In these black mists, there are bursts of cries of evil spirits, like a huge quagmire, dragging the Buwen layman and Fang Liren into it bit by bit.
At this moment, both of them tried their best to use their body-protecting spiritual shields, but they still couldn't stop the ghost energy in the black mist, which was slowly corroded away.
"It's actually the power of the Netherworld Ghost Temple. It seems that we have underestimated these remnants of the Nine Nether Alliance!" Fang Liren's face was solemn. While making a seal with one hand, he recalled the purple hill and crossed it above the two people's heads.
The black mist collided with the purple mountain, and the two were stagnant in mid-air. However, bursts of green smoke emerged from the purple mountain, and cracks appeared. Obviously, it could not last long.
When the layman saw this, he immediately returned the sword to its sheath and pulled out a third long sword from his waist.
This long sword was thick and edgeless, and both sides of the blade were gray and defeated. It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. However, the dog-headed wanderer had a solemn expression on his face. He slowly raised the long sword above his head, and then slashed into the void.
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As he swung the sword, a phantom of a long sword condensed with pure murderous aura appeared in mid-air. The temperature of the entire underground hall dropped sharply. Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their whole body's energy and blood were numb.
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The phantom of this long sword fell from mid-air and struck directly at the thirty-two Golden Core cultivators on the opposite side!
Tang Huan, Li Kuang, and the monks from the Nine Nether Alliance behind them never expected that this dog-headed wanderer could deliver such a sharp blow, and their faces changed drastically.
However, they are now in the formation, and it is absolutely impossible for them to escape individually. They can only grit their teeth and pour all their mana into the formation.
The black mist in mid-air was getting thicker and thicker, but most of it was used to defend Buwen Jushi's sword, and only a small part was still attacking Fang Liren's purple hill.
Offense is also part of defence!
He ignored the layman's attack and used offense instead of defense, which relieved Fang Liren from most of the pressure.
Fang Liren did not dare to neglect, he hurriedly chanted the incantation and injected wisps of mana into the purple mountain, slowly repairing the cracks on it.
The layman Bu Wen attacked with all his strength, and Fang Liren defended desperately. A subtle stalemate gradually formed between the two people from Wushuang City and the many monks from the Nine Nether Alliance.
An invisible pressure swept across the surroundings, and the blood river was churning unsteadily, as if it was about to boil in the next moment.
Liang Yan was in the battlefield of the Jindan monks. Even though he was only hiding in a dark corner, he was under great pressure at this moment. His muscles and bones were rattling. Even with the Tianji Pearl and the "Yuanmu Dao" spell, he could no longer hide it at this moment.
Hiding form.
Naturally, everyone noticed something strange. Several monks from the Nine Nether Alliance turned around and saw Liang Yan hiding in a corner of the cave on the wall, and their expressions turned grim.
"I didn't expect that rats would come in this place of blood sacrifice. How brave you are!" Li Kuang looked at Liang Yan and said through gritted teeth.
It's just that even though these people hate Liang Yan with all their teeth and want to skin him and remove his bones, they are unable to do so at this moment.
Because they were all deeply trapped in the formation they had arranged, although this 'Xuanyin Ghost Temple Formation' could resist the two major monks in Wushuang City, it also made them unable to take care of Liang Yan's side.
Liang Yan, a monk in the middle stage of the Juyuan Realm, was of no importance in front of the many powerful people of the Golden Core Realm in mid-air. Even if some people were angry, they would only glare at him and focus on the battlefield in front of them.
As for Fang Liren and Buwen Jushi, they were a little surprised. Although Fang Liren was in a dangerous situation, after seeing Liang Yan appear, he still smiled slightly and said: "Little brother, we meet again!"
Seeing that he could no longer hide, Liang Yan simply walked out openly, bowed his hands to the two people in Wushuang City and said: "The two seniors have been running for Nanchui's safety, and this time they have gone deep into the tiger's den. Liang admires them.
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After hearing this, Fang Liren smiled boldly and said: "Haha! We are nothing! This little brother cares about the safety of the people and breaks into this place with his cultivation level in the Juyuan Realm. This is what a man does. We two brothers sincerely admire him.
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Liang Yan's face darkened when he heard this, and he felt extremely embarrassed.
"Bullshit on all the people in the world, I was tricked into this by a witch!"
However, he changed his mind and thought to himself: "Now that they are fighting at the most intense moment, if I take this opportunity to escape, I am afraid no one will stop me!"
The reason why he had been hiding in the dark just now was because the exit was full of ghost guards from Guimeng. Now no one had time to care about him, and even if those guards were alerted, no one would come to trouble him.
After thinking about this, Liang Yan moved his steps lightly and planned to escape in the direction he came from.
"Little brother, they are unable to move now. I know you are a sword cultivator. All you need to do is strike the two people in the center of the formation with your sword, and we will surely take them down in one fell swoop!" Fang Liren didn't wait for him to make a move.
He shouted first.
"you dare!"
Li Kuang and Tang Huan glared at the same time, as if to warn Liang Yan that if he acted rashly, he would be dead!
When Liang Yan heard what Fang Liren said, he felt a little shaken in his heart. Although he put his own safety as the first priority in everything, he could not help but think carefully about the destruction of the Ghost Division and the harm to the common people in the south.
He raised his head and looked at the two sides in a stalemate, with several thoughts going back and forth in his mind.
"The monks of the Nine Nether Alliance saw me showing up, but they didn't attack. It's obvious that they are really out of their depth! If I take this opportunity to give them a sword, can I stop this catastrophe?"
As soon as this thought appeared, it was suppressed by another thought in my mind.
"No! The worst among the monks here are the ones with golden elixir cultivation. Not to mention whether my sword can kill the golden elixir monks. Even if I can really kill one or two, when their formation is broken, the first thing I will do is to kill them.
I'm venting my anger! Even if Fang Liren and Buwen are extremely capable, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to save even one Juyuan realm monk from the hands of so many Jindan monks!"
Liang Yan wavered back and forth between saving the people of Nanchui and saving his own life. In the end, he gritted his teeth, raised his hands to Fang Liren and Buwen layman and said:
"Two seniors, please forgive me."
He had just finished speaking half of his words, and before he could say the rest, he suddenly heard two crisp crashing sounds.
Although the voice was soft, everyone in the venue heard it clearly. Liang Yan's heart moved and he turned around to look, and sure enough he saw that the remaining two of the five oil lamps had completely shattered.
At this point, all five oil lamps were extinguished, and a dark wind suddenly blew in the huge underground space.
"Hahaha! Yungang Sect and Huang Jue Palace! The last two seals have also been broken! The five great sages have obtained it and are ready to welcome Master Gui Si!"
Li Kuang's laughter was harsh and unpleasant. At the same time, the sealing rune deep in the ground completely disappeared, and an indescribable aura of terror swept out!
