There were more and more brown clouds in the sky, and three purple lightning bolts suddenly shot out from them. Their speed was almost as fast as that of the middle-aged man who was breathing fire from his mouth. When he just used it, it had already bombarded the middle-aged man.
On the man's body.
The middle-aged man instantly felt an electric current flowing through his body. A numb feeling invaded his heart, and he lost consciousness. However, he still stared at Zhuo Wenqin with wide eyes.
He was not dead, he was just struck by lightning. The spiritual power in his body seemed to be sealed by something at this moment. Without the support of spiritual power, his body fell rapidly from mid-air.
At this moment, Zhuo Wenqin's expression changed slightly, and he saw that the killing sword was suddenly out of his control and suddenly penetrated Yan Mozi's body.
Enmazi's pupils shrank violently, and then there was a look of disbelief in his eyes. As time passed quickly, all the light in his eyes dimmed in the blink of an eye.
The other three top-level Nascent Soul cultivators from Yanwu Kingdom, who noticed this scene with their spiritual consciousness, all looked at each other in awe. This scene made them horrified. The other party had actually killed a top-level Nascent Soul cultivator in such a short period of time.
The monk beheaded him. This was a monk recognized by the Yanwu Kingdom as having a cultivation level behind Master Yanwu.
In the Flame Dance Kingdom, except Master Yanwu, no one can be the opponent of Yan Mozi.
And the man in front of him actually killed Yan Mozi so easily. How weird is this?
The three monks had only one thought at this moment, and that was to escape.
Zhuo Wenqin's expression quickly recovered. Just now, he clearly felt that there was an idea hidden in the killing sword. This idea was not very powerful, so it was suppressed by him just a moment after it rushed out.
Lived.
He moved his left hand towards the Killing Sword, and the ancient sword flashed red and quickly rushed towards the middle-aged man who had just fallen.
When they saw this scene, the head of the Qi Po Sect and the old woman's eyes flickered with bitter looks on their faces. They did not expect that this killing sword was so powerful, nor did they expect that this so-called killing sword would be used by Zhuo Wenqin.
hold.
At this moment, three more bolts of lightning suddenly shot out from within the brown cloud, and these three bolts of lightning struck towards the middle-aged man who was standing behind him. The middle-aged man's footsteps suddenly stopped in the air, and his steps suddenly stopped.
The black hair on the top of his head suddenly stood up, looking like a Rakshasa ghost.
White flames suddenly burst into flames from under Zhuo Wenqin's feet. Seeing this, Zhuo Wenqin continued to chase the two top-level Nascent Soul stage female cultivators. His footsteps were extremely fast, and only a few residual streaks were left in Changtian.
mark.
And the speed of the two female cultivators was not slow at all. They did not dare to slow down. If they were even the slightest bit slower, their lives would be in danger.
Two blue lights and shadows in the distance are also chasing here quickly. They are also female cultivators, and their cultivation levels are at the same Nascent Soul stage.
"Dad..." At this time, in the Yin Yuan Sect camp, a woman frowned slightly. This woman was wearing a white shirt and carrying a green long sword on her back. This sword was given to Chong Peng by Xuan Mu.
, let the insect pod be handed over to Yin Ning.
Following Yin Ning's gaze to the south, a middle-aged man could be seen. The middle-aged man's body was emitting bursts of burning energy. As the burning energy dissipated, the air around him became distorted.
The middle-aged man was wearing a red short shirt and a pair of fiery red trousers. His cultivation level and that of Chongpeng belonged to the upper-level Nascent Soul stage. After feeling a familiar breath lingering in the air, his eyes
He also turned and glanced at the woman in white shirt.
After seeing the woman in the white shirt, his pupils shrank slightly and his expression quickly returned to normal.
………………
At this time, under the Soul Refining Cliff.
A ball of white light became brighter and brighter. As the white light gradually condensed, a humanoid shadow could be seen walking downstream of the Soul Refining Cliff.
This Yuanying is clearly the Yuanying of Xuanmu. On top of its Yuanying, there are streaks of electric light flashing and making a "sizzling" sound.
Xuanmu finally regained consciousness, and now he no longer felt any discomfort with the lightning under the Soul Refining Cliff. Instead, he discovered that there were streaks of lightning hidden in the Nascent Soul.
These electric lights gradually became stronger. He tried to transform into a human form, but found that he could not transform into a real human form, but was just a shadow of himself. He gradually condensed the electric lights in Yuanying and drew them into threads.
.Condensed according to the previous layout of meridians in the body.
As the meridians appeared in the body, the blood vessels were condensed. Without the killing sword, he didn't think he could condense the blood vessels.
Therefore, he decided to go out to find a physical body and condense his own physical body.
"The soul can still be borrowed from the corpse. Young Master, the spiritual power in my Yuanying is so rich that it has now condensed meridians. I believe it is not a big deal to condense the physical body." Xuanmu thought to himself, and quickly began to refine himself.
Break out of the soul cliff.
This soul refining cliff will be visited again after he condenses his physical body.
More than a hundred miles west of this Soul Refining Cliff is where the Silver Lightning Sect is. Xuanmu doesn't know who the ancestor of the Silver Lightning Sect is. He just wants to find a sect nearby and kill a few.
A monk then refines a physical body.
As for why Zhuo Wenqin chose the Silver Lightning Sect so close to Soul Refining Cliff, it was probably to facilitate his practice.
But he never thought that this was retribution. Now, retribution has come to his sect.
That retribution really stood in the sky above his Silver Lightning Sect, and a cold and evil aura could not help but spread out.
At this time, the twenty monks in the Silver Electric Sect all looked at each other in confusion.
They simply couldn't see through the person's cultivation. And the other person was coming with such force that all the monks were afraid to express their anger. They stared blankly at the ghost-like shadow that was coming.
"Silver Lightning Sect?" The voice was like thunder, coming from the shadow of Xuan Mu. He has no physical body, so speaking is naturally very inconvenient. He can only send out his spiritual thoughts.
"Are you a human, a ghost or a demon?" One of the leaders of the Silver Electric Sect immediately shouted, his voice trembling, obviously extremely frightened. His face was in mourning, as if he was mourning for a heir. He was wearing silver armor, with a
A long silver cloak looks particularly funny.
Xuanmu did not answer, but flew towards the other party.
The leader was immediately frightened and panicked. He looked pale and said quickly: "Senior, please forgive me. My master is Zhuo Wenqin."
"Zhuo Wenqin?" Xuanmu's body suddenly paused.
Upon seeing this, the leader of the Silver Lightning Sect showed a hint of joy on his face, and said somewhat triumphantly: "Are you afraid? If you dare to kill my monks of the Silver Lightning Sect? My master will never spare you! Then you can
Xuanmu, who killed eight top-level Nascent Soul monks with one person, all died under my master's spells."
When Xuanmu heard this, his expression remained motionless, but he sat down cross-legged in mid-air. He looked at the head of the Silver Lightning Sect with interest, as if he were looking at a clown.
The head of the Silver Electric Sect was completely unaware at this time, only feeling that he was speaking with gusto, and said: "Who are you? Although your cultivation level is higher than mine, you are by no means my master's opponent. Don't say you want to kill me.
We wait, even if he touches one of my hair, he will never be able to survive in the dreamland."
Next to the leader, there was a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. When the young man heard this, he rolled his eyes and said quickly: "What our leader said is really shocking. How dare a little bastard like you dare to do this?"
My Yin Dian Sect is rampant? Where did you come from? Go to where you are."
"Oh..., I, Xuanmu, only call myself young master, how dare you call me master in front of my young master? How brave are you?" Xuanmu shouted loudly, and his powerful spiritual thoughts quickly spread in the air.
"What...? What?" The young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was obviously a little unresponsive. He frowned and then sneered: "Don't pretend to be a ghost here. The real Xuanmu has long since died under the spell of my ancestor.
Who do you think you are? How dare you be as famous as my ancestor?"
The head of the Silver Electric Sect did not speak, but looked at Xuan Mu with slight surprise.
Seeing this, the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek quickly stepped towards Xuanmu and said with a sneer: "With your level of cultivation, how dare you come to break into our Silver Electric Sect? Get out of here, sir, otherwise, if the leader is angry, you will be killed.
Then you won’t be able to eat anymore and walk away.”
"Seeking death." When Xuanmu said these two words, he still showed a warm smile, because he felt that this was the most ridiculous thing in his life. It was indeed too ridiculous, he said,
There was a long black and white sword slashing at the young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
This young man's cultivation level is not low, and he is actually in the intermediate Nascent Soul stage. When he saw this long sword flashing with black and white light rushing out, his whole face changed drastically. The word "panic" was clearly visible on his face.
on his face.
"Master, help me!" Upon seeing this, the young man immediately shouted and quickly hid in the Silver Lightning Sect's formation.
At this time, the leader who was in the Yindian Sect's protective formation had a look of unbearable expression on his face and sighed: "Don't blame the leader for not helping you, I just blame you for not being able to control your mouth. Moreover.
I can’t resist the other party’s cultivation level. So you can only ask for your own blessings.”
"Master, I know I was wrong. I usually talk too much. Just because your disciple has flattered you so much, take action once and save your disciple's life!" The sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked boy said.
As he roared, the black and white light above his head became increasingly intense.
The black and white light quickly turned into a long snake. There were black and white lines on the long snake, just like a silver-ringed python. As soon as the snake came out, it started to devour the young man.
The boy's body stiffened in mid-air, and he had lost consciousness.
The silver-ringed python just spit out a faint poisonous gas, and soon turned into a spiritual snake sword, hanging high in the sky. The shocked Silver Electric Sect monks were motionless.