A black sharp claw stretched out from in front of Ming Shuang out of thin air and grabbed Feng Wuhen's Qinghong Dao Sword with lightning speed.
Feng Wuhen’s pupils shrank and quickly retreated.
The next moment, a black vortex emerged out of thin air, and the figures behind the black claws shuttled out of the black vortex, one, two,..., in the blink of an eye, seven black figures flashed out of the black vortex. Jump out.
These black figures are wearing black robes, their faces are hidden in the shadow of hoods, and they are surrounded by rich dark energy. They are like messengers from the abyss of the netherworld. Their appearance makes the entire space tremble. An extremely oppressive and terrifying atmosphere filled the air.
“Domain Master!”
Ming Shuang looked at the leader excitedly and greeted him respectfully.
"Waste! How can he be forced into a desperate situation so easily." The leading shadow, who Ming Shuang called the Territory Lord, glanced at Ming Shuang coldly, with an evil look on his face.
He slowly raised his hand, and a pair of black claws looked particularly ferocious in the dim light. As he lifted up his black robe, he revealed a terrifying face, which was a fusion of ghosts and ghosts. The unique face with mixed race characteristics is neither purely eerie nor terrifying, but a perfect interweaving of the two extreme characteristics. One of the two pupils is a deep blue, shining coldly like the cold stars in the endless night sky; the other is red. Like fire, it seems to be able to penetrate the deepest fears and desires of people's hearts, burning with endless anger and ambition.
In the center of the forehead, there is a slender black line, extending upward from the center of the eyebrow until it is hidden in the shadow of the hood. It is the unique blood mark of the Netherworld Ghost Clan, symbolizing his love for the power of the Netherworld. Absolutely in control, his face is covered with horrific scars, his lips are pressed into a straight line, exuding a cold aura.
The most eye-catching thing is the sharp fangs extending from both sides of his chin, flashing with cold light. They are the symbol of the bloodline of the king of ghosts. They are also his terrifying weapons for biting enemies and sucking out vitality in battle. The skin is red, with black dark lines faintly flowing under the skin, like a river of netherworld flowing on the surface of the skin, adding a bit of mystery and weirdness.
The body under the black robe is also fully exposed. The muscle lines are smooth and full of explosive power, containing explosive power. His figure is tall and straight, nearly ten feet tall like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a powerful aura at the Taoist level.
As the leader appeared, the remaining six black shadows also revealed their figures. Although they were not as majestic as the Territory Lord, they all exuded the aura of the Fusion Realm that should not be underestimated.
"Who are you?" Feng Wuhen held the Qinghong Dao Sword and stared at the opponent with a pair of sword eyes.
"Today I will make it clear that the ninth domain of Demonic Abyss - Domain Master, the Emperor of the Netherworld Ghost Clan - Luo Yan." Domain Master Luo Yan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, full of contempt for Feng Wuhen, His eyes were as if he were looking at a dead person.
Before he finished speaking, a pair of black claws suddenly swung down, bringing up a howling wind, which flew away without a trace.
"Ding, ding..." The sound of violent impact was heard endlessly, the Qinghong Dao Sword's flames splashed out, and the collision with the black claws caused ripples visible to the naked eye, and the horrific aftermath distorted the surrounding space.
The sword light of the Qinghong Sword in Feng Wuhen's hand was like weaving, turning into layers of sword curtains, neutralizing Luo Yan's swift and violent blows one by one.
"Huh, that's interesting." Luo Yan snorted coldly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that a sword cultivator who had just advanced to the Dao realm could make such a precise counterattack in such a short period of time. This strength indeed exceeded his expectations.
However, Luo Yan is the emperor of the Netherworld Ghost Clan after all. His strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people. His figure swayed and appeared on Feng Wuhen's flank like a ghost. Another black claw He quietly reached out and took the vital part of the opponent's chest.
Feng Wuhen's thoughts were racing, and he retreated sharply. At the same time, the Qinghong Taoist Sword drew a perfect arc in the air, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Luo Yan's throat.
Luo Yan seemed to have anticipated his counterattack, and he flashed again, easily dodging the blow.
“The speed is good, but the strength is far from enough.”
Luo Yan sneered, his figure rose up, and a pair of black claws that were comparable to Taoist weapons were like a violent storm. The marks are gone.
Feng Wuhen looked solemn, knowing that facing such a strong man, any laxity would be fatal. Spiritual power surged throughout his body, and the Qinghong Dao Sword seemed to come alive in his hands, and the sword glowed like a dragon. , accompanied by thunderous momentum.
"Xuantian Sword Formation, Yu!" Feng Wuhen shouted lowly, and the spiritual power in his body boiled instantly, turning into countless sword energy, and instantly condensed into the Xuantian Sword Formation.
I saw that with Feng Wuhen as the center, the surrounding air seemed to be pulled by invisible forces, gradually condensing into sharp sword energy, quickly intertwined and rotated in the air, and finally formed a complex and huge sword array. The sword array Within, the sword light flashed, and thousands of sword energies enveloped the entire space.
