Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Mu Canghe wanted to get away to save the old man, but he couldn't get away no matter what.

Those cultivators of the Spirit Monster Clan are all in the middle and late stages of Golden Core, and everyone needs Mu Canghe to concentrate on dealing with it, let alone the siege of several people at this time.

He just had a slight distraction, and the rhythm of his sword was disrupted, and he was pressed down, which was extremely dangerous.

There are quite a few human cultivators in the distance, but due to the strength of the spirit monster clan, no one did anything at all.

A Daxueshan sword-bearer has been hunted down for so long, but Daxueshan didn't react at all, which is very abnormal.

No one in Daxue Mountain made a move, and no one else would confront the Spirit Monster Clan at this time.

Seeing the old man fall into the water, there was a flash of inspiration in the void, and a faint snow mist supported the old man.

"Mu Canghe, what else do you have to say!"

The spirit monster clansman wearing a golden crown let out a loud shout, and the endless aura burst out from his body.

Nascent Soul Realm, and one of the best in Nascent Soul Realm.

Although he didn't show his dharma appearance, he must be a master with several dharma appearances.

In the flying boat, Zhao Yang's face darkened, and he looked at Mu Canghe who was filled with ice and snow.

At this time, Mu Canghe had a very obvious aura, frost blood.

Like Zhao Yang, Mu Canghe received a gift from the Spirit Monster Race.

"You, Mu Canghe, keep saying that you are a friend of my spirit demon clan, but you lied to kill the elder of Chunshui's lineage and took away his Frost bloodline. Such a person is also worthy of being the sword bearer of Daxue Mountain?"

The Nascent Soul exuded power, and the Golden Crown Spirit Monster clansman shouted and asked.

Mu Canghe only gritted his teeth, and his fingertips shot out sword energy, tearing his whole body apart.

On the big river, the magic weapon and long sword protected the old man with black beard.

"Friends of the human race, my spirit monster clan is avenging our clansmen today. Anyone who comes to stop us will be an enemy of our spirit monster clan!" With a wave of his hand, dozens of silver-haired spirit monster clan members held Dahe The space above is definitely surrounded.

These spirit monster clan members are at the Golden Core Realm at least, and the strength displayed by the spirit monster clan at this time is already comparable to a seventh-rank sect.

Although there were many human monks watching, most of them were low-level monks who watched the excitement, and there were not many of them above the Golden Core Realm.

Seeing that the spirit monster clansmen were going to kill them, these people backed away in a hurry, for fear of being affected.

"Om——" the Jinguanlingling Yao clansman waved a Zhanglong crystal ice staff, and there was a "click" on the mouth of the river, and the whole body froze.

The black-bearded old man who was already hanging in the middle of the river was instantly frozen.

"Master—"

Mu Canghe let out a roar, and a powerful moist breath shot up from his body, knocking away the spirit monster clansman in front of him, and with a flash, he came to the frozen old man.

"Bam—"

Mu Canghe slapped the frozen old man's ice with his palm, but the ice didn't respond at all.

"warehouse--"

With a touch of his fingertips, the magic sword cut back and hit the ice.

"Thorn-"

There was only a shallow white mark on the ice, and when the long sword was pulled away, the white mark disappeared again.

"This is a magic weapon, a treasure of ice. It should be considered a semi-spiritual weapon. It was activated by a real person in the Nascent Soul Realm. This guy is still a member of the spirit monster clan who is suitable for Frost, tsk tsk..." The ancestor of Tianhong looked at it with some envy. Said the ice stick.

A half-spiritual weapon has a chance to grow into a spiritual weapon.

After going through the spiritual weapon tribulation and becoming a spiritual weapon, you can transform into a human form, practice like a human race, and be like the ancestors of Zhenzong in the late stage of leaving the body.

Moreover, the shape of the spiritual weapon has no limit of lifespan, and it is the foundation of those sects that have been passed down for a long time.

