Chapter seven hundred and seventy-fifth gratitude will be repaid
Shi Mu's eyes turned and fell on a white-haired old man and a woman in pink clothes. He recognized these two people as Elder Nangong and Fairy Lotus who had attended the Centenary Disciple Competition.
Hundreds of heavenly disciples and seven or eight saints are a powerful force wherever they are placed, but at this moment, they are at an absolute disadvantage.
There is no other reason than that the people on the other side are far more numerous than them.
The opponents were all disciples of the Lichen Sect. There were six to seven hundred people in Wuyangyang, most of them were Heavenly level cultivators, and there were more than twenty Saints among them.
Shi Mu recognized the two leading people. One was Ji Wentian, the master of Zhenlei Temple, and the other was Yun Mengze, the master of Zedui Temple.
The disciples of Qinglan Holy Land were surrounded in the middle, forming a protective formation and struggling to hold on.
"Shitou, what should we do? Do you want to help?" Cai'er whispered.
Shi Mu's eyes flickered, and he immediately waved his hand, emitting an invisible light that enveloped Qi Feng and Lotus Boy, and sent them far away.
"In any case, Qinglan Holy Land has done me a lot of favor, and I, Shi Mu, will repay the favor." Shi Mu said lightly, but the meaning was already clear.
"Okay, let's take action together and let them see Master Cai's power!" Cai'er said eagerly.
Shi Mu nodded and turned into a shadow, quietly approaching the battlefield.
"Haha, Elder Nangong, Fairy Lotus, you are at the end of your rope now, surrender quickly. Speaking of which, we have some friendship. Considering our past friendship, as long as you can swear to join the Lichen Sect, I can pay tribute to the Holy Spirit on your behalf.
Lord, please forgive me for your life." Ji Wentian laughed proudly.
"Shameless villain, the Lichen Sect is known as the Holy Land, but it turns out that it has long been reduced to a lackey of Heaven. It has no idea what faith is! I, a disciple of Qinglan Holy Land, would rather die in battle than surrender to a lackey!" Elder Nangong shouted angrily.
Fairy Lotus paid no attention to Ji Wentian's words, her beautiful eyes flashed coldly, and she just tried her best to use her magic weapon to fight.
"Huh! You don't know how to lift up. If so, you will be destroyed together with Qinglan Holy Land!" Ji Wentian was furious when he heard this. Purple flashed in his hand, and a purple dragon-headed cane appeared, and he slammed it on the ground, "
There was a "boom" sound, and the purple lightning flashed around the head of the staff, making a "chichi" sound.
He waved his hand, and the purple cane flew out. It instantly grew dozens of times in size, turned into a purple electric dragon, and struck Elder Nangong head-on.
Elder Nangong was fighting with two saints. His expression changed, he waved his sleeves, and two red lights flew out. They were two flying daggers and magic weapons, hitting the purple cane.
There was a loud bang!
As soon as the two flying knives touched the purple cane, they immediately spun around and were knocked away.
The purple cane paused for a moment, then continued to strike at Elder Nangong.
"Elder Nangong, be careful!"
The Lotus Fairy gave a sweet shout, waved her jade hand, and a pink lotus magic weapon flew out and turned into a pink air ball, blocking the way of Elder Nangong.
"Rumble"
The electric dragon transformed from the purple cane struck the pink air mass, making a series of roars. Large pieces of purple electric light poured out and turned into a thunder and lightning vortex. The pink air mass was immediately drawn into it and shattered into pieces, scattering in all directions and turning into
Wisps of pink air.
However, the purple electric dragon was also blocked and turned into a purple cane, with its surface aura greatly reduced and spinning in the air.
Ji Wentian's face turned cold, and he quickly recalled his purple cane and injected it with real energy. The aura of the staff lit up again, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said in a cold voice: "The Lotus Fairy's soul-destroying flower magic weapon is indeed extraordinary!"
The Lotus Fairy did not answer Ji Wentian, she hummed softly in her mouth, waved her jade hand, and the seemingly fragmented pink auras gathered together, intertwined, and instantly transformed into a pink lotus.
Ji Wentian's eyes flashed, he shouted low, and the purple cane came out again. Densely packed runes emerged from the surface of the staff, spiraling around, and dazzling purple lightning appeared.
Then his hand was a little empty, and a stream of essence and blood was forced out from the fingertips, and it disappeared into the dragon's head at the top of the cane in a flash.
The eyes of the dragon's head were bright, and in the purple electric light, the entire staff quickly grew in size and came to life, turning into a five-clawed purple thunder dragon that was more than twenty feet long!
Lightning flashed all over Lei's body, he opened his teeth and claws, and a low thunderous sound emitted from his body.
Ji Wentian muttered something in his mouth and pointed it out.
The five-clawed thunder dragon let out a roar, flew out, and rushed towards the Lotus Fairy and Elder Nangong.
The Lotus Fairy waved her jade hand, and a huge pink light flew out, knocking away the two saints who were facing each other. At the same time, the light on her body was strong, forming a pink tornado column, heading towards the five-clawed thunder dragon.
A sinister smile suddenly flashed across Ji Wentian's eyes. With a wave of one hand, the five-clawed thunder dragon suddenly turned around. Without colliding with the wind pillar of the Lotus Fairy, it quickly jumped into the group of those Heavenly Qinglan disciples.
In the big formation.
The Lotus Fairy couldn't stop her in time. She wanted to save her, but it was already too late.
