Save your spiritual power, and you can absorb more when the master comes later!"
"You dead head! You talk like farts!"
Wang Tiezhu shouted angrily, the sword in his hand suddenly changed, and an aura completely different from Feng Lei emerged from it!
"For a moment, there is no phase, earth and fire style!"
As soon as the sword was slashed out, there was no more sound of wind and thunder, and the sky was filled with fire. In the fire, there were countless stone balls wrapped in flames falling from the sky, heading straight towards the God of Confusion!
"What a boy! What a unique swordsmanship!"
The blood flames in Confused God's eye sockets surged a bit, and he exhaled a ball of multicolored glow, covering his head, forming a barrier to block the core fireball falling from the sky!
"Xu Mo Xiang Wu Sword Technique! It's Xu Mo Xiang Wu Sword Technique! He actually mastered it!"
Lu Qinan's face reflected the flickering light of fire, and his eyes were full of disbelief!
He had heard that the Litian Sword Sect had a mid-level sword art called the Xuyu Wuxiang Sword Art, which was even higher than the Brilliant Burning Heart Sword Art he had practiced!
It's just that although this sword technique is versatile and has the power to imitate many sword movements, it is extremely difficult to practice and cannot be mastered by hard work.
Without extreme talent and understanding, even if you practice for a lifetime, it will be in vain!
So after countless people tried and failed, this sword art gradually disappeared from the Litian Sword Sect. I didn’t expect that I would see it with my own eyes today!
