Accompanied by a crisp sound, a terrifying wave of vitality erupted from the broken forbidden aura, mixed with various colored halos of vitality, spreading in all directions like a semicircular dazzling sun.
The mountain peak trembled, and the rumbling vibrations resounded throughout the mountains.
Immortal cultivators miles away felt this wave, and their faces turned pale. The battle at the level of a god was too terrifying. Even if they were so far apart, these aftermaths had to distract them to resist.
The wave of vitality erupted quickly and disappeared quickly. The demonic energy inside returned to the heaven and earth again, and the light dissipated, revealing the scene on the mountain peak.
Qi Ruyan was seen standing there with a pale face and a frightened expression.
The magic dragon blade that was originally suspended above the head suddenly stood in front of him. A purple-black knife about an inch long exuded a dark halo, pressing firmly against the broad surface of the blade. The auras of both sides
They are still intertwined, and there seems to be no distinction between top and bottom.
Abbot Zhiyuan stood not far away, with the two flying diamond circles floating above his head. The cassock on his body flashed with a light golden halo, wrapping his body.
A trace of cold sweat broke out on his head, he didn't expect Wu Wenxuan to use the magic marrow knife again so quickly.
It is said that this weapon was made by a previous generation of monks from the Yuan Demon Sect who merged multiple magic weapons.
Although this treasure is different from the Tongtian Lingbao, its power and magical powers are not inferior at all. In the hands of a monk in the transformation stage, it can exert terrifying power.
After discovering that the other party activated the Demonic Marrow Sword, Abbot Zhiyuan immediately defended himself. However, who knew that the target of Wu Wenxuan's attack was Qi Ruyan. If it were not for the protection of the Demonic Dragon Blade, the last great monk of the Holy Demon Sect would probably
He just died.
"As expected of the Demonic Dragon Blade, which is known as the magic treasure that reaches the sky, it is actually so psychic?"
When Wu Wenxuan saw this scene, he couldn't help but admire it, and then he sighed: "It's a pity that such a treasure is not something that a junior like you can control."
As he spoke, he pinched a seal in his hand, and the Demonic Marrow Sword confronting the Demonic Dragon Blade suddenly trembled. The dark halo above it expanded, and the shadow of a black knife emerged, filled with extremely rich and cruel thoughts.
Then the phantom shook and sank directly into the Demon Dragon Blade. The aura on the broad blade seemed unable to stop it.
When Abbot Zhiyuan saw this scene, his expression changed drastically and he said: "Wu Daoyou, you are crazy. You actually gave up a trace of your soul power. This way, the will of the Demon Dragon Blade will be out of control, and the consequences will be disastrous."
He immediately condensed a complex seal with his hands, chanted a Buddhist mantra in his mouth, and a Buddhist ten thousand words shot out from his mouth, expanding to the size of half a person at a speed visible to the naked eye. With a strong sense of peace and compassion, he rushed
Towards Qi Ruyan.
Wu Wenxuan seemed to have expected it. His three cone-shaped magic weapons surrounded Qi Ruyan at some point, and purple-black haloes emerged from each other, forming a curtain of light.
The golden Buddhist ten thousand words bombarded the light screen, and the spiritual light above shook violently. Two special forces of will intertwined with each other, forming tiny vortices of will, and invisible fluctuations overflowed.
The golden swastika trembled for a moment and then dissipated, but the light curtain formed by the cone-shaped magic weapon also dimmed a lot.
Abbot Zhiyuan kept chanting incantations, pinched the spell with one hand, condensed the seal with the other hand, and another Buddhist ten thousand words shot out from his mouth. The diamond circle above his head also rushed towards the cone with a dark golden halo.
A light curtain shaped like a magic weapon.
Wu Wenxuan sneered, and the magic marrow knife turned into a purple-black stream of light, like a dexterous little snake, easily suppressing the diamond circle, but the Buddhist ten thousand words seemed to be an invisible thing, passing through it.
Along with the whirlpools of consciousness, the purple-black light curtain became increasingly dimmer. Abbot Zhiyuan perked up and continued to activate this magical power, trying to drive ten thousand words into Qi Ruyan's body.
As the two sides entangled, small waves of vitality, mixed with the invisible power of will, stirred on the top of the mountain.
If there are Nascent Soul monks nearby, the soul will be severely damaged just by the aftermath of these will vortices, not to mention the aftermath of the transformation of the vitality.