Ignoring Tianhong Patriarch, Zhao Yang stared at Mu Canghe who was madly bombarding the ice.

"Bam—"

Just when Mu Canghe bombarded the ice with all his strength, a magical ice dragon behind him bit him and threw him out.

"warehouse--"

In mid-air, the long sword on Mu Canghe's back broke away from his body, and with a sword cry, he followed behind him and held him up.

The long sword twirled in the air, like a nimble person, with the hilt against the unstable Mu Canghe.

"Spirit, spirit weapon!" Patriarch Tianhong whispered, and then hurriedly said: "No, it's not a spirit weapon, but a sword spirit!"

The sword spirit is not a spirit weapon, but the spirit of the sword weapon and magic weapon.

This spiritually powerful sword spirit only needs to possess the body of a high-quality magic weapon to exert a power beyond the existence of magic weapons.

"They chased and killed Mu Canghe because of this sword spirit!" the ancestor Tianhong said in a low voice.

A sword spirit, to some extent, is more precious than a solidified spirit weapon.

"Tell me, if the ice stick can refine this sword spirit, what will happen?"

Zhao Yang suddenly spoke.

After being silent for a while, the ancestor of Tianhong was a little surprised and said: "This guy wants to refine a town treasure?"

The spirit monster clan is already extremely powerful, and there is no shortage of masters.But a spiritually powerful treasure is still of great use.

At least this Golden Crown Spiritual Monster Clan member has this treasure, and can immediately become a top figure in the Spiritual Monster Clan.

Seeing the long sword, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Golden Crown Spirit Demon clansman holding an ice stick. Pushing the ice stick forward, a whirlwind mixed with ice blades turned into a dragon of frost, roaring, rushing towards Mu Canghe, about to Swallow him in one gulp.

Mu Canghe was hit just now, and he hasn't recovered yet. Under the huge mouth of the Frost Dragon, he didn't dodge for a while.

The surrounding human monks let out an exclamation, seeing that Mu Canghe was about to perish on the river.

"Canglang—"

At this moment, the long sword against Mu Canghe whistled, and headed towards the Frost Dragon.

"Lingxue, come back quickly!"

Mu Canghe turned pale with shock and shouted loudly.

Ling Xue!

The girl from the spirit demon tribe, Qin Bingzhi, entrusted Mu Canghe to send him back to the spirit demon tribe.

Looking at the nimble and decisive long sword, Zhao Yang took a deep breath and slowly got up.

With a stream of light, the long sword pierced through the void, and wherever it went, the ice and snow melted.Even the ice that had frozen the black-bearded old man melted instantly.The old man fell and fell into the river.

The sword seemed to carry a surge of spring water across the great river, and the frozen great river immediately thawed out, rolling in waves, and turbid waves churning.

The wave smashed hard on the head of the Frost Dragon, deflecting it.

But the Frost Dragon was too powerful, he only paused slightly, and when he closed his claws, he trapped the long sword in a three-foot space in front of him, no matter how the long sword moved, he couldn't escape.

"Let go of her!"

With a roar, Mu Canghe charged towards the Frost Dragon with blood-red fierce sword energy all over his body.

"Roar--"

The Frost Dragon roared, and its claws joined together fiercely.

The long sword that fell into its claws screamed, and the blade flickered, as if it was about to break at any time.

The sword energy on Mu Canghe's body condensed into a blood-colored long sword with a length of one hundred feet. When he slashed down with the sword, the Frost Dragon flicked his tail to disperse the sword energy, and then continued to press his claws together.

"Om-"

Just when the space between the claws of the Frost Dragon was less than half a zhang, there was a flash of inspiration, and a golden figure fell into it.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

The golden figure let out a low Buddha's name, and stretched out his hand to lightly brush the long sword.

The long sword trembled slightly.

"Qin Bingzhi..."

On the flying boat, Zhao Yang said the name of the person in a low voice, and sat down slowly.