The fifth thousand nine hundred and seventeenth chapter vine demon is now
Qin Fengming activated the Xuan Zi Sword at this time, but did not activate it with all his strength so that it could transform into a dragon and attack violently.
Facing 'Zi Hao' at this moment, he did not dare to take the Xuan Zi Sword out of his hand. The mist that Zi Hao sacrificed was very strange, full of monster aura, and at the same time there was an oppressive force.
Qin Fengming was not sure whether Xuan Zijian would be imprisoned by the other party if he sacrificed it.
Facing 'Zihao' at this moment, Qin Fengming felt both vigilance and fear in his heart.
There is no mistake that Zihao is a monk from Kaiyang Land, but the person he is fighting in front of him should be very different from the original Zihao from Kaiyang Land.
Qin Fengming was not sure whether Zihao still existed at this moment. Because the 'Zihao' he was fighting with at this moment was obviously much stronger than the original one.
Living in the ghostly mist, Qin Fengming's magic power surged out like water from a bursting embankment, pouring into the huge sword blade in his hand.
The purple-black sword blade trembled, and a buzzing sound suddenly resounded, like waves of dragon roars.
Qin Fengming's words naturally stopped and he activated the Treasure Control Technique, and the sword blade filled with the vast aura of chaos in his hand began to dance rapidly.
Suddenly, a series of extremely solid long sword blades that were more than ten feet long, like pythons that shook their heads and swung their tails, suddenly flew towards the surroundings.
Although the Xuan Zi Sword has not left his hand, with the blessing of Qin Fengming's all-out mana and soul energy regardless of the cost, the power displayed by the sword energy is far beyond the power of the natal magic weapon of the peak Xuan level monk.
The sword energy shot out one after another, and in an instant, a huge energy fluctuation appeared in the mist.
The mist suddenly surged, and the originally calm surroundings suddenly became violently turbulent. The sword blade shot out and was instantly submerged into the thick branches and vines.
What made Qin Fengming feel slightly happy was that as soon as the extremely powerful spirit sword energy touched the dancing branches and vines, the branches and vines were immediately broken like chopping melons and vegetables.
"Ah, this vine can grow new branches on its own, and broken branches will not break apart."
Qin Fengming felt happy in his heart, and then a cry of surprise came out of his mouth.
Qin Fengming's spiritual consciousness sensed it very clearly. As the black purple sword blades shot into the vines, the thick and tough vines were immediately cut off. However, those broken branches suddenly turned into vines in a flash.
The vines, which are as unique as the root, are winding towards the Dao Dao Xuan Purple Sword.
At the same time, the cut vines flashed with black light, and new vines suddenly grew again.
The rapidity with which all this happened was instantly revealed when Qin Fengming was enveloped in his spiritual consciousness.
Faced with such a situation, the surprise in Qin Fengming's heart immediately disappeared, replaced by an extremely solemn feeling.
"Hahaha, I know it's useless now, junior. Now you obediently sign the mastiff vine contract and accept me as your master. I will spare your life today, otherwise I will have to kill you here."
When Qin Fengming was horrified by what he suddenly saw, an unbridled laughter sounded in his ears. The voice was loud and seemed very domineering.
"No wonder you can recover from severed limbs in an instant. It turns out that you have merged with a powerful vine demon, and you have the talent of the vine demon. Qin is a little curious, wondering if Zihao's spirit is still alive at this moment? And you are now
Is it a vine demon or a monk?"
Qin Fengming was shocked in his heart, but he spoke calmly and coldly.
As he spoke the words, thoughts flashed in his mind. The situation he was in at this time was obviously difficult for him to deal with.
"Junior, don't you know that if you know too much, you will die quickly? Even if you know the truth, wouldn't it be beneficial to your current situation?"
'Zihao' did not answer Qin Fengming's question, but came with a calm voice.
Hearing 'Zi Hao''s words, Qin Fengming's dignified expression suddenly changed, and a cold snort came out: "You want to accept Qin as your servant so much. It seems that you really have a serious hidden disease.
Then let Qin try to find out what hidden illness you have."
'Zihao' repeatedly pointed out that he would be accepted as a servant, which suddenly made Qin Fengming suspicious. His mind turned and he spoke decisively.
As he spoke the words, perseverance emerged in his heart, and the sword in his hand quickly danced out again.
