The sound of the bell was loud and powerful, like a copper wall and an iron wall, blocking all the evil wind attacks of spiritual consciousness that Yan Fusheng was proud of.
"Your magical weapon is not a sword?"
Yan Fusheng couldn't help but look surprised when he saw the big clock floating above Chen Mobai's head.
You know, as a sword cultivator, whether you have a flying sword that connects your mind will have a huge impact on your combat power.
Even though there are many swordsmen who feel that they need to make up for their weaknesses other than attacks, they always use other methods and will never use their own magical weapons to make up for it.
"By the way, your kid owns a fourth-level sword from the Immortality Sect, which may be enough for use, so you made this choice for your natal magic weapon..."
But Yan Fusheng reacted immediately. The cold blue light in his eyes dimmed and turned into pitch black ink. He patted the storage bag on his waist, and a scorpion-shaped puppet appeared.
fly out.
The scorpion puppet waved its tail hook and landed heavily on the morning bell above Chen Mobai's head.
However, the colorful clouds of smoke emerged, using softness to overcome hardness, blocking the attack of Yan Fusheng's puppet. However, the tail hook was immediately withdrawn, and after accumulating power again, a faint cold light flashed out, and he stabbed one after another, triggering bursts of sonic explosions.
Zilielie!
Chen Mobai clearly understood that fighting against a figure like Yan Fusheng would require all-out efforts, so he drew the Purple Lightning Sword directly from the realm!
Accompanied by the roar of purple electricity, the scorpion puppet was caught off guard, and the stabbing tail hook was cut off. Then the sword gleamed like thunder and fell into the puppet's back, splitting it into two parts.
"A good sword, but it's a pity that after this battle, it will be my trophy!"
When Yan Fusheng saw the purple electric sword, a fourth-level sword, his eyes shone brightly and he was not afraid at all.
Naturally, Chen Mobai's expression did not change. He directly poured out the pure Yang spiritual power in his Dantian Qi sea, aroused the power of the purple electric sword to the extreme that he could control, and slashed hard at Yan Fusheng.
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Amidst the roar of thunderbolts, it seemed as if a purple sky thunder had fallen on the desert, and the scene was terrifying.
However, a monk as tall as a ghost controlled a giant puppet hand made of yellow sand and a side of soap-colored cloth, and held the purple lightning sword and thunder falling from the sky in one hand.
Amidst a dull explosion, a huge sandstorm erupted and spread in the center of the fight between the two!
The sky was full of yellow sand, and a line of purple lightning like a dragon was constantly colliding with the tall dark ghosts. The terrifying and powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy made the sandstorm grow bigger and bigger, covering the surrounding world.
After fighting four times in a row, the Purple Lightning Sword Flower suddenly exploded to its extreme, tearing a hole in the dark ghost shadow, but was also held by the puppet's giant hand and reversed its direction.
boom!
The purple electric sword light broke free, but lost control and burst out towards the spreading sandstorm outside!
The seemingly terrifying sandstorm surrounding it was suddenly cut open when faced with the purple lightning sword light, revealing the two people fighting inside.
Yan Fusheng laughed loudly, relying on his strong spiritual power to block the most ferocious attacks of the Purple Lightning Sword one by one. The soap-colored cloth covering his yellow sand hand did not know what grade of magic weapon it was.
, the aura is not obvious, but the fourth-level high-grade sword cannot pierce or cut through.
Chen Mobai's face was slightly solemn, knowing that his opponent this time was the most powerful opponent he had encountered since coming to Donghuang.
You know, even Granny Ming's Yuehua Blade keeps whining when faced with the Purple Lightning Sword.
But the stronger the opponent, the calmer Chen Mobai becomes.
There were more and more golden lines in his eyes, gradually outlining half of Yan Fusheng's outline.
After completely entering the state of Fang Cun Shu, apart from killing his opponent, he had no other distracting thoughts in his mind.
"Go to hell!"
When Yan Fusheng saw Chen Mobai's pale face, he knew that his opponent had exhausted his spiritual power, so he immediately turned from defense to offense, using his giant puppet hand, like a huge black curtain covering the sky, covering Chen Mobai.
However, in his heart, he was also amazed that Chen Mobai was indeed a genius in swordsmanship. He was able to use a fourth-level sword weapon to strike as many as four swords. If he hadn't owned the precious soap flag inherited from Mount Liujia, he might not have been able to survive it intact.
Block.
But Chen Mobai showed no expression when faced with such an attack.
