Myriad Spirits Immortal Clan

Before the Beast Tower, as Sikong Ziming finished speaking, Sikong Zitian's lips curled into a slight smile. He stared intently at Sikong Ziming with a playful expression.

"Is this why Senior Brother brought his junior brother here?" Sikong Zitian pointed at the Beast Tower, stepping back slightly.

He then noticed that array flags had been placed around Sikong Zitian at some point, forming an array.

Even though Sikong Zitian's movements were exceptionally elusive, the array's spiritual shadows followed him closely, eventually forming an inverted spiritual bowl that covered Sikong Zitian.

"Junior Brother, you're too impatient. My junior brother wouldn't be this hasty," Sikong Ziming shook his head, two treasures already appearing in his hands.

One was the spiritual treasure, the Profound Lotus Spiritual Cushion, and the other was the Violet Zenith Sword.

The former, as a spiritual treasure, needed no explanation, possessing endless wondrous uses.

As for the Violet Zenith Sword, it was a high-quality magical treasure among fifth-order items, and the only magical treasure left behind by the Violet Zenith True Lord, already renowned.

"They say that the Yan Kingdom's cultivation world only had one smart person, and none after your master left, but it seems there's still half of one," Sikong Zitian said within the array, unafraid, looking calmly at Sikong Ziming.

He clearly wasn't afraid of the array, nor the spiritual treasure and the Violet Zenith Sword.

As he spoke, a dense blood-red light emanated from his body. In the next moment, his body suddenly shot out dozens of shadows.

These shadows all flashed away instantly, and as if they were nothing, they ignored the array's isolation and appeared outside the array.

"What kind of movement technique is this?" Sikong Ziming's expression changed drastically.

He was sure that the person before him was still in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but the methods he used made him feel somewhat unbelievable.

He was so frightened that he threw out spiritual treasures one after another.

The spiritual treasure transformed into a yellow lotus platform in the air, and several beads fell from the platform.

Each time a bead fell, an incredibly terrifying meteorite would fall on Sikong Zitian's head. These meteorites were unbelievably fast, as if they appeared out of thin air.

Boom boom boom!

Countless afterimages of Sikong Zitian shattered.

A terrifying pit was formed in the original spot.

"As expected of a spiritual treasure, even an enlightenment-type spiritual treasure has such wondrous abilities," After the lotus seeds of the lotus platform had fallen, it transformed back into a cushion.

Sikong Zitian's body reassembled in the distance.

His eyes were filled with greed as he looked at Sikong Ziming.

There were many Nascent Soul cultivators in the Penglai Immortal Sect, but few possessed spiritual treasures. If he killed Sikong Ziming, he would not only obtain the Profound Lotus Spiritual Cushion, but also the Ten Beast Tower, countless transformed spiritual herbs, and the inheritance in the distance.

This was simply a great harvest for him.

"Is that the Penglai Immortal Sect's divine ability, the Luo Yan Cloud Step?" Sikong Ziming asked with great apprehension.

"It seems you know quite a bit?" Sikong Zitian wasn't in a hurry to attack, continuing to look at Sikong Ziming leisurely.

He finally produced the imitation spiritual treasure, the Eight Trigrams Spirit Locking Disk.

As soon as the Eight Trigrams Disk appeared, eight profound lights emerged, transforming into eight divine weapons.

Knife, axe, spear, sword, hook, ruler, fan, and pearl.

When the spiritual shadows of the eight divine weapons fell and collided with the Violet Zenith Sword, a terrifying spiritual light storm swept outwards.

At that moment, both of them subconsciously looked towards the spiritual herb garden and the inheritance.

They were clearly worried that the spiritual herb garden and the inheritance spiritual mountain would be destroyed by this series of head-on collisions.

Fortunately, their worries were unnecessary. Except for the transformed spiritual herbs that disappeared completely and hid themselves.

There were no other effects.

"You're so confident, it seems the White Medicine True Lord gave you a trump card!" Sikong Zitian shot out a profound light spiritual palm.

However, before this spiritual palm could reach Sikong Ziming, it was cut in half by the sword light emanating from the Violet Zenith Sword.

"Fellow Daoist is so confident, could you be one of the Immortal Sect's Six Demon Lords?" Sikong Ziming didn't answer, but instead asked.

Hearing this, Sikong Zitian burst into laughter.

Both of them understood each other tacitly at this moment, and neither answered.

But their attacks became even more fierce.

What shocked Sikong Ziming was that he suddenly discovered that the array he controlled had been mostly altered by Sikong Zitian in an instant. The array hadn't trapped the opponent.