On the other hand, Qi Ruyan, protected by the magic dragon blade aura and Wu Wenxuan's magic weapon, was not affected by the outside world, but his expression was extremely frightening.
The magic power in her body surged crazily, and an energy exuding a bloody aura was continuously injected into the Demon Dragon Blade, trying to calm the violently trembling Demon Blade in front of her.
This magical breath is very special. It is a special energy called chaotic magic. With the help of this special energy, Qi Ruyan can activate the magic dragon blade.
The use of chaotic magic power, in addition to being supported by the strong power of the Nascent Soul, also consumes the essence and blood in the body and a trace of the power of the soul. If it is activated for a long time, not only the essence and blood will be lost, but also the soul will be damaged.
If you want to use the strongest magical power of the Demon Dragon Blade, the consumption of essence, blood and soul will be even more terrifying. Qi Ruyan's cultivation level is much weaker than Huang Chong's. He has not yet reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul. He was seriously injured due to excessive overdraft.
, and may even regress in cultivation.
Qi Ruyan's face became paler. She had consumed a lot of blood essence, but the killing intent in the Demonic Dragon Blade became more intense, even though it was out of her control.
With the injection of a large amount of chaotic magic power, a dark red halo slowly emerged from the magic dragon blade, and the rich smell of blood quickly spread with a sense of murder. The surrounding demons who were attracted by Abbot Zhiyuan and Wu Wenxuan
Most of the vitality was separated directly, and all of it converged towards the Demon Dragon Blade.
In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of blood-red halo appeared outside the magic dragon blade, and a large amount of magic energy continued to flow in. A unique coercion spread from this magic sword, and the nearby air suddenly changed.
It's extremely heavy.
The diamond circle and cone-shaped magic weapon lost the blessing of the demonic energy. It seemed that it could not withstand the pressure and was forced to withdraw. Even the demonic marrow knife, the demonic light on it trembled and distanced itself, seeming to be a little afraid.
When Abbot Zhiyuan saw this scene, his face turned pale, and he said with a bit of horror in his eyes: "The Demonic Dragon Blade has absorbed the power of the soul, and its murderous intention has greatly increased. Fairy Qi is influenced by this will, and she is afraid that she will be sacrificed.
Use yourself to exert the maximum power of this magic sword."
"Fellow Daoist Wu, if you and I work together to suppress it, there is still room for salvation."
Wu Wenxuan stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and said with a bit of madness in his eyes: "Hahaha, Wu needs to experience it to see if this magic dragon blade can seriously injure the gods as the legend says.
Expect."
Abbot Zhiyuan couldn't help but cursed a madman, and all the peace and compassion in his body surged out, wanting to do something.
At this moment, the terrifying murderous intention burst out, and it immediately followed the chaotic magic power and entered Qi Ruyan's body.
The second elder of the Holy Demon Sect felt endless killing intent rushing straight to his head. Huang Chong and Xue Tianyou were killed. Many elders fell. They were bullied by the major demon sects, and there were also old monsters in the transformation stage who came to rob them.
The treasure of Zhenpai, all kinds of things came to mind.
"These people deserve to die!"
Qi Ruyan raised her head, her eyes suddenly turned blood red. She stared at Wu Wenxuan who was dozens of feet away. Her slender hands had already grasped the thick handle of the Demon Dragon Blade, and her body was visible to the naked eye.
The speed shriveled up, and the aura of the soul became faint, leaving only the murderous intent in his eyes, which was extremely strong.
The large amount of surging demonic energy condensed instantly, and a huge blood knife measuring tens of feet appeared on the mountain peak, exuding a terrifying pressure that could destroy the world.
All the immortal cultivators in the Ten Thousand Blades Mountains looked over, looking at this scene in horror. Many people even stopped fighting, as if there was only this huge and huge sword shadow in the world.
Wu Wenxuan immediately felt a special invisible force, mixed with a terrifying sense of killing, surrounding him. The surrounding demonic energy also escaped from his control. These energies seemed to become one, turning into a binding force, holding his body in place.
In place.
His face turned pale, and the true energy in his body surged violently. The demonic energy that had been refined into the Nascent Soul surged out, turning into a dazzling purple-black halo, and the restraining force was somewhat loosened.
But after a moment's delay, the blood-red sword shadow of dozens of feet descended from the sky with unparalleled power.
There was only blood red in Wu Wenxuan's eyes, as if he was facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The huge sword light, with a thick smell of blood and a terrifying sense of chill, drowned his body...