After these two people died, the temperature in the entire cave suddenly dropped sharply.
Deep in the cave, a male and female voice suddenly came from overlapping voices: "You dare to kill me, the protector of the Holy Fire Sect, and you will be punished with death! You will be punished with death!"
The voice roared hysterically for a while, and in the next moment, thunder emerged in the entire cave, and countless thunderbolts as thick as the mouth of a bowl flooded everyone.
Seeing this, a group of women immediately changed their expressions: "With such a powerful thunder, is he really a tribulation monk?"
"It's just a mere illusion! Break it for me!"
Feng Wuchen has entered the realm of sword heart. With the heart and sword united, he doesn't need to look at people with his naked eyes, but can be more keenly aware of the strangeness in front of him.
Hearing an angry roar, the illusory Dao Yuan flashed between his eyebrows for a while, and all the thunder around him collapsed under the light of the sword.
Seeing this scene, the girls behind him were stunned, and some of them kept rubbing their eyes.
"Such a powerful thunder was chopped into pieces by his sword. Oh my god...how strong is he!"
How did they know? Feng Wuchen's ability to crush those thunderbolts with one sword was not due to how strong he was, but because what just appeared in front of them was just an illusion.
The illusion can be deeply rooted in people's hearts, and even the coercion can be imitated vividly, but it is no wonder that they have no doubts.
And this also strengthened Feng Wuchen's judgment.
The so-called Holy Lord is not a real power, but an evil magic. Although it can create countless strong men, it cannot perfectly control that power.
Every time Feng Wuchen takes a step, the illusion around him will change.
Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, deep and fiery waters...
Sometimes it is the gods and Buddhas, and sometimes it is thousands of evil ghosts.
With each change, an ordinary person would have been frightened and run away.
But Feng Wuchen has entered the realm of sword immortals, and has cultivated a sword with no regrets. Every time he swings the sword, it can cut into pieces of illusion, and the sword's heart will become stronger.
"Hahaha……"
swing a sword
By the end, Feng Wuchen couldn't help laughing.
"You...you can still laugh even when you are about to die?"
Feng Wuchen remained unfazed, holding a long sword and approaching the deepest part of the cave step by step.
"Why don't I smile? Every time I smash a falsehood, my sword heart becomes firmer! Thanks to you, my sword heart has reached the ultimate state of swordsmanship! Hahaha..."
However, the Holy Lord of the Holy Fire Cult did not expect that he had set up so many illusions. Not only did he not scare away Feng Wuchen, but it actually made his sword heart clearer, and he was immediately furious.
"Wow! My child... how dare you play with me! How dare you play with me!"
The voice became more and more angry, and in the end, deep in the cave, a mass of black air suddenly appeared, turning into a black shadow, getting bigger and bigger...
"My child... I have not yet accomplished my magic, and there is still a wall between me and the realm of ascension. Why do you want to ruin my good deeds at this critical moment? Why! Ah! Today, even if I have tried so hard to make all my previous efforts in vain, I will kill you here!"
The coercion came, like a flash flood, and the strong wind pushed Feng Wuchen and the women to the entrance of the cave in an instant.
"Such coercion...is it also an illusion?"
"No...no! He is a real monk who has transcended the tribulation period. He has not taken action before, and he was just in seclusion to seek opportunities for ascension..."
"Ascend to the upper realm! Is he actually such a master? Now that he has been made angry, we are probably..."
"..."
At that moment, even Feng Wuchen felt a little shaken in his heart.
After all, that kind of destructive pressure cannot be faked!
But as soon as this thought arose, he extinguished it in an instant!
So what if the opponent is really an almost ascended master?
What he cultivated was the sword of no regrets!
The moment the sword came out, the retreat was already cut off!
Thinking of this, all the worries in his heart were thrown away, and only a kind of heroic spirit that could kill all ghosts and gods rose to the sky.
"Don't say that you are in the period of transcending tribulation. Even if a heavenly being descends to earth today, I will still kill you!"
After saying that, he stared at the strong wind in front of him and rushed forward.
"Bastard! You are seeking death!"
"I want to see who is seeking death!"
"You're not afraid? Why aren't you afraid?"
However, seeing Feng Wuchen's desperate posture, the being not only did not take action against him, but there was a hint of panic in his voice.
"You...you don't want your life? You madman! Madman!"
At this time, on the third floor of Longyuan, the voice of the Nine Nether Sword Demon suddenly came: "Leave it alive, I have something to ask him."
"good!"
Jiuyou Sword Demon's words could not help but give Feng Wuchen some reassurance. He immediately said hello and rushed forward with his sword in hand.
"Whoosh!"
The sword light slashed down, and the black shadow suddenly shrank.
Among them, there was also a scream: "Oh my god... someone killed someone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black shadow turned into black light again, and he turned around and ran away without saying a word.
"Where to go!"
With a thought in his mind, Feng Wuchen spread the sword area and saw him taking a step forward. The next moment, the tip of the Burning Sun sword was already touching the black light.
"Don't... don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Sensing the black light with his true spirit, Feng Wuchen raised his eyebrows: "You are already on the verge of death, why are you playing tricks on me? Isn't this your real body?"
After saying that, Feng Wuchen turned his head, raised his sword suddenly, and struck somewhere.
The sword light passed by, and the space actually split open.
.
Seeing this, the black mang became even more nervous.
"What are you going to do? Stop... stop... I'll let everyone else go, okay? Let me go!"
"Please, Grandpa...ancestor! Don't kill them all! I will give you whatever you want, let me go, I will let you be the Holy Master..."
"..."
"Shut up!"
Feng Wuchen was annoyed by the nagging and shouted angrily, then pointed his sword at the black gas.
"Go ahead!"
Although Hei Qi was reluctant, he had no choice but to do as he was forced by Feng Wuchen's power.
I saw that after the end of the cave, there was actually a large space, which was rich in spiritual energy and filled with an almost liquefied extremely yin energy. It must have been generated by the gathering of Yuan yin from the women in the outside world.
In that space, thousands of white lines intertwined, and finally converged in one place. In the center, there was actually a thick golden ancient book.
"Is that your true body?"
Feng Wuchen was confused when suddenly, the voice of Jiuyou Sword Demon came again.
"The Heavenly Book of Ten Thousand Demons, it is indeed him..."
"Book of Ten Thousand Demons? What is that?"
"You put this heavenly book into Longyuan first, and I will explain it to you slowly!"
Having said that, Feng Wuchen hesitated: "But this heavenly book connects so many people in the outside world. If I put it into Longyuan, they..."
"Haha... so many women's Yuan Yin will be of great benefit to your practice of demon-controlling swordsmanship. Don't you want it?"
Feng Wuchen shook his head: "My sword only kills those who deserve to be killed! Is there a way to return these Yuanyin back to the original path?"
Jiuyou Sword Demon was silent for a moment and said: "Okay! I will teach you a technique that can save their lives!"
"good!"
Chapter completed!