"How is it possible that a mere early Nascent Soul cultivator can actually shake this interface?"
In the black light, the demon's brows furrowed, and there was a faint expression of horror in his eyes. It seemed that he had really underestimated the young master of Li Yao Palace. He was definitely not an ordinary early-stage monk.
We must not let him escape!
Thinking of this, a fierce look flashed across the demon's face, and it suddenly turned into a startling rainbow and disappeared into the sky.
…
Boom!
On the other side, Tian Xiaojian's face was also ugly. His second spirit had already fallen. Needless to say, the opponent must be coming here with all his strength.
The speed must be fast, otherwise unimaginable results will be waiting for you.
He didn't want to face the demons in the late stage of the First Yuan Ying. Tian Xiaojian no longer held back, and the Nether Heart-Breaking Sword was full of ghosts, trying hard to tear open the cracks. However, this process was not easy.
Although the crack is expanding little by little, the speed is too slow.
Tian Xiaojian gritted his teeth, put aside his distracting thoughts, and focused on controlling the magic weapon in his hand.
The meal passed in the blink of an eye.
Tian Xiaojian suddenly shook his hand and released his consciousness. He had sensed the demon. In other words, the opponent was less than a hundred miles away from him.
Tian Xiaojian's face turned a little blue.
The distance of a hundred miles, for later existence, is only a blink of an eye.
He glanced at the gap, but he still couldn't get through it.
It seems that some price must be paid.
Tian Xiaojian made up his mind, stretched out his hand and beat his chest, opened his mouth and sprayed out a mist of blood.
The blood mist was quickly absorbed by the Nether Heart-Breaking Sword.
The sword suddenly turned red, and a bloody aura spread out...
"disease!"
Tian Xiaojian stretched out his finger and pointed forward with a solemn expression.
The Nether Heart-Breaking Sword flashed, and a ferocious grimace appeared on the surface of the sword. Although it was fleeting, its ferocious aura made people shiver all over.
Then the sword slashed forward solemnly and slowly.
It moves really slowly.
However, a pillar of light appeared that connected the sky to the earth.
The crackling sound reached the ears, as if the vitality of the surrounding world was being aroused.
boom!
The ground trembled, and the crack was finally torn open, and a hole about one foot wide appeared in front of us.
Tian Xiaojian was overjoyed, but his expression was extremely solemn, because the demon was only about ten miles away from here, so Tian Xiaojian slipped through the crack without thinking.
But without the attack, the space cracks quickly narrowed.
"No……"
In the distance, the figure of the demon has appeared. When he saw his prey escaping from the trap at the last moment, he couldn't help being frightened and angry. He raised his hand and slashed hard in front, and a black crescent blade appeared.
However, it was a little late. The crack had disappeared. Although the light blade was powerful, it was far from enough to break through the space.
"hateful!"
The demon was frightened and angry. It was unimaginable that he allowed the monks in the early stage of Yuan Ying to escape from his hands several times. He was almost furious.
Suddenly, he turned around, staring at the left side with red eyes, and raised his hand, and there was a sword light of demonic energy.
"My fellow Taoist is angry. How should he remedy it? Why did he vent it on me?"
A sigh passed into the ears, and then a milky white spiritual light appeared. It was not afraid of the attack of the demon in the later period. With one roll, the sword light all over the sky was invisible.
"It's you!"
The demon's eyes narrowed, and it was Zhenjun Beiming who appeared in front of him.
"Yes, it's me."
"Why are fellow Taoists here?" The demon's face has returned to its normal color. At any rate, he is also a late-stage existence, so naturally he will not let the other party see the joke.
"It's nothing. I am just idle in Yunling Mountain. Instead of having nothing to do, why not come and help fellow Taoist." Zhenjun Beiming said this way.
"Fellow Taoist is really thoughtful." The demon nodded, with a grateful look on his face. Of course, this was definitely not what he thought in his heart.
"Now that the slippery boy has escaped, what are your plans, fellow Taoist?"
"It goes without saying that although the essences of the four Yuanying monks are barely enough as a medium to activate the formation, we must not allow variables to appear. Naturally, we have to catch up and extract his soul. Refining the soul." The demon said harshly.
"Yes." Zhenjun Beiming nodded: "Fellow Taoist, what you said is not bad, but if I remember correctly, this is not the node of an independent space, and we can't pass through it."
"Hmph, of course I know this, but he, a little guy in the early stage of Nascent Soul, can forcefully break through the space barrier. Don't you and I can't do it? It only consumes some mana at most. Without further ado, let's do it now. Don't let him run away." The demon said fiercely.
"All right!"
True Lord Beiming nodded. He did not want the Demon Ancestor to make any mistakes. He shook his sleeves and a ray of white light flew out of his sleeves. It was a short sword. However, the style was very strange, and the fluctuations in spiritual power were not trivial. Of course, this It is not his natal magic weapon.
The demon opened its mouth, and gray light flew out of the body. It was a black steel fork. Then two old monsters in the late stage controlled their respective treasures and struck them into the void in front of them.
…
The cave of the monk in the clutch stage was much larger than imagined. This was Lin Xuan's first feeling after detecting it with his spiritual consciousness. He asked the two women to walk behind him. Although the possibility was very small, he was afraid that there would be a possibility. Hidden restrictions appear.
Lin Xuan searched one stone chamber after another, but he didn't find much in the first few chambers. After about half an hour, there was only the last stone chamber left that he had not entered.
"Master, is this last room also empty?"
Yue'er felt a little uneasy, but Lin Xuan's performance was much more optimistic: "Don't worry, it won't happen."
"Why?"
"Silly girl, think about it, if there are no treasures in the cave, why did the ancient monk leave such a powerful formation around? Isn't it superfluous?"
"Well, that's right." Yue'er nodded. The young master was indeed much more thoughtful than himself.
But having said that, Lin Xuan's heart is actually not that peaceful. There will definitely be treasures, but what they are and how many there are are hard to say.
After spending so much effort, Lin Xuan naturally hopes to have a satisfactory harvest.
Taking a breath, Lin Xuan reached out and pushed towards the stone door. With a rumbling sound, he walked into the last quiet room.
The area is not large, only seven or eight feet square. There are some luminous gems inlaid on the stone walls. Lin Xuan can see everything clearly at a glance.
There weren't many things, just three boxes in the corner near the stone wall, and they were dusty and unremarkable.
Lin Xuan's face showed joy instead. The fewer things, the more likely it is that they are high-quality products. More does not mean better. Lin Xuan was looking forward to it. What would this senior in the separation period leave for him?