In those years when I was a mortal and a demon

"What a prestigious cultivator Yi. Just now he said that he would use three moves to fight one against two. Now he has just passed one move with my senior brother. Are he going to change his mind and make two against one?" Brother Tie Zi couldn't help but wonder when he saw this. sarcastically.

"Sect Master Fang, please stop." Yi Xitian's face turned red and he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Fellow Daoist Yi, don't pay attention to these irritating words. Quick victory is the first priority!" Fang Laomo insisted.

"Why, do you think I'm really dying!" Yi Xitian's words were mixed with a bit of sullenness, and he looked at Fang Laomo with an unkind expression.

"This... okay, but I hope fellow Daoist Yi will not capsize in the gutter. Otherwise, if word spreads, it will be even more embarrassing than two against one." After hearing this, Fang Laomo didn't even think about it. Then he continued and angrily restrained the three corpses.

Because since Yi Xitian became famous in the world of immortal cultivation in the Jin Dynasty, he has become extremely arrogant and has a great reputation. If he intervenes forcefully, I'm afraid that Yi Xitian, who has lost some of his dignity now, will vent his anger on himself.

"The boat capsized in the sewer? Didn't you say that the so-called Tiannan where Han Li and the others came from was just a remote place? It was just a few mountain barbarians who plundered some treasures in that corner."

"Uh..." Fang Laomo was completely speechless. In the past six months, the Yinluo Sect has been killed by several elders in succession by the same person. Its strength and face have been greatly damaged, and the status of the top ten demon sects is also in jeopardy.

In order to preserve its reputation, Yinluo Sect released the details of Han Li's origin in Tiannan. He also claimed that he was only sharp because of the treasure, and his true strength was not worth mentioning at all.

"Those ghosts just now were just my most common means. You should be proud of being able to resist them. Because it shows that your magical powers are among the average among the monks in the late Jin Dynasty." Yi Xitian looked at Lu Yuan and said, He said with a solemn face.

"Does this mean it can reach the middle level? It seems that Dajin, as the rumored holy land for cultivating immortals, is only at this level." Lu Yuan sneered.

"Shanye Villager, although your senior brother was lucky enough to kill Old Demon Qian and Master Hanli, how could you know that in the Jin Dynasty Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Yi Mou still held up his hand to the sky!" Yi Xitian sneered and dismissed it. said.

"Tch, are you as strong as you? If there are no other means, don't blame Lu for not saving face for you!"

"To deal with you who have never seen the world, I only rely on this pair of treasures, which is enough!" After Yi Xitian said, he clapped his hands continuously and started beating the Yinli war drum again.

"Ah..." Seeing that the other party was still acting like this, Lu Yuan sighed inwardly and felt a little depressed.

Although he does not have many treasures on his body, in terms of power, whether it is the Ten Thousand Blade Disk, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, or the Purgatory Tower, etc. Every one of them is taken out to crush the monks of the same level.

The reason why I met Yi Xitian Moji, one of the four great casual cultivators of the Jin Dynasty, was because I wanted to gain some experience and wanted to see how powerful the powerful men in the immortal world of the Jin Dynasty were.

But Yi Xitian didn't know whether it was because he was too poor as a casual cultivator or something else, but he just kept doing this routine of playing drums over and over again. Those who didn’t know, thought he was singing!

But what Lu Yuan didn't know was that when he was thinking this, Yi Xitian opposite him was getting into trouble.

As one of the four great casual cultivators in the Jin Dynasty, he is an extremely honorable master.

Facing Lu Yuan, an opponent with little reputation, he felt that if he used all his methods, even if he won, it would not be a glorious thing to spread the word. On the contrary, it will make the other party famous and become a wedding dress.

Of course, another reason is that the Soul Gathering Bell and Yinli War Drum are his trump card, and they are also the nightmare of many Nascent Soul monks in the Jin Dynasty. As long as the power is fully activated, defeating the opponent will be a matter of time.

Therefore, he simply stopped using other treasures and prepared to continue to increase the power of the Soul Gathering Bell and the Yinli War Drum, so as to defeat his opponent with this move. As long as the power is not used to the extreme, it does not count as losing face.

As the drums continued to sound, the ghosts that had been dispersed before were condensed again at the call of the Yinli War Drum. The golden blade rushed towards Lu Yuan as if it was endless and fearless of death.

Lu Principle took them all in unceremoniously and drove the golden blade to kill them again and again.

Yi Xitian didn't care, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he continued to beat the war drum.

After several times in a row, Lu Yuan finally realized something was wrong. As the number of kills increased, those ghosts seemed to be more powerful than before. It seemed that they were still killing with the same sword, but they consumed more mana than at the beginning.

