I Can Go Beyond Space

"Shua, Shua, Shua!"

"Dangdangdang~"

A large number of magical instruments criss-crossed, colliding with each other and making dull sounds.

Originally, the battle positions of the two sides were clearly defined, but as time went by, the monks of the two sides gradually dispersed, catching each other and fighting each other, causing the battlefield to gradually spread outwards, and it became chaotic after a while.

Only a dozen or so monks with top strength among the top ten sects are still united to fight against Cong Jiansheng.

However, Cong Jiansheng fought against more than a dozen monks at the stage of transforming gods alone, and he still did not lose the wind. He could find an opportunity to severely wound one of the elders of transforming gods every once in a while, making him unable to fight again.

According to this trend, it won't be long before the dozen or so elders of the top ten sects will all lose.

At that time, the defeat of the top ten sects will be decided.

Cong Jiansheng stepped on a big bronze cauldron, and a thick shield rose from the cauldron to cover him. No matter how many dozen of cultivators who turned into gods attacked, they couldn't break through this defense.

And the magical weapon attack he issued usually makes the elders flustered and difficult to deal with.

It is clear at a glance which is strong and which is weak.

Zhuang Hong just flew to the side to watch. He was very curious about the attack methods of these magic weapons, and wanted to take them over and study them carefully.

But obviously the current occasion is not suitable.

Just as Zhuang Hong was thinking about how to learn how to cultivate immortals with these seemingly powerful monks, a monk from the Demon Sect came to them on his own initiative.

This is a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Demon Sect. He is dressed in a green robe and has a triumphant smile all over his face.

After he had just dealt with his opponent, he immediately locked onto Zhuang Hong, a soft persimmon who seemed to have no cultivation.

"Hey! This fellow Taoist is really interested. He even has the time to watch the Demon Lord fight. Let me play with you."

Zhuang Hong also became interested, he chuckled, hooked his hands at the monk Yuanying and said, "Come on, let's play."

Cultivator Nascent Soul sneered, and flew in front of Zhuang Hong, Fajue pinched, and a small flying sword with blue light came straight to Zhuang Hong.

Zhuang Hong just observed the flying sword curiously, without any defensive measures.

"Whoosh—"

The flying sword shot in front of Zhuang Hong in an instant, and then passed through his chest without hindrance.

"Huh?" The Nascent Soul cultivator was taken aback, unable to understand the situation for a while.

His sword was just a tentative attack, and he never thought that he could kill Zhuang Hong with a single sword, but unexpectedly Zhuang Hong didn't dodge or dodge in the face of his attack, and just let the flying sword shoot him through.

However, he was only stunned for a moment before he realized: "No, the sword didn't hit the target just now, it should have been dodged by him."

Nascent Soul cultivator became serious.

Although his flying sword is only a probing attack, but its speed is so fast, it is usually impossible to dodge it, and can only be blocked with a defensive magic weapon.

But he could confirm that the blow just now did not hit any target.

"It does seem to be passing through him, but there is no feeling of passing through the body from the flying sword. That is to say, he may have mastered a phantom spell, and what I see is not real."

Cultivator Yuan Ying's thoughts turned sharply, and his divine mind fixed on Zhuang Hong's figure, waved his hand, and three flying swords shot out, interlaced and shot towards Zhuang Hong, the trajectory was uncertain and extremely fast, it was difficult to dodge.

This is exactly his hand weapon 'Three-line Snake', which is specially used to restrain opponents with flexible stature.

He believed that with this blow, even if he couldn't kill his opponent, it would definitely expose his opponent.

Zhuang Hong looked at the three flying swords wandering towards him, and didn't dodge any more. He wanted to test the attack power of the three flying swords.

So he opened his hand and cast a defensive talisman.

'Mitsubishi Shield'!

The next moment, three light blue small diamond shields opened in front of him, blocking the three flying swords respectively.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The flying sword hit the small Lingshield and bounced back.

'Golden Teeth Touch'!

"Wow!"

Three chains shot out from Zhuang Hong's hands, bound the three flying swords that rebounded in the blink of an eye, and pulled them to Zhuang Hong.

Zhuang Hong reached out to take a flying sword, observed curiously, and penetrated into the flying sword with mental power, intending to record the inside and outside of the flying sword in the world of consciousness, but accidentally attached the monk Nascent Soul to the flying sword Mental power crushed.

After his mental power was defeated by Zhuang Hong, the Nascent Soul cultivator covered his head and screamed, looking at Zhuang Hong in shock.

