This Jedi land is more depressing than the sword tombs outside the swamp, because the Yin evil is an extremely Yin evil force dominated by death energy, which is much richer than the death energy in the blood evil. These death energy invades everyone's body and body all the time.
The faint whimpering sounds made people even more confused.
The dry land was devoid of any vitality and was gray-brown. A section of dead bones protruded from the sand. The gray-white bones were mottled by wind erosion. A half-cut sword was stuck upside down on the ground. The sword body had been rusted by the years and was indistinguishable.
No metallic luster.
"Flower? There is a flower here!"
"Why do flowers grow in this damn place?"
A burst of noise came from the front, and many spirit sword masters gathered around a place and pointed. Mo Wen looked around and saw a small flower stubbornly poking out from the gray-brown soil among a pile of dead bones.
The rhizome holds a white flower.
"What kind of flower is this? Why haven't I seen it before? It can't be a spiritual grass?"
A spiritual swordsman in the middle stage of his sword vein grabbed the white flower with burning eyes, apparently about to pluck it.
But Wan Zhongyi, who was walking in front, had a sudden change of expression, and directly activated his spirit sword to slash out, the thick earth-yellow sword light shrouding the head of the mid-level sword master.
"Ah You……"
The spirit sword master only had time to let out a half-shriek before the sword light enveloped his entire body, and his entire body was crushed into a pile of rotten flesh by the thick earth-moving sword light.
Wan Zhongyi took the spirit sword master's sword pouch in his hand and glanced around the other spirit sword masters with sharp eyes: "Are you turning a deaf ear to my words?"
Many spirit sword masters showed dissatisfaction on their faces and stared angrily at Wan Zhongyi. If the other party did not give a reasonable explanation this time, they would probably rebel immediately.
Wan Zhong looked with disdain in his eyes: "A bunch of idiots! Do you know what this is? This is a flower of the other side where the dead and the dead live together! If you get touched by its pollen, you will wait for the dead to come to your door!"
As soon as these words came out, many spirit sword masters who had been excited just now turned pale. Things like undead are more terrifying than evil spirits. They are the incarnations of "death". They are ghosts of the underworld that walk in the world and can corrode all vitality in the world.
Wherever it passes, life will be extinguished and all things will become dead.
"Leave here now. Since there is Flower of the Other Side here, there must be undead nearby! All spirit sword masters who practice the Fire Movement Zhiyang Sword Art or the Wood Movement Sword Art are walking on the outside. People who are not such sword art are also ready to come.
Yang Sword Talisman, if you see a suspicious presence, kill it with all your strength immediately, don’t let them get close!”
Wan Zhongyi solemnly issued the order. This time, no one spoke against him. Everyone supported him. More than 30 people hurriedly left here.
However, the further we walked, the more withered bones appeared on the road. Little white flowers took root among the withered bones and fluttered in the wind. Their cute appearance made people’s scalp numb. I don’t know how many people were buried in this Jedi land back then.
The ancients who have been dead for thousands of years, as well as the modern spirit sword masters who came to explore in recent hundreds of years, are enough to give birth to a very large base of undead beings.
All the spirit sword masters involuntarily took out the spirit swords from their sword pouches, held the sword hilt tightly, and urged the sword spirit to turn into a ball of soft spiritual light to surround themselves. Perhaps this was the only way to comfort their hearts.
"Second brother, third sister, how many fire and wood sword talismans do you have?" Wei Linfeng asked in a low voice to the two younger siblings.
Li Yuansong shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I only have nine, and three of them were found on the Yi market with great difficulty before. They are all first-class and low-grade goods. I don't know if they will work or not."
Xie Qingzhu said: "I have seven coins, but I only found two on the Yi market."
Wei Linfeng nodded: "When you enter Jedi exploration, everyone naturally prepares sword talismans with two attributes. It would be good if you can find them. I practice the Mu Xing Sword Art, so I don't need sword talismans. Third sister, my ten
You hold both sword talismans."
"Brother..."
"Needless to say, you are practicing the Earth Sword Technique, and you have just advanced to the middle stage, and your foundation is not yet stable, so you need sword talismans to defend yourself. Second brother, you are practicing the Fire Sword Technique, and the sword talismans are not very useful.
To Third Sister."
Li Yuansong nodded and took out his nine fire sword talismans.
"What kind of sword art does Brother Wen practice? Are the sword talismans well prepared?" Xie Qingzhu suddenly remembered something and asked Mo Wen who was falling at the back.
Mo Wen smiled faintly: "I practice Fire Sword Technique, so I don't need sword talismans."
"How did this happen? You only have the initial cultivation level of sword veins. You can't sustain it for long with your cultivation level. You need these sword talismans for emergency use." Xie Qingzhu separated half of the sword talismans and handed them over.
Mo Wen's eyes flickered, he shook his head, pushed the sword talisman back, reached out and grabbed a cloth bag that appeared in his hand.
"These things may be useful to you." Mo Wen stuffed the cloth bag into Xie Qingzhu's hands, and then walked forward faster.
"Brother Wen!" Xie Qingzhu called out urgently, but Mo Wen walked very quickly, and in the blink of an eye he was at the front of the team, with more than ten people separated in the middle.
Wei Linfeng and Li Yuansong looked at each other and were a little confused about Mo Wen's performance. Was it because of Wan Zhongyi's decision to break the pot?
Xie Qingzhu untied the cloth bag, and dozens of green and red sword talismans came into view. He couldn't help but let out an exclamation. Then he immediately realized that he had lost his composure, covered the cloth bag again, and looked around like a thief.
My heart was beating violently.
"What's wrong, Third Sister?"
Wei Linfeng and Li Yuansong don't know why the little sister has become so weird?
Xie Qingzhu took a few deep breaths, tried to calm down his emotions, and whispered: "Brother Wen gave us some sword talismans."
"Sword Talisman?" The two of them were even more confused. Now everyone wants to have more life-saving means, the better, and now there are still people pushing these life-saving things out!
"It's just some sword talismans, so there's no need for such a big reaction?" Li Yuansong asked doubtfully.
Xie Qingzhu smiled bitterly: "If it is an ordinary sword talisman, that's it. These are dozens of first-order mid-to-high-grade sword talismans! I really don't know how he has so many high-level sword talismans?"
"What?" Wei Linfeng and Li Yuansong took a breath, completely shocked this time.
"There are a total of forty-one fire sword talismans and thirty-three wood sword talismans. More than half of them are first-grade high-grade ones, and the rest are medium-grade."
After counting the pack of sword talismans, the three of them took a deep breath again. This pack was worth twenty or thirty-one level spiritual stones! How could an ordinary early-stage sword cultivator have such a huge wealth? Several people couldn't help but wonder.
Thinking about the easy market again, Mo Wen insisted on buying the black stone sword, and what he took out was also worth the twenty-first level spiritual stone!
Suddenly, Mo Wen was covered in layers of fog in their eyes. This young spirit sword master who was quite immature in the world of spirit sword masters now began to become mysterious and unpredictable.
"Brother, have you noticed that Brother Wen doesn't have any spirit sword master's aura fluctuations on his body?" Li Yuansong said solemnly.
Wei Linfeng glanced at him: "What do you mean?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Li Yuansong's eyes: "He is definitely not in the early stage of Sword Vein! You forgot that day in Yishi, the three of us couldn't bear Wan Zhongyi's spiritual pressure, but he talked to Wan Zhongyi as if nothing had happened. I
Even if his true strength is not comparable to Wan Zhongyi, it is not much different!"
Wei Linfeng and Xie Qingzhu both looked shocked. Yes, they were only captured by the momentum of the Sword Meridian Dzogchen Spirit Sword Master and forgot such an important detail. Thinking about it now, Mo Wen faced Wan Zhongyi at that time.
Although the strong man is in a weak position, he does not show any timidity. There are only two possibilities for being able to not be afraid of a Sword Meridian Dzogchen. One is that he is a fool, and the other is that it is unnecessary!
Obviously Wen Mo is not a fool. There is only the second explanation for not being afraid of the other party. He has the strength to not be afraid of the other party!
"Impossible?" The three brothers and sisters couldn't believe it. Mo Wen was too young. Even for an innate spirit body, reaching the middle stage of Sword Vein at this age was extremely unbelievable!
It is impossible to be safe forever in the Jedi. After traveling for more than ten miles, they finally encountered the thing they were most worried about.
"who?"
The panicked voice of a spirit sword master walking on the outermost edge suddenly sounded, causing all the spirit sword masters to tremble.
I saw a dark gray humanoid figure appearing in the gray fog not far away. I couldn't see it clearly. When all eyes looked over, it suddenly disappeared into the gray fog and disappeared without a trace.
"It's the undead! Shrink your formation and leave here immediately!"
Wan Zhongyi also showed a trace of nervousness on his face and shouted orders.
There was a commotion in the crowd. They were all spirit sword masters who were used to freedom. They could not enforce orders and prohibitions like a secular army. The more than a hundred people who had arrived were scattered in the crowd, but now they all squeezed in as hard as they could, and for a while there were people pushing and shoving everywhere.
Shouting and scolding.
Wan Zhongyi looked ugly and shouted loudly: "Shut the hell down! All fire and wood swordsmen are standing on the outside! If anyone dares to act like a turtle, I will throw him to the undead!"
"
This roar worked as expected, and the commotion was temporarily suppressed. The spirit sword masters who were not from the fire and wood elements all stood in the middle of the team with a look of joy on their faces, while the spirit sword masters from the fire and wood elements all had ugly faces and were very unwilling to do so.
They stood on the outside, nervously looking at the vast gray fog in front of them.
Mo Wen's current identity is a casual cultivator of the Fire Sword Technique, and he does his duty to stand on the outside. Moreover, other spirit sword masters saw that he was young and looked easy to bully, so they deliberately pushed his body to the outside.
Mo Wen had no time to pay attention to the boring little actions of those spirit sword masters. He stared solemnly into the depths of the gray mist in front of him. In his mind's perception, an unknown existence was watching him.
"Go! Go quickly! Keep the formation!"
The disciples of the Ten Thousand Level First Class Heavy Sword Sect and the Great Sword Sect urged again and again that undead spirits, like evil spirits, have regional complexes and generally will not stray far from their birthplace. When they encounter undead spirits here, they only need to step out of the other party's activities.
The range is fine.
"Ah! It's the undead!"
A sudden scream came from the rear left of the team. A gray shadow suddenly emerged from the gray mist and rushed towards a spirit sword master at the outermost edge.
The spirit sword master was so frightened that he swung the spirit sword in his hand and slashed forward indiscriminately. He was a spirit sword master who practiced the fire sword technique. A crimson sword light shot out from the spirit sword, heading towards the gray shadow.
Cut down.
But the gray shadow moved extremely quickly, and his whole body seemed to be overwhelmed by the force. It floated to the side like smoke and dust, completely dodging the sword light of the Spirit Sword Master. Then, with a twist, it pounced on the Spirit Sword Master like a sharp arrow.