Tu'e glanced at Luo Zheng, who was floating away like a fallen leaf, with a look of surprise on his face, "What a wonderful body technique, it can be used to this extent, it's interesting..."
In terms of physical skills alone, Eight Curves of Flying Smoke is nothing in the divine realm. ()
After all, Baqu Feiyan is not a magical power derived from Shinto.
But after incorporating the true meaning of Tao, the situation was naturally very different, and Tue was naturally surprised.
After all, in his eyes, these high-ranking true gods are all insignificant ants, and one of the ants actually escaped from under his feet!
"Oh!"
Tue laughed lightly.
The huge body jumped up...
He jumped up like this, just like a mountain range leaping, and then slammed towards Luo Zheng!
Even if Luo Zheng escapes extremely fast, he can't escape the scope covered by Tue!
Looking at the behemoth above his head, Luo Zheng showed a wry smile and could only use Eight Songs of Flying Smoke again...
"Boom!"
That mountain-like body stepped down, and the entire land of Taoism was shaken again.
Even Ruomu's bottom trembled slightly...
The demon's body was suppressed with great force, and hurricanes swept through it, turning the mist into a mess.
And Luo Zheng was like a light mosquito, flying crazily along the hurricane.
Seeing that Ertu did not go all out, but with an almost playful mentality, he was bound to catch Luo Zheng with his bare hands!
Luo Yan looked at her brother in danger, and without any hesitation, she circled and flew towards Luo Zhengbiao.
"Run away!"
"No one is its opponent..."
“It’s time to leave the land of Taoism long ago!”
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The faces of the high-ranking true gods present were pale. Whether they were the children of wealthy families or the grassroots true gods, they all fled in panic.
The gods of the wealthy alliance had resentment in their hearts against the Dongfang family, so how could they be willing to sacrifice their lives? They were all scattered.
"what to do?"
Mo Nan looked at Luo Zheng who was in danger, with a look of anxiety on his face.
The wealthy children are gone...
The grassroots true gods also ran away...
Now only the Sword Clan disciples, Luo Yan, and Huang Douyan are left.
In addition to these people, there is also Nan Takihua who is quite surprising.
Nan Takihua had been very timid all the way, but now he didn't even run away!
"Let's... leave too," one of the Sword Clan's disciples whispered.
"Yes, this is a real demon!" Another sword clan disciple also agreed.
To say that they have no fear in their hearts is definitely a lie. After cultivating into a true god, everyone will cherish their own lives.
Hearing this, Jian Mastiff looked around briefly, and then said: "As members of the Sword Clan, you should understand the meaning of the Disaster Sword better than I do!"
Disaster Sword...
It is considered a forbidden weapon among the sword clan.
Although this sword is extremely rare and powerful, no one from the Sword Clan wants to own it.
The price you pay for using this sword is your own life!
Once the Sword Clan wears this sword, it becomes the Sword Clan's death warrior!
"Since the countless divine eras of our Sword Clan, there is only one kind of person who has received the Calamity Sword, and that is the dead!" Sword Mastiff said lightly, "Now that Luo Zheng has engraved his name on the top of the stone tablet, you... plan to
Are you going back with the Disaster Sword like this?"
Compared to other wealthy families and major races, the Sword Clan’s rules are not strict.
The restrictions on the disciples within the clan are not severe.
Therefore, even if they escape with the Calamity Sword, they will not be punished too much, and they may even not be punished.
But the Sword Clan is a race that attaches great importance to reputation. Some of the Sword Clan's children are not willing to bear a bad name even if they die!
When Jian Mastiff said this, the faces of the Sword Clan disciples changed slightly.
"If you want to leave, you can leave now," the sword mastiff said calmly.
The disciples of the Sword Clan were silent, and no one moved their feet.
"In that case," Sword Mastiff waved his hand, and a red blood sword was pulled out with a "snap" sound, "Do you dare to follow me?"
This calamity sword is somewhat similar to the blood-extinguishing curse sword made by the Eastern Ghost with its essence and blood.
However, the Blood Extinguishing Curse Sword is cast with one's own essence and blood. Although it will cause damage to oneself, it will stop when the essence and blood burn to a limit and will not cost one's life.
But the Disaster Tribulation Sword is different. Sacrificing the Disaster Tribulation Sword is equivalent to sacrificing yourself and becoming a victim of the Disaster Tribulation Sword!
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh..."
Following the lead of Jian Mastiff, Mo Nan and other sword clan disciples also drew out their own calamity swords.
The sword mastiff looked at the evil-looking long sword in his hand, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes. After making a decision in his heart, the Calamity Sword began to scream.
"Yeah, yeah..."
The calamity sword screamed like a baby at this moment, which was very eye-catching.
A flushed color appeared on the sword mastiff's fair and delicate face, traces of strange blood-colored lines covered his skin, and evil aura flowed from his eyes.
Not only him, but also Mo Nan and other Sword Clan disciples...
"Join the Lingxiao Sword Formation! Soul-Destroying Attack Sword! Up!"
"Whoosh!"
The sword mastiff said, taking the lead and rushing over.
The other disciples of the Sword Clan did not hesitate to give in, and flew away in a neat formation.
Under this stone monument, only Huang Douyan and Nan Takihua were left.
Huang Douyan glanced into the distance lightly, and then took out a small square package from his Xumi ring. He took out two simple double-edged swords from the package, and asked Nan Takihua on the side:
"Why don't you leave?"
All the true gods dispersed in a hurry, but Nan Takihua was still here, which surprised Huang Douyan.
Nan Takihua's face was pale, and he was obviously frightened to the extreme, but he still whispered: "There is more than one demon in this disputed land. If you run away rashly, you will probably die."
Huang Douyan held a double-edged sword in one hand and said with a smile: "Staying here will lead to death."
Nan Takihua shook his head, "Not necessarily..."
The demon was very terrifying, and Nan Takihua had also heard all kinds of incredible rumors about the Abyss Demon Realm.
But Nan Takihua had a hunch in his heart that maybe staying here was not as bad as he thought.
"I don't think so either!"
The bean-eyed man smiled faintly and floated away without any fear on his face!
"Let's see how you run this time!"
Ertu's rough voice roared from his throat.
After not touching Luo Zheng for so long, even the corner of his clothes, he finally lost his patience.
Blood-red lightning burst out from his hands, and those lightning formed a vortex that completely restricted Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng had no way to escape, so he saw Ertu's giant hand grabbing him in front of him!
"Trouble..."
Looking at the giant hand, Luo Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He had no way to avoid it now and could only bear the blow!
But at this moment, a dazzling purple light suddenly flashed behind Luo Zheng.
Luo Yan's eyes were full of determination, and with her hands crossed, a purple shadow enveloped her.