"You two killed the Demon King's son?"

Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun looked at each other, neither of them answered. The demon cultivator who can break into Peach Blossom Peak alone can transform into the fifth realm. The background is certainly not simple.

However, the sudden appearance of so many powerful monsters in Qingping Prefecture is a bit strange.

Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun didn't have the time to think about such a big thing.

The top priority is to survive. A Jindan realm demon cultivator cannot be defeated head-on. Judging from the speed at which the opponent breaks through the formation, he will be able to break in with at most dozens of breaths.

Mo Wanyun raised her head and looked at the sky. For her, the only hope was that her grandfather could deal with the Nascent Soul Realm enemy as soon as possible and return to Qingyun Sect as soon as possible. With the current situation of Qingyun Sect, if there was no Eighth Realm

The monks stepped forward to calm the situation, and the Qingyun Sect may be doomed.

Gu Yusheng took a deep breath. He didn't think as much as Mo Wanyun, and he didn't have as much thought to think about complicated things. He was just thinking about whether there was a chance to kill the enemy in front of him. Although the hope was very small, Gu Yusheng

Yu Sheng wanted to give it a try, but the only thing he could rely on was the sword in his hand and the spiritual gourd in his hand. He still remembered that the spiritual gourd in his hand was useful to the peach demon in the peach blossom forest.

But unfortunately, it has no effect on these monsters that invade Qingyun Sect.

He was very surprised.

Fortunately, after taking a sip of wine, most of the depleted spiritual energy and vitality were restored. The awe-inspiring aura emanating from Mo Wanyun also restored a lot of energy to him.

"I don't know what level that peach demon is."

Gu Yusheng quietly took a look at the fog behind him.

He didn't know the details of that peach demon, but it had been hidden in Qingyun Sect for a long time. Since so many people in Qingyun Sect didn't kill it, it just swallowed up so many monsters.

His essence and demon blood should have restored a lot of strength.

Gu Yusheng did not trust Peach Demon.

But right now, the only chance is to use its power.

Seeing that the formation was about to break, Gu Yusheng gathered his spiritual energy on the wooden sword.

With Gu Yusheng's sword in his hand as the center, the scenery of the peach blossom forest in all directions changes suddenly, just like the rotation of the four seasons, the vicissitudes of the sea, and the changes in every scene.

They all contain different changes in sword intent.

This is the most powerful and skillful Futian Sword Technique that Gu Yusheng can perform:

All kinds of things!

The autumn wind is bleak, and the chilling air comes quietly.

Fenghu, who had just broken through the formation with his sharp claws, stepped into the formation and was stunned by the extremely gorgeous sight of sword energy in front of him.

All grass and trees are swords.

All forests are formations.

The strong wind is the spirit of the sword.

Tsk tsk tsk!

In a moment.

Hundreds of sword energy left bloody traces on Feng Hu's body.

But the other party is a demon cultivator in the seventh realm after all.

After realizing something was wrong, he directly summoned the tiger spirit. With his powerful monster body and control over the wind attribute, Gu Yusheng's sword move was gorgeous and mysterious.

But it cannot cause substantial harm to the opponent.

Even so, the power contained in every vertical and horizontal sword energy still made Feng Hu feel pain and rage.

"I'm here to help you."

At this time, Mo Wanyun used his sword as a pen and painted in the air.

The power of Gu Yusheng's Senluo Wanxiang and the added Confucian and Taoist scenes suddenly increased, forming a temporary trap, causing Feng Hu to be temporarily trapped and hit by sword energy one after another.

"How brave!"

He shouted loudly.

Let out bursts of tiger roars.

In an instant, the strong wind blew up from the tiger's mouth and destroyed the entire peach tree in front!

That move of all things disintegrated in an instant.

Gu Yusheng took a deep breath.

There was a hint of helplessness on his face.

Mo Wanyun also frowned slightly.

The gap in strength is too big.

"Walk."

Gu Yusheng turned around and ran towards the depths of the mist.

The sword strike just now showed him how powerful the demon cultivators in this world really are.

No wonder even Mr. Qin, a man who travels around the world with a sword box on his back, looks gloomy all day long.

The power of the demon clan far exceeded his knowledge.

And he is still in the Soul Condensing Realm. For a practitioner, this kind of cultivation speed is already extremely fast, but after all, he has just touched the threshold of the Hedao Realm. There are also the Guiyi Realm and the Golden Core Realm.

There are two big differences.

The gap in realm is as difficult to bridge as the abyss.

Especially his control over the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is enough to neutralize most of the power of his sword moves.

Still too weak?

Gu Yusheng squeezed his sword tightly.

He has made up his mind that after getting through this disaster, he must calm down and work harder.

"What is this place?"

In the mist, Mo Wanyun frowned, because although she was wrapped in a layer of awe-inspiring aura, she still felt that the surroundings were terrifyingly cold.

There was a clicking sound under her feet, and when she lowered her head, she realized that there were piles of bones beneath her feet.

"The Peach Demon's Lair."

Gu Yusheng reached out and held Mo Wanyun's wrist before pointing upward with his finger.

Mo Wanyun followed Gu Yusheng's hand and looked up. When she saw the countless hanging skeletons above her, she couldn't help but tighten her body and tightly grasped Gu Yusheng's arm.

She glanced at Yu Sheng with some complaints: "I don't want to die in such a ghost place with you, like a hanged man."

Gu Yusheng took out the spiritual gourd and held it in his hand, protected Mo Wanyun, raised his head and stared at the shadow of the huge peach tree, and said, "I've brought you a dinner."

Gu Yusheng just finished speaking.

They saw a gust of spiral wind blowing from the direction the two of them had fled from, blowing away the surrounding fog in an instant.

Countless peach trees and peach branches are scattered all over the ground.

In the originally extremely cold canyon, the peach trees made a rustling sound.

The peach demon seemed to be angry.

I don't know if it's because Gu Yusheng led a powerful enemy here, or because Feng Hu destroyed a large tract of peach grove.

Gu Yusheng pulled Mo Wanyun and hid on the edge of the abyss. Gu Yusheng stretched out his hand to cover Mo Wanyun's small mouth, and quietly stared at Feng Hu, who was walking towards him step by step.

Mo Wanyun originally stretched out her hand to move away Gu Yusheng's hand, saying that she could hide her aura and was not afraid of death, but when she saw Gu Yusheng protecting most of his body in front of her, she quietly put down her hand and let Gu Yusheng

I'll take advantage of this lip touch for the rest of my life.

despair.

despair.

The sound of footsteps became increasingly clear.

In the mist, the demonic cultivators like tigers and shadows are approaching step by step.

At this time, Feng Hu held his fists with both hands, leaving tiger marks on the ground one by one.

Doubt and surprise gradually appeared on his face.

The coldness here and the evil aura of death emitted by the thousands of corpses made it impossible for him to capture the auras of Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun.

The dense white bones around him also made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He felt a special evil spirit.

It seems that it is everywhere in this mountain forest, but hard to capture.

Feng Hu stopped and looked up at the shadow of a huge peach tree. It was covered with the corpses of many monsters, as well as the corpses of the monsters he had just killed. The bloody aura filled the air.

"A low-blooded dryad that takes root in the human world to survive?"
To be continued...