Dongfang Zimo had a gloomy look on his face at this moment, driving the flying shuttle remnants across the sky.
Along the way, I don't know what happened, but I kept encountering scattered monks coming to block my way.
Fortunately, those people were just golden elixir monks, and Dongfang Zimo killed them with just a few moves. But when he came to a small town to replenish the elixir talisman, he happened to meet a Nascent Soul monk.
The Nascent Soul monk seemed to have expected it, and he used his killing move the moment he saw Dongfang Zimo. Fortunately, Dongfang Zimo reacted quickly and escaped directly.
The Nascent Soul monk didn't dare to give up when he saw this, so he ran after him all the way.
While flying a cup of tea, Dongfang Zimo came to a flat area, collected the remaining treasures of the flying shuttle, and summoned the Qingyun Sword to set up the Earthly Evil Sword Formation nearby.
Before Dongfang Zimo could take a breath, the Nascent Soul cultivator behind him had already caught up with him. From a distance, he saw a tall, thin man with dark skin.
"Fellow Daoist Yu Heng! Just hand over the Thousand Soul Blade and leave immediately." The tall and thin man stared at the void behind Dongfang Zimo with his eyes narrowed, and finally his eyes fell on Dongfang Zimo.
"Come and get it if you want it!" Dongfang Zimo said coldly without changing his expression. However, he felt a little bumpy in his heart, because since he entered the late stage of the Golden Core, this was the second time he had to fight with the Nascent Soul cultivator. Dongfang Zimo was not sure.
Can knock the opponent back.
However, it was not an option to escape blindly. Dongfang Zimo actually wanted to test whether he could compete with a Nascent Soul monk. As for if he lost, Tianbao would be there to retreat safely.
"You dare to be so arrogant even if you are a fallen Nascent Soul!" The tall and thin man was suddenly enraged. He held ten, two-pronged swords in his palms, with strange patterns on the surface, and disappeared into the air in a flash.
Dongfang Zimo was shocked and hurriedly used his spiritual sense to detect the opponent, but could not find any trace of the opponent. He only felt a violent aura coming from behind and quickly took out the silver wheel blade.
Two purple thunderbolts flashed and hit the silver wheel blade. As expected, the tall and thin man appeared behind him, but looked at Dongfang Zimo with surprised eyes, obviously not understanding how the other party discovered his whereabouts.
Dongfang Zimo hurriedly retreated to a few hundred feet and made seals with both hands. The Disha Sword Formation that had been ambushing nearby was activated, and countless green sword energy trapped the tall and thin man inside in an instant.
Not only that, Dongfang Zimo patted the storage bag, and the wind spirit pipa appeared in his hand. With a flick of his five fingers, a series of mysterious sounds came out.
The tall and thin man trapped in the sword formation stiffened intuitively, frowned, and waved the two swords in his hands. A powerful arc barrier was propped up, blocking all the sound waves and flying swords.
"That's what I thought..." The tall and thin man wanted to taunt, but suddenly he felt that the two magic weapons in his hands were swept by a demonic wind, and disappeared without a trace in the next second.
"What!" the tall and thin man yelled angrily, looking angrily at an ancient purple-gold umbrella in the sky.
Without the barrier, the sword energy and sound waves surged forward, threatening to cut the tall and thin man into countless pieces.
"Huh! Thunder!" The tall and thin man roared angrily! The whole world rumbled, and the flying swords and sound waves that wanted to get close to him were all wiped out under the fine thunder.
"The Nascent Soul cultivator is really so terrifying!" Dongfang Zimo gasped when he saw the tall and thin man in front of him who seemed to have changed.
I saw that the man's eyes were glowing with dazzling purple light, and his whole body was filled with terrifying power of thunder. With a wave of his hands, a beam of purple lightning shot out.
"Thunder attribute monk!" Dongfang Zimo seemed to have thought of something and turned pale. Thunder attribute monks are generally much stronger than other attributes. It seems that this time will be a fierce battle after all.
Soon, the tall and thin man was surrounded by a dazzling thunder. With a "boom" explosion, the green swords within a few hundred feet nearby were shattered by this powerful thunder force.
A green flying sword swished in the air and returned to Dongfang Zimo's hand.
After the tall and thin man broke through the sword formation, he pushed with his palms and shot out a ball of purple electricity the size of a fist.
Dongfang Zimo had a firm look on his face. He used the magic power in his body and teleported himself thousands of feet away. He kneaded his hands and spat out Sanskrit sounds. A celestial image that was more than ten feet high appeared on his body. His facial features were very similar to Dongfang Zimo's.
Dongfang Zimo made a firm decision and transformed the Qingyun Sword into one hundred and twenty flying swords, which all rushed towards the tall and thin man.
The tall and thin man was startled for a moment, then he made a hand with his hands and shot a beam of purple lightning into the air. Then, the sky suddenly turned black, countless thunderbolts struck down, and a purple barrier formed on his body.
Under the bombardment of these thunders, more than half of the hundreds of flying swords were instantly lost. Many flying swords struck the purple barrier and made a crackling sound. Although there were dense sword marks, there was no sign of breaking.
The tall and thin man seemed to have lost his patience, and with a serious expression, he took out a war drum covered with thunder patterns. When he struck two drumsticks composed of purple runes, a powerful impact shattered the remaining flying swords.
The tall and thin man pressed the drumstick again. As soon as the drum sounded, Dongfang Zimo suddenly felt a surge of energy and blood in his body. His internal organs seemed to be exploding. In a moment, he was bleeding from all his orifices, which looked extremely terrifying.
Dongfang Zimo was horrified. If this continued, it would be a matter of time before he exploded and died.
When the tall and thin man saw the other party looking like this, he naturally sneered. While urging the war drum, he condensed a ball of thunder and blasted away.
Dongfang Zimo roared in pain and grabbed a long sword as black as ink in his hand.
At the same time, the god Faxiang, who had originally closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes. He also imitated Dongfang Zimo's five fingers and grasped a golden long sword composed of countless spiritual energy in his hand.
As Dongfang Zimo slashed out a sword energy of dead souls, the god Faxiang also slashed out a sword wind and swept out.
"This...this breath!" The tall and thin man's eyes widened in horror, feeling this breath of death in disbelief.
When he reacted and wanted to escape, he found that he was suppressed by the sword energy and his body could not move.
After the two sword energies of varying power passed, there was silence ahead, and even the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed by these sword energies.
Afterwards, the original tall and thin man had long since disappeared. He died directly under the Thousand Souls Blade, and even the Nascent Soul did not escape.
Dongfang Zimo floated in the air and took a deep breath. The aura on his body became much darker. After taking back all the gods' dharma and all the magic weapons, he swallowed a few pills. Dongfang Zimo continued on his way, barely daring to stop for even half a step.
Not long after he left, a demonic cloud floated over and stopped in the air, revealing a white-haired young man. Looking at the messy scene on the ground, this man actually showed a gloomy look.