Fengyunlu

At the moment, Zhu Chunguang's cultivation was not enough to cope with this attack. He was controlled by the demon order and his body was involuntarily controlled. Although he summoned the Xuantian Dharma Elephant, the hundred-foot Dharma Elephant was not stable. How could its power compete with the Nine Heavens Demonic Qi activated by the combined efforts of more than a dozen heaven-level masters?

During this battle, Bo Liangzi, who was responsible for acting as head of the sect, attracted special attention. He used the energy of the Nine Heavens to Conquer Demons to transform into a giant sword of a hundred feet that could cover the sky and the sun. The sword's edge was directly towards Zhu Chunguang. The sword instantly pierced the Xuantian Dharma Elephant, and Zhu Chunguang also quickly struck back. The black evil spirit surged and punched the giant sword. Black smoke billowed from the Baizhang Dharma Elephant, and a fishy wind filled the air. The giant sword was also deflected by a blow, and was knocked aside from the Dharma Elephant's body.

Seeing this, everyone attacked one after another, each holding a sharp blade and attacking the Dharma image from different directions. They cooperated with each other tacitly, like constructing a strange formation, their sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and their sword intent was fierce. Under its attack, Xuantian's Dharma image was turbulent and even threatened to collapse.

When Bo Liangzi saw this, his eyes changed slightly, he retreated with the sword technique, and the giant sword immediately fell back, and the sharp edge struck Xuantian Dharma Xiang again. The target of this attack was at the back of Fa Xiang's mind. If he was hit, Zhu Chunguang would not be spared either. However, at this critical moment, a cultivator beside him suddenly took action to block Bo Liangzi's attack.

The cultivator had a look of intolerance on his face, thinking that although the demonic energy of this Dharma image was raging, Zhu Chunguang's face was full of fear, and he was obviously very frightened by his own situation. What's more, these two people came to be apprentices. Although a fight broke out, the situation was unknown, so how could they easily kill them?

His reminder made Bo Liangzi stop, but Bo Liangzi was not persuaded. In his opinion, the cultivators of Ten Thousand Demons Abyss are all enemies. Even if the two people in front of him are not related to Ten Thousand Demons Abyss, they are certainly inseparable. He thought that since there was a connection, why not kill him? Furthermore, even if he killed the wrong person in the end, what would he do if he had the Demonic Order?

Thinking of this, Bo Liangzi launched another attack, and the power of the giant sword was even greater than before. Seeing that the giant sword was about to crush Zhu Guangming's head, the cultivator who blocked him took action again. He flew forward and slapped Bo Liangzi on the shoulder, trying to interrupt his sword technique. At the same time, he used a spiritual light to lead the giant sword to the abyss at the bottom of Jian Cliff Mountain.

This time, Bo Liangzi was so shocked that the sword technique in his hand shifted slightly. Although the giant sword penetrated the back of Fa Xiang's head, it just missed the center of his eyebrows. The giant sword formed by the gathering of the Nine Heavens Demonic Energy was astonishingly powerful. Zhu Chunguang suffered heavy injuries, blood spurted out, and his whole body was stained with blood.

"What do you mean by this?" Bo Liangzi's eyes were full of hatred, and he suppressed his anger and turned around to ask.

The man stood aside, shook his head and sighed: "Brother, you are so stubborn, do you really want to cause a big disaster?"

"Wrong?" Bo Liangzi's eyes suddenly shrank, his inner demons were turbulent, and he didn't know what was right or wrong. His face darkened, and he decided to take action again. He pinched the sword skills, turned the giant sword back, and transformed into an invisible sword intention, attacking like a stream of water at the Xuantian Dharma Image that had already collapsed. The battle becomes more intense, and no one knows how it will end. But what is certain is that the battle will continue until a winner is decided.

With a swish sound, a sharp edge shot straight through the sky, and the powerful momentum seemed to tear the sky apart. Immediately afterwards, a powerful demonic energy overflowed, accompanied by lavender light, like eight giant pillars, rushing towards the center from all directions. Under the guidance of the demonic energy, the lavender light turned into eight strands, like countless giant waves, compressing crazily inward.

The compressed air waves continue to gather, and powerful force emerges, squeezing that force from the outside in like twisting a towel. At this time, there was a faint hint of green light in the lavender brilliance. The originally majestic Xuantian Dharma Elephant made a clicking sound under the squeeze of this force.

