In a dense forest, the altar made of stones is very rough, but a black bead placed at the top is constantly releasing a large amount of yin energy.
Under the altar, Zhao Zhen was constantly casting spells to allow the Yin Qi to spread farther.
This was the trap she prepared for the mysterious hunter. In Zhao Zhen's opinion, since that man was feeding on ghosts, he would never miss this delicious meal.
"Why haven't it appeared yet?"
The altar has been set for three days, and many monks from other sects have appeared nearby, and their covetousness is obvious.
However, the mysterious hunter did not show up for a long time, which made Zhao Zhen, who was determined to please his senior brother, feel a little anxious.
Even more anxious than Zhao Zhen were the monks of the Ghost Sword Sect ambushing in the nearby forest. They were all listless and were too lazy to even use the means of hiding their traces.
"This trap is too obvious. Is that guy likely to be fooled?"
A monk said disdainfully, "The eldest brother can actually listen to Zhao Zhen's words, it's really a mistake."
"Stop talking nonsense, let the senior brother hear you and be miserable."
Another monk was quite serious and finally hid himself among a pile of fallen leaves, revealing only a pair of eyes.
"I don't believe there will be such a stupid person, and I can't even see such an obvious trap.
If he was really so stupid, how could he kill several of our fellow disciples?"
The previous monk was still chattering.
His companion's eyes were straight and he murmured: "You...you don't know, someone is really here!"
Zhao Zhen, next to the altar, also had a gleam of eyes at the same time. She suddenly turned around and looked at the forest in the distance. An unscrupulous aura was approaching quickly! "Crash!"
After breaking countless dead branches, Li Xuan rushed out of the dense forest. In front of him was a simple altar, and the yin energy was emitted from here.
When Zhao Zhen, who was under the altar, saw Li Xuan, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
No matter what, she didn't believe that the Jindan monk in front of her would be a hunter who devoured her fellow disciples, but she was more like a fool who accidentally hit her.
After looking at Zhao Zhen, Li Xuan smiled slightly. The handsome face fell into Zhao Zhen's eyes and felt a hint of pity.
All the monks who broke into the altar should have been killed, but Zhao Zhen didn't know what he was thinking, so he waved his hand and said, "This is not the place you should come, go quickly!"
Li Xuan looked as if nothing happened, and looked at the black beads at the top of the altar. The rich yin energy was emitting from it. It seemed to be the treasure of the Ghost Sword Sect.
"Eleven..." Just as he was about to scold Li Xuan for a few more words, Zhao Zhen suddenly heard a number spit out of the handsome young man.
Zhao Zhen was slightly stunned, and then he remembered that there were exactly ten fellow disciples who were ambushing in the forest. Isn’t it just eleven? “Which city are you a monk?”
Zhao Zhen looked up and down at Li Xuan, trying to see if he was hiding his cultivation.
Without waiting for Li Xuan's answer, a middle-aged monk jumped out of the forest impatiently and cursed at Zhao Zhen: "What are you doing? Why don't you kill such messes quickly! If you startle that person, you
Can you bear it?"
As he spoke, the man had raised his hand and threw a "yin fire talisman" at Li Xuan. The immortal talisman exploded in the air, turning into a purple flame, stabbing Li Xuan's chest fiercely.
This Yin Fire is extremely vicious, and does not damage the flesh and blood, but directly penetrates into the internal organs. It must corrode all the internal organs and hurts to stop.
The middle-aged monk used such a vicious means when he took action, which made Li Xuan frown slightly and murderous intent suddenly surged out.
Zhao Zhen is closest to him, and the surge of murderous intent cannot escape her spiritual consciousness. Her eyes suddenly showed an unbelievable expression. She would never believe that such a violent and violent murderous intent was actually from Li Xuan, a handsome and harmless young man.
Burst out.
The yin fire rushed to Li Xuan's face but stopped forcibly.
Li Xuan bounced his fingertips, and the Yin Fire broke into pieces with a "bang" and turned into nothing.
The monks of the Ghost Sword Sect who were ambushing in the forest didn't take Li Xuan to heart at first, but suddenly saw this scene and couldn't help but be stunned.
Only then did they realize that Li Xuan's cultivation is probably not as simple as it seems on the surface.
"You are too sinister and die."
Li Xuan smiled grimly and said coldly to the middle-aged monk who was attacking him.
A flash of light at the fingertips, and an immortal talisman was also attacked.
The middle-aged monk shouted with fierce eyes: "Boy, you are looking for death!"
He said, and released a ghost to hit the immortal talisman.
With a "bang", the ghost hit the immortal talisman, but a golden light flashed. The immortal talisman not only shattered the ghost, but also suddenly accelerated.
Before the middle-aged monk could react, there was a flash of blood in his chest, and he snorted and fell to the ground and died.
Zhao Zhen could see clearly that the immortal talisman clearly turned into a golden flying knife, with an incredible speed.
The middle-aged monk also has the peak level of Jindan cultivation, but he was killed by the heart without any resistance.
The nine monks remaining in the forest were all shocked. The three closest to Li Xuan shook off their disguise and flew into the air and rushed up to pounce on them.
The three of them formed a font shape, blocking all Li Xuan's retreat, and were not afraid of him running away.
But in Zhao Zhen's eyes, Li Xuan didn't mean to escape.
A flash of light appeared in Li Xuan's hand.
With a "swish", the fan opened, and a waterfall carried the rolling cold current, swallowing the three people who were attacking him head-on.
The coldness dissipated, and Zhao Zhen felt that the bone marrow was about to freeze, so he couldn't help but stagger back and try his best to resist the spiritual power.
However, her three fellow disciples could not hide and were frozen into ice in just a moment.
He killed four people in a row as soon as he made a move, and no one dared to underestimate Li Xuan as a Jindan monk.
Zhao Zhen shouted angrily: "Who are you? How dare you go against our Ghost Sword Sect?"
Li Xuan ignored Zhao Zhen and walked up to the altar in a noble manner, reaching out to grab the black beads at the top.
"court death!"
The six monks rushed out together, and Zhao Zhen's eyes flashed with cold light, and he was about to launch the "Ten Thousand Ghost Formation" that had been arranged long ago.
"Huh!"
Zhao Zhen showed a hint of surprise. No matter how she activated her spiritual power, the Wangui Formation did not react at all.
Although the Ten Thousand Ghost Formation is exquisite and powerful and the arrangement is extremely hidden, it can't escape Li Xuan's eyes.
Just as Li Xuan appeared, he had already broken the Ten Thousand Ghost Formation without knowing it. It was ridiculous that Zhao Zhen still regarded it as a big reliance.
Among the six cultivators, one Yuanying and five Golden Elixir peaks are all much more powerful than Li Xuan's cultivation level.
Besides, they have already seen that Li Xuan's strength is unfathomable. This move has absolutely no power. Six spiritual weapons with heavy yin energy are overwhelming. Not to mention one Li Xuan, even ten or eight can beat them! "No need
He is dead even if he opens the formation!"
Even in a hurry, he was unable to open the Ten Thousand Ghost Formation, but Zhao Zhen was panicked but maintained a lucky chance.
But at this moment, Li Xuan turned around and looked at her with a slight sarcastic look.
This look was filled with extreme murderous intent, and in just a moment, Zhao Zhen felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, making it cold from head to toe! The next scene made Zhao Zhen and six Ghost Sword Cultivators