Looking down from the sky, a huge mushroom cloud suddenly rose in the dense forest, covering the sky and the sun, and thick smoke billowed.
Then, a horrifying heat wave suddenly spread, and trees along the way were uprooted, shrubs and grass were completely swept away, revealing the ferocious and mottled earth.
Collapse!
In the center of the earth, layer after layer collapsed, and the terrifying cracks around it, like pitch-black insects, spread crazily toward the distance.
"Haha, the foundation-building realm can solidify the spiritual energy of heaven and earth a hundred times. That is another level of bombardment. Let me see what you can do to resist in your small Qi-refining realm."
Above the sky, a phantom sword formed by the gathering of air waves slashed straight down.
Under the sword blade, Zhao Chu's hair flew wildly, and he raised his fists high, burning with rich purple flames, struggling to resist the sword... Under his feet, the earth collapsed layer after layer, like the center of an earthquake.
Weighing one hundred tons.
The seven-layer spiritual sea in Zhao Chu's body was churning violently, as if he was experiencing an unprecedented catastrophe.
The old man who built the foundation was right.
No matter how strong the Qi Refining monk is, he still condenses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the form of the spiritual sea, and then slowly transforms and utilizes it. After all, it is still an external object... But the strong foundation builder can completely refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his Dantian, and cast it into a magnificent object.
Douji.
Daoji, it is already a part of the monk's body, just like breathing.
"Old ghost, your pseudo-base is very strong, but I'm not weak either!"
The ground under Zhao Chu's feet was still collapsing, and there seemed to be a mountain peak above his head pressing down... But his knees were not bent at all, and a stubborn determination to stand up to the sky made the purple energy even more intense.
"Huh? You can actually block my sword? The Taishang Daoji Chapter is indeed extraordinary, haha... Originally I was afraid that my trip would be in vain. The more extraordinary you are now, the happier I am, haha!"
Seeing that although Zhao Chu was bombarded and fell into a deep pit in a miserable state, he did block his sword, the old man who built the foundation was also shocked.
For the sake of stability, he only used 70% of his strength with the first sword.
The original plan was to severely wound Zhao Chu with one sword, and then use the soul-searching method to find the Taishang Dao Ji Chapter. Now it seems that I was a little too cautious. The opponent was very strong, ten times stronger than the average Qi Refining monk.
"But that's fine. I can let it go and fight without fear of accidentally killing you and not finding the foundation of the Supreme Dao."
The old man who built the Foundation had white hair flying in the air. He flicked his sleeves and pointed his fingers empty.
In an instant, sword energy swirled around, and the foundation-building phantom sword oppressing the sky above Zhao Chu's head suddenly expanded tenfold. From a distance, it was not a sword, but a mountain.
"puff!"
At this moment, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The space around the giant sword was even crushed. Zhao Chu shuddered and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"It is indeed a foundation building. Although it is a fake foundation, its strength is still terrifying."
Zhao Chu gritted his teeth, and his pupils turned completely scarlet... Bang bang bang... Under the huge pressure, countless pores all over his body were spraying blood mist. In just a few breaths, the figure under the giant sword was already
Covered in blood.
When he really faced the powerful foundation builder, he found that he still underestimated his strength.
In addition to the pressure of the sword in the sky, Zhao Chu was surrounded by dense sword energy in all directions. He had no way to go to the sky, and he didn't even have a chance to escape.
In order to be sure, the old man who built the foundation would certainly not give Zhao Chu a chance to escape.
"The Qi Refining Realm is only the Qi Refining Realm after all... It's shocking that you are not dead even after this sword strike. Back then, there was a Qi Refining Dzogchen monk who dared to provoke me. He was killed by the first sword.
The family is separated and vulnerable."
The billowing dust completely submerged Zhao Chu. The old man who built the foundation smiled calmly and was extremely confident.
This sword was already a strike with all his strength... He was confident that no one in the Qi Refining Realm in the world could block it. Even a spiritual body would be seriously injured and dying.
"What?"
The next breath, two scarlet light spots suddenly lit up in the dust. When the dust thinned down, they turned out to be two eyeballs.
Zhao Chu licked his chapped lips and chewed a pill hard.
"It is indeed a treasure. It is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining and can block my full blow. This Taoist Basic Chapter is more precious than the spirit body... I must get it, haha, this time the heaven's reward."
After a moment of shock, the old man who built the foundation suddenly laughed heartily.
"Are you at the end of the crossbow? Do you want to run away? Under your feet is my sword prison, it is difficult to move even an inch... With the third sword, I will definitely shatter your sea of energy."
The third sword!
Penetrating the sun and moon, cracking the sky.
Layers after layers of space collapsed, and deafening sonic booms were heard everywhere within a ten-mile radius.
Some trees in the distance exploded from the center of their trunks, unable to withstand such terrifying pressure.
It took too long, and the foundation-building old man was afraid of being bumped into by others and interfering with his robbery of the Taishang Daoji Chapter, so he used his full strength for the third sword. He completely treated Zhao Chu as an enemy of life and death.
Boom!
With the foundation-building phantom sword as the center, the ground was constantly being blown down like ripples of water. Dust rose ten feet high. A hundred miles away, there were shrill roars of beasts everywhere, causing thousands of birds to fly.
…
The loud noise in the distant jungle alarmed some nearby second-rate sects.
The leaders of these sects hurriedly stepped on their swords and looked around with shocked expressions on their faces.
"This is the sword energy of the Wanjian Sect...it must be the elders of the Wanjian Sect fighting nearby. What an amazing sword energy. He is worthy of being a strong man from the nine major sects!"