However, what is unexpected is that although the Xuantian Dharma Image suffered an unprecedented attack, it did not collapse, but instead became more solid. Its originally huge body of tens of feet gradually shrank under the squeeze, and finally only remained about ten feet. However, his momentum became more and more powerful, even surpassing the limits of ordinary saint-level experts.

Bo Liangzi saw a trace of surprise in his eyes. Everyone around him was also shocked. Xuantian Dharma Xiang, who was originally believed to be defeated, actually stood firm under such a disadvantage. Not only that, its momentum is even better, making people fearful of its true strength.

"Is this still wrong?" Bo Liangzi asked calmly, his eyes as cold as ice. Faced with his question, the man was speechless. After all, the facts before us are clearly visible. Someone is obviously controlling the Xuantian Dharma Image, otherwise it would never be possible for it to turn defeat into victory in such an adverse situation.

While everyone was deep in thought, a dull voice sounded, interrupting their thoughts. "Of course it's wrong." The voice was lazy but firm. As the voice fell, the dharma image transformed by the giant sword began to gradually disintegrate, and black lines gradually appeared, like a powerful demon god that had never been seen before.

This demon has three heads and six arms, each holding a rare magical weapon. At this moment, he seemed to be resurrected, his eyelids trembled slightly, and a strong murderous aura suddenly overflowed. Black clouds surged in the sky, and endless killing intent seemed to devour all living beings.

Faced with such a turn of events, everyone was panicked and retreated one after another. It wasn't until an old man slowly appeared that everyone felt the pressure ease a little. The old man's eyes were deep and he seemed to be able to see through everything. He stared at Bo Liangzi, with a mysterious smile on his lips, as if to say: "This is the beginning."

In a solemn and solemn atmosphere, an old man wearing a blue-gray cloth robe appeared in front of everyone. His face was ordinary, without any momentum or anything special, he just stood there quietly. However, it was this seemingly ordinary old man who made the demon statue restrain its arrogance in an instant. Its eyes suddenly opened and two rays of light shot out, staring straight at him. Alas~ Young man, why are you so persistent? Let go of your obsession, I may be able to save your life. "The old man looked solemn and spoke slowly, his eyes full of apologies. The Dharma image seemed a little sluggish, with confusion in his eyes. After a moment, he said in a low voice: "Are you talking about him or me? "The sound was like muffled thunder, reaching everyone's ears, causing everyone to look up.

At this time, everyone finally saw clearly the condition of the Dharma image. Zhu Chunguang's eyes were closed tightly, his body was covered in blood, his hands were hanging down, shaking slightly, and his breath was weak and almost undetectable. There was a demon token suspended in front of him, shimmering slightly with black light, as if some mysterious power was continuously drawing something from him.

"Shen Xin sells the devil, and he is thirsty for blood. This is the magic sect's way of exchanging lives without returning. He sacrificed his life with the devil's order. If he is not sent by Wan Mo Yuan, who else can he be?" Bo Liangzi recognized it at a glance. , more confident in one’s previous judgment. However, the old man's face darkened and he said sternly: "Shut up!! You didn't even realize that you made a big mistake. I'll hold you accountable later."

Bo Liangzi wanted to defend himself, but was scolded by the old man and backed down. He could only step aside reluctantly, still dissatisfied. The old man ignored it, turned to look at the demon elephant, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, I don't know where the demon clan comes from. This young man brought you here because of a moment of resentment. This place is where Xuanmen is located, on top of the ruined mountain of Jianyinmen. You should think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences if you break the agreement."

The old man's words were like an alarm bell ringing, hitting the demon elephant's heart directly. The demon elephant stopped walking, put away his momentum, looked stiff, and fell into deep thought. After a long silence, the demon elephant slowly spoke: "He holds the token and has not broken the agreement."

"In this case, if you are still stubborn, my sword hidden door will be closed for these three thousand years of Dharmakaya." The old man finished speaking, without further words, and took action directly. Green light flashed, and the wind roared between heaven and earth. With the old man as the center, endless waves of air surged and rolled. Except for the disciples of the Jianyin Sect and Zhu Chunhua, the boundless black clouds dissipated without a trace on the Can Mountain, and the strong black wind also disappeared instantly. The old man's figure flashed, and he rushed towards the demon elephant like a ghost. The green light in his hand slashed, turning into sword rays, piercing the demon elephant's vitals. The demon elephant roared angrily, waving various magic weapons with its six arms, trying to resist the old man's attack. However, the old man's swordsmanship was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace. Each sword contained infinite power, and the demon elephant was defeated step by step.