The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

"My guess was indeed good. He is actually an elder-level existence."

"The realm of spiritual consciousness? A bigger trap? The target of the ghost path is actually a famous person in Panyang City."

"These guys really don't stop."

My heart felt a little heavy, as Beizhou seemed to have become a place where demons danced wildly, with conspiracies emerging one after another.

One city after another is being targeted, these demons and ghosts are emerging in endlessly, and the pressure from various schools of thought seems to be great.

While he was thinking, a figure suddenly appeared on the lake.

This figure was wearing a black robe, with disheveled hair, and a gloomy face. He was an old man with fair skin.

His body was filled with a ghostly aura, and his cold eyes looked at the merchant ship that had reached the shore.

At this time, Shang Xuewen did not know when he had already cast his order - the law fell into a deep sleep.

Everyone returned to the cabin and fell into a deep sleep.

A black brocade handkerchief appeared in Shang Xuewen's hand, and he raised his hand and threw it away.

This brocade handkerchief continued to emit a strange light, instantly covering the entire ship, protecting the entire ship.

At least ten terrifying monsters appeared in all directions, all of them had different shapes, almost all floating on the water.

Shang Xuewen looked at the strange things emerging from all directions, with a trace of solemnity on his face.

There was a slight trace of cold sweat on his forehead, "We are in big trouble."

There was a faint feeling of retreat in his heart. Faced with so many strange sieges, he felt that he might not be able to hold on any longer.

The most terrifying thing was that a monk in the realm of spiritual consciousness stared at him, his whole body filled with terrifying pressure, and an invisible force locked onto him.

"Hehehe, I thought it was someone."

"It turns out you're a boy from the Legal family. You dare to kill my pet. You really don't know how to live or die."

The icy voice was filled with endless cold light, and the entire air seemed to become colder at this moment.

Shang Xuewen said with a gloomy face, "Which Ghost King Palace are you a monk from?"

"Beizhou is a place where all schools of thought belong. Aren't you afraid of death if you dare to cross the border?"

Faced with Business Xuewen's questioning, Daoist looked indifferent.

"Haha, who told you that Beizhou belongs to all your schools of thought?"

"I, Chujiang Ghost King Palace, want to get involved, what can you do?"

"Hehehe," the cold laughter was full of murderous intent.

Daoist, the ghost spirit, didn't talk nonsense and raised his hand.

"Come on!" accompanied by a cold voice.

Ten strange heads under the surrounding water suddenly rushed up. Their bodies were filled with strange auras, and they fell on the mysterious brocade brilliance in an instant.

Boom boom boom.

These monsters wave their limbs, exerting great power with every blow.

The light began to tremble violently, as if it might collapse at any time.

Shang Xuewen's face paled slightly, his mana was being consumed at an alarming rate, and he could only last for a quarter of an hour at most.

The magic sword rose in his hand, and a hint of coldness flashed across his face.

"Law: Must win!"

The magic sword shot out and slashed directly to the side. It was a strange and illusory thing.

This strange thing seemed to be an invisible thing, struggling to squeeze into the light, and a small part of the body had already squeezed in.

This monster was the greatest threat, and the magic sword had already struck it in a flash.

"Chi chi chi..."

A shrill scream sounded, and the monster suddenly retreated, with a large wound appearing on its body.

Of course, this wound quickly healed under its hazy and illusory body, and its eyes were filled with a strange light.

A strange sense of distortion enveloped Shang Xuewen, and Shang Xuewen's face tightened.

Run the mysterious spell with all your strength to stabilize your spirit and not be distorted.

At the same time, an invisible shadow quietly appeared behind the ghost spirit Daoist.

The strange shadow instantly caught the ghost spirit Daoist's feet.

The ghost spirit Daoist was horrified, majestic mana surged out of his body, a strange wave erupted from his body, and the surrounding three feet range was violently shaking.

The shadow paper figure collapsed instantly, turned into ashes and melted directly into the water, leaving nothing behind.

Daoist, the ghost spirit, was confused, frowning, and looking left and right.

Not noticing the existence of anything at all, "What's going on?"

He didn't realize that the invisible mysterious power had quietly covered his whole body, and the tribulation energy was causing changes in the dark.

Daoist, the ghost spirit, frowned, "It's strange, I clearly feel like something is grabbing my leg."

"Why is there suddenly nothing left?"

"Is it alienation?"

Daoist was horrified. Alienation is something that every monk cannot escape.

Li Qing had a slight smile in his eyes.

"When calamity is lingering, calamity will come. All we have to do next is wait and see."

"I hope this Legalist apprentice can support me."

Li Qing observed quietly. He had no ability to intervene in this matter. The only thing he could do was to wait.

At this time, Shang Xuewen used his magic sword, constantly rushing out of the Jinpa's defense range, and launching sure-hit attacks on the weird ones.

Although these monsters are connected together, his magic sword combined with the law spell is really amazingly powerful.

Every sword must be hit by something strange, and the monsters killed have to block the magic sword in various ways.

Countless wounds were torn out all over his body, and he struggled frantically but to no avail.

But even so, the brilliance of Jinpa is quickly dimming.

Shang Xuewen took out a bottle of pills, quickly poured out one and drank it.

The mana quickly recovered, maintaining its own consumption, and barely supporting the brilliance of the brocade handkerchief.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, constantly sweeping around.

Poof

An illusory, weird, constantly changing color merged into the darkness. It tried several times to pass through the light of the brocade handkerchief, but was eventually forced out.

At this time, it finally showed a flaw and was instantly penetrated by a sword light.

The air turned into black water, an evil spirit stone fell, and a token suddenly flew back and fell into the hands of the ghost spirit Daoist.

There was a hint of gloom on Daoist's face, "You really don't know how to live or die, you actually dare to hurt my pet."

"Wouldn't it be better to die obediently?"

There was a gloomy look in his eyes, and a black ghostly hand suddenly rose above his head. He came across the sky and grabbed the brocade handkerchief.

This attack was so powerful that a ten-foot radius was enveloped by billowing black air, and a layer of black ice formed on the lake.

The monk in the realm of spiritual consciousness took action personally, and Shang Xuewen's face showed a trace of solemnity.

Rumble.

The huge ghost hand slapped directly on the brilliance of the brocade handkerchief, terrifying power permeated the brilliance, and even Shang Xuewen felt a huge power.

Vast and terrifying power surged crazily, and the light of the brocade handkerchief quickly filled countless cracks.