"The direction is right, but it's a little troublesome!" Mu Renxing frowned.

"What trouble?"

"Thousands of feet deep, purple light flashed. The treasure should be there, but it is guarded by countless ghosts. At this time, hundreds of monks are besieging it!"

When Su Yizhao heard this, his eyes lit up slightly.

In every mine, there are ghosts.

Yinhun is good at soul attacks and cannot be defended against.

The powerful ghost can disperse the soul of a monk in an instant, turning him into a madman at worst, or dying on the spot at worst.

To defend against soul attacks, one must have special mysterious weapons or techniques. It is even more difficult to kill the ghosts, as the flying sword spell is not very effective.

"These monks can resist, which means that the level of the ghosts is not high. Let's go!" Liu Qinwu looked happy and took the lead to rush forward.

Along the way, I met more than ten monks.

Some were like madmen, some were like dementia, but without exception, they were all killed by Liu Qinwu and the others.

Although the three women were angry, they were helpless.

The other three people seemed to have adapted, and there was a look of eagerness in their eyes.

Su Yizhao thought to himself: "This task will be taken over by gold medal law enforcement disciple Su Yizhao!"

After lighting the incense, everyone heard the sound of fighting.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the smell of blood gradually became stronger.

When everyone felt chill to the bones, their eyes were empty, and a wide space appeared in front of them.

There is a ball of purple light floating in the center of the space.

The purple light flashed faintly, as if it was blocked by something.

Groups of silver-gray mist-like objects surrounded the purple light, and more mist-like objects were flying throughout the space.

The ground was covered with corpses of monks.

More than twenty monks were using flying swords and spells to fight fiercely with the mist-like objects.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Huh! Huh!"

"Beep!"

Su Yizhao looked intently, and saw flying swords, fireballs, and ice spikes flying in all directions. His eyes were filled with cold light, hot and cold, cold wind and blood.

"Several fellow Taoists, the treasure is right in front of us. Let's work together to kill the ghost. How about everyone sharing the treasure?" A tough monk took the time to shout to them.

Liu Qinwu and the others observed carefully, and after a moment they said to themselves: "Sure enough, it is at most a ghost at the level of the Four Mysteries Realm!"

Mu Renxing raised his head and said, "No matter what, we won't do anything until you are dead!"

The tough monk was so angry that he almost spurted blood. Before he could reply, he suddenly felt something bad and immediately ran away.

At this time, the purple light bloomed in the air instantly, and as if feeling threatened, the mist-like ghosts adsorbed around the purple light exploded.

Thousands of ghosts shot towards everyone, and among the purple light was a small purple ball.

Even though they were ten feet apart, Su Yizhao felt that his soul was at ease.

This little ball must be related to the soul!

There was joy in his eyes, and he took a step forward to block Li Xiuyue behind him.

The expressions of Liu Qinwu and the three others changed slightly, and they all launched their flying swords.

"Woooo...!"

The ghost seemed to be calling out, and the gloomy screams rushed into the ears and pierced the soul.

"escape!"

"Escape quickly!"

The more than twenty monks who were fighting fiercely in the air saw that something was wrong and fled towards various mine tunnels.

The ghosts did not pursue them, and all of them attacked the ten people.

With a thought in his mind, Su Yizhao pressed his fingers with his right hand, and a white light shot out instantly.

"Kill with all your strength, everyone will accept their destiny! Sacrifice!"

Liu Qinwu shouted and flew his sword instantly.

Others also launched flying swords one after another, and suddenly, cold light burst out.

Groups of fist-sized ghosts shot out like a rainstorm.

The cold light passed through the ghosts, only to stop them for a moment.

The punctured wounds on the mist-like body instantly returned to their original state.

"Woooo...!"

As if commanded by someone, when they were five feet away from everyone, all the ghosts screamed instantly.

When the voice came, everyone was shocked, their minds were buzzing, and their eyes were instantly filled with chaos.

Su Yizhao hurriedly kneaded his fingers with both hands.

The flying sword pierced into the middle of the ghost with a "whoosh" sound, twisting rapidly.