This situation is somewhat similar to the situation when he killed the phantom beast on the first floor of the Purgatory Tower. Could it be that Yi Xitian wanted to use this to consume his own mana?

"Have you noticed that it's awesome? But it's not just that. Face despair!" Yi Xitian on the other side saw Lu Yuan's contemplative look, and a hint of sarcasm appeared in the raised corner of his mouth.

Then the rhythm of the war drums suddenly changed, and then the sound coming from the Yinli war drums actually filled the world with a lot of chilling moods.

Under the blessing of this chill, the fighting spirit of Yi Xitian's ghosts increased sharply, making the golden blade seem a little powerless when facing these ghosts, and gradually became dim.

The moment he killed those ghosts, Lu Yuan realized that the mana attached to the golden blade was consumed several times more than the last time.

Especially those ghosts at the level of ghost kings, each of which can now entangle nearly a hundred golden blades.

As the Golden Blade struggled with the Ghost King, not only was its mana consumed rapidly, but its spiritual consciousness was also constantly weakening.

If this continues, both mana and spiritual consciousness will be greatly damaged at the same time.

"With such magical powers, Mr. Song Da said that he alone is worth two or three later monks, which is an understatement." Lu Yuan couldn't help but look a little solemn when he saw that Yi Xiangang had such magical powers, but then the corners of his mouth turned pale. A sneer came up.

No matter how many ghosts you summon, can you still have as many golden blades as mine?

If you want to fight a war of attrition with me, you have chosen the wrong opponent!

"Come back!" Lu Yuan raised one hand.

The golden blades on the battlefield were recalled into the body again, and Lu Yuan's entire body of mana surged out, pouring into the Thousand Blades Disk along with thousands of golden blades.

Next, after a few flashes of golden blades spurting out from the Ten Thousand Blades Disk, they instantly transformed from one to four. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of golden flying knives were densely packed, like a mountain of knives.

"You want to make a desperate move!" Yi Xitian's expression changed, and he realized that Lu Yuan had used all his magic power without reservation.

In his previous experience in fighting, most of the cases where two opponents of equal strength found it difficult to defeat each other in a life-and-death fight, so they made such dangerous moves. Because once the opponent cannot be defeated, the person who has exhausted his mana will fall into a desperate situation.

Of course, there are also two people whose strength gap is too big. The weaker one knows that he is no match and wants to use this method to exchange his life for his life. Forcing the powerful party to throw a rat weapon and retreat on its own.

However, Yi Xitian had been in the Jin Dynasty for hundreds of years and had never seen any big storms. How could he be afraid of such methods?

So he poured most of his mana into the two treasures, the Soul Gathering Bell and the Yinli War Drum, causing the number of ghosts to increase to nearly 10,000. He thought that in this way, he would have no problem receiving Lu Yuan's blow.

Then Lu Yuan, whose mana had dried up, was not at his mercy. As for Brother Tiezi next to him, he was ignored by him because of his easy suppression before.

Just when Yi Xitian thought he had a chance to win, he saw Lu Yuan's method changed again.

After circling for a while, the golden blades in the mountain of swords suddenly gathered together and turned into thousands of octagonal golden wheels, roaring into the army of ghosts.

These golden wheels rotated and cut rapidly in the formation, and ordinary ghosts collapsed at the touch of it. Even the twenty or thirty ghost king level monks were unable to resist under the cutting of the golden wheels.

"It's true that I have some skills, but my ghost can't kill them all. The more frustrated I am, the stronger I get!" Yi Xitian's eyes narrowed at first, and then he continued to beat the Yinli war drum in the air with disapproval.

But after just a few shots, he suddenly discovered that it was difficult for the ghosts dispersed by the golden wheel to condense again. Even if it is condensed, its strength has become extremely weak, even compared with when it first came out, it is much worse.

what happened?

Yi Xitian was a little confused!

"That's it? The evil-dispelling divine thunder!" Fang Laomo on the side was the first to notice something strange, pointing at the golden wheel and said in shock.

Yi Xitian's eyes flashed with divine light, and he quickly took a closer look.

Only then did I realize that tiny golden arcs were ejected from those golden wheels. I didn't notice it at first, just because the golden wheel rotated too fast and it was difficult to detect.

Now every time the golden wheel defeats a ghost, the evil-proof divine thunder attached to it will destroy part of the defeated ghost's power.

Yi Xitian was a little dumbfounded for a moment. From a low-level monk to today's realm, he had had the experience of having his magical powers restrained during a fight.

But since he advanced to Nascent Soul, obtained two proud treasures, the Soul Gathering Bell and the Yinli War Drum, and cultivated thousands of Yin Souls. In this way, he has been rampant in the world of immortal cultivation for hundreds of years without any defeat.