He found that among his three flying swords, one of them was out of control, and no matter how hard the other two flying swords struggled, they couldn't break free from the two chains.

"How can this be?!"

Although there are such techniques of seizing magical artifacts, they are very rare. He has only seen such an easy method of seizing magical artifacts like Zhuang Hong in the hands of the demon lord Cong Jiansheng. What surprised him the most was that Zhuang Hong could In an instant, his divine sense attached to the flying sword was broken.

In his opinion, even the demon lord Cong Jiansheng couldn't do it.

What puzzled him the most was what kind of spells were the three chains protruding from Zhuang Hong's hand, which could bind his flying sword so that he could not move.

He has been in the world of cultivating immortals for so many years, and he has never heard of anyone with such means.

Moreover, spells are no match for magical weapons, which is the consensus of the world of cultivating immortals.

Zhuang Hong used magic to hold his magic weapon, which is simply unreasonable.

Cultivator Nascent Soul failed to get good feedback from Zhuang Hong for two consecutive blows, which made him understand that he had run into someone not easy to mess with.

However, he didn't retreat at this point, but continued to throw all kinds of magic weapons to attack Zhuang Hong, because the three flying swords controlled by Zhuang Hong were very valuable, and he wanted to try to get them back.

Most importantly, although he felt that Zhuang Hong was not easy to mess with, he did not feel a fatal threat from Zhuang Hong, which made him think that no matter what happened, he could escape from Zhuang Hong.

Therefore, when this Nascent Soul cultivator faced Shang Zhuang Hong, he didn't have much fear.

And Zhuang Hong was also happy to fight with this Nascent Soul cultivator, to experience for himself how immortal cultivators in this world fight.

So, he just started fighting with this Nascent Soul cultivator back and forth.

After fighting back and forth, Zhuang Hong soon discovered that this world of cultivating immortals was different from the world of cultivating immortals he had imagined.

For example, these immortal cultivators don't know the five-element spells such as thunder, fire, and ice. Even if they can release flames, they are all achieved by using special materials, just like injecting fuel to ignite a fire. The spell is not very powerful, not even as powerful as a flying sword's attack.

For another example, the strength of the immortal cultivators is mostly higher than that of magic weapons, and the suppression power of different levels of aura is not as great as imagined. If a Nascent Soul cultivator holds a very powerful top-grade magic weapon, it may be able to kill a higher-level cultivator of Huashen.

This made Zhuang Hong suspect that what he came to was a crude version of the world of cultivating immortals.

Of course, it is also possible that the rumors he heard about the world of cultivating immortals are the result of imaginative processing.

After the two of them fought for a while, the Nascent Soul cultivator was startled by Zhuang Hong's various operations, and his back was dripping with cold sweat, and an inexplicable feeling of fear rose in his heart.

After another blow, the monk Nascent Soul cupped his hands and said: "This fellow Taoist is really good at tricks, I admire you, you just wait here for a while, I will go back when I go, and then I will fight with you for another 300 rounds."

After speaking, he turned around and fled away.

Zhuang Hong was surprised and said, "Stop fighting?"

He didn't stop him either, but observed the current situation.

What he didn't expect was that after the Nascent Soul cultivator left for a while, he turned back and brought a cultivator at the transformation stage with him.

Nascent Soul cultivator pointed at Zhuang Hong and said, "Senior Wuyi, that's him."

Zhuang Hong: "???"

The cultivator known as Taoist Wuyi saw Zhuang Hong, grinned and said, "Boy, you hid it pretty well. Now obediently hand over the treasure on your body, and I will spare your life."

Zhuang Hong: "Treasures? Why don't I know what other treasures I have."

Taoist Wuyi sneered and said, "I hope your mouth can still be so hard later."

After speaking, he immediately started to attack Zhuang Hong with several magic weapons, but all his attacks were dodged by Zhuang Hong.

After a while, Taoist Wuyi was shocked, looked at Zhuang Hong in disbelief and muttered: "Why are all my attacks ineffective?"

The Nascent Soul cultivator looked even more ugly, and he didn't expect that the helper he had found would be helpless against Zhuang Hong.

Zhuang Hong laughed, waved his hands at them and said: "We are not in the same dimension, there is no comparison, so don't treat me as an opponent."

Taoist Wuyi's face was uncertain, he wanted to leave but was unwilling and hesitant.

At this moment, he saw a cultivator of transforming spirit flying by, and immediately greeted him: "Fellow Daoist Jinping, please stay and help me."

Seeing this, Zhuang Hong's face darkened immediately: "Damn it, call out one by one, I'm afraid you will be able to call everyone over later..."