"Kakaka..." The sharp sword energy collided fiercely with the two ghost claws, and a deafening cracking sound broke out. In the surrounding space, the seal formation could not withstand the impact of such power. , shaking violently.
Seeing this, Luo Yan smiled instead of being angry, and a deeper smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Go on, kid, and use more strength. With your help, this evil seal formation will be broken soon."
Luo Yan looked at Feng Wu with a joking look on his face. Mark, gestured.
Before he finished speaking, an unprecedented terrifying aura erupted from his body. It was the ultimate expression of the power of the netherworld. The entire space was pulled by this force and began to twist and deform.
I saw that Luo Yan's figure suddenly stretched out, his black robe bulged, and the dark energy surrounding him became more and more intense. It condensed into a black shield around him like a substance, blocking those who were close to him. The sword energy bounced away one by one.
"Netherworld Realm, open!" Luo Yan roared, and suddenly pulled his hands to both sides. Suddenly, a brand new Netherworld full of death and despair slowly unfolded behind him. In an instant, the dark wind Howling, ghostly shadows, as if the wails and roars of countless ghostly creatures converged into a sea and spread out in all directions, launching a fierce attack on Feng Wuhen with the force of thunder.
After listening to Luo Yan's words, Feng Wuhen looked at the formation he had set up. He didn't know yet. He was preparing to use all his firepower to fight him here. With the help of the two Tao Lords' The aftermath of the war destroyed the restrictions of the Jiyin Seal Formation.
Feng Wuhen felt a shiver in his heart, realizing that he was involved in a terrible situation. If Luo Yan really allowed Luo Yan to destroy the Jiyin seal formation, the consequences would be disastrous. The seal of the passage between the two realms would be opened, and the demon Abyss invades, and the world will plunge into endless darkness.
For a moment, Feng Wuhen became restrained and turned into wisps of breeze, constantly avoiding Luo Yan's surging offensive.
However, even though Feng Wuhen transformed into wind and was extremely flexible, in Luo Yan's Netherworld realm, his movements were greatly restricted, and every time he dodged, it was like dancing on the tip of a knife. , a little carelessness may lead to catastrophe.
"Haha, run away, let's see how long you can escape!"
Luo Yan laughed happily, with a pair of strange eyes showing cold killing intent, enjoying this kind of defeating his opponent very much Playing with the feeling in the palm of his hand, the offensive became more and more fierce.
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Li Mu, who was hiding in the dark, witnessed this scene and saw the appearance of the Netherworld Taoist Lord and the scene of Feng Wuhen falling into the disadvantage. He was secretly relieved. Fortunately, he did not show up in a hurry, otherwise, he would still be here. It’s really hard to help Fengjian Master solve this problem.
With a thought, Li Mu took out the nine-sided array cards from the Tianxuan Ring and quietly released them, covering the entire edge of the underground space. These nine-sided array cards were high-level teleportation arrays. Each side of the core component of the device contains complex spatial spiritual patterns, which can instantly construct a space passage spanning thousands of miles.
"Wind Sword Master, hold on, I will help you get out of trouble!" Li Mu conveyed his spiritual thoughts.
Before he finished speaking, Li Mu quickly formed seals with his hands, pouring all the power of chaos into the array cards. With his low voice, the nine array cards lit up with dazzling light at the same time, and the lights intertwined. , a huge space vortex quickly formed on the edge of the battlefield, as if it was a portal to the unknown world. "Who!"
"Damn it!"
"You bastard, there's still a mouse hidden!"
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The seven people watching the battle between the two Tao Lords, the fused demon cultivators who were on guard around them were furious. He cursed, helpless, Li Mu's movements were too subtle and too fast. Before they could cast a spell to stop them, with a "swish", all the monks were swallowed up by the sudden space vortex, leaving only the stunned and angry ones. The roar echoed in the twisted space.
Luo Yan's face was as gloomy as water. He never expected that at this critical moment, someone would dare to interfere with his plan.
"A mere ant! How dare you obstruct this important event!" Luo Yan roared angrily, stretching out his hands, as if he was going to use the Netherworld Realm to tear the space vortex into pieces, but what surprised him was that the space vortex was extremely stable. Not only was it not destroyed, but it shrank rapidly, affecting the Netherworld Realm, preparing to teleport him away as well.
“Let go!” Feng Wuhen’s eyes lit up and he struck out with his sword in hatred.
Feng Wuhen's sword condensed all his will. The sword's light was like a dragon, cutting through the sky and going straight to Luo Yan's vitals. If he could be severely damaged at this moment, he might be able to save some of the situation.
Luo Yan snorted coldly and was forced to focus on Feng Wuhen, waving his claws to resist.
With a sound of "Whoosh!", the two Taoist masters Luo Yan and Feng Wuhen disappeared together in the core area of the Jiyin Formation as the time and space vortex converged.