After all, although the evil-preventing divine thunder is known as the nemesis of ghosts and demons, it is difficult to find in the world, and Yi Xitian has naturally never encountered it.

It was just bad luck that he met Lu Yuan today.

Seeing Yi Xitian dumbfounded, Fang Laomo on the side couldn't help but cursed in his heart that Yi Xitian was too good at pretending before and deserved to be struck by the thunder of the God of Evil!

But he knew now was not the time to gloat.

Because when he was in Tiannan, his Taoist companion and an elder in the middle Nascent Soul stage were killed by Han Li, and later the old demon Qian also died in the hands of Han Li.

In the past six months, several elders in the sect have been poisoned by Han Li one after another, and most of the Yinluo Sect's most precious treasure, the Ghost Luo Banner, has been snatched away by Han Li. So after hearing that the person Yi Xitian and others were going to deal with this time was probably Han Li, he also joined in.

Unexpectedly, Han Li didn't see him, but he met Lu Yuan, whose magical power was even more terrifying. Even Yi Xitian seemed to be unable to suppress him.

If Lu and Yuan are allowed to escape today, and they join forces with Han Li in the future, even the Yinluo Sect, as one of the top ten demon sects in the Jin Dynasty, will not be able to withstand the revenge of the three great monks.

Thinking of this, Fang Laomo almost roared.

"Fellow Daoist Yi, why are you so stunned? You haven't been defeated yet!"

Yi Xitian was knocked back to his senses by Fang Laomo's yell, and he didn't care about his face or anything else. Immediately prepare to take back the second treasure and prepare other means to deal with Lu Yuan.

Fang Laomo no longer cared about whether Yi Xitiantong agreed or not, and directed the three refined corpses to go straight to Lu Yuan, hoping to make a sneak attack while Lu Yuanyuan was weak in mana.

But as soon as his three refined corpses made a move, Yi Xitian beside him spoke again.

"Sect Master Fang, please wait."

"How old are you, fellow Daoist Yi, why do you still care about your shame!" Fang Laomo turned his head and roared at Yi Xitian.

But Yi Xitian didn't want to stop Fang Laomo, but instead asked for help.

"Sect Master Fang, come and help me first!" Yi Xitian said anxiously.

Because at this time, almost all of his thousands of ghosts were wiped out, leaving only the twenty or thirty ghost king-level souls still struggling to hold on.

It would be fine if the ghosts of mortals were gone. After all, the Jin Dynasty had a vast frontier. If you just go to a few important towns outside the Great Wall, you can get a large number of elite soldiers to resurrect their souls.

But these ghost kings need to be slowly cultivated from the souls of low-level monks. It took him hundreds of years to cultivate these ghost kings now, and each one is extremely precious.

But now that there are no restraints from those ordinary ghosts, thousands of golden wheels are passing through like locusts, ravaging dozens of ghost kings crazily. Yi Xitian tried his best, but couldn't take it back.

In a short period of time, almost all the Ghost King's souls became illusory. Seeing that if this continued, they would be beaten to ashes, how could he not be anxious.

"You!" Fang Laomo was about to explode with anger when he heard this.

I wanted to take action before, but you were so pretentious that you wouldn't let me go. Now I'm asking for help in resisting Lu Yuan's golden wheel. Naturally, the boss is unwilling.

Because his three refined corpses were also refined using demonic methods, he had a natural fear of the evil-proofing divine thunder.

"Sect Leader Fang only needs to help me resist for a while, but Lu Yuan's magic power is at its lowest now. After I take back the Ghost Queen, I will have other means to destroy him!" Yi Xitian saw the reluctance on Fang Laomo's face and quickly promised.

When Fang Laomo heard this, he almost fainted from Yi Xitian's anger.

How long has it been, and I’m still feeling sorry for those ghost kings of yours!

But how did he know that Yi Xitian was a casual cultivator after all. In addition to a few proud treasures, there are usually a few disciples in the alchemy stage, who are no different from being alone.

In terms of net worth, he is not as good as Fang Lao Mo, the leader of the sect, so he is secretly involved in many auctions. And it is reasonable to cherish every treasure of yours.

Fang Lao's demonic aura returned, but he also knew that with the magical power Lu Yuan had shown now, he would probably have to rely on Yi Xitian to deal with it. He had no choice but to recall three Nascent Soul-level refined corpses to rescue Yi Washian's ghost kings.

These three refined corpses are quite rough and thick-skinned, and the black armor on their bodies is extremely hard. The short sword, the long spear, and the huge mace were waved repeatedly, barely able to temporarily catch thousands of gold wheels.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Lu Yuan does not have as many evil-fighting divine thunders in his body as Han Li. But even so, if the power of the golden blade alone continues, it will be a matter of time before these three refined corpses are chopped into dregs.