At this moment, the demonic cultivator laughed even more wildly, and bursts of demonic sounds came out, controlling all the casual cultivators who had lost their last hope. Each one of them stood there with obsessed faces, or stood there, or
He fell to the ground.
Only the red-faced monk looked angrily at the slowly crumbling earth wall behind him, his eyes almost wanting to spit fire, but he was the only one who was still clear-headed. Even though he wanted to use the lion's roar, he couldn't roar for the moment.
"Roar, you roar, the evil-destroying lion's roar, I haven't heard it for how many years, eight hundred years or a thousand years, ah, if I hadn't become like this, how could the devil's voice be broken by your little lion's roar?
, go to hell! Haha..."
Amidst the wild laughter, black threads rolled up overwhelmingly. The red-faced Taoist tried his best and struggled, but in the end he could not withstand the power of the black threads. However, after holding on for three breaths, the last protective brilliance was worn away.
, was rolled up into a pupa by the black silk and fell to the ground.
Seeing that the eight monks here have been dealt with, the demon cultivator smiled arrogantly and said: "Run, see if you can escape from my hand." After saying that, more than half of the black silks chased outside. It only took ten breaths.
, two screams came back, and then two black silk cocoons were pulled over and fell into the crowd of cultivators.
"Hahahahaha, I said you can't run away even if you can't run away. In the end, it's better to stay with me forever!"
As soon as he finished speaking, five clouds of white smoke were seen floating over from the black mist, followed by white smoke flying out of the top door of the fallen cultivators, and finally from the three black silk cocoons.
Three largest clouds of white smoke came out.
From the white smoke, Yin Xiuxuan could faintly feel the auras of those casual cultivators. This was their living souls, representing their respective vitality and soul marks.
Amid the wild laughter, strips of black smoke floated around, playing with the white smoke, as if they were playing tricks.
"Okay, okay, that boy is indeed a prince. This time I sent these casual cultivators to me. Although their cultivation is a little weaker, they are still much stronger than thousands of mortals. As long as there are more than ten batches,
I will be able to recover some of my vitality, and I can go out to collect the souls by myself. I won’t be in a hurry to return to the Heavenly Demon Cave. That Jiang Country is a good place. When the time comes, I will sweep across Jiang Country and collect all the souls.
, I can recover 20 to 30% of my strength, so I won’t be afraid to go back then!”
Talking to himself, he fiddled with the living souls with the black threads for a long time, and finally picked up the weakest living soul, and twisted it upwards, only to hear a sharp scream, above the black threads
Then I saw a bright light flowing towards the invisible roots.
Just like that, the souls were swallowed up one by one, and fifteen souls were swallowed in succession. Except for a slight pause when the red-faced Taoist's soul was swallowed at the end, the other souls were not stagnant at all.
"Hey, no, why are there only fifteen, when there should be seventeen! By the way, one is still trapped in the formation, so there is another one!"
Just when the demon cultivator hesitated, he heard Yin Xiuxuan's cold voice: "Young Master is here!"
The sound came from deeper inside the cave entrance, where the black threads were interrupted.
Upon discovering where Yin Xiuxuan was, all the black threads wrapped around Henry Zhang.
Yin Xiu
He actually used the technique of Zhen Zi Jue, and suddenly the sword shadows and the Golden Spirit Sword body slashed towards the black silk thread.
Although Yin Xiuxuan's method seemed very grand during the Qi training period, it would not be seen in the eyes of the demon cultivator. The demon cultivator was about to laugh sarcastically, but he instantly let out a scream.
"Spiritual weapon, you actually have a spiritual weapon! Ah~"
I saw countless sword shadows falling on the black silk threads, instantly scattering the bits of light entwined on the black threads. At this moment, the Golden Spirit Sword body was revealed, and the cold light flashed and slashed at the countless black threads. On the top, nearly half of the black threads were cut off immediately. The rest of the black threads shrank quickly but couldn't make it in time. When Yin Xiuxuan's wheel sword slashed again, most of them were broken. It was not until Yin Xiuxuan's third sword fell that only a few black threads were left. He shrank back sparsely, avoiding the fate of being cut off.
Yin Xiuxuan's three swords completely eliminated the extremely ferocious black silk. The visible difference between the spiritual weapon and the magic weapon once again proved that the magic cultivator's strength was greatly reduced.
"How about it, Mr. Yin, my guess is right!" Ye Piaoling was as proud as if he had won a prize.
Yin Xiuxuan was stunned when he heard this, then smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Ye, you actually relied on guessing!"
When Ye Piaoling saw that she had spilled the beans, her face did not turn red. She laughed and said, "Who said I guessed it right now? Well, even if it is a guess, I can only guess it with many years of experience. Do you think anyone can guess it?" Come out, I am a master. Do you know what a master is? That is a person who is superior to others. How can you be a master if you are not very powerful! What's more, even if the devil is still intact and I have my protection, you What else are you afraid of..."
Hearing Ye Piaoling's quibbling, Yin Xiuxuan could only keep smiling bitterly. Indeed, he thought he was being protected by Ye Piaoling before following him, otherwise he would have to think carefully. But this time he came in and found that the demon cultivator was really weak. Incomparably, this is a good thing and there is also Ye Piaoling's matter, so Yin Xiuxuan is naturally "obligated"!
"Mr. Ye, you know you're wrong, protect me quickly and let me pursue you!"
Ye Piaoling snorted proudly, and a golden light shot out, breaking through the black mist containing evil energy in front, and a road appeared in front. Yin Xiuxuan said "Thank you, Mr. Ye", and stepped on the sword light under his feet. So he chased him inside.
Yin Xiuxuan chased in a hurry, but within a few breaths, he chased for several miles. Suddenly, the demonic energy in front of him surged, and the black threads instantly grew to the thickness of his arms and hit Yin Xiuxuan.
When Yin Xiuxuan saw this, he sneered and said: "What a trick!" He replaced the flying sword with a wave of his hand, grabbed the Golden Spirit Sword in his hand and turned it into a sword lotus, and went forward.
As soon as the black silk sword lotus came into contact, the black silk threads were broken into pieces and disappeared, and Yin Xiuxuan was even more unreasonable. He chased after him and chopped the black silk threads into pieces one after another. It was ten feet long and made the demon cultivator howl incessantly, but there was nothing he could do against Yin Xiuxuan.
"Sword cultivator, you are a sword cultivator. Are you a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect? Damn the Lingxiao Sword Sect! When I recover, I will definitely not give up with you!"
Yin Xiuxuan didn't care about his strange roars. Ye Piaoling had long reminded him that his swordsmanship had the shadow of a sword cultivator. But seeing that he was misunderstood this time, Yin Xiuxuan fully believed that he had a certain relationship with the sword cultivator who had never had any contact with him. .
But at this moment, although he was mistaken for a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, he had no intention or obligation to explain. He snorted coldly, swung his sword repeatedly, and displayed dozens of swords towards the depths of the cave. gas.