A few days later, while Dongfang Zimo was still refining the Qingyun Sword, the entire cave suddenly shook violently.
Dongfang Zimo suddenly opened his eyes and withdrew the pill fire. There was a Qingyun Sword with golden aura floating in the air.
After some refining with fairy powder, this Qingyun Sword seemed to have been completely reborn, and the aura it exuded was much stronger than before.
Before Dongfang Zimo could be happy, he hurriedly put the Qingyun Sword back into his storage bag and solemnly flew out of the cave.
At this time, the cave was still shaking, and even the several layers of barrier restrictions that had been laid out earlier had been destroyed.
As soon as Dongfang Zimo flew out of the cave, he saw a ball of light coming towards him.
Dongfang Zimo snorted coldly, and immediately called out the Qingyun Sword and struck out with the sword.
Those light groups were instantly destroyed by this sword energy.
"Huh? I actually fell Nascent Soul, hahaha!"
Suddenly, a man's voice of surprise and unbridled ridicule came from the hazy sky.
Hearing this, Dongfang Zimo suddenly looked out with his consciousness, but his face changed slightly and he didn't notice the man's aura.
The laughter stopped suddenly, and in the clouds and mist, a figure slowly appeared in Dongfang Zimo's sight.
The man had white hair, but he was still in his youth, and his face was as pale as paper, but the aura he exuded was extremely powerful.
"Monk Nascent Soul!" Dongfang Zimo glanced at him and saw the other person's cultivation level, and he was shocked in his heart.
"It's been a long time, Dongfang Yuheng!" The white-haired young man looked over with sharp eyes and said with a serious smile.
"Dongfang Yuheng...who are you!" Dongfang Zimo was stunned for a moment and asked warily.
"I made a mistake in not killing you in the last calamity. But now with your current condition, it would be easy for me to kill you!" The white-haired young man said, his pupils suddenly turned green, and his body
The demonic energy rolled away and turned into several streaks of black energy that blasted towards Dongfang Zimo.
"It turns out he is a demon cultivator!" Dongfang Zimo showed a surprised expression, and with a sword gesture, the Qingyun Sword transformed into seventy-two long swords and flew out.
The seemingly menacing demonic energy was actually destroyed with one strike from these seventy-two flying swords.
Seeing this, the white-haired young man just sneered and made a strange magic formula. His face was gradually covered with magic marks, and a magic soul of more than ten feet condensed out and floated in the sky above the white-haired young man.
I saw that the demon soul's giant claws from deep grabbed these flying swords, and the seventy-two flying swords were immediately shattered. Only the main sword broke free and returned to Dongfang Zimo's hand.
Seeing the huge demon soul, the Dharma Sign raised its hands, billowing demonic energy continued to spit out from its mouth, and soon the sky was surrounded by demonic clouds, as terrifying as the end of the world.
A large demonic cloud made a rumble of thunder, and a black thunderbolt the size of a fist struck down on Dongfang Zimo's head.
Dongfang Zimo was always paying attention to all changes. When he saw this, he immediately struck out a sword energy and destroyed the black thunder.
"Huh? Ancient magic weapon? Where is your Thousand Souls Blade?" The white-haired young man stared coldly at the Qingyun Sword in Dongfang Zimo's hand and asked with a frown.
"Are you here for the Thousand Souls Blade?" Dongfang Zimo asked with a thought.
However, the white-haired young man did not answer, but continued to control the demonic soul spell in the sky to punch the opponent.
Dongfang Zimo hurriedly jumped back a thousand feet away, and then with a flick of his sleeves and robes, the Wind Spirit Pipa flew out, emitting a mysterious string sound, and four rays of light shot towards the white-haired young man like small snakes.
Seeing this, the white-haired young man showed a hint of contempt, and the demonic spirit figure in the sky blocked the flying snakes with a wave of his hand.
Then the white-haired young man rolled up and turned into a huge demonic cloud flying towards him.
Dongfang Zimo turned pale in horror. The possessed cultivator in front of him was more powerful than he expected. He released the shuttle without hesitation to escape.
But the moment he flew out, his whole body was wrapped in demonic energy, and his body became extremely hard.
Dongfang Zimo's instinctive feeling of death kept flooding into his heart.
The demonic cloud condensed into a ferocious monster with two horns. It opened its huge mouth and was about to swallow Dongfang Zimo into its belly.
But at this moment, a green flame suddenly flashed out from the demonic cloud, dispersing all the demonic clouds wherever it went.
After Dongfang Zimo released the Demon Soul Flame, he felt his body light up and hurriedly activated the flying shuttle to fly out.
"Demon flame? Humph!" The white-haired young man's voice came out from the demon cloud. Seeing Dongfang Zimo trying to escape, he once again inspired the demon cloud to chase after him.
With just a shake, the magic cloud disappeared into the sky, and the next moment it appeared intuitively in front of Dongfang Zimo.
Dongfang Zimo was startled, and with a pale face, he slashed away a sharp sword energy.
The sword energy disappeared into the magic cloud, leaving no trace like a mud cow entering the sea.
Mo Yun transformed into a demon soul, grinning deeply and grasping it with both hands.
In desperation, Dongfang Zimo summoned a long sword as black as ink, and with just a slight wave, black air rolled out, accompanied by the shrill screams of ghosts and wolves.
The hands of Demon Soul Faxiang dissipated directly under the wash of the sword energy.
After the sword strike, Dongfang Zimo felt that most of the mana in his body had been drained away, and even the little bit of demonic energy was exhausted for no reason.
"The Blade of Thousand Souls is indeed infinitely powerful, but it's a pity that with your current magic power, you can't fully exert the true power of this sword!" The demon soul's magic power was restrained, revealing the body of the white-haired young man.
The white-haired young man held his five fingers in vain, and a purple-black spear appeared in his hand and flew towards him.
Dongfang Zimo ignored the discomfort in his body and hurriedly raised his sword to resist the attack of the white-haired young man.
The white-haired young man sacrificed the purple-black spear and turned it into a black dragon.
Dongfang Zimo gritted his teeth, and finally used the Thousand Soul Blade again. Countless dark red auras gathered into one sword, and a strange sword aura full of evil aura was slashed out.
With just one face-to-face encounter, the black dragon was cut in half.
The pale young man's face was startled, and he formed a group of demon escape in front of him to block it.
But in this evil sword, it was cut open like paper in an instant. If the white-haired young man hadn't run away quickly when he saw that the situation was not good, he would have died in this sword.
"You have used Thousand Souls Blade twice in a row, let me see how you can resist this time!" The white-haired young man's aura was a little weaker than before. After shouting in anger, he turned into a demonic cloud again.
Dongfang Zimo's face was ashen, and the magic power in his body had been drained out. He could only look at the demonic cloud.
At this moment, the spirit beast bag suddenly became agitated, and a ball of fire flew out from it, revealing a spirit beast that was two feet long, with a dragon horn on its head and a body covered with dragon scales.
"Tianbao!" Dongfang Zimo widened his eyes and looked at the changed spirit beast in disbelief.
Tianbao stepped on the auspicious clouds, his pupils looked towards the large demonic cloud ahead, and suddenly he let out a dragon roar that resounded through the sky, and a ball of golden thunder condensed on the dragon's horns and blasted out.