These heavenly disciples never expected this turn of events. They were caught off guard and their formation was immediately penetrated by the five-clawed thunder dragon.
Lotus Fairy's face was shocked, and the soul-damaging flower flew out, trying to stop the five-clawed thunder dragon.
"Haha! It's too late!"
Ji Wentian laughed loudly, waved his hand and held out a purple awl magic weapon to stop the spirit-destroying flower, and at the same time, he fired magic spells with both hands.
The size of the five-clawed thunder dragon instantly increased several times again, turning into a giant dragon with a size of dozens of feet. Thick purple electric snakes appeared all over its body, and it rushed into the crowd.
Bang bang bang!
The five-clawed Thunder Dragon waved its giant claws, and dozens of thick thunderbolts flew out.
Immediately, the bodies of seven or eight heavenly disciples exploded under the downpour of thunder and lightning, turning into a rain of blood all over the sky.
The large formation formed by the Heavenly Disciples suddenly fell into chaos, and the formation began to collapse.
The faces of Elder Nangong and others changed drastically. Once the formation collapsed, these Qinglan disciples would be close to destruction.
"That's too much!"
Elder Nangong roared, his body became filled with white light, and balls of crystal white flames emerged and flew towards the surroundings.
Wherever the flames passed, big holes were easily burned out in the void.
The expressions on the faces of the two saints who besieged him changed. They did not dare to confront him head-on and flew away.
Elder Nangong's face was filled with joy, and his body was about to fly out to stop the purple dragon.
At this moment, a purple light flashed above his head, and Ji Wentian's figure emerged.
He waved his hand and held out a purple long sword magic weapon, which turned into a purple giant sword in a flash and chopped off Elder Nangong's head.
Elder Nangong's expression changed, and he waved his hand and held out a white ancient mirror, which instantly expanded several times in size, blocking the top of his head.
There was a loud noise! The purple giant sword stood fiercely on the ancient mirror.
The white ancient mirror shines wildly, showing a brilliant appearance.
A trace of bloodthirsty and excited smile flashed in Ji Wentian's eyes, and he waved his hand to cast a spell. The purple giant sword shined brightly again, and a crack appeared on the white ancient mirror.
Ji Wentian's eyes flashed with excitement and a smile, and he was about to do something else.
At this moment, a sharp gust of wind flew from the side and struck at his neck.
Ji Wentian's heart trembled, and he rolled forward without hesitation. A flash of lightning flashed across his body, and he moved more than ten feet sideways, narrowly escaping the attack.
His face was extremely pale, a scar appeared on his face, and blood gushed out.
"Who is it?" He shouted sharply and looked around, but there was no one around.
Ji Wentian's face darkened, he waved his hand to recall the long purple sword, pinched the sword formula in his hand, and walked away with the sword.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Countless purple sword shadows emerged in a criss-cross pattern, covering the whole body in a weather-proof manner, and at the same time, some of them flew in all directions.
At this moment, a figure in the void flashed a few feet away from him, and a figure in green robes emerged, it was Shi Mu.
There was a flash of golden light on his body, and the Nine-Dragon Lock Golden Armor emerged, and then the Ruyi Iron Rod in his hands shone brightly, and the mountain-like shadow of the stick suddenly appeared in front of him, converging into a golden light like a giant pillar soaring into the sky, heading towards Ji Wentian
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Before the giant pillar of golden light fell, a powerful spiritual pressure suppressed the void below, causing it to twist and buzz, as if it had the power to split the sky and split the earth!
The purple sword shadow surrounding Ji Wentian suddenly collapsed!
Ji Wentian's expression changed, and the long sword in his hand glowed with purple lightning. He quickly changed his hand several times, and countless purple sword auras emerged in a criss-cross direction, and condensed into a huge and awe-inspiring sword aura, rising into the sky to greet him.
Golden stick shadow.
There was a loud noise that resounded throughout the world, and purple and gold light suddenly burst out in the void between Shi Mu and Ji Wentian. Waves of two-color air splashed in all directions, and the entire sky seemed to tremble violently.
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At this moment, a glimmer of light flashed in Shi Mu's eyes.
There was a flash of black light, and a black figure flew out from him, passed through the air currents extremely quickly, and rushed towards Ji Wentian. It was his incarnation.
Before the incarnation arrived, a bloody sword light bloomed from his hand and slashed towards Ji Wentian. It was the bloody broken sword.
Ji Wentian was shocked and hurriedly pulled out a black shield to block the bloody sword light.
"Hi!"
The black shield seemed to be made of mud and was easily split in half by the bloody sword light.
Another flash of blood passed over Ji Wentian's neck.
The expression on Ji Wentian's face instantly froze, his head whirled and soared into the sky, and a fountain of blood shot up into the sky, splashing three feet high.
The bloody broken sword suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the blood light it emitted suddenly grew louder, as if a sleeping demon had awakened, and streaks of blood shot out and pierced into Ji Wentian's body.
The corpse quickly shriveled up and turned into a mummy after just a few breaths.
A little purple figure flew out of the corpse. It was Ji Wentian's Holy Embryo Yuan Shen. He tried to escape towards the distance, but the next moment he was pierced by a blood thread at an extremely fast speed and was quickly sucked dry.
The bloody broken sword let out a strange sword whistle, as if it had burped, and the bloody light it emitted slowly dimmed, and calmness returned.
A look of surprise flashed in Shi Mu's eyes, and his expression flickered several times, but he quickly took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
This is not the time to get to the bottom of this broken sword.