Li Mu saw Luo Yan and Feng Wuhen being swallowed by the space vortex. Although he breathed a sigh of relief, his brows were furrowed. The problem was only temporarily solved, and the real challenge was yet to come.
This time, the Jiyin Formation suffered heavy damage. If it is not repaired in time, the consequences will be disastrous.
Li Mu's figure flashed and quickly came to the destroyed seal formation. Looking at the fragmented formation patterns and the large amount of sinister power leaking around him, he couldn't help but feel a headache.
Li Mu thought of something. He flashed and came to the hidden spiritual field. Looking at the high-level spiritual plants scattered on the ground and the messy Demonic Abyss, he felt so heartbroken that he almost couldn't breathe.
Thousands of acres of spiritual fields were filled with fifth-, sixth-, and seventh-level spiritual plants. They fell down in large areas, and the branches and leaves were wilted. Li Mu was heartbroken when he saw them.
Fortunately, Li Mu glanced over them one after another, using his innate supernatural power to identify all spirits to confirm their status one by one, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
[Yin evil spirit grass]
[Grade: fifth-level spiritual plant]
[Characteristics: Yin evil winding, soul-eroding power, purifying soul element, erosion Vitality, strengthen the ghost. 】
[Status: Devastated by violence, root system collapsed, spirituality damaged]
[Yin evil spirit grass, a fifth-level spiritual plant, medicinal age: 367 years, grows in the place where Yin evil energy gathers, and is born by absorbing endless Yin evil energy. Its leaves are as black as night, and the green power of Yin evil flows in the veins of the leaves. This grass can not only erode the vitality of living things, but also strengthen the power of Yin souls. It is a precious material for refining Yin attribute magic weapons and enhancing the strength of ghost monks. 】
[Nine Yin Spiritual Lotus]
[Grade: Sixth-level spiritual plant]
[Characteristics: Evil energy condenses into shape, improves spiritual roots, shadow follows heartbeat, condenses Soul, strengthen the mind and enlighten the mind. 】
[Status: The root system is stimulated and the spirituality is damaged. 】
[Nine Yin Spiritual Lotus, a sixth-level spiritual plant, medicinal age: 366 years, blooms in extremely yin places, the lotus petals are as white as jade, contains powerful extremely yin power, and is surrounded by a faint evil spirit. The most peculiar thing about this lotus is that it can condense evil spirits to form a solid shadow. The nine evil spirits can attack the enemy at will and even devour its soul. The formation of the nine evil spirits is the day when it matures. This thing is to enhance the soul and cultivate the soul. The ultimate spiritual thing. 】
[Ghost Ghost Vine]
[Grade: Sixth-Level Spiritual Plant]
[Characteristics: Ghost entanglement, ghost vine spreading, restraining the soul and refining the soul, everything invade. 】
[Status: Suffering violence and spiritual depression]
[Ghost Ghost Vine, a sixth-level spiritual plant, medicinal age: 366 years. Its vine is thick and twisted, and its surface is covered with densely packed tiny eyes. These eyes are actually transformed by the ghosts it imprisoned. Wherever the ghost vine spreads, everything is invaded by its ghostly power, and all vitality is lost. This vine can not only restrain the soul and refine the soul, but also enhance the user's ghost cultivation. It is the best spiritual plant for refining ghost-controlling weapons. 】
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As far as the eye can see, the attributes of various spiritual plants are clearly presented in front of Li Mu. They are not in good condition. Fortunately, they are protected by protective formations and are not completely intact. Die Jue.
"There is still hope, there is still hope!" Li Mu cheered happily, letting go of his spiritual thoughts, as if countless hands were simultaneously uprighting the spiritual plants and planting them back into their original positions.
Then, Li Mulian used the spirit planter's technique, turning it into little green lights, which gently fell on each damaged spiritual plant. This was the wood he had mastered as a top spiritual planter. Tie magic method - "vital resurgence".
As the green light covered it, the originally languid Yinsha Lingcao seemed to feel the call of life. The dark leaves gradually regained some luster, and the broken roots slowly squirmed, seeming to be looking for soil to take root again. Under Li Mu's guidance, the evil spirits surrounding the Nine Yin Spiritual Lotus began to slowly condense and take shape. Although it was not as sharp as before, it was enough to prove its tenacity.
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After a while, a dense spiritual rain fell "crash, clatter". The raindrops were crystal clear and contained rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth. They fell slowly and slowly on the soul. On the field, every drop falls precisely on the roots or leaves of spiritual plants that need nourishment.
Under the baptism of this spiritual rain, the spiritual plants in thousands of acres of spiritual fields seemed to be activated, exuding vitality.
After being rescued in this hidden spiritual field, Li Mu re-deployed a powerful protective formation, and then his figure flashed and quickly disappeared from the place. Next, he must find ways to block the damage to the extremely Yin seal formation. of prohibition. (End of chapter)