Immortal cultivation starts with copying

The four newly appeared foundation-building monks were all unfamiliar faces, and there was no Xu Chong, who was familiar to Chen Yunhao.

Moreover, the lowest of these four foundation-building monks was in the middle stage of foundation-building, and two were in the late stage of foundation-building. Together with the previous monks, there were five people in total.

"Catch him, and search his soul and take his spirit to see what your origin is..."

The middle-aged monk that Chen Yunhao was following snorted coldly, with a fierce light in his eyes.

The four newly appeared monks obviously had to obey this man, and they flashed and surrounded Chen Yunhao.

And they didn't say much, just took out the magic weapon to greet him.

Chen Yunhao had already sacrificed the Hun Tian Zhong and slapped a few second-level Vajra Talismans on himself.

As the old saying goes, the first to strike is the strongest. Before the few people sacrificed their magic weapons, Chen Yunhao's Qingmang Sword had already flown out.

This was the first time that Chen Yunhao really drove the Qingmang Sword after learning the sword-controlling technique.

In the past, Chen Yunhao only knew the ordinary sword-controlling method, and he only used three or two moves back and forth, and the power was also average.

The actual power of the middle-grade magic weapon cannot be brought into play at all. Of course, the low cultivation level is also one aspect.

But after learning the sword-controlling technique, not only the skills are improved, but also the power.

I saw the Qingmang sword flash in the air, and suddenly one became two, two became four, four became eight, and in the blink of an eye it turned into eight flying swords with cold light.

Of course, only one of them is real, and the other seven are illusory, but the illusory ones are also powerful.

It is almost impossible to distinguish the real and fake strength of the cold sword light that slashed in the air.

This is a move in the sword-controlling technique, called the sword-dividing technique.

The eight flying swords correspond to four people respectively. Each flying sword dances up and down like a spirit snake, as if each flying sword is controlled by someone.

Chen Yunhao's sword-controlling technique has begun to show results, and the four people who just surrounded him had to step back a few steps.

And these four people also have magic weapons in their hands, but they lost the initiative and belong to passive defense.

Chen Yunhao was controlling the Qingmang Sword while keeping an eye on the leading cultivator.

He had followed the cultivator all the way here, but had never seen him take action. Last time, he only killed one of his bloodthirsty insects, so he didn't know his opponent's methods.

But he probably wasn't that powerful, because Wu Songqing was able to escape from his hands last time, so even if he had some strange tricks, they probably weren't that powerful.

Chen Yunhao was different. He had many tricks in his hands, and he didn't worry about whether he could escape at all, so his face was calm, and he was still able to fight with ease when he was one against four.

The leading cultivator was obviously a little surprised by Chen Yunhao's methods. Such a sophisticated sword control technique was rare, unless it was a specialized sword cultivator.

But using only the sword control technique to fight one against four could not last long, after all, Chen Yunhao's mana was no match for four cultivators of the same level.

So Chen Yunhao's men kept moving, and the Golden Crow Technique came out easily.

His plan was to defeat them one by one, starting with the one with the lowest cultivation level, and getting rid of them one by one.

Through the fight just now, one of the foundation-building cultivators had the worst cultivation, of course, this was only relative.

Chen Yunhao pinched his fingers and a palm-sized golden crow flew into the air, and suddenly, it changed into a size of ten feet.

As Chen Yunhao's cultivation gradually increased, these spells became more and more proficient, and the power naturally became stronger and stronger.

The golden crow's wings flickered in the air, and dozens of rockets appeared from its two chicken wings, falling on the cultivator that Chen Yunhao had chosen.

The face of the weakest foundation-building cultivator changed, and he hurriedly offered a shield to protect himself.

But he didn't know that all this was just a means for Chen Yunhao to cover up his tracks.

After all, no matter how powerful the spell is, there is a process of casting, and there is also a process of fighting back against the opponent, which is not a means of quick victory.

The current situation is five to one. If time goes on, Chen Yunhao will definitely be the one who suffers.

If you want to reverse this situation, you must break through one by one, and as soon as possible.

The monk had just used his shield to block dozens of rockets one by one, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a sharp scream from his mouth.

Except for Chen Yunhao, the others looked closely and found that at some point, a big hole had been pierced through his abdomen by a sharp weapon.

This big hole directly pierced through his dantian. Even if he could be saved, he would have no hope of practicing in this life.

What's more, this was the result of Chen Yunhao using the dark thorn. You must know that the dark thorn was poisoned by him, and even a little skin break could kill the opponent!

After being upgraded and refined by Master Shi, the dark thorn had already reached the level of a top-grade magic weapon, and its power was already a world apart from before.

Except for Chen Yunhao, the five people present did not notice when the dark thorn appeared and how it disappeared.

It can be said that the dark thorn was like a ghost, which shocked the remaining few people at once.

The injured monk just wailed a few times, then his face turned blue, and he fell to the ground and died.

The monk in the lead suddenly became very gloomy, and he joined the battlefield in person.

This monk's method was rather strange. He made hand gestures repeatedly, and a ball of black mist suddenly appeared above Chen Yunhao's head.

This ball of black mist was as thick as ink, and it moved up and down and left and right in the air like a living thing, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge black claw.

This claw did not look like the claw of a wild beast or a monster, but more like a claw of a mutated human hand.

The more Chen Yunhao looked at this claw, the more familiar it looked, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

It was almost the same as the claws of the demon cultivator after he saw the shadow talisman last night.

"Demon cultivator...!"

Two words popped up in Chen Yunhao's mind. This was obviously the magic power of the demon cultivator.

Although the ghost way of cultivation also had similar magic power, the spiritual power fluctuations between the two were completely different. The claws transformed by the black mist in front of him had a more evil feeling.

Chen Yunhao had also encountered ghost cultivators before. The spells they cast were all ghostly, which was easy to distinguish.

Of course, it was not possible to completely judge that the other party belonged to the demon cultivator just by this magic power, because many cultivators could use specific means to cast similar magic power.

The most special thing about the demon cultivator was that they could be demonized, which was the only way to distinguish the demon cultivator.

The real demons were not very good at magic power, but their physical strength was better.

Therefore, the demon cultivators after demonization were not only tall and powerful, but also invulnerable to swords and guns. This was the unique feature that ordinary cultivators could not match.

In addition, the appearance of the demon cultivator after the transformation was terrifying and ugly, and he was fearless, which caused great psychological pressure and fear to the cultivators, and he was weaker in momentum.

"Ding... Ding..."

After two crisp sounds, the two green swords transformed by Chen Yunhao were bounced away by the two fingers of this sharp claw, and were grabbed by the head like an eagle grabbing a chick.