Chapter 214 The Battle of the Shenbing Sect
With a crash, the sky above the sword-making shop became clear. The people from the Shenbing Sect came and left quickly.
Bai Yuliu sound array.
Ning Daoran frowned and kept deducing in his mind that this soul-eating old demon has always been a master who has no profit and cannot afford to be early.
Since the Soul-Eating Cult was uprooted by the righteous path, the Soul-Eating Old Demon has been even more elusive and rarely shows up. Although it is said that he has assembled a group of demonic monks, he has not caused any splash.
This time the soul-eating old demon attacked the Shenbing Sect with great fanfare. It was by no means an accidental action. It was most likely planned for many years.
After all, there is a fourth-order low-grade spiritual vein in Hongye Valley, which is enough to attract the covetousness of the Soul-Eating Old Demon.
In addition, in the border battle, the righteous monks of the Eastern Wilderness Immortal Realm suffered heavy losses. At this time, they were in a period of inactivity and lack of strength. It was indeed a God-given opportunity for the Soul-Eating Old Devil to capture Red Leaf Valley and re-establish the sect.
In today's Qingzhou, if the Soul-Eating Old Demon, a late-stage golden elixir master, occupied Hongye Valley and rebuilt the Soul-Eating Cult, no sect would really stop this from happening.
The Chaos Sect can't do it, the imperial court can't do it, and even the Jiuyun Sect that spans two states can't do it!
The Soul-Eating Old Devil had exhausted all his traps, and even grasped the opportunity to attack just right. He launched his attack just when the Divine Weapon Sect was out in force to attack the sword-making shop, catching the Divine Weapon Sect by surprise.
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However, if the Soul-Eating Old Demon takes over Hongye Valley and re-establishes the Soul-Eating Cult in Fanshu City, it will be extremely detrimental to the Sword Forging Shop, the entire Qingzhou righteousness, and the Chaos Sect!
Although Ning Daoran is a little wary of the late-stage Golden Elixir strength of the Soul-Eating Old Demon, he will never sit back and watch the demonic path rise again in Qingzhou.
"Old deer."
He glanced back and said: "The Baiyu Liuyin Array is handed over to you. You continue to guard the sword-making shop. Don't let your guard down. I'll go to the Shenbing Sect to see what's going on there."
"Ouch~~"
The big stupid deer grabbed the formation's control jade talisman in one mouthful.
Ning Daoran turned around and turned into a golden ray of light and left. Just before leaving Fanshu City, he had already changed his appearance and transformed into a Jianjia Sanren. Since he was going to meet the soul-devouring old devil, and he was destined to quarrel with each other this time, then Just "reunite" as old friends!
In the mountains, it was snowing.
Ning Daoran could not move the Mingwang Divine Technique, Invisibility Technique, and Sound Absorption Technique, and merged with the flying snow, completely hiding between heaven and earth.
When he arrived at the Shenbing Sect, the large formation outside the mountain gate had been breached, and the city outside the Shenbing Sect's mountain gate had been reduced to a mess. Countless houses had been pushed horizontally by magic power, and the ground was covered with corpses.
After all, the old soul-eating demon is still the old soul-eating demon, and his methods are ruthless, which has not changed in so many years.
On the mountain road, the corpses of the disciples of the Divine Weapon Sect were scattered everywhere. The sword knocking stone at the mountain gate was turned into powder with one palm. The gravel flew in all directions, killing and wounding countless monks of the Divine Weapon Sect.
"Are you late?"
Ning Daoran frowned and quickly went up the mountain with a gust of cold wind.
Deep in Hongye Valley, the hinterland of the Shenbing Sect.
The majestic palace has been razed to the ground, and now only a piece of ruins is left. Just above the mess, three golden elixir monks are fighting.
The old soul-devouring demon fought against brothers Mo Yunting and Mo Shaoting, one against two!
One of Mo Shaoting's arms was hanging low, as if it had been broken, and his clothes were soaked in blood, but he still controlled a magic weapon and several spiritual weapons to fight against the old soul-eating demon.
