The old man in white robe shook the Buddha dust, and a hurricane dozens of feet long swept out.
The other three elders either offered axes or held swords and staffs, and started fighting Dongfang Zimo again.
Several clusters of rays of light flew out of Dongfang Zimo's body, and the Wind Spirit Pipa, the Silver Wheel Blade, and the pair of swords also floated in the air.
With Dongfang Zimo's seal, the Qiankun Umbrella blew out a strange wind again.
However, those people were already on guard, and the moment the strange wind appeared, they each used their magical powers to extinguish it.
Dongfang Zimo grabbed his hands, and the wind spirit pipa appeared in his hands. A mysterious sound and a melodious melody were transmitted.
"This is..." A man with a thin face and dark skin stiffened, as if he was frozen in place.
The other three elders also slowed down their movements, their expressions changed, and they used all the mana in their bodies to isolate the discomfort.
The thin man held a staff encrusted with gems and shot out a beam of light.
The white-robed old man waved his Buddha dust and recited the Dharma. The Buddha dust rolled down into tens of thousands of rays of light and shot out.
The old man with a long beard is holding a sword, and with a firm squeeze, hundreds of flying swords appear.
The last middle-aged man in blue robes condensed a dharma-like shadow more than ten feet tall, and held a huge ax and struck in the direction of Dongfang Zimo.
Facing the thunderous means used by these people, Dongfang Zimo's expression became stern. He summoned the Thousand Soul Blade, and the gods' magic signs behind him also condensed out, slashing out two terrifying sword auras at the same time.
The attacks performed by the four elders of Shuiyun Pavilion were instantly wiped out by the bombardment of these two sword energies. The bearded old man and the middle-aged man in blue robe were evaporated directly because they were closer to the sword energy.
The remaining old man in white robe and the thin man turned into a rainbow in fear and fled from here, but they were still severely injured by the aftermath of the sword energy.
"This is impossible!" Shen Meng was originally sitting cross-legged in the air to regulate his injuries, but not only did he not dodge under the terrifying sword energy just now, but he actually aggravated his previous injuries.
After Dongfang Zimo used the Thousand Souls Blade, most of his mana was instantly drained. When he saw that all those who were in the way were beaten away by him, Dongfang Zimo turned his eyes and landed on Shen Meng in the distance.
Shen Meng, who was stagnant on the spot, also noticed Dongfang Zimo's murderous eyes, his heart trembled and he ran away in a hurry.
Dongfang Zimo's face was cold and he chased after him.
The low-level monks in Shuiyun Pavilion in the distance were even more frightened by this scene, and they all retreated and did not dare to come forward.
Seeing Dongfang Zimo getting closer and closer to him, Shen Meng was frightened and angry, turned around and slapped a palm, and a huge palm print suddenly shot out.
Seeing this, Dongfang Zimo easily avoided it with just a dodge.
The huge golden palm print hit a mountain peak, and the entire mountain collapsed directly, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.
Dongfang Zimo raised his eyebrows, swung the Thousand Soul Blade again, and several strands of dead soul sword energy shot out.
"Ah! My life is at stake!" Shen Meng felt a breath of death surge into his heart.
At this critical moment, a golden dragon flew out to stand in front of Shen Meng, but it actually resisted under the wash of the Soul Sword Qi.
The golden dragon's aura was dim, and it exploded with a roar, turning into two split dragon-headed golden shields that fell into the air and were completely destroyed.
An old and excited voice suddenly came from above a certain mountain peak, and a moment later a flash of light appeared above Dongfang Zimo, revealing a short old man with a wrinkled face.
"Greetings to the Supreme Elder!" Shen Meng, the dwarf old man, flew over and bowed with joy on his face.
The other two golden elixir monks who were seriously injured also ran over excitedly and stood humbly behind the dwarf old man.
However, the Supreme Elder ignored these people, and instead stared at the dark sword in Dongfang Zimo's hand with gleaming eyes.
"It really is a magical treasure that reaches the sky! I didn't expect that even my magical weapon, the Soul-Eating Dragon Shield, couldn't withstand this sword." The old dwarf gradually became excited. He raised his hand and a big hand appeared next to Dongfang Zimo and was about to kill him. He captured him.
But before he could take action, he was killed by a ghost claw that was several times bigger than this big hand.
A black cloud flew out from the Thousand Souls Blade, and the ghost king appeared.
"What! In the early stage of Yuanying! You actually sealed the Ghost King into a sword soul!" The old dwarf didn't take Dongfang Zimo seriously at first, but when the Ghost King appeared, his heart suddenly sank, and he stared at the Ghost King with a solemn expression. .
"Your Excellency actually knows the cultivation level of this ghost king. You must be self-aware. As long as you hand over that person, I will leave naturally." Dongfang Zimo pointed at Shen Meng and said coldly.
Chen Meng's face was already pale at this moment. He really didn't expect Dongfang Zimo to be so capable of subduing a ghost king by his side, and he didn't show his true strength in the duel just now.
"Hehe! You have such a strong tone. You killed so many elders of Shuiyun Pavilion and you still want to run away? But if you hand over the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, I can consider letting you leave safely." The old dwarf laughed evilly and said When he got to the Tongtian Lingbao, he couldn't help but show greed.
As soon as these words came out, all the monks in Shuiyun Pavilion immediately started talking about it.
"Tiantian Lingbao! I didn't expect that this rumored thing would actually appear in that person's hand."
"What is the Tongtian Lingbao..."
"Killing two elders and then letting them go would undermine the authority of Shuiyun Pavilion..."
Although these people spoke very quietly, there was no one present who was not a master of cultivation, so they naturally heard all these gossips.
"If you want the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, it depends on whether you have the life to take it." Dongfang Zimo said in a cold voice with a calm expression.
"In that case, then the old man's Nascent Soul can be taken by me!" Upon hearing Dongfang Zimo's tone, the Ghost King said to Dongfang Zimo with joy in his heart. Now he needs to recover from his injuries in urgent need of recovery. After cultivating back, the best and fastest way is to devour Nascent Soul to enhance his strength.
"Of course, it's a great supplement." Dongfang Zimo agreed with a sneer.
Upon hearing this, the Ghost King could no longer hold back and turned into a ball of violent energy and rushed over. With a roar, he appeared in front of the old dwarf and waved five rays of light.
"Presumptuous!" The dwarf old man was startled by the other party's words and actions, and a gold and silver talisman flew out, emitting a dazzling light.
Under the sound of an explosion, the Ghost King was knocked back several steps, and the dwarf old man took the opportunity to disappear on the spot. The next moment, he appeared above Dongfang Zimo, grabbing his head with a flash of light from his five fingers.
Dongfang Zimo was shocked, and a ball of demon soul flame flew out with a flick of his sleeve.
"Ah!" The moment the dwarf old man touched the Demonic Soul Flame, he let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and stepped back several hundred feet, condensing a layer of protection on his body with a flash of inspiration.