Feeling the emptiness in the Dantian Qi sea again, he silently extracted the pure Yang spiritual power stored in the second spine of Wan Dharmakaya.
Then he released the purple electric sword in his palm and sent it into the sky!
Rumble!
The sword supplied by his spiritual power unleashed its magnificent and violent power unbridled, and thunder was condensed in mid-air, confronting the black sky formed by the giant hand of the puppet.
"Hahaha, you have fallen into a trap. Without this fourth-level sword, how can you face me!"
Yan Fusheng laughed loudly, and activated the power of the treasure of Mount Liujia. The black clouds suddenly spread, trapping the purple electric sword. Then he moved out in person, once again pulled out a dark yellow talisman from the storage bag, and rushed
Arriving in front of Chen Mobai.
Yan Fusheng very confidently placed the talisman in his hand on the morning bell, confident that he could suppress Chen Mobai, a third-level low-grade natal magic weapon.
And without the sword and bell, how could a mere monk in the early stages of forming pills be his opponent?
"Remember not to be my opponent in the next life!"
Yan Fusheng stood in front of Chen Mobai and spoke confidently.
He opened the five fingers of his right hand and suddenly grasped the neck of the handsome young man in front of him. Just as he was about to break his opponent's neck, a bronze mirror with a wooden frame suddenly appeared and blocked his right hand.
Another third-level magic weapon!
This guy is really rich!
This thought flashed through Yan Fusheng's mind, but he has strong confidence in his own body and cultivation. As long as it is not a fourth-level magic weapon, he has nothing to fear!
Then, his right hand directly grasped the surface of the Haotian Mirror.
Just when he was about to smash the mirror together with Chen Mobai's neck, a pure white flame with light gold rose above the mirror.
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When Yan Fusheng saw Pure Yang Fire, a unique skill that Hunyuan Ancestor used to conquer the Eastern Wasteland flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
I thought to myself that this boy's talent in swordsmanship is really amazing, even if he has mastered it!
But at this time, Yan Fusheng suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain coming from the five fingers of his right hand.
He thought it was because the temperature of the golden flame was too masculine and domineering, and the underworld spiritual power in his Dantian Qi sea surged out.
The two spiritual powers of extreme yang and extreme yin restrain each other. As long as his underworld spirit power exceeds the opponent's red flame spiritual power, the golden flame can be completely extinguished!
With this idea in mind, Yan Fusheng confidently unleashed all his spiritual power!
He wanted to crush Chen Mobai, the most talented swordsman in the Eastern Wasteland for thousands of years, into pieces in an upright duel of spiritual power!
Then, the pure Yang fire stimulated by Huangquan's spiritual power suddenly exploded to the extreme!
"No...this is not Jin Yan...ah..."
Yan Fusheng let out a violent scream, his eyes widened, and he suddenly cut off his right hand, trying to prevent the pure Yang fire from spreading throughout his body!
But Chen Mobai had already reversed the power of the Haotian Mirror, and streams of pure Yang fire poured out from the mirror, forming a fire net on Yan Fusheng's retreat route.
At this time, the golden lines in Chen Mobai's left eye had completely outlined the outline of Yan Fusheng.
As the pure Yang fire net penetrated Yan Fusheng's back, a thick black smoke accompanied by his screams rose from the wounds cut by the fire lines.
In just a few breaths, this evil giant collapsed on the sand dunes, no longer as powerful as he had been at the beginning.
"What... is this... flame..."
Yan Fusheng's eyes widened and he asked with his last breath.
Keng!
The person who answered him was Chen Mobai holding the purple electric sword thrust down.
The blade of the sword pierced Yan Fusheng's forehead, completely annihilating the last breath of life in his ghost body.
After doing all this, Chen Mobai exited the state of Fang Cun Shu.
He felt an unprecedented weakness welling up in his heart!
In order to plan this final close-range pure Yang fire sure-fire situation, he successively urged the purple electric sword to fight Yan Fusheng, so that the latter could confirm that he had really exhausted all his means.
Although spiritual power can be extracted and used from the Wan Dharmakaya at any time, the body cannot withstand the output of 100% of the spiritual power one after another.
Fortunately, after he practiced the Danfeng Chaoyang Diagram, his spiritual consciousness became much stronger, which led to Fang Cun Shu improving to a higher level, and he finally successfully completed the battle plan he had formulated at the beginning.
After all, the characteristics of pure Yang Fire, as long as it is not fatal in one blow, and Yan Fusheng knows about it, there will definitely be no second chance.
This old man is really powerful!
Chen Mobai sighed and took out a bottle of Immortality Dew. This thing was a panacea for recovery for him who had cultivated the Taoist body of Immortality.
Feeling the pure vitality flowing through his body along with the Immortality Dew, and the weakness slowly disappearing, Chen Mobai walked to Yan Fusheng's body.
Taking away the storage bag hanging from the corpse's waist, he waved his hand and a ball of golden flames and a pure Yang fire fell down!
The combined force of the two true fires quickly burned Yan Fusheng's body to ashes.
"Huh?"
After the burning, Chen Mobai found something strange among the ashes.
It was a piece of white jade, and I don’t know what it was made of. If you didn’t pay close attention, you might have thought it was a piece of bone.
But Yan Fusheng's bones could not remain intact under the burning of Chen Mobai's two true fires.
"Jade slips!?"
Chen Mobai immediately remembered the origin of this thing. His consciousness surged out, and as expected, he saw words as small as ants on it.
He had just read part of it, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
Because what is recorded on this jade slip is actually the Dharmakaya Nascent Soul!
Unexpectedly, it took no effort at all!
In this way, Zhou Shengqing only had to return to Yang Lingshui!
Surprised, Chen Mobai waved his palm to control the airflow and blew Yan Fusheng's ashes away, wanting to see if he had better luck.
But there was no more gain.
But he soon thought of Yan Fusheng's soap-colored cloth that could resist the edge of his purple electric sword. After losing the supply of spiritual power, this thing had long since fallen from the sky along with the yellow sand.
Chen Mobai looked at the vast surroundings and was not in a hurry.
He rested for a while and after recovering part of his consciousness, he used the method of searching the sky and the earth.
About a quarter of an hour later, I finally found this piece of soap-colored cloth deep in a sand dune.
Chen Mobai took a closer look and found that it seemed to be part of a flag. He didn't know what level of magic weapon the complete flag was, but the fragments alone were able to block the Purple Lightning Sword.
After using various methods to explore, nothing was gained, so Chen Mobai didn't waste time and directly put the soap-colored cloth into his own realm.
Chen Mobai wanted to open the storage bag, but considering that there was another danger, Chen Mobai decided to deal with Mount Liujia first before doing this.
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When Yu Changjian saw that it was Chen Mobai flying over, a look of despair appeared on his face.
"All of you foundation-building monks in Mount Liujia commit suicide and open the formation, and I will leave your inheritance here!"
Chen Mobai said in a cold tone, but Yu Changjian did not risk his own life to preserve the great character of the inheritance. He directly activated the full power of the fourth-level mountain protection formation, intending to fight to the end.
By this time, there was no possibility of any peace negotiation between Shenmu Sect and Liujiashan.
Chen Mobai sneered and blocked the gate of Liujia Mountain by himself.
Although he knew that with the foundation of Mount Rokko, there must be a teleportation array. Even if he was guarding here, he could not prevent the people inside from escaping.
But it was obvious that Yu Changjian had no intention of giving up on this fourth-level spiritual vein until all was exhausted.
Chen Mobai sent a message to Yan Yuanhao, the guard of Hong Kingdom, and soon after, the Shenmu Sect monks from the Three Kingdoms of the Eastern Wasteland Plateau arrived under the leadership of Zhou Wangshen.
The number of people is not that large, only five hundred people, not as good as Mount Rokko.
But half a month later, Eyun arrived with thousands of monks mobilized by the major families of the Three Kingdoms of the Eastern Wilderness. Among them, the most active ones were the five major families of the Hong Kingdom, who came out almost in full force.
The five foundation-building ancestors even denounced Liujia Mountain in front of Chen Mobai, saying that Xu Shengbing and Yu Changjian used the pill-building ancestors to bully local families like them in the early years and did not treat them as human beings. It was pity to see that they finally waited for the sacred tree.
The righteous master of the sect...
After Chen Mobai met the five people, he placed them on the front line of attacking Mount Liujia.
But the power of the fourth-order formation was indeed powerful. Their coalition forces had been attacking for three months, but they could not make any progress.
Regarding this, Chen Mobai was not anxious at all.
Because, the Shenmu Sect headquarters army led by Fu Zongjue personally arrived!
The fourth-level formation without the Danjie monks presiding over it finally began to lose its aura under the continuous bombardment of the Jiamu Taoist soldiers.
But even so, it took three thousand monks to besiege them until the end of the year before they could break the fourth-level formation.
The moment the formation broke open, monks from the five major families of the Hong Kingdom were sent in first.