This time, he did not stop, Daoshuo's long sword blades shot out, like a torrent of thick sharp blades, suddenly appeared around him.
The sword blade fired, a vast purple light shone, and huge waves of chaotic aura swept around Qin Fengming in an instant. The ghosts swallowed the mist and disappeared in an instant.
In just a few breaths, Qin Fengming had already activated twenty or thirty thick sword blades.
If Qin Fengming used the Black Purple Sword like this, it would be difficult for any other monk to persist for several breaths of time. Because under an invisible pressure, even Qin Fengming felt that there was some obstruction in the movement of the magic power in his body.
Although it did not pose a great threat to him, the coercion greatly hindered and oppressed his body, making it difficult for him to easily use his mana and soul energy.
And the majestic amount of mana and soul energy required to sacrifice twenty or thirty lines of Xuan Zi Sword Qi is beyond the ability of a peak Xuan level monk to bear.
The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the majestic sword energy carried a vast aura of chaos that instantly swept through the world around Qin Fengming.
As the sword energy passed by, thick and tough vines were cut off on the spot, as if they were destroyed. But Qin Fengming's mental connection, he sensed that more vines appeared on the spot, like endless, swarming towards the laser direction.
The front blade.
In an instant, Qin Fengming's consciousness lost contact with the sword energy he was offering.
The sword energy was submerged in the vines and disappeared.
Qin Fengming, who saw the sword energy disappearing, did not stop. The long sword blade in his hand was still dancing, and sword energy was unleashed one after another.
He was very convinced that these vines were not entities, but were condensed by the magical power of 'Zi Hao'. As long as he used all his strength, it would be enough to make it difficult for 'Zi Hao' to continue and destroy this magical power in one fell swoop.
However, just when Qin Fengming got up and activated the Xuanzi Sword, trying to scatter all the vines around him, a burst of laughter sounded in his ears: "Hahaha, junior, you can accept your fate now, let alone you, even if it's you,
A Mahayana person who falls into my Manhai Devouring Heaven has no chance of escaping safely. There is no need for you to swear any more, today is the day of your death."
When the sound reached his ears, Qin Fengming, who was using his Xuanzi Sword to cut through the vines shooting around him, was suddenly startled.
Just when he felt something strange in his heart, the demonic mist suddenly surged and rolled around him and suddenly subsided rapidly.
Under Qin Fengming's gaze, the thick and extremely oppressive mist released by 'Zihao' disappeared in an instant and retreated into the distance. In the surrounding area, roots immediately appeared for people to see,
The towering vines suddenly filled my body with a sudden chill.
The vines were thick and tough, like ferocious pythons flipping and swinging in the air, and sharp spikes streaked through the void, seeming to stir up the void in an unstoppable twist.
‘Zihao’ was wrapped in a mass of vines, as if his entire body had merged with the densely packed thick vines around him.
Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed, because he suddenly discovered that the area of hundreds or thousands of miles where he was at this moment was filled with vines carrying sharp needles. The mastiff vine interface monks standing around him turned out to be a
Also gone.
"This Sumeru illusory magical power!"
When he first saw this scene, Qin Fengming suddenly exclaimed in surprise. Apart from illusions, such a phenomenon is impossible to occur.
As the blue light flashed in his eyes, Qin Fengming's expression changed drastically. With his clear eyesight, he was unable to see through the illusion in front of him.
"If you want to trap your young master, your illusory formation may not really be able to do it."
However, just when Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed, and the smile on 'Zihao''s face was about to bloom, a very determined word suddenly came out of Qin Fengming's mouth.
As soon as the words came out, a curse came out of his mouth.
Suddenly, a loud noise like thunder suddenly sounded in a place covered with vines below. The explosion was like a volcano that had been silent for countless years and suddenly erupted uncontrollably.
The violent explosion energy swept across the sky and the earth, and a radius of several miles was immediately swept away by the huge explosion energy.
Just as an explosion went off, a series of roars also sounded on the spot.
An explosion resounded, and a huge energy impact immediately appeared on the spot.
In a matter of seconds, a radius of dozens of miles was immediately enveloped in the monstrous explosion energy...
"Ah, vine demon! That is the vine demon's innate magical power."
"How could there be a vine demon here?"
The explosion roared, and the violent energy impact that shook the sky suddenly appeared. At the same time, screams of surprise suddenly sounded in the vast world.