As time passed by, the God Transformation Sword Cultivator's breathing gradually became steady, and his face slowly regained some color. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Li Mu who was guarding him.
"Li...Elder Li?" He shouted weakly, a trace of surprise and gratitude flashed in his eyes.
"It's okay, you can report to the sect! I will support the Wind Sword Master!"
Li Mu looked at the Divine Sword Cultivator and signaled him to rest peacefully.
Before he finished speaking, Li Mu swayed and disappeared from the place like a ghost, leaving only a trace of reverberation, indicating his extraordinary strength and urgent mood at this moment.
Watching Li Mu's disappearing trace, the Divine Sword Cultivator's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was secretly amazed in his heart. Elder Li's unfathomable power disappeared within the scope of his consciousness in the blink of an eye.
My escape skills are not weak in the sect, but compared with Elder Li in front of me, they are like the light of fireflies and the brightness of the bright moon, which is incomparable. His movement at that moment, Not only is his speed astonishing, but it is also a manifestation of the ultimate state of control over the principles of heaven and earth. He exists within the sealing formation and ignores all restrictions. The formation is used by him, and he can do whatever he wants without any restraint.
At this moment, Li Mu appeared in the core area of the Jiyin seal formation, released his concealment, and locked his spiritual consciousness on one of the leaders of the group of black-clothed monks. This man was wearing a black robe and a ghost face. Exuding the aura of the peak of integration, his eyes are shining with green light. He is the host of the seal-breaking formation. His hands are constantly changing complex magic formulas, driving the magic formation to volatilize a large amount of demonic energy and stir up the evil energy, and then Destroy the seal formation.
Wind Sword Master has already discovered this group of demon cultivators. Their figures are like the breeze in the forest, light and elusive. Even those demon cultivators who are extremely vigilant are unable to detect his presence.
As the distance continued to shorten, the Wind Sword Master finally found the best time to take action. The sword intent in his body was concentrated to the extreme at this moment, turning into a wisp of breeze and rushing straight towards the black-robed commander- Ming Shuang left.
The black-robed commander was engrossed in destroying the seal formation and was unaware of the coming crisis. He didn't react suddenly until the tip of the Wind Sword Master's sword was close at hand, but it was too late.
Wind Sword Master's sword skills are exquisite. A bit of cold light appeared out of thin air, perfectly avoiding the induction of all the demon cultivators, and the sword tip went straight to the vital part of the leader's head.
"Broken!" With a low cry, the sword of the Wind Sword Master cut through the sky like lightning, instantly penetrating the chest of the black-robed commander and piercing his heart.
"Chacha! You came just in time!"
The moment the black-robed commander-Ming Shuang was penetrated by the sword light, he let out a strange sneer, and his figure suddenly It became blurry and disappeared in place like a phantom.
"When!"
The Wind Sword Master was shocked, and immediately realized that he had fallen into the opponent's domain. Looking around, he saw the evil energy rolling around, and his sight was blocked, making it difficult to catch the black-robed commander-Ming. Where Shuang's true body was, the evil force and the strange demonic energy intertwined with each other, forming invisible walls, trapping him in this space.
The Wind Sword Master waved the Qinghong Dao Sword in his hand, and the boundless sword domain unfolded. The cultivation of the Fusion Realm was fully activated, and the sword domain unfolded. The Tao Tao sword intention surged like a river, and the surrounding Yin evil spirits The Qi and the demonic Qi competed, trying to tear apart the space that bound him.
The Qinghong Dao Sword releases sword rays, accompanied by the fierce sword wind, cutting through the surrounding demonic energy and evil spirits, making bursts of roars.
With a thought in his mind, the figure of the Wind Sword Master suddenly became illusory, as if he was integrated with the sword intention in the sword domain. His own sword intention merged with the natural way between heaven and earth, and turned into the wind. , turned into light, everywhere, everywhere, the sword light spreads, killing intent shines in the sky.
Just when Feng Sword Master was seeking a breakthrough with the Wushang Sword Domain, the voice of the black-robed leader Ming Shuang suddenly sounded from all directions, saying solemnly: "Xuan Tian Sword Sect Feng Wuhen is indeed well-deserved, but today, you Destined to be a stepping stone for the revival of my Netherworld Ghost Clan."
Before he finished speaking, the originally chaotic and tumbling Yin evil energy and demonic energy began to arrange and combine in an orderly manner, as if being pulled by invisible forces, and gradually gathered together. It forms a huge magic circle composed of the spirit of the netherworld - the ghost realm of the netherworld.
Under the blessing of endless evil energy, the scene in the ghost realm becomes more and more eerie and terrifying, the space is distorted, all the light is swallowed up, leaving only the chaos of green and pitch black.
In the ghost realm, bursts of black ghost wind collided violently with the green wind transformed by the wind sword master, intertwining and fighting together.
The black-robed commander-Ming Shuang's figure condensed in the center of the ghost realm. He reached out and took off the ghost mask, revealing a pale and monster face. The green eyes revealed that he The true identity of the Netherworld Ghost Tribe, the eighteen black-clothed monks beside him also revealed their true identities. They all had ferocious faces and ghostly figures, and all exuded the cultivation of the peak of the Void Refining. They each occupied a corner of the magic circle. They work together to maintain the ghost realm and try to strangle it.
Feng Wuhen was in the midst of it and felt unprecedented pressure.
"You, the Netherworld Ghost Clan, how did you enter this realm?" Feng Wuhen's frightened and angry voice echoed in the Ghost Demonic Domain, carrying an unbelievable shock.
The Netherworld Ghost Tribe is an ancient race deep in the Demonic Abyss. It has been isolated from the Demonic Abyss for a long time by a powerful sealing formation to prevent it from causing harm to the world.
However, today's scene obviously means that the power of the sealing formation has been greatly weakened, and there are even unknown passages and gaps, allowing these evil groups who should have been imprisoned forever to penetrate into this world.
The damage to the sealing formation of the two realms is by no means as simple as it seems now. There must be other forces secretly manipulating it behind the scenes in an attempt to subvert the balance between the two realms and pave the way for the Demonic Abyss forces to invade this realm.
Feng Wuhen's eyes were as bright as a torch as he scanned the ferocious ghost faces around him, with a murderous intent in his heart.
"Hmph, Feng Wuhen, you don't need to know too much. Today is your death day and the beginning of Xuantian Sword Sect's downfall!" Ming Shuang, the black-robed commander, sneered, formed a seal with his hands, and Guixi The netherworld energy within the legal domain evolved into murderous intent and flooded towards Feng Wuhen.
"The wind blows through the remaining clouds, and the sword cuts through the sky!" Feng Wuhen groaned, and the sword force suddenly changed. The Qinghong Dao Sword drew a perfect arc in the air. Wherever the sword tip passed, the air seemed to be blown. It tore apart, forming a vacuum belt that swallowed up all the Netherworld Qi.
The black-robed commander-Ming Shuang raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and quickly formed seals with his hands. The ghost energy in the ghost realm seemed to respond to his call, gathering into a huge ghost hand, facing Feng Wu. The sword light marks the mark.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, the sword light and the ghost hand collided fiercely in the air, bursting out with a dazzling light, as if two stars collided, and the entire underground space trembled. The Qinghong Dao Sword in Feng Wuhen's hand was extremely powerful, but the Netherworld Ghost Hand wielded by the black-robed leader Ming Shuang was no ordinary person. The two were evenly matched, and it was difficult to tell the difference in a short period of time.
"Netherworld ghost shadows, thousands of souls devour the heart!" The black-robed leader Ming Shuang roared, the netherworld energy boiling all over his body, thousands of ghost shadows appeared in the ghosts, and they rushed towards Feng Wuhen, Each of these ghost shadows contains powerful ghostly power, enough to make any Void Refining cultivator lose his mind in an instant.
The ghost demon formation led by Ming Shuang, the leader of the black robe, captures the rich Yin evil emitted from the Yin evil land, and its power increases several times, making the entire ghost magic realm seem to have turned into the territory of the Netherworld ghost clan. A dark wind and every ghost shadow contain deadly murderous intent.
"The sword's will takes shape, and the wind and dragon roar to the sky!" Feng Wuhen shouted lowly.
I saw that the Qinghong Dao Sword in Feng Wuhen's hand was slashed out repeatedly, and the green sword light suddenly condensed into green wind dragons composed of pure sword intent, roaring towards the sky. Ghost.
At this moment, Feng Wuhen's whole body had transformed into a sword, merged with the Qinghong Dao Sword, and rushed straight into thousands of ghosts. Wherever the sword light passed, the ghosts disappeared one after another, but more ghosts disappeared. It came like a tidal wave, seemingly endless.
Feng Wuhen relied on his extraordinary swordsmanship and tenacious will to shuttle among the ghost shadows. Every time he swung his sword, he was accompanied by the wail and death of the ghost clan in the netherworld. The legal domain is filled with the aura of evil and killing.
The black-robed commander-Ming Shuang had a stern look on his face, a pair of green vertical pupils with murderous intent, and a cruel smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the prey entering a trap.
“No matter how good your swordsmanship is, in this ghost world dominated by me, any thoughts of killing will only make you sink deeper and deeper, and struggling will be in vain.” Black-robed commander- Ming Shuang sneered in his heart and continued to lead the killing of ghosts, trying to make Feng Wuhen sink into it.
As the black-robed leader Ming Shuang cast spells, the Netherworld energy in the Netherworld Ghost Realm became more and more intense, and the space solidified into substantial darkness, so oppressive that Feng Wuhen could hardly breathe.
At this moment, Feng Wuhen's eyes were scarlet, which were the flames of sword intent and fighting intent that were intertwined to the extreme. Anger filled his heart, and the unstoppable desire to kill was pouring out crazily in all directions along with the sword light of the Qinghong Dao Sword.
However, at this moment of life and death, Feng Wuhen suddenly surged with an unprecedented power in his body. It was the accumulation of countless life and death experiences in his years of practice. At this moment, he seemed to be completely destroyed. Awakening, the sword intention is no longer limited to the external shape and momentum, but penetrates deep into the soul, resonating with the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth.
"The heart of the sword is connected to the spirit, and is invulnerable to all means!" Feng Wuhen shouted loudly, and the sword's intention instantly sublimated, forming an invisible shield, isolating the surrounding evil spirit and the power of the netherworld. Outside, the Qinghong Dao Sword seemed to have gained a new life in his hands, and the sword glow became even brighter. With a thunderous roar, it shattered the approaching ghost figures one by one.
Seeing this, the black-robed commander-Ming Shuang's face suddenly changed. He did not expect that Feng Wuhen could break through in a desperate situation and show such an amazing swordsmanship.
“I want to use this to break through the realm of Dao Lord, it is a wishful thinking!”
The leader of the black robe, Ming Shuang, stared wide-eyed and quickly formed seals with his hands. This time, his movements were more complicated. The energy of the netherworld swirled around him crazily, forming a huge black vortex. The center of the vortex seemed to be connected to another world. , the door was quietly opened.
“Open the Gate of the Netherworld!” As the black-robed leader shouted, the black vortex suddenly exploded, and an even more terrifying power surged out of it, which was the pure energy from the Netherworld Abyss. Evil is enough to make any living being despair.
This power quickly merged with the netherworld energy in the ghost realm, forming a huge netherworld beast. It had a ferocious face, was covered in thick black scales, and its eyes were like burning netherworld. Fire exudes a destructive aura.
“The Nether Destroy the World, swallow him up!” The black-robed leader pointed at Feng Wuhen, and the Nether beast let out a deafening roar, opened its huge mouth, and swooped towards Feng Wuhen. The speed is so fast that it almost exceeds the limitations of space.
Faced with this sudden and terrifying beast, Feng Wuhen did not flinch, but his eyes burned with even more ardent fighting spirit.
"Ji Feng Sword Dao, Dragon Roar Nine Heavens!" Feng Wuhen whispered, the Qinghong Dao Sword seemed to come to life in his hands, the sword body buzzed, and the sound of dragon roars suddenly echoed throughout the ghost realm.
At this moment, Feng Wuhen and the Qinghong Dao Sword merged into one, and the majestic sword intent condensed into substance, turning into a giant green dragon. The dragon was surrounded by the sound of wind and thunder, and its momentum was like a rainbow. He rushed towards the giant beast of the underworld and killed it fiercely.
Two shocking forces collided violently in a small space. The confrontation between the giant cyan dragon and the giant beast of the underworld caused a change in the color of the world. It seemed that the space could not withstand such power, and subtle changes began to appear. crack.
The giant cyan dragon and the Netherworld beast fought thousands of times in an instant. There was a deafening roar, the space shook, and energy overflowed. The power of the dragon's wind and thunder intertwined with the Netherworld fire of the giant beast, forming a A doomsday scene.
Feng Wuhen's sword intention to transform into a dragon not only embodies his lifelong understanding of the way of the sword, but also incorporates the natural power of heaven and earth, making this giant cyan dragon unparalleled in power, and every blow is shocking. The Nether Giant Beast let out bursts of wails. However, as the Nether Giant Beast is a terrifying existence in the Netherworld Abyss, its body is extremely tough. Even the sharp claws and fangs of the giant dragon cannot easily penetrate its thick scales.
The battle has entered a stalemate stage. The contest between Feng Wuhen and the black-robed leader Ming Shuang is no longer just a competition of personal strength, but also a collision of will and belief.
"The sword's heart is clear, the sword's way is the best!" Feng Wuhen shouted, the Qinghong Dao sword's sword glow was strong, and the blue dragon that the sword's intention turned into seemed to have gained some kind of mystery at this moment. With the blessing of power, its body became larger and its momentum became more majestic. It roared and rushed towards the Netherworld beast again. This time, its sharp claws easily tore through the beast's scales and struck directly at its heart.
The giant Nether beast let out a desperate roar, and its huge body began to collapse and disintegrate, turning into countless Nether energy and dissipating in the air.
"How could this be! You...you actually..."
Ming Shuang's voice was trembling, and his eyes were full of disbelief. At this moment, his whole body was shaking violently, like thunder engulfing his body, Looking like a lost dog, he did not expect that Feng Wuhen could break through himself at this moment and successfully enter the realm of Tao Lord.
Feng Wuhen didn't give him a chance to breathe. In a flash, he was in front of Ming Shuang, with the Qinghong Dao Sword pointed directly at his throat. "Tell me, how did you enter this world!"
Ming Shuang smiled miserably, glared at Feng Wuhen, and laughed wildly: "You will never know...because, Xuantian Sword Sect is far away from The real doomsday is not far away, hahaha..."
Feng Wuhen was just about to use his methods to interrogate the other party, but at this moment, the mutated disciple was born. (End of this chapter)