"Just the early stage of the Golden Elixir..."
The soul-devouring old devil was dressed in a blood-colored gown. Although his appearance was old, his eyes were filled with a frightening light. He sneered, "How dare you dare to challenge me? You don't know how to live or die!"
As he spoke, the old soul-eating demon sacrificed a ghost-faced jade plate. Under the influence of his magic power, several ghosts sprang out from the jade plate with a "buzzing" sound. The strength of those ghosts was not weak, and each one was at the early stage of the golden elixir. !
Similar to the original Tsing Yi Empress, she was both in the early stage of the weak Golden Elixir.
However, the soul-eating old devil's ghost-raising skills are obviously much better than Ning Daoran's. He is a professional after all.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered, and with the roar of the ghosts, four golden elixir ghosts pounced on Mo Shaoting, suppressing him in an instant. Suddenly, several terrifying scars appeared on Mo Shaoting's body.
"Shaoting!"
Mo Yunting was horrified and said angrily: "Old soul-eating ghost, I haven't seen you for many years. Your ghost control has become more and more powerful, but in the end you are still using shameless methods. Take a beating from my sect leader!"
In the sky, clouds and thunder rotated, and wisps of thunder light illuminated the dim sky.
This is the Perfect Level Yun Lei True Secret!
In addition, a golden sledgehammer in Mo Yunting's hand was wrapped with the power of clouds and thunder, and the hammer head instantly transformed into a huge one. Then, a terrifying hammer head several feet long was wrapped with clouds and thunder and fell from the sky, heading straight for the soul-eating old demon's face. go!
"Buzz——"
Amidst the violent roar of the wind, the old soul-devouring demon's gown was blown by the strong wind and made a sound. Under the huge force, the folds on his face were twisted crazily, as if they were about to fall off.
"What a true Yun Lei Jue!"
The Soul-Eating Old Demon knew that what the opponent was holding was a third-level magical weapon known as the "Magic Weapon". If it was hit head-on, even the late Golden Elixir would probably not feel comfortable.
In the blink of an eye, the demonic energy all over the soul-devouring old demon's body rose, and he pushed upward with both hands. Suddenly, a bloody giant arm protruded from the cracks in the void on the left and right sides, fiercely facing the opponent's hammer!
"Peng!!"
Amidst the loud noise, the power of cloud and thunder continued to explode, and the lightning struck people so hard that it was almost impossible to open their eyes. However, the magic weapon-level hammer wrapped in thunder and lightning was actually tightly grasped by a bloody giant arm, refusing to Let go.
"Ah?!"
In the distance, several injured Shen Weapon Sect foundation-building elders were shocked: "It's not good! The soul-devouring demon's soul-devouring magic art seems to have been...has been cultivated to the transformation state...the sect master's Yun Lei True Art can't be used at all." Strong rival! "Mo Yunting!"
The soul-devouring old devil's face was filled with defiance and cruelty, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Your Divine Weapon Sect has occupied the precious land of Red Leaf Valley for thousands of years, and it's time to move away. What qualifications does a mere middle-stage Jindan sect have to occupy the fourth-level spiritual veins?
I give you a choice, lead the disciples to get out immediately, and leave this Red Leaf Valley to me for the purpose of condensing the baby. I may consider letting you live, what do you think? ”
"Dream!"
How dare Mo Yunting give up Red Leaf Valley? How many generations of ancestors of the Shenbing Sect saved this fourth-level spiritual vein through bloody battles? If it was ruined in his hands, how could he face his ancestors?
"Unless I, Mo Yunting, die, I will never give up Red Leaf Valley!"
"In that case, just go and die."
The soul-devouring old demon looked indifferent. The next second, a blood-colored treasure bell suddenly fell from the sky. Before anyone could react, the treasure bell instantly grew dozens of times in size and directly enveloped Mo Yunting!
"When~~~"
Inside the treasure bell, there was the sound of a giant hammer attacking the bell wall.
"Sect Master!"
