His breathing gradually calmed down, and his true power communicated with the six swords, swimming in each Sanskrit pattern, as if flowing in his own blood. Then, the sword body trembled slightly, making Wang Chen feel his blood boiling inexplicably.
It's a bit ridiculous. Those who want to participate in dividing themselves are a group of evil wolves in the foundation building stage. Just like if their cultivation is slightly weaker, they are not qualified to get a share of the pie.
Any one of them can crush themselves.
They didn't move, but they didn't think of the rules for dividing the spoils?
But he wanted to have a fight with them to see whose fist was bigger. Just like when he met the group of wolves in the jungle.
The inscriptions on the Six Paths Sword are complicated and circulated.
It immediately attracted a lot of coveted eyes.
This kind of ancient treasure is extremely rare even among large sects, let alone small sects, and its attraction to sword cultivators is immeasurable.
"How dare you be so arrogant!"
The golden-armored monk has a very fierce temper. If it weren't for the Six-Path Sword, he wouldn't even look at a casual cultivator like Wang Chen who had just reached the realm of flying in the air.
The vast majority of people here have very few disciples who have reached the sixth level of Qi Condensation. This kind of cultivation is not at all popular.
And this unconventional guy, surrounded by jungle, actually dared to use his true power beyond his own control.
Arrogant!
He glared with both eyes and extended his sword, and the cold sword energy turned into a gust of wind and hit his face, making people's skin hurt.
But only a cold voice came from the sky: "Who dares to touch a hair on his face? I guarantee that he will not see the sun tomorrow."
Before anyone arrived, the air seemed to be condensed with strands of ice, and an icy cold current, mixed with bits and pieces of extreme cold, rushed towards my face.
Although the voice was slightly green, it clearly appeared in everyone's ears, and many people's expressions changed.
Even Wang Chen, who was in the middle of the encirclement, looked towards the sky.
The ice crystal phoenix shining with colorful light under the sun was a bit dazzling. Facing the sun's rays, a shapely and slender figure stood upright on it, with a blue shirt fluttering and long hair dancing behind him.
Wang Chen was stunned and felt complicated.
"Is it...Brother Vanity?"
"He came to save me?"
In his mind, scenes of meeting Murong Xumu kept flashing through his mind.
"Why does Shui Yunyao relate to you? Is it related to your nickname?"
"Then in order to show his true intentions, he actually directly activated the Ice Coffin Secret Technique, and appeared in front of him without any cover when he had no defense at all."
"Whoever dares to touch a hair on him, I guarantee that he will not see the sun tomorrow..."
The domineering words were still echoing, but Wang Chen's head lowered.
He felt goosebumps all over his body.
Murong Xumu floated to the ground, and no one dared to say a word except for the foundation-building monk in the small valley who respectfully called "Uncle."
His real power is as solid as ice. Compared with the aura of the surrounding foundation-building monks, it is like a heavy ball of fine iron falling into a huge ball of mud mixed with iron filings.
"Is this Nirvana?"
Wang Chen raised his head and met Murong Xumu's icy blue eyes like a lake.
Nirvana is a means of compressing the true power of the sea of air.
He remembered that the book fairy once said to him when he was hooking up: "Even if the monks with mediocre qualifications do not perish, most of them can build a foundation within 50 years.
The basic monks are equivalent to the fame-seeking people who choose to give up the path of cultivation. They will always stay at the early stage of foundation building and cannot make any progress. This kind of waste material is the most common, so you must have nirvana nine times before you can build the foundation.
Otherwise, you will never be able to cultivate the golden elixir."
The current Murong Xumu has attained nirvana at least six times. Unless he is in the middle stage of foundation building, which can also hold the position of elder in the thirty-three sects, he is invincible.
How can the strong arowana that chooses to swim upstream be comparable to the grass carp that lives in the creek?
The handsome and almost demonic face is reflected in the eyes, getting closer and closer.
Wang Chen sighed and decided to make it clear to Murong Xumu directly: "I have always regarded you as my brother."
But before he could speak, his complicated eyes met the deep blue lake.
Murong Xumu said gloomily.
"I will make him look like a thousand ice sculptures and die in pain! Whoever dares to stop me will die!"
Sen Han's tone was like there was a terrible evil ghost in his body, like an old grudge that had been entangled for endless years.
Words such as "no sworn relationship" and "hatred as deep as the sea" seemed so pale and feeble in front of Murong Xumu's anger.