Instead, it was being countered by the opponent.

This scene naturally made Sikong Ziming extremely angry.

He continuously controlled the Violet Zenith Sword to strike at the array's foundation, wanting to break the array in advance.

He had now vaguely guessed the identity of the person before him.

It should be the Crimson Blood Demon Lord, one of the Penglai Six Demon Lords.

This old demon was most skilled in arrays. Although his strength and influence were not as great as True Lord Tai Peng, he was also one of the Penglai Demon Sect's promising seeds for transformation into a god.

In front of such a fifth-order array master, Sikong Ziming really had no confidence in controlling the array to trap and kill the opponent.

Instead, he was worried that he would be trapped and killed inside the array.

"Only reacting now? Don't you think it's a bit late?" Sikong Zitian couldn't help but sneer.

Crimson blood spirit纹 began to appear on his face.

These spirit纹 looked like jumping lava, appearing extremely terrifying.

At the same time, crimson molten stones appeared strangely in the void.

These molten stones blocked the array's foundation. Even the Violet Zenith Sword couldn't break through them at this moment.

In fact, these molten stones even smashed towards Sikong Ziming densely, one after another with terrifying force, causing Sikong Ziming to retreat repeatedly, even letting out a muffled groan. His chest rose and fell violently.

"Another divine ability!" Sikong Ziming's expression was extremely ugly.

"How can your seizure technique have no restrictions at all!"

"This isn't a seizure technique. This is great Dao sharing, a natural Dao fetus, driving the蘊法 divine ability is naturally just a small matter, nothing to be surprised about!" Sikong Zitian answered Sikong Ziming's question for the first time.

As soon as these words fell, the surrounding array formed, transforming into a blood-colored giant spiritual bowl, inverting and covering Sikong Ziming.

The outcome of the battle had already begun to become clear. This was also why Sikong Zitian was finally willing to answer.

Sikong Ziming could only drive his magical treasure to resist bitterly.

Just as Sikong Zitian was about to unleash his final killing move, two spiritual puppets suddenly fell from the void's boundary opening.

Seeing this scene, Sikong Zitian's eyes changed instantly.

"Who goes there!" Sikong Zitian directly reached out to grab the spiritual puppets.

However, he discovered that the spiritual puppets had already self-destructed in advance.

The spiritual palm ultimately grabbed only air.

"The spirit puppets of Puppet Wasteland, Fellow Daoist, quickly call for help!!" It wasn't Sikong Zitian who spoke, but Sikong Ziming.

Sikong Zitian's expression also changed instantly. Immediately after, he waved his hand, and a blood shadow rushed out, chasing after the outside of the secret realm!

The strength of this blood shadow clone was naturally inferior to the main body, and it would even weaken the main body's strength.

But if he didn't send it out, and Puppet Wasteland really called a Nascent Soul cultivator, he would really be afraid of being blocked here.

Without a spiritual treasure, Sikong Zitian didn't have much confidence in breaking the Burial Demon Lake.

Just as the blood shadow split off.

Sikong Ziming's body also took a spiritual pill, and his whole body was filled with spiritual light.

His brow also opened again.

From within, a small sword about a foot long flew out, which was also a natal sword fetus.

It was still the Taiyi Sect's rarest Pure Origin Sword Fetus.

"Hidden extremely deeply indeed!" Sikong Zitian couldn't help but look at it with interest.

This sword fetus hadn't even been exposed when the Qinghe Sect made their move.

While sighing, the Pure Origin Sword Fetus and the Violet Zenith Sword had already flown out one after the other, shattering all the divine weapon spiritual shadows of the Eight Trigrams magical treasure.

The Profound Lotus Spiritual Cushion also flew up, transforming into an unfolded lotus platform, and the surrounding array began to distort.

The sword light then pointed at Sikong Zitian.

Just as Sikong Zitian was about to use that mysterious footwork again, he suddenly discovered that Sikong Ziming had taken out a golden bead.

Seeing this golden bead, a sense of fear suddenly surged in Sikong Zitian's eyes.

"Damn Medicine King Valley, how dare they side with Buddhism!!!" Sikong Zitian roared angrily.

His blood shadow was also illuminated by the golden light. In an instant, several blood shadows turned into pools of blood light, disappearing into the void.

In the end, only one blood shadow remained, which was naturally Sikong Zitian's main body.

Sikong Ziming's two swords, carrying terrifying sword light, also fell!

Even though Sikong Zitian's footwork was remarkable, he was still struck by a sword!

Instantly, blood spurted into the void, and a shrill scream spread throughout the entire secret realm.