A group of Shenbing Sect disciples were shocked.
"Huh?"
The Soul-Eating Old Demon sneered, and immediately, a group of Soul-Eating Cult disciples came forward to resist the Divine Weapon Sect disciples.
"Brother!"
Mo Shaoting, who was being entangled by several golden elixir ghosts sucking blood and essence, was even more horrified.
Everyone in Qingzhou's immortal cultivation world knows that the old soul-devouring demon has a magic weapon-level soul-locking clock, but no one knows that the soul-locking clock has been cultivated to this level and can be used to trap middle-stage golden elixir monks. !
"Have peace of mind and become the nourishment of the Soul Locking Bell!"
The old soul-devouring demon kept grinning ferociously, and opened his arms. Suddenly two more bloody giant arms protruded from the void, firmly grasping both sides of the soul-locking bell, fixing the bell in place, and flowing continuously. Input the vast mana of the soul-eating demonic art!
Who would have thought that after the old soul-eating demon had cultivated the soul-eating demonic art to the transformation state, and then cooperated with the soul-locking bell, he could actually have such a powerful method!
"Asshole..."
Inside the Soul Locking Bell, Mo Yunting's howling sound came from inside.
Although he angrily smashed the Soul Locking Bell with the magic weapon level warhammer again and again, he was trapped by the Soul Locking Bell and isolated from the world. The magic power he could exert was greatly reduced in an instant. How could he do anything to obtain this magic weapon level? Big clock.
This soul-locking clock was really given to Mo Yunting this time.
In the distance, Ning Daoran was hiding in the wind and snow, motionless.
He had no intention of saving Mo Yunting. He didn't care about Mo Yunting's life or death at all. What's more, the scene where Mo Yunting led all his disciples to besiege the sword-making shop not long ago was still vivid in his mind. Ning Daoran was not a bad person. Clearly distinguished.
"Brother~~~~"
Mo Shaoting's eyes were open and bleeding, and he tried desperately to rescue him, but was unable to do so.
At this time, he had sensed that Mo Yunting's life breath was rapidly passing away.
"Buzz buzz~~"
The soul-locking clock kept trembling, and the texture on the surface of the big clock was quickly soaked with blood. Suddenly, the big clock actually showed a bit of joy, as if it was enjoying the flesh and blood essence of this great monk in the middle stage of the golden elixir!
For a moment, Mo Yunting's breath died.
"Get up!"
The soul-devouring old devil raised his hand with all his might, and the soul-locking bell rose into the air. What remained in place was a mummy wearing the attire of the leader of the Divine Weapon Sect.
Mo Yunting had been completely drained of his essence and turned into a corpse.
In the middle stage of Jindan, a great monk and master craftsman who was famous in the whole state ended up with this end, which is very touching.
"Sect Master!"
A group of Shenbing Sect disciples looked sad and angry.
"Hahahaha~~~"
The soul-eating old demon held the soul-locking clock in his hand. He felt that the soul-locking clock had refined souls and refined blood, and its magic power was better than before. He couldn't help but feel happy. He looked at Mo Shaoting with a pair of bloody eyes and said, "Now, It's your turn...
Speaking of which, your Divine Weapon Sect is really disappointing. Such a large sect is only guarded by two idiots like you. Tsk tsk, how can such strength be worthy of owning Red Leaf Valley? I didn’t know how to let it go earlier. I really don’t know how to live or die! ”
"The soul-eating old devil..."
Mo Shaoting's eyes were bleeding: "You old bastard, you old beast, how could a beast like you appear in our world of human immortality..."
"Oh?"
The soul-devouring old demon showed disdain: "Is it your first day to practice in the immortal world?"
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However, at this moment, the power of the formation suddenly fluctuated strongly deep in the earth, and a formation suddenly rose up! Immediately afterwards, a figure suddenly appeared behind the Soul-Eating Old Demon and hit him in the back of the head with a fierce shot!
"Not good..."
The soul-eating old demon was slightly shocked: "Are there any masters?"
(End of chapter)