It seemed that the third level of the sky was much more dangerous than he imagined, and Xuanmu quickly made a decision at this time. He grabbed a bottle of Shengxian Dan and poured it into his mouth, and then quickly refined it.
Normally, he only needs to meditate and circulate for seven days. But now it is the time of fighting, and without delay, he can only use Shengxian Dan instead of meditating and absorbing.
With the rapid movement of spiritual power in his body, he seemed to have found the feeling he had when practicing "Mu Lian Jue" again. He suddenly stood up in the air and grabbed the killing sword with his right hand. Then he saw
White light flashed rapidly in the air. This scene was so fast that it could only be described as lightning speed.
The moment the white light paused, the red light exploded. A withered skeleton appeared in the air.
His body flew out in the air again, and the speed was eye-popping. You must know that when Xuanmu was practicing "Mu Lian Jue", he could fly a hundred miles in one minute at the fastest. For him, this distance of a hundred feet was only
But it can be reached in less than a second.
When his body stopped in the air again, another red light exploded in the air. Another male cultivator was killed by Xuanmu. The reason why Xuanmu was not in a hurry to attack the female cultivator was because he felt that the female cultivator
It was also a last resort. He believed that after killing these five male cultivators, he would definitely be able to scare the female cultivator.
Xuanmu paused at this moment, looked at the last male cultivator coldly, and said coldly: "Do you want me to kill you? Or commit suicide?"
As soon as he finished speaking, before the male cultivator could speak again, Xuanmu was already in front of the male cultivator. He stopped four feet in front of the male cultivator.
The male cultivator had a handsome face, but his eyes were a little small. Seeing Xuanmu appearing in front of him at close range, there was a trace of uneasiness in his expression. He blurted out: "What are you going to do?"
Anyone who can ascend to the third heaven is certainly not a small character. With his scheming skills, he saw that Xuanmu did not kill him. Naturally, he understood that Xuanmu kept him useful.
Xuanmu grinned and showed an innocent smile. He stretched out his index fingers and shook them. "No, you are wrong. I am waiting for you to commit suicide!"
"Little bastard." The male cultivator's face suddenly darkened. A very strange light suddenly erupted from his body, and the essence and blood in his body suddenly started to circulate. An aura that destroyed the world emanated from this cultivator's body.
come out.
"Do you want to self-destruct?" Xuanmu's mouth curled up, revealing a sarcastic smile. How many people have wanted to self-destruct in front of Xuanmu. So far, no monk has been able to succeed, and this person will not be an exception.
"Was it fun to chase me just now? Do you really don't want to live anymore?"
Xuanmu's two sentences seemed unable to connect together, but the male cultivator seemed to understand Xuanmu's meaning. There was a struggle in his eyes, and he asked with a hint of hope: "Junior, I know I was wrong.
I still have a lot of seniors to play with. Let the juniors live, and you can do whatever you want them to do."
"Okay, I like you like this." Xuanmu laughed, and suddenly looked at the five female cultivators standing in mid-air with a gloomy look, and said coldly: "You guys, come over here."
When the five female cultivators heard this, their expressions were complicated, some were surprised, some were surprised, and some looked disappointed. However, they all flew towards Xuanmu without hesitation, and a female cultivator as pretty as a peach blossom appeared.
He immediately put on a smile and said with a chuckle: "Haha...! The junior is willing to go through fire and water for the senior, no matter what. Even if the senior wants the junior's person, the junior is willing to do it."
"Oh?"
Play a hunting game, and if you can avoid it, then go back and tell the Lord of Dugu Castle that I, Xuanmu, am here waiting for him, and ask him to come see me with the treasure."
"Junior, I obey." The male cultivator nodded obediently, looking frightened.
"Okay. Then you fly out fifty miles first and see if I can catch up with you and kill you within a hundred miles." Xuanmu sneered and waved his right hand casually.
Hearing this, the male cultivator nodded repeatedly and thought to himself: "What kind of trick did this kid play? Does he really want to leave me and go back to report the message? But will he be the opponent of the castle master? You must know that the castle master is
I am in the Mahayana stage. Could it be that this boy dares to use his arms as a chariot? He will definitely not let me stay, and he will definitely kill me. Otherwise, when the castle master finds out, he will definitely die."
While he was thinking very tangledly, he quickly fled towards the northwest. As soon as his body flashed, he saw shadows left in the sky.
"Are you running so slowly? Do you not want to live anymore?" Xuanmu's voice echoed across the sky.
Suddenly, an old man emerged from a spiritual tree. The old man's body was covered in patches, but Xuanmu carefully discovered that each patch on this set of clothes had a set of restrictions that he couldn't understand. The rules of restrictions are better than words.
It also needs to be subtle and complex, with many clever combinations just like the combination of words. Each different combination has a completely different attack and defense power. The old man's silver hair fell down from his head, and he looked like an octogenarian.
He looks like an old man, but his face is red.
The old man showed a very peaceful smile, looked at Xuanmu carefully, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you dare to touch the monks of Dugu Castle. I like it. The Lord of Dugu Castle is coming soon, you kid, you have to be careful."
Xuanmu frowned, he didn't believe that the old man was a good person. Immediately, he showed a smile to the old man and said: "What is your cultivation level?"
"Cultivation? You can't see through my cultivation." The octogenarian smiled with a rather mysterious look. Suddenly he seemed to remember something and said: "That sword of yours...!"
Before he could finish his words, he saw Xuanmu's eyes staring at him with murderous intent. The old man's playful expression immediately subsided. He didn't know what he was thinking.
"Senior..." The five female cultivators stood respectfully ten feet away from Xuanmu.
Hearing this, Xuanmu turned around, glanced at the five female cultivators, and asked: "What kind of power is Dugu Castle? What kind of cultivation is the master of the castle? You have to tell me at the same time."
"Senior, Dugu Castle is a castle within five thousand miles of here. Dugu Ao is the master of the castle, and his cultivation level is in the Immortal Body Mahayana stage." The five female cultivators answered at the same time. Xuanmu listened to several people's answers.
have to be basically the same.
"The one you just killed was Dugu Ao's only son in the third heaven, Dugu Ba." One of the female cultivators couldn't help but remind him.
"I understand." Xuanmu nodded, and turned to stare coldly in the northwest. He jumped up, and saw the sudden flash of the dragon, which stopped fifty miles away.
In three minutes, his body paused for a moment, and then he slashed down with his sword towards the monk who was twenty miles away in front of him.
The light flashed, and the sword light drew sharply in the air. Obviously it couldn't hit that far, at most one or two hundred feet away. The reason why he did this was just to scare the monk. Since it was a game, he
Gotta have a good time.
His figure flashed in the air again. When his body stopped again in mid-air, he was already twenty miles away. His naked eyes could already see the desperately escaping figure several miles away.
.
He raised the killing sword in his right hand, and struck down one sword after another. Sword lights rushed out in the air quickly. Xuanmu's body was not slow, and he caught up with him three miles away, looking at the people a hundred feet away.
The monk shouted coldly: "Why don't you run away quickly? Do you really want to die?"
Even though he said this, he showed no mercy at all. He held the sword in his right hand and swung it out one after another. A sword light struck behind the monk, directly blasting away the protective light on his body, and his body was blasted forward.
Fang flew more than ten feet away.
"Hurry...! Hurry...! Can you go faster?" Xuanmu chased after him crazily. As he spoke, several more rays of sword light rushed out from the killing sword in his hand.
The bombardment hit the monk's back without any surprise, and there was a burst of severe pain from the monk's back. His face finally showed a ferocious look. He paused in the air, staring at Xuan Mu who was catching up with him with red eyes. "
Damn you, you idiot."
He was teased, and his heart was full of anger. He opened his right hand, and a giant tree with golden light appeared in front of him. Runes flashed on the giant tree. The giant tree suddenly moved at this time, moving towards the mysterious tree.
It crashed down from the top of his head. The giant tree was a magic weapon refined from the 100-meter-long spiritual tree in the jungle. Its power cannot be underestimated.
I saw Xuanmu holding his sword and slashing down at the center of the giant tree. With a crash, the killing sword quickly cut into the giant tree, forcibly cutting this tree which was a hundred feet long and seven or eight feet wide.
The giant tree split into two parts.
When the giant tree was suddenly split open, the monk's expression changed drastically. He naturally expected that the sword in Xuanmu's hand was something serious, but it still surprised him that it was broken into two halves so quickly. He thought it could be done
Taking advantage of this to delay Xuanmu for some time, he could escape with his life. He could already feel Dugu Ao's aura coming towards this.
If he could delay Dao Guao's arrival, his life might be saved. But at this time, he already showed a look of despair.
"Why don't you run away? Are you going to give up like this?" Xuanmu said in a mocking tone. He raised the killing sword in his hand with a sneer and pretended to cut it down with one strike. "If you don't run away yet, I will strike with this sword."
It’s about to be chopped off.”
The monk's face was ferocious, and his face turned red with anger. He suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, and then hit the Xuanmu where it was.
"Alas...! I gave up like this. I misjudged the person." Xuanmu sighed, looked at the monk who was about to self-destruct, grabbed the killing sword with his right hand, stabbed it into his belly, and killed him.
A red light flashed on the sword, and then another withered skeleton fell from the sky.
Xuanmu blew on the killing sword, looked at the ancient sword, and looked at the rich blood light on the fourth crystal. He murmured: "When can the fifth crystal be condensed?"