There is no trick in this sword, it relies on brute force.
The physical training technique that Ling Bufei had been practicing since he officially entered Taoism finally came into play.
"Keng——" The sound of the collision sounded. At first, Zi Shu's sword light blocked the front, and then the sword edge broke through it with difficulty. Then it got faster and faster, and finally it was shattered!
Zishu was forced to retreat, and Ning Yanzhi took this opportunity to cut in. Thousands of sword lights came like rays of light. He only had time to wave his hand, and the stars above his head rotated, causing it to lag slightly, and he took the opportunity to escape.
However, Ning Yanzhi pursued him closely, and Zishu had to turn around and fight back. Both sides were injured before they stopped.
Zishu exhaled and looked at the two young sect leaders.
"In thirty years, you two have grown up so fast! Even Cen Muliang and Ling Yungao may not be able to do as well as you."
Ning Yanzhi just made a desperate move and was injured more seriously than Zi Shu. Before he could recover, he said coldly: "Stop! Don't mention my master!"
Zishu raised his head and smiled: "What can't I mention about Cen Muliang? He was very majestic when he was alive, but after he died, he was nothing more than mediocre. In terms of prestige, he was not as good as Jiang Fengci, and in terms of ability, he was not necessarily as good as the two of them. That is,
Ling Yun Gao is too useless, which makes him quite capable."
The master was the beacon in Ning Yanzhi’s heart, leading him to the great road, and pushing him to become the leader of the Immortal Sect. The painstaking teachings for nearly a hundred years cannot be described. Hearing Zi Shu belittle his master in this way, he became angry and said
If you don't fire, thousands of swords will come out.
Ling Bufei saw it clearly from the side and immediately shouted: "No! I'd rather the leader calm down!"
But Ning Yanzhi regarded his master as a god, how could he allow a demon to slander him? This move left him almost no room to spare.
This was the moment that Zishu had been waiting for. The stars above his head were turning rapidly, pulling black lights towards Ning Yanzhi.
Ning Yanzhi was not careless. He realized that it was the underworld water and immediately formed a formation to sweep it away. However, Zi Shu's underworld water was covered with sword light. He happened to break the sword light with one move, and the underworld water inside took advantage of it.
Entering the void, thousands of sword lights were immediately stained with filth.
Ling Bufei had no choice but to provide support. However, the sword manual he majored in was originally left by Zi Shu, so how could the other party not know about it? Even if he tried his best, he could only create a situation of containment.
"Why don't you take action?" Yao Wang couldn't help but ask.
Bai Mengjin responded calmly, relying on the yin-yang umbrella in his hand to extend the barrier to control the battle situation and send messages and dispatch.
This job is definitely not easy. Nowadays, the battlefields of the transformed gods are all over Huangquan, and it takes extremely powerful spiritual thoughts to detect the situation. Moreover, Huangquan is special, and she is the only one who can control the overall situation without fear of the breath of Huangquan.
But Medicine King knew that she still had some strength left. Apart from the huge cultivation of the Demon Lord's Dharmakaya, which was broken, it was also sucked away by the cold autumn wind. Where is the rest? Others don't know, but Medicine King knows that after this calamity,
, Bai Meng's strength will definitely increase greatly today.
Facing Medicine King's inquiry, she just smiled: "It's not yet time."
"When will the time come?"
Bai Mengjin looked up at the two immortal and demon monks who were fighting, and said slowly: "Do you think that once the Demon Lord's body and the formation here are broken, the Demon Sect will be able to be slaughtered by us?"
Yao Wang thought for a while and shook his head: "If that's the case, Zi Shu should let all his demon cultivators break out of the encirclement now and try their best to tear open the demon-sealing formation and seek a chance to make a comeback."
"That's right. I heard them say that there is the Tianmen Formation outside, so when the Demon Sect loses the underworld to rely on, the Demon-Sealing Formation is their only chance to win." Speaking of this, Bai Mengjin smiled lightly, "But Zi
Rat didn’t do that.”
"He has a backup plan!" King Yao said with certainty.
Bai Mengjin nodded.
She has been in the Demon Sect for thirty years. Although her self-consciousness has been shrunk in a corner, she has always been awake and naturally understands Zi Shu. He is the head of the twelve earthly branches and the actual person in charge of the Demon Sect. The city is extremely deep. At this point,
Not only did he not go to the demon sealing formation, but he put on a desperate posture. There must be a ghost!
As the war progressed, the fighting became more and more fierce.
First, the low-level demonic cultivators suffered almost all casualties, and then the Nascent Soul cultivators on both sides were defeated one after another. Those who were lucky could escape from the Nascent Soul, but those who were unlucky would be disturbed by the breath of the underworld here, and their souls would disappear.
Even if they were transformed into gods, several of them had to abandon their bodies to escape.
The rest are struggling to support themselves.
Ji Nanfeng reached into his arms and touched the space, only to find that he had run out of elixirs and couldn't help but have a headache.
Just at this moment, a demonic cultivator sneaked in, but upon hearing a phoenix chirp, Ji Xingge forced the people back and rescued him.
"Dad! Are you okay?"
Ji Nanfeng's cassock was already in tatters, and he could be said to be quite embarrassed. He could only reluctantly respond: "It's okay."
"Don't hide it from me. Have you finished eating the elixir?" Ji Xingge had already seen it.
Ji Nanfeng smiled bitterly and nodded awkwardly.
Ji Xingge said: "I have finished all the elixirs. I consumed too much when I broke the Demon Lord's Dharma Body. However, I have Feng Yu and my magic power can still support it. Leave this to me, and you can go to the flying boat to adjust your breath."
!”
While Ji Nanfeng lamented that her daughter had grown up, she shook her head firmly: "How can a father leave you to fight the enemy alone?"
Ji Xingge smiled slightly and deliberately made a lively gesture: "My mother is nearby. If I really can't hold on anymore, she will definitely come to save me."
"but……"
Just as he finished speaking, another demon cultivator arrived. The father and daughter had to stop talking and fight against the enemy with all their strength.
This battle is extremely difficult for both sides. They are holding on to each other's breath and it depends on who can use up the breath first.
In the Gu Family Courtyard, Ling Bufei and Ning Yanzhi were already covered in blood and had pushed Zishu to the limit.
"Devil! Don't die yet!" Ning Yanzhi hated him deeply for insulting his master, and had already decided to fight for his life. The dazzling sword light rose into the sky, and he rushed towards Zishu with an unstoppable attitude.
Ling Bufei said nothing and followed each other with his sword. At this moment, he could only risk his life to help, otherwise he would be attacked by the rats, and all the previous hard work would be in vain!
The two of them came forward, one behind, one to the left and the other to the right, wielding swords. Ning Yan attacked with a thousand swords, while Ling Bu was not alone with his sword——
When the sword light dispersed, all three of them fell down.
Under such a heavy blow, the demonic light around Zishu finally dispersed, revealing a defeated look.
At this time, a violent explosion was heard not far away, and a demon cultivator and an immortal king were almost killed in a fight.
The Immortal Lord's body was pierced, his soul narrowly escaped, and the demon cultivator also met a similar fate.
Seeing this, Zi Shu laughed out loud.
"What are you doing?" Ling Bufei felt something was wrong.
Zi Shu finished laughing and straightened up.
He described himself as embarrassed at this time, and the mask on his face didn't fit well, but he became more and more fearless.
"The time has finally come."
After he said this, a dark wind started to blow for no reason.
The evil wind became stronger and stronger, and soon, the souls of the immortal king and demon cultivator who died in the battle were unable to control themselves, and were swept in, and were carried into the underworld.
No soul can escape the shackles of the Yellow Spring Water, this is the law of heaven and earth.
"Crash..." The underworld water accelerated and flowed through the entire underworld boundary. All the souls who had broken away from their bodies were attracted and forced to flow in.
Those little demons who suffered heavy casualties, the Nascent Soul cultivators who died in battle, and even the demon cultivators who transformed into immortals...
The Yellow Spring water became more and more urgent, its power became more and more powerful, and the evil wind became stronger and stronger, until everyone realized that something was wrong and stopped fighting.
"Huh..." A huge shadow emerged from the Wangchuan Forest, from among the rocks, and from the water.
The dark and huge body, the thick aura of resentment against death, each brings heavy pressure——
"Ghost King! It's the Ghost King!" the knowledgeable monk shouted out loud.
Zishu's backhand finally showed its clues.
He raised ghost kings all over the underworld! Ghost kings fed by countless ghosts!