A few minutes later, all the leaders gathered together, looking at the distant jungle.
"We can't afford to offend the Nine Major Factions, so it's better to stay away."
"Strange, we can only sense a breath of foundation building energy. What kind of opponent does this elder of Wanjian Sect face? Why is there no breath at all?"
"Maybe there is some technique to conceal the aura."
One by one, the foundation building masters shook their heads and returned to their sect.
They didn't dare to interfere with the muddy waters of the Nine Major Sects.
Besides, the Taoism they practice is very humble, completely incomparable to the nine major sects.
…
"Hey... there is no breath, he can't be dead... Oops, I was careless. The reason why he could resist the first two swords was that he was already at the end of his strength. The third sword should not be so forceful. He was so excited to kill for a while, so careless.
Too careless."
As the gunpowder smoke fell, the foundation-building elder probed Zhao Chu's aura and was suddenly shocked.
there is none left!
The purple aura, which was much stronger than that of ordinary foundation-building monks, disappeared without leaving any residue.
He was a little panicked.
If Zhao Chu is directly blasted to ashes, who else can this soul-searching technique be used on?
"Trash, I saw you swearing so confidently, I thought you had some trump card, but who knew you would die like this? You are such a trash, I am so angry!"
A few minutes later, the old man who built the foundation was almost so angry that he vomited blood.
It was really gone. He was bombarded until no bones were left, and disappeared into thin air... The third sword was almost a life-threatening sword strike. Ordinary foundation-building monks could be directly killed by the bombardment.
Fetching water from a bamboo basket is in vain.
regret!
Elder Ji Zhu beat his chest so hard that his intestines turned green with regret.
"Are you looking for me?"
Just when Elder Establishment was furious and wanted to destroy the entire jungle, a cold voice sounded from behind him.
"Um?"
He was stunned subconsciously.
"Your Foundation-Building Illusion Sword is not bad, but unfortunately, your Sword Prison is ordinary."
In the next breath, a golden flying sword swept away the dust and struck straight towards his face. It was so powerful that there were loud sword sounds along the way.
"Haha, it turns out you're not dead, I'm so lucky... but you're just bringing shame on yourself by using the sword in front of me."
Instead of being shocked, the old man who built the foundation was overjoyed.
It's like another village has a bright future, Zhao Chu is not dead.
In the blink of an eye, the golden sword had already reached his face, but the old man who established the foundation smiled contemptuously... He flicked his sleeves and slowly stretched out two fingers.
After ten years of training in the Wanjian Sect, he left his master in the foundation-building realm and was directly regarded as an elder by the sect. Another 60 years... In his life, from eating to sleeping, he has been with the sword day and night, and the sword has almost become a skin limb.
.
How ridiculous it is to dare to play with a sword in front of yourself.
Buzz!
Elder Ji Zhu chuckled, gently held the tip of the sword, and trembled slightly...
That’s right!
The blade shattered.
This was something he expected. Strictly speaking, he himself was a sword.
When swordsmen meet on a narrow road, the weak will be broken.
"Eh...what?"
However, before his smile fell, the broken fragments gathered together again to form a bone claw with sharp nails, and the cold air hit his neck.
Elder Ji Zhu's head was shocked.
What kind of sword is this?
No, this is not a sword at all!
The elder suddenly realized that there was no sword energy at all...it was a scam!
He stepped hard on the ground with the sole of his foot and was about to retreat.
The golden sword before seemed to be shining with golden light, but in fact it was ordinary. In the Wanjian Sect, it was simply a broken sword from the outer sect... Looking back now, I realized that this was simply the young man's trick.
This magic weapon can transform into various forms and is a first-class treasure.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the enemy, and the cold bone claws were already close at hand.
"Don't even think about attacking me sneakily!"
Although he is a little embarrassed, the elder is not afraid at all. After all, it is a magic weapon in the Qi Refining Realm. How powerful can it be? If his foundation defense is broken, wouldn't it mean that he will fly into the sky?
"What? Impossible!"
However, reality gave the elder a hard slap in the face.
The bone claw not only broke through his defense, but also directly cut three blood marks on his neck... Although it was not a fatal injury, it also caused the elder's heart to beat wildly and the base to shake.
"This must be the treasure left behind by Shen Fusheng!"
Although the elder was angry at being attacked, he was even more excited.
The magic weapon that can break through his foundation-building defense must be a top-quality magic weapon. If he can get it, his strength will definitely improve, and it may be possible to break through the middle stage of foundation-building.
Buzz!
The elder stepped back and was about to use another sword move, but the bone claws exploded like tarsal maggots... A burst of golden dust dispersed, and after condensing again, it suddenly became a golden chain, surrounding
On your own neck.
"Go away!"
The elder was furious, immediately withdrew his sword technique and blasted directly towards the chain.
Boom!
With a swing of his palm, the chain was not blown away, but he was shaken and coughed.
After all, the neck is the most vulnerable part. How can he hold it tight?
There was a panicked tearing, but the chain didn't move at all, and even tightened tighter and tighter. The elder's scalp exploded with anger. This feeling was the same as that of a chained dog on the street.
"Are you satisfied with this dog leash? Old dog!"
Boom!
A cold voice came from behind, and the elder turned back suddenly.
Under the purple flames, a young man in tattered robes slowly walked out of the darkness, stepping on the purple clouds. Under the purple flames, the background behind him was somewhat distorted and illusory.
"Your performance is over, now...it's my turn!"
Under the pitch-black mask, only two scarlet pupils were shining, like a trapped animal that had been hungry for ten days and nights.