At the same time, an ice shield formed in an instant and protected him in front of him.

Most of this wave of attacks were directed at Liu Qinwu and the others.

But the three of them were not affected. Their movements were extremely fast and the flying swords were extremely sharp. They cut a ghost into pieces in an instant.

The other three people suddenly trembled, grunted, and two lines of blood flowed from their ears. They were obviously slightly injured.

The three girls, Li Xiuyue, stood behind Su Yizhao. Their faces were pale, with blood stains on their mouths and noses. The three girls took out a pill at the same time and swallowed it in their mouths, their faces turning red again.

Soul attacks are the most difficult to defend against.

But it is even more rare for the three women to have the elixir to restore and heal their soul injuries.

Su Yizhao looked at the overwhelming ghosts rushing towards him, took a deep breath, circulated his profound energy, and swung his left and right hands forward with force.

The flying sword flashed so fast that it cut up and down a hundred times in the blink of an eye. Forty or fifty ghosts were instantly cut into pieces and fell down.

But more ghosts rushed over the sword light.

"Puff puff......."

There was a sharp sound, and a strong force came from the ice shield.

His body trembled, but he didn't take a step back and stayed firmly in place.

He knew that the most dangerous time had arrived.

After the ghost hit the ice shield, he instantly flew up again, bypassed the ice shield, and rushed toward his head.

He squeezed his right hand quickly, and the flying sword kept flashing in front of his face.

One by one, the ghosts turned into pieces and fell one after another.

Sometimes the flying sword is close to the face, sometimes across the forehead, not daring to miss any one.

The ghost invades the mind, and it is difficult for gods to save it.

In the center of the space, the spherical treasure is like a purple sun, emitting a dazzling purple light.

"Thunder and Flying Sword Technique! Sacrifice!"

"Flying Wind Sword Technique! Sacrifice!"

"Liu's Flying Sword Technique! Sacrifice!"

Suddenly, three voices sounded, and the entire space shook like a riot.

Su Yizhao's face condensed and he whispered: "Flying Sword Technique?"

Those in the Four Profound Realms can practice the fourth-grade Flying Sword Technique, which is at least three times more powerful than the third-grade Sword Control Technique.

It's just that the Flying Sword Technique is precious, and even with his status as a gold-medal law enforcement officer, he can't practice it for free.

The titled Flying Sword Art is even more valuable. In Xuanqi Sect, no matter how many Xuan stones there are, you can't buy the titled Flying Sword Art because there is none.

At this time, he once again felt that the messenger from the main sect had too much power behind him.

Following the voices of the three people, the flying swords in the space were like violent wind and thunder.

"Boom boom...!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!"

Pieces of ghosts were cut into pieces.

In the eyes of everyone, the purple light became more intense.

Liu Qinwu and the other three showed great power, and Su Yizhao felt at ease.

What surprised him even more was that after watching the three people's performances, he found that the power of Dzogchen's Sword Control Technique was definitely not much different.

But he is used to keeping a low profile, so he will naturally not reveal his strength at this time.

So he just pretended to be struggling, driving the flying sword to protect Li Xiuyue behind him.

"Haha, fellow Taoists, have you gained some knowledge? This is the strength of the Four Mysterious Realm monks!"

"Fellow Taoist Xiu Yue, your fellow Taoist here is naturally a genius, but compared to us, he is really nothing. In terms of talent, strength, and background, why don't you leave him behind in countless ways?"

"Fellow Daoist Xiu Yue, let's eliminate the previous grudges. How about Mu getting to know you again?"

The three of them looked at the gradually thinning ghosts and began to boast.

However, it is indeed worth boasting about.

The three geniuses who entered the main sect without taking the exam were filled with envy and admiration, and they all nodded in agreement.

Before Li Xiuyue could reply, Liu Qinwu said again: "Su Yizhao, Xiuyue is not worthy of you. How about I give you some black stones and cancel the engagement myself?"

"If you don't understand, hum!" Mu Renxing added.
Chapter completed!