"But the evil king himself can command a group of evil spirits, so he must have considerable magical power."
Fang Xi looked at these young people and couldn't help but remind them.
"Haha, we are waiting for all the immortals to arrive, and we are the clowns of the devil. We are just waiting to be crowned... If you are scared, fellow Daoist Fang, you might as well hide aside and cheer for us."
'Flying Dragon Sword' Jian Caifei finally couldn't bear it anymore and sarcastically said.
"Exactly... look at the magic weapon in his hand. It's so crude that it doesn't even deserve to be called a flying sword."
Several young Taoists from Banshan Dao knew that Jian Caifei, the "Flying Dragon Sword", was the most outstanding among their group of young swordsmen, and they had long wanted to follow him, so they started making noises.
"snort."
Fang Xi was joking in her heart, but her face suddenly changed color and she said: "You are blind, this flying sword of mine is an ancient treasure, it is called the 'Tian Demon Killing Immortal Sword', and there are hundreds of thousands of secret seals of the heavenly demons engraved on it."
, can banish the power of demons from outside the territory and use it for one's own use. However, this sword harmed Tianhe, so the senior immortal imposed a spiritual talisman seal on it, making the divine object self-obstructed."
"Ha ha!"
As soon as these words came out, even Hanshan swordsman Peng Xifan couldn't help laughing: 'This fellow Taoist is a wonderful person who can talk nonsense so seriously...'
Fang Xi didn't defend himself, but went to one side and sat cross-legged.
If he hadn't vaguely felt that he had an opportunity here, he wouldn't have hung out with these juniors.
'It's just that this opportunity seems to have nothing to do with skill...'
In a moment.
Three days flew by.
Following Jian Caifei's roar, streaks of rays of light flew up from the platform.
Among them, there are those who have become sword immortals and can fly into and out of Qingming with a flying sword, and there are also those who can control all kinds of rays of light and fly carpets and flower baskets.
What's more, those who are in the swordsman level can hardly escape and can only rely on magic weapons to carry them to escape.
As usual, Fang Xi controlled the Heavenly Demon Killing Immortal Sword, turning it into a half-black and half-green sword light, carrying herself forward.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, why don't you see the power of your Demon-Slaying Immortal Sword?"
Jian Cai's flying sword merged into one, and a small crystal sword moved around uncertainly. There was a winding mark on the sword body, which looked like a dragon shape.
At this time, the flying sword's light was as agile as a dragon's, making him escape light at extremely fast speeds.
Even after going for a walk around the front, I was able to come back and meet up with the troops, with a smile on my face.
Fang Xi looked calm and didn't say much.
Not long after, a strange peak protruded in front. It was majestic and looked like a palm.
There seemed to be some buildings on the middle finger of the palm-like mountain, but they were all stained with blood and broken, and they had obviously experienced a great tragedy.
'This place should be the place where the martial arts conference is held...'
'Looking at this situation, the martial arts community in Sichuan is probably in vain...'
When Fang Xi saw this scene, her eyes moved slightly.
There are so many martial arts masters whose bodies and souls are far stronger than ordinary people. One person is worth ten or even a hundred people. They are the best materials for demonic sacrifices to refine bronze armored corpses, flying yakshas, and even formless Yin demons.
'It seems that this time the evil king has other thoughts besides defeating the righteous way of martial arts...'
As soon as he thought about this, he looked at the monks around him with a trace of pity.
People in the martial arts world are only qualified to refine the likes of Feitian Yaksha, but the qualifications of practitioners will only be better than them, and they are the best materials for refining gods and demons!
Demonic cultivators refine their natal gods and demons, and are proficient in using magic to control demons. Therefore, after demonic monks sacrifice and refine their natal gods and demons, they can refine them and drive other gods and demons, with endless magical uses...
For example, the White Bone Gods and Demons, the Vajra Formed Gods and Demons, the Nine-Son Mother Yin Demon, etc.
Each one has infinite power!
According to Fang Xi's opinion, this evil king is not very kind in his work, and he has the idea of catching up all these righteous swordsmen and swordsmen and refining them all into his own gods and demons.
'Although people in the Demon Sect don't pay much attention to cause and effect, if they kill many young handsome men at once, they will immediately fight with the elders behind them... This is something that can be seen regardless of cause and effect.'
'It seems that this evil king is planning to kill someone and run away?'
'Or... he is just a chess piece. Not only will he bear the responsibility for these crimes, but the gods and demons he has finally refined, as well as his own gods and demons, will have to be taken away by his master... It can be said that he brought his own dry food, and was eventually sold.
An example of giving people money even if they don't.'
This kind of conspiracy, even without the use of divination, Fang Xi can figure out many obstacles.
However, when people in spiritual practice often face a calamity, their spiritual consciousness will be blinded by the destiny, and they will develop the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. Those who do not have great perseverance and great enlightenment will never be able to escape.
In this regard, traversers seem to have an advantage.
"Haha! You are so late!"
A clear laugh came.
On the high platform built for martial arts competitions in the past, there was an extra person at some point, and it was the Evil Lord!
This man looks to be in his twenties or thirties at most. His appearance is extremely handsome. He has the vitality of a young man and the maturity and stability of a middle-aged man. The two temperaments blend perfectly. He is really a handsome man.
Behind the Evil Lord were a group of people with disheveled hair, holding black flags, or wearing animal skins and tattoos on their faces. They were indeed a group of ghosts, ghosts, and snakes.
"Evil King, you will be punished by God for slaughtering mortals. Today we will do justice for God!"
Jian Cai flew out of the crowd, flicked the flying dragon sword in his hand, shouted in a deep voice, and became the faint leader of the immortals. The hearts of the female cultivators were secretly moved when he saw it, and there were expressions of admiration and admiration in their eyes.
"Amitabha, I wonder what the rules are for today's sword fight?"
Monk Longchan also put his hands together and asked.
"Today's sword fight is very simple!"
An evil smile appeared on the corner of Evil Lord's mouth, and he took a step forward: "You can swarm me, or you can use the wheel... As long as you can defeat me, what if I admit defeat?"
"Humph, you are so brazen!"
Jian Caifei couldn't help laughing angrily when he heard that this person had such a loud tone, and shouted: "Just let me talk to you first!"
He performed a sword technique, and the Feilong Sword turned into a stream of light and flew out, as fast as lightning and as aggressive as fire.
If you are an ordinary casual cultivator, if you are not careful, your head will be cut off and you will be decapitated with a flying sword.
With a smile on his lips, Evil Lord stretched out his jade-white right hand and thrust it forward like a twisted flower.
A colorful hand with magic power appeared out of thin air. As soon as the index finger and thumb came together, they pinched the sword light between their fingers.
The spells of such masters of mana can hardly be called spells, but rather superficial uses of mana. As long as they are those who have mastered mana, everyone can do it.
They often have to give it a nice name, called ‘Innate Qi Great Capture’!
Of course, for those with advanced Taoism, even a random spell has infinite power.
There are also many changes to this innate Yimu Qi Great Capture. For example, for those who major in Yimu Zhenqi, the transformed mana hand is cyan, and they are known as the ‘Innate Yimu Yiqi Great Capture Master’!
Often when taking the flying sword, an enemy magic weapon, there is still a layer of winding power.
This one of the Evil Lord is the ‘five poisonous, divine and evil energy capturing hand’!
It is formed by condensing the "Five Poison God's Evil Qi" from one's own hard work. It is colorful and colorful, very beautiful, but it also has a fishy smell, and there are countless scorpions, centipedes, spiders and other Five Poisons on the surface.
It moves by rustling.
"cut!"
Originally, Jian Caifei had a trace of disdain on his face when he saw Evil Lord using his magical power to capture his hand.
You need to know that what he used was not a sword-shaped magic weapon like Fang Xi, but a real flying sword!
The Fairy Flying Sword is extremely sharp and can cut through any spell with one sword, and its power far exceeds that of ordinary magic weapons!
He immediately changed his sword skills, preparing to cut off this powerful hand with one sword, taking away the evil king's life, and solving the fight with one move.
It has always been said that if a swordsman has a flying sword, he will be successful in fighting.
He also somewhat underestimated his opponents.
Unexpectedly, the sword technique changed, but the "Flying Dragon Sword" was still unable to come out, like a small snake that had been pinched seven inches.
This time Jian Caifei was truly shocked.
The smile on the corner of the Evil Lord's mouth widened more and more. On his colorful hands, streaks of black energy criss-crossed, manifesting ancient poisonous pythons, dark cold scorpions, twelve-winged centipedes and other highly poisonous things. The threads were intertwined.
Flying sword.
The Feilong Sword screamed sadly, and was corroded by the poisonous gas. It turned into a piece of stubborn iron and fell to the ground.
When Jian Caifei saw this scene, he was so heartbroken that his blood spurted out.
His flying sword was a gift from his master. It was a valuable inheritance for his sect. He had already told him many times and would continue to pass it on to his disciples in the future.
Now that it is destroyed, he will be severely punished when he returns, and even his magic power will be revoked and he will be expelled from the school!
In fact, although this 'Flying Dragon Sword' is also a flying sword, it is an inferior one among flying swords.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be corroded by the ‘Five Poison God’s Evil Qi’ so easily!
The Evil Lord was unyielding when he gained power. A Dark Cold Yin Scorpion exuded a chill that seemed to freeze through eternity. With just one pounce, Jian Caifei turned into an ice sculpture, and even his soul was frozen together.
The frozen corpses of these cultivators, as long as some cold-attribute materials are added to them in the future, will be excellent materials for worshiping the 'Taiyin Gods and Demons' and the 'Guanghan Gods and Demons'.
"Brother Jian?"
When a group of sword fairies and swordsmen saw this scene, their faces turned pale with fright, and many little fairies even changed their faces.
Most of them have learned skills from their masters since they were young, and have grown up under the protection of their masters. This is the first time they have come out of the mountain, and they all thought that the immortals had arrived and the demons had given their heads.
Who would have thought that the gap between ideal and reality would be so big?
Evil Lord is a martial arts man, his ability to seize the opportunity is unparalleled, he can even defeat the strong with the weak, and seek victory in defeat. At this time, he sneered: "Who is next?"
"Let's all come together. There is no need to follow the rules of the world with such evil heretics."
Hanshan swordsman Peng Xifan raised his arms and shouted, making Fang Xi look sideways.
It is indeed the right way, but this method is self-taught.
But after hearing the evil king's roar, his whole body was enveloped by a layer of extremely evil five-color evil spirit. No matter how many spells and magical weapons were hit on it, they had no effect at all. The magical weapons would even be corroded, and his spirituality would be greatly lost.
And he struck out with a palm, using the path of combining immortality and martial arts. A big handprint held down Peng Xifan's flying sword.
The quality of the 'Hanshan Sword' is even higher than that of the Feilong Sword. Although it is entangled with colorful poisonous threads, it shines silver and struggles on its own.
The figure flashed!
The Evil Lord had already entered a group of young men and women. He slapped down a colorful palm, and the faces of several young men and women changed. They were like quail motionless fairies who were beaten to a pulp by a huge force!