"Nonsense! I have a clear mind, so how can I be controlled by this sword! But your immortal bones and immortal blood are perfect for refining a magic weapon." The possessed old man yelled angrily, and then stared at the east with strange eyes.
Zimo smiled solemnly.
"Using the body of a monk to refine magical weapons, you still claim to be sane! Could it be that you also used the flesh and blood of monks to refine these magical weapons?!" Dongfang Zimo frowned and looked at the long sword in his hand in shock.
sword.
"Hey! How can you forge a good sword without refining it with the flesh and blood of monks! The sword behind you and the magic weapon in your hand are both refined with the flesh and blood of foundation-building monks. It's a pity that these people
Your cultivation level is too low to refine a good magic weapon. As for you, a golden elixir monk, if you combine some of my rare materials, you might be able to forge a powerful magic weapon." The possessed old man looked crazy.
With a look of color, he pointed at the flying sword in the air, and suddenly hundreds of sword blades flew towards Dongfang Zimo.
Dongfang Zimo snorted coldly, made a secret with one hand, and pulled out the red flame long blade. The sword whirled in the air, and a fiery red barrier blocked all the flying swords.
Dongfang Zimo repaired his robe again and shook it, and a purple-gold ancient umbrella flew out. It was the Qiankun Umbrella that can absorb all things.
The ancient umbrella was surrounded by spiritual light, and as soon as it unfolded, a strange wind swept out, and the flying swords in the air were swept away by the stormy waves.
Hundreds of flying swords lost control for a moment, and were all sucked into the Qiankun Umbrella by the strange wind. They merged and fell into Dongfang Zimo's hands again.
"How is this possible!" The possessed old man turned pale with horror, staring at the purple-gold ancient umbrella in disbelief.
"Your Majesty, why don't you try the power of your own sword array." Dongfang Zimo sneered, shaking the Qiankun Umbrella in his hand, and the hundreds of flying swords that were sucked into the umbrella shot out, all flying towards the possessed old man.
The demon-possessed old man's face showed a gloomy look, and the sword as black as ink in his hand was unsheathed in vain, and a terrifying anger burst out.
Under the wash of this violent energy, hundreds of flying swords were all shattered into pieces of scrap metal, and their power was not reduced, and they were slashed straight towards Dongfang Zimo.
After witnessing the power of this sword energy, Dongfang Zimo naturally did not dare to confront him head-on. With a boost of magic power in his body, he actually fled directly and flew out of the hall in a flash of light.
The possessed old man was startled for a moment, then he gave chase in anger.
"Leave your body to me!"
In the sky above Jianfeng, two escaping lights chased each other, and from behind, the angry sounds of the possessed old man could be heard from time to time.
Dongfang Zimo swept around with a solemn expression, and finally fell onto a hill.
The possessed old man was originally in the middle stage of Jindan. When he saw Dongfang Zimo flying downwards, he escaped from the light. In a few flashes, he arrived above the upper hill. With a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he quickly locked onto Dongfang under the boulder.
Zimo.
The possessed old man waved his long sword as black as ink, and a shrill cry of ghosts and wolves came out, and several rays of sword energy swept across him.
Dongfang Zimo, who was under the boulder, had a calm expression on his face. With a squeeze of his sword skills, the Qingyun Sword floating in front of him split into six pieces, each one as delicate as its original body.
When the two collided, the Qingyun Sword shattered like tofu. The six Qingyun Swords were quickly cut into pieces, and together they chopped Dongfang Zimo into several pieces of flesh and blood.
A golden elixir monk fell into the sword energy.
However, the possessed old man did not feel happy. Instead, he frowned and his scarlet eyes kept scanning around.
"What a powerful clone, you almost managed to hide it from me." The possessed old man murmured in a gloomy tone.
"Haha! It's too late for your Excellency to find out." Dongfang Zimo's voice suddenly came from behind a big tree.
Upon hearing this, the possessed old man swung his sword energy towards the big tree without thinking, and the tree more than ten feet high was cut open, and a human figure flew out from it.
When the possessed old man saw the situation, he wanted to fly after him, but suddenly he noticed a flash of spiritual light on the ground. The possessed old man's pupils shrank, and he just glanced down and discovered something.
"When did you set up the sword formation!" the possessed old man cried out.
I saw a strange magic circle formed on the ground at some point, which was a hundred feet wide, and there was a blue long sword standing there in the middle of the magic circle.
"When you appeared here, you had already fallen into my Earth Evil Sword Formation." Somewhere in the void, Dongfang Zimo stood in the sky and said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of light wind suddenly blew up in the Earth Evil Sword Formation. At first, the possessed old man didn't take it seriously, but after being blown by these light winds, he found that his whole body was cut with tiny sword marks.
The possessed old man turned pale with fright, his body was filled with rage, and a dark red barrier blocked the light wind.
But soon, after some changes in the Earth Evil Sword Formation, a hurricane condensed out, trying to drag the possessed old man into it.
The possessed old man suddenly screamed, his Taoist robes were torn to pieces by the sword wind, and sword marks continued to burst out on his body.
Just when Dongfang Zimo was thinking about finally trapping this mid-term monk, the changes in front of him made him frown slightly.
The long sword as black as ink held by the old man in the air suddenly became restless, and it also exuded a powerful aura of violence.
Under the influence of these violent auras, the possessed old man became irritable, his face was covered with demonic lines, his pupils shot out blood, and he looked up to the sky and roared.
In an instant, the long sword in the old man's hand came out. It whirled in the air, and countless souls flew out. A terrifying breath shook these swords to pieces.
Even the Qingyun Sword, which was part of the Earth Evil Sword Formation, was thrown away by this aura.
The entire sword formation gradually dissipated because there was no suppression from Qingyun Sword.
The possessed old man's scarlet eyes glanced around, as if he had discovered something, and he let out a hint of sinister laughter.
"How dare you use such a trivial trick to show your embarrassment?" The possessed old man grasped it with five fingers and was about to extinguish the flying green flame. However, the moment he came into contact with the green flame, his face became horrified.
"No! What is happening at this time!" Not only did the possessed old man fail to extinguish the green flame, but his entire arm was ignited.
The possessed old man looked horrified and tried to use his spiritual power to extinguish the green flames in his hands, but it had no effect at all.
Soon, the possessed old man was eroded by green flames all over his body, and flew up and down in the air, screaming in pain.
Not far away, Dongfang Zimo stood in the air, dragging a ball of green flame in his hand, looking at everything in front of him with an expressionless face.
The green flame that the possessed old man received was the flame of the demon soul that Dongfang Zimo received from Master Demon Yan.
This demonic flame is so powerful that even a golden elixir monk who is accidentally hit by this flame will be reduced to ashes immediately.