It was as if an immortal waved his sleeves, and bright brilliance rose up in the night moon sky, which was shocking to watch.
The Ghost Nest barrier, which was originally extremely strong and could withstand the full blows of the monks in the early stage of the Spiritual Void Realm, was shattered into pieces in the extremely sharp and dazzling sword light.
Everywhere in the Ghost Nest is filled with sharp and bright sword energy.
Under the basin, the dark "magma" pool was overflowing with sword energy. The "magma" that was originally pitch black and filled with stench and high temperature was directly purified into a crystal clear white water after blending with the sword energy.
, stirring up extremely high water sprays.
The tall ghost king standing on top of the gathering Yin Qi spiritual formation looked at the figure in blue shirt holding a long sword in the distance with despair, his expression was stagnant, and he couldn't even make a sound. If you look carefully,
You will find that the ghost king's yin energy has long since dissipated in the sword energy cage. At the same time, countless sword energy collided everywhere in the body, splitting all the ghost king's internal organs.
Only the Ghost King's Yin Wan was not attacked by the sword energy at all.
The surrounding fierce ghosts who were lucky enough not to be devoured by the Ghost King were better off than the Ghost King. At least they were immediately stunned and did not feel any pain.
They have no realm to support defense, so they can only be separated and carried away by the sword energy, and dissipate into the heaven and earth.
The imperial mausoleum palace and the lifeless, dark and terrifying imperial mausoleum city were all turned into powder under the sword energy, floating in the air.
The sword energy that Xi Zhong struck down lasted for half an hour before slowly dissipating.
After the sword energy dissipated, the originally cold and terrifying Ghost Nest of the Imperial Tomb had become a ruin.
The thousands of fierce ghosts and the ghost puppets that had not yet had time to emerge from the ground also disappeared with the ghost king.
And the figure in green shirt also disappeared from here.
After half a while.
In mid-air, there were several figures emerging outside, all looking at the mess below with surprised expressions.
An old man in a gray-white robe was flying in the air with his hands behind his back. Strange spiritual power fluctuations were rippling around his body, and red flames were beating erratically behind him.
He looked at the Imperial Tomb Palace and Imperial Tomb City below, which were obviously cut up by some kind of sharp magic weapon, and said solemnly: "Such destructive power can only be possessed by monks in the middle stage of the Spiritual Void Realm at least."
A monk next to the old man who looked like he was only in his early twenties but whose actual age had already faded away smiled and added: "You still have to hold a spiritual treasure in hand and do it with all your strength."
Another female monk who is equally old but has a young and pretty appearance also added: "This person should be good at using a sword."
The gray-robed old man looked at his two companions and asked with a smile: "So which sect do you think this monk is from? Or is he a loose cultivator in the mountains?"
"Generally speaking, it won't be that loose cultivator in the mountains." The young man shook his head, and then smiled: "Since he is good at using swords, could he be a member of the Qingjian Sect?"
The Qingjian Sect was originally an immortal sect in the Qingsong Kingdom, but its strength was low. After being defeated by the Warring States Period, they sent people to destroy the Qingjian Sect and then re-established it.
The Sword Sect is completely two sects.
Everyone in the Qingjian Sect is good at using swords, and all the monks are good cultivators with fifth-grade spiritual roots or above. In terms of overall strength, it is indeed not as good as several major sects including the Beast Control Sect, but it is also
This is an immortal sect that should not be underestimated.
The female monk just shook her head silently.
She would never guess such a useless outcome.
The old man in gray robe said regretfully: "If we meet by chance, I still want to treat this monk to a pot of wine."
The young man joked: "Then you'll kill the monk and seize the treasure while he's drunk?"
The gray-robed old man smiled slightly and said, "Can we call our work of wandering cultivators in the mountains a 'treasure hunt'? That should be called a willing dedication."
The female monk said calmly: "We are still a step late after all. The green lotus hidden on the Ghost King's throne and the Ghost King's Yin Pills have disappeared. They should have been taken away by the monk. It seems that
This monk came to this ghost nest to investigate, and he had a clear purpose from the beginning."
She paused, then turned to look at the two companions, "To pursue or not to pursue?"
The old man in gray robe smiled and said: "I want to chase him, but if the monk attacks like this again, can the three of us withstand it?"
The young man thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I probably can't stand it."
The female monk said: "What if that person is exhausted and weak?"
The young man smiled and said: "It seems that you also know that it is a 'just in case'. The probability is so small."
The female monk stopped talking.
The three monks regretfully turned around and traveled far away to the nearest big city.
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The morning light and rain are shining, and the bright sun is rising in the east.
Xi Zhong, who looked pale and depressed, held up a hiking pole and walked slowly step by step towards the town where Xianyu was located.
While traveling at night, Xi Zhong did not encounter a single ghost. He thought that there must be some forbidden mechanism in that ghost nest. After it was destroyed by the sword energy, the wandering ghosts all over the mountains and plains dissipated.
Xi Zhong came to a mountain top and sat on a huge rock, sometimes looking into the distance and sometimes overlooking the earth.
The mountains and fields in the distance are continuous, the morning light is thousands of miles away, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.
The trees and flowers on the ground are verdant, and the birds are chirping, making you feel relaxed and happy.
Xi Zhong finally exhaled a breath of turbid air slowly, his extremely pale face slightly relieved.
The mind that had been tense all night was finally completely relaxed here.
The green shirt was already covered with blood stains, and it looked like the clothes had been soaked in a pool of blood.
The body inside the green shirt was full of devastation, almost no one was intact, and there were all hideous wounds and holes. Xi Zhong tried his best to use his extremely meager spiritual power to seal the wounds and prevent his own blood from flowing out. At the same time, Long Yuan used his sword to
The Qi in Xi Zhong's body drives away the Yin Qi left by the ghost king in Xi Zhong's body last night.
The original Xi Zhong seemed relaxed and casual, but in fact he was really on the verge of death.
It's just that the ghost king was careless.
Xi Zhong once again realized the importance of realm.
Facing the enemy with only physical strength is ultimately too lame and too much of a disadvantage.
I am not the Arhat who achieved a golden body, nor am I a god of war who became a saint through his body. There is no need to focus on the path of body all the time.
But this time, fortunately, my body was strong enough to withstand the beating from the Ghost King.
Previously, the ghost king had devoured almost all the fierce ghosts in the ghost nest, and his level had greatly increased to the half-step spiritual realm.
The extremely high realm combined with the demon body strengthened by Yin Qi made Xi Zhong completely unable to fight back.
There is really no way to fight back.
After all, the gap in realms is still too far. In the past, Xi Zhong still had some ability to fight back against opponents in the middle stage of the Kaiguang Realm, but now he is facing a half-step Spiritual Void Realm with a demon body.
The Ghost King, then Xi Zhong was crushed and knocked away in an instant.
If Xi Zhong was alone without Long Yuan's help, Xi Zhong would die suddenly in an instant.
Although Xi Zhong was reluctant to admit it, the truth was so cruel.
The ghost king also covered his fists with long black thorns. Every time he punched Xi Zhong, Xi Zhong's body would receive several bloody wounds.
In the end, Xi Zhong's body was completely devastated.
If you let Xi Zhong take off all his clothes, you can see that Xi Zhong's body is like a "water bottle" with holes everywhere, and what flows out is blood.
Fortunately, Long Yuan gave him two rays of sword energy in advance, so he was able to kill the ghost king with great reluctance and destroy the ghost nest.
After this lesson, Xi Zhong once again realized an extremely cruel reality.
He is not Long Aotian.
He really can't defeat his opponent by leapfrogging.
If there was no Long Yuan, then he would definitely be the one who died.
From now on, Xi Zhong will never regard himself as the protagonist of Long Aotian again.
He actually imagined that he could fight against a ghost king who was half a step into the spiritual void realm with only his cultivation level at the first level of the Foundation Establishment Realm and his relatively strong body...
It should be said that luckily the ghost king was careless from the beginning!
If he had directly used his magical killing move from the beginning, then Xi Zhong would at least be forced to let Long Yuan come out to protect him!
And when the sword spirit appears, it really won't be a matter of dealing with a ghost king.
There will definitely be monks coming all over the place at that time.
Long Yuan's aura cannot be blocked by a small ghost nest barrier!
Fortunately, this time "drawing the sword" only used a wisp of Long Yuan's sword energy.
"call."
Xi Zhong slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and just sat on the top of the mountain, bathing in the rising morning light, and did not dare to move in any way.
He didn't even dare to absorb the spiritual energy. He was afraid that if he was distracted while absorbing the spiritual energy, and a wound was not blocked, then the blood would definitely flow out, and his injuries would be even more serious.
Of course, part of Xi Zhong's physical injuries were caused by the use of Long Yuan's sword energy.
Long Yuan's sword energy was too powerful and sharp. If it weren't for Xi Zhong's strong physique, Xi Zhong's hand holding the sword would have been scraped to pieces by the sword energy, leaving only white bones.
At this moment, Long Yuan's light and sweet voice suddenly appeared, "If I had known earlier, Master, you should have drawn your sword from the beginning."
Xi Zhong smiled bitterly.
If only I had known earlier.
Xi Zhong said softly: "Just using a wisp of sword energy, it shouldn't be noticed by those great monks, right?"
Long Yuan said: "Master, I can't."
Xi Zhong was suddenly surprised and said: "Why do I feel that your voice, Long Yuan, became much gentler after I was injured? Did I hear it wrong?"
Long Yuan: "..."
"Master, please shut up."
"Okay, okay, I shut up."
Xi Zhong had no choice but to turn his head and look at the scenery in the distance.
I just felt that although I was bruised and bruised, I was still in a happy mood.