"Hahaha, this magic sound bell is finally mine." Suddenly, above the thorