The middle-aged monk was really angry at this moment. He turned his right hand and a long sword appeared in his hand.
I saw him silently reciting the magic formula, and his figure immediately divided into tens, and then ten into hundreds, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword shadows were attacking towards the letter.
"Roar!" Xie Xin roared violently and used his full energy to use the lion's roar technique.
Although true energy is not equal to internal strength, the level is higher after all.
The lion's roar skill, a mortal martial art, can be activated with true energy, especially if activated by monks in the foundation-building stage, but its power directly reaches the power of a yellow-level intermediate spell.
Powerful sound waves rushed in all directions, instantly dispersing the sword shadows all over the sky.
Only the sword on the front has not disappeared, because the sword on the front is the monk's body!
"Death!" the monk shouted loudly, ignoring the blood flowing from his ears, and quickly stabbed Xie Xin with the long sword in his hand.
"I move!" Xie Xin pinched the magic weapon and moved hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye.
Now Xie Xin has discovered a shortcoming of "Jiang Wanli Jue", that is, every time it is used, there will be a minimum limit.
With Xie Xin's current strength, he would have to move at least several hundred meters away.
If this were not the case, and he would move to the opponent's blind spot every time, then it would not be difficult to surpass the level of Zhu Xian.
"Huh? You actually know how to shrink the earth? It's interesting!" The middle-aged monk's eyes lit up, but they were full of greed.
Loose immortals like them would not be able to get good results without the inheritance of the immortal sect.
Freedom is their greatest benefit, but not having a strong government is their greatest regret.
A middle-aged monk found an immortal mansion in his early years, so he embarked on the road to immortality.
It's just that the owner of that fairy mansion is a martial arts cultivator. He is good at sword control, but his magic skills are so-so.
So much so that since the middle-aged man began to practice Taoism, his fighting ability is still impressive, but his cultivation has been slow to improve. Moreover, the sword control method and other techniques are almost non-existent.
Nowadays, Xie Xin seems to have many good spells, and the middle-aged man is naturally full of greed.
Moreover, he was able to obtain good attacks, shukuchi spells, and avenge his son's murder. The middle-aged man was naturally very proud at this moment.
"Boy, if you contribute all your magic skills and cultivation tools, I will spare your life!" the middle-aged man shouted to the thank you letter with a smile.
"You think I'm stupid!" Xie Xin snorted coldly, "If I put down everything, you will kill me immediately!"
"In that case, then just go and die!" The middle-aged man also snorted coldly.
"Two fellow Taoists, let's kill this kid together. How about dividing his things equally between the three of us?!" The middle-aged man shouted to the people around him.
Not long after, two more monk-like figures emerged from the mountain and looked at Xie Xin with a smile.
"Three monks?!" Xie Xin couldn't help shouting when he saw this.
"Not only are there three monks, but there are also three foundation-building stages, and there is even a monk who has reached the fifth level of foundation-building! Boy, it's too late for you to regret it now!" The middle-aged man said to Xie Xin with a sinister smile.
"You two, do you also want to help the evil tyrant?!" Xie Xin yelled at the other two monks.
"Boy, don't make a mistake!" one of the young monks laughed.
"We just saw you attacking mortals, and this friend of ours intends to maintain the order of the world of cultivation, so we want to clean you up.
We were worried that our friend would be attacked by you, so we came here to help!" Another middle-aged monk said with a smile.
The three people exchanged words with each other, confusing right and wrong, and confusing right and wrong. The middle-aged monk became a good person, while Xie Xin became a heinous bad person.
"It is said that in the world of cultivation, the weak will prey on the strong. Now just looking at your faces, I know that what you are saying is not true." Xie Xin not only snorted coldly.
"It's good to know. If you want to blame me, I can only blame you for not having friends in the world of cultivation!" The middle-aged man laughed.
"Brothers, come together!" shouted, and the middle-aged man took the lead and killed him.
With a pinch of magic, the long sword in his hand flew out, and in an instant it transformed into thousands of flying swords, killing Xie Xin.
At the same time, the young monk took out a Bagua mirror, silently recited the magic formula and threw it toward Xie Xin. The Bagua mirror left his hand, immediately became several times larger, and quickly pressed down on Xie Xin from top to bottom.
The last middle-aged man took out a gourd. After chanting some words, a violent flame spurted out from the mouth of the gourd and rushed towards Xie Xin.
"You will die today!" Xie Xin suddenly took out the talisman and seal in his arms, input his true energy, and threw it out.
The five talismans quickly transformed into five warriors wearing golden armor. Two stayed to protect Xie Xin, and the other three went towards the three monks to kill them.
"Fu Seal Heavenly Soldier?! Why does this guy have such advanced gadgets!" the older, middle-aged monk couldn't help but shout in surprise.
"Yes! Isn't this move a specialty of that guy from Nanhua? What's your relationship with Immortal Nanhua?!" The middle-aged monk at the beginning shouted loudly.
"You don't care about me!" Xie Xin roared loudly, but most of the sword shadows in the sky disappeared in a moment.
The two heavenly guards, one on the left and one on the right, rushed towards the other two attacks.
I saw one of them hit the giant hammer with his hand, and the heavy Bagua Mirror was knocked back.
The other one was holding a big sword, and with just a sharp swing, the wind of the sword directed the fierce flames to turn around and rush towards the middle-aged monk.
At the same time, the other two heavenly soldiers rushed in front of the monks and slashed at them with their swords.
"These heavenly soldiers are all in the Foundation Establishment stage?! Today is probably going to be bad. We'd better retreat as soon as possible!" the older, middle-aged monk couldn't help but exclaimed.
Seeing that the sword of the heavenly soldier was about to cut down, the monk took out a talisman and chanted a mantra, and the figure immediately moved to a place not far away.
"You're actually in this place, wasting a magic talisman on me..." Looking at the heavenly soldier opposite, the middle-aged monk muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Ah!" A scream came from not far away. The middle-aged monk turned around and saw that the young monk could not escape for a moment and was cut in half by the heavenly soldiers.
"So I asked you to practice more magic!" Looking at the young monk who was cut in half, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but complain.
"Then you go down below and accompany him!" Xie Xin snorted coldly and took out the leader's seal.
After thinking about the magic decision, Xie Xin threw the seal away.
The seal took off its hand, quickly grew dozens of times in size, and then pressed down on the middle-aged immortal.
"Damn it! Who is he? He actually has such a powerful attack weapon!" the middle-aged monk couldn't help but wailed.
He already knew that with the speed at which this seal was falling, he wouldn't even have time to escape or chant the spell.
As a last resort, the middle-aged man could only take out a piece of jade and crush it into pieces.
"That kid! Just wait to accept the wrath of my master!" The middle-aged man wailed one last time before being crushed into a meat pie by the seal falling from the sky.
"Ah!" At the same time, the middle-aged monk who was attacked by four heavenly soldiers wailed unwillingly and was chopped into four or five pieces by the weapons.
"Huh!" Xie Xin exhaled slightly and took back all the magic weapons.
Looking at the Heavenly Weapon Talisman that had returned to its talisman form, Xie Xin smiled bitterly and said, "It can be activated with true energy. This thing is indeed a big consumer of true energy!"
Naturally, one Talisman Soldier does not consume much, but if five of them are used together in a row, Xie Xin's cultivation in the foundation-building period will consume a lot at this moment.
"Look at the harvest first!" Xie Xin quickly came to the place where the monks died and kept exploring.
"Three storage bags, elixirs, talismans, spells, and medicine. This harvest seems to be quite rich!" Xie Xin looked at the contents of the storage bag and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
However, at this time, the system prompt appeared again:
"Warning: Mi Gan, the elder of Langxie Palace, has been ordered to investigate the death of his disciples. There is a high chance that he will attack the host. His cultivation level has reached the sixth level of the Golden Core. If the host still wants to survive, it is best to wait within five minutes.
Retreat quickly!"
"I x!" Xie Xin couldn't help but cursed angrily when he saw the prompt.
But according to the prompts, the opponent was a master of the Golden Core stage, and he, who was in the early stage of foundation building, was no match for him. Under such circumstances, there was no benefit in holding on, so Xie Xin immediately grabbed the spell and quickly ran away.
Five minutes later, Mi Gan arrived at the scene and saw the bodies of the three monks and the situation at the scene.
"The enemy should be six monks who are in the late stage of foundation building, but why do they want to kill our people in Langxie Palace?" Mi Gan looked at their corpses and couldn't help but feel suspicious.
After that, I saw him sniffing hard and then frowning.
At the scene, he smelled the scent of four people.
After deducting these three dead ones, there is only one actual opponent!
So how are these scars achieved?
Mi Qian was also very puzzled.
Especially based on the smell, the murderer has disappeared, and there is no way to track him down.
"No matter who you are, I have already memorized your scent! Today you killed people from my Langxie Palace. Next time we meet, I will use your life to apologize for sending my disciples!" The middle-aged man said fiercely.
Without saying a word, he turned around and left.
At the same time, Xie Xin, who had returned to the inner courtyard of the private school, received a reminder:
"Congratulations to the host for winning the title of 'Enemy of Langxie Palace'!"