"Hahaha, this magic bell is finally mine." Suddenly, a man appeared on the thorns in the center of the formation. He looked about forty or fifty years old, dressed in black, with black stripes on his face.
With an excited face, he held the box that the young monk had just thrown away.
"It's you!" Brother Lu, who was about to wake someone up, was startled and looked up at the person.
"Do you know him?" Yi Qing asked.
"He...he is the person who raised the price for the magic weapon with me in the Treasure Pavilion just now." The monk glanced at the black stripes on the other person's face and shrank back, "I didn't expect that he was actually a demon cultivator."
"Humph, you brat!" The magic cultivator took out a bell-like magic weapon from the box and glared at the young monk, "This magic sound bell should be a magic weapon for magic cultivation. Even a qi-training boy like you dares to
Fight with me."
"You're talking nonsense. The magic weapon is not a spiritual weapon and there is no need to identify its owner. I obviously bought it."
"You can buy it, but it depends on whether you have any use for it!" The demon cultivator waved his hand, and the large thorns rose sharply again, and he waved them towards this side.
Yiqing rushed directly into the thorns, his sword moves changed, and suddenly he saw thousands of sword lights swimming in the green thorns, as if they were alive. In less than a moment, all the dense vines were cut
It became small pieces and fell down.
"You are a Golden Core cultivator!" The demon cultivator frowned, with a look of fear on his face, and glared at Monk Lu who was not far away, "You brat, I didn't expect you to invite a Golden Core cultivator to escort you. What a pity..."
He raised his hand to quickly form a seal and sneered, "If you meet me, you are destined to die here."
The next moment, the formation on the ground turned red, and a large amount of black energy suddenly emitted from the chopped thorns and vines. In an instant, it spread throughout the bamboo forest, and a biting coldness eroded the surrounding area.
"It's Yin Qi!" Yi Qing tightened the sword in his hand, turned his head and reminded, "Stand back and seal off the five senses to prevent Yin Qi from entering the body."
Brother Lu quickly followed the instructions, and while setting up a simple defensive formation, he reminded the woman next to him, "Fellow Taoist, hurry up and enter the formation, Yin Qi is not a trivial matter."
However...he was still answered with a snoring sound.
"..."
Still... still... still sleeping. How on earth did she get all the way here?
(╯°Д°)╯︵┴┴
The surrounding area filled with Yin Qi had become much darker, but in the middle of the demon cultivator's formation, more thorns grew wildly. With the black Qi blocking it, the opponent's attacks became more fierce. Yi Qing cut off several thorns,
However, he found that the other party was heading directly towards the two people behind him.
It seems that this demonic cultivator is not only trying to seize the treasure, he really wants to kill the monk named Lu. Yiqing frowned, no longer holding back, and mobilized the spiritual energy all over his body. With a change of moves, the sword energy transformed into shape, and dozens of spiritual energy were released in an instant.
The gathered swords appeared all over the body, turning into thousands of sword lights and bursting out of the formation, cutting the large thorns together with the black energy into pieces.
The formation under his feet suddenly cracked open. The demon cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Yi Qing in disbelief, "How is this possible? My Yin Gathering Formation! You... you are a sword cultivator!"
Obviously his cultivation level is higher than his, and with this formation, it is impossible for him to defeat him. Unless the opponent is a sword cultivator, only a sword cultivator can challenge him beyond the level.
Sword cultivators practice the art of swordsmanship, focusing on the sharp blade in their hands and the sword intention in their hearts. They do not rely on any spells or elixirs, but focus on cultivating their own bodies. Therefore, they have always been stronger than monks of the same level. Therefore, the advancement is better than other cultivators.
It is hundreds of times more difficult for a monk. It is even very rare. I didn't expect him to run into it, and he is also a sword cultivator at the golden elixir stage.
"Sword repair, Yi Qing." Yi Qing said.
"Yiqing!" The other party was startled again, as if he had thought of something, and his face turned pale, "You, you... you are the swordsman who killed Rui Mi!" His expression changed, and he did not care about the other party's answer.
, swung out a palm forcefully, turned into a ball of skull-like black energy and attacked, but he turned around and ran away.
Yi Qing changed his sword moves and split the black air with one sword. The spiritual swords around him flew out and chased the demon cultivator in the direction of escape. In an instant, a sword formation was formed around the opponent.
, directly trapping people in the middle.
The demon cultivator panicked and tried desperately to break through the sword formation but it was completely useless. His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. He looked at Yi Qing who was flying closer in horror and quickly threw the magic weapon in his hand, "Here...here it is for you!"
I don’t want it anymore. You’re fine anyway, please spare me. I was just obsessed for a moment and I won’t dare to do it again next time. Please!”
"You are a demon cultivator." Yi Qing walked closer, without any trace of emotion on his face, "This is not your first time to kill people and seize treasures. If I let you go, wouldn't I be helping the evil tyrants? This time I will forgive you.
You must not!”
After saying that, he raised his sword, and the sword light all around flourished, and thousands of sword qi were directed toward the formation.
"No, don't!" The demon cultivator yelled in horror. He was about to be strangled by the sword energy. Suddenly, a bell rang, and the bell magic weapon he threw flew up and rushed directly towards Yi Qing's back.
passed.
"Taojun, be careful!" Brother Lu exclaimed.
As soon as Yi Qing's sword stopped, he reflexively turned around and slashed the magic weapon with his sword. The demon cultivator in the formation suddenly broke out of the formation and hit his chest with a palm. Although he missed, he grabbed something directly.
not good!
"Soul-Eating Banner!"
"Hahahahahaha..." The black energy on the demon cultivator's body became strong, and he rushed out of the sword formation, holding the soul-eating flag in his hand, "It really took no effort at all."
The man laughed even more wildly, with a look of excitement on his face, "I just wanted to grab a small magic weapon, but I didn't expect to see this flag. You are stupid enough to bring it with you! I really thought that this sword array can
You can trap me!"
He just did it on purpose, pretending to be trapped by the sword formation, and threw the magic bell to sneak attack him. The target was actually the Soul-Eating Banner on his body!
Yiqing frowned. He was too careless. Although the flag had been sealed, ghost energy would still leak out. He originally thought that by carrying it with him, his spiritual energy could just control the ghost energy on the flag to avoid harming others.
But he forgot that no matter how weak the ghost energy was, ordinary monks could not feel it, but demon cultivators could see it at a glance.
"Let go of the Soul-Eating Banner!"
"Let go?" Mo Xiu sneered, "You think I'm that idiot Rui Mi! With such a treasure in hand, I can still lose to you! So what if I'm a sword cultivator, I'm going to use you as a sacrificial flag today!"
After saying that, he summoned a stream of Yin Qi and directly struck the seal on the flag.
"Stop!" Yi Qingfei stepped forward to stop him, but it was too late. The seal he had placed on the flag shattered with the sound, and the golden talisman shattered into millions of pieces. The rich ghostly aura suddenly spewed out, and the temperature
sudden drop.
"Hahahahaha, the Soul-Eating Banner is mine!" The demon cultivator laughed louder and louder, eyes wide open, excitedly looking at the dense ghost auras around him, "From now on, no one under the transformation of the gods will be my opponent.
, driven by all ghosts, I...poof!" Before he could finish his words, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the situation suddenly changed.
On his chest, at some point, a claw suddenly appeared. The claw had no real shape and was made of black energy, but it penetrated directly through his chest. The palm of his hand was holding a heart that had not stopped beating.
The demon cultivator lowered his head blankly and looked at the beating heart. He seemed to have not yet reacted. The next moment, his claws tightened and crushed the bloody heart.
"Ghost...King!" The demon cultivator said the last sentence, still keeping his eyes wide open, and fell straight from the sky, completely lifeless.