"What?!"
The huge gap made Wang Chen's eyes widen. He almost thought he heard wrong. He suddenly raised his head and said frantically:
"Vanity! What are you doing! If they want to beat or kill me, forget it."
"What about you?! Am I not treating you well?!"
"Wouldn't it hurt your conscience to treat me like this?!"
Wang Chen swore that except for the first time he met Murong Xumu, when he had murderous intentions towards him and almost broke the Qinggang sword, he had no murderous intentions towards Brother Vainglory at other times.
He was so considerate. When Vanity fell from the sky, he even spent a precious minute digging up a big tree and stuffing him inside in order to prevent others from seeing him.
Didn't I just take some of his rags, fire thunderbolts, spiritual stones for viewing, and eat a tasteless piece of fruit? Is that what it's like?
"vanity?!"
Murong Xumu did not react to this unfamiliar title for a moment, and then his silky black hair suddenly floated upside down like floating grass in the water in the extremely cold power.
"When did anyone dare to give him such a nickname, Mr. Murong?"
The extremely cold frost spread and froze on his body, as if anger instantly filled his heart.
boom!
The terrifying extremely cold tornado suddenly rose into the sky, and the surrounding foundation-building cultivators scattered in panic.
Amidst the howling extreme cold air.
Wang Chen's black hair was not messy at all, and there was not even a sign of being blown by the wind.
He still held the simple golden six-path sword in his hand.
A dark token appeared in his hand, and at the same time, as if he was in water, ripples suddenly rippled around his body.
Murong Xumu was stunned. He was very familiar with this black token.
This was clearly a moving order that I had obtained with great difficulty from the ancient immortal ruins!
"Vanity, today I will use the moving order you gave me to declare that we are no longer in love with each other!"
Wang Chen's figure slowly disappeared into the space.
The extreme cold that could freeze an ordinary foundation-building monk didn't even raise the corners of his clothes.
"It's you again..." Murong Xumu murmured, his voice trembling.
No matter how powerful he is, he is not a major cultivator, he does not even have a foundation, and he has no means to affect space.
"It's a removal order."
"I heard that Murong Xumu got a moving order last time in the Ancient Immortal Ruins, but I didn't expect it to be given to Ji Ba."
"Do you think this pretense of momentum was intentional on Murong Xumu's part..."
"I heard that Murong Xumu never showed any color towards beautiful women. Could it be that he..."
"It's possible. Look at that Silver Demon. He's quite handsome."
"Shh..."
The gossip came into his ears very clearly, and Murong Xumu said nothing.
He looked up at the sky.
And Wang Chen has completely disappeared into the air.
The surrounding cultivators who had been frightened away by the frost tornado came back again.
"Master Xumu, there are so many of us, we finally surrounded Jiba, should you give us an explanation?" The golden-armored foundation-building cultivator snorted coldly.
"Amitabha, our mountain sect inherits the Six Paths Sword, which was found and lost again. Please give me an explanation from the donor, Murong Murong."
"Do you think that just because you are a member of the thirty-three sects, you can do whatever you want?"
When people get together, they become very courageous, and a group of cultivators gathered around them with evil looks on their faces.
Could it be that Murong Xumu, who was rumored to have a graceful demeanor and was calm and collected in times of trouble, could risk the disdain of the world and kill them?
Murong Xumu was still looking at the sky. The wind blew the corners of his clothes and sleeves. He slowly raised a hand until it was above his head, as if he wanted to hold the sun in the sky.
Then, he clenched his white fingers.
Crystal clear without a trace of impurities, the cold air flowing with countless colorful brilliance turned into sharp ice crystal petals and shot out, shooting straight into the sky with a cold and sharp aura.
boom!
With him as the center, an ice lotus suddenly bloomed in a radius of a hundred feet.
In an instant, this group of cultivators, almost all of whom had the strength of the Foundation Establishment stage and enjoyed the respect and glory of the elders in the cultivation world, all turned into ice sculptures with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
All vitality disappears in the extreme cold the moment it freezes.
Pieces of crystal-like petals were like dreams. On top of the pure ice lotus, Murong Xumu roared crazily, like a mad beast. His body was no longer straight, his fingers were spread wide, and he covered his forehead.
, the soft hair is spread down.
Between the five fingers and the fragmented hair, a pair of blue eyes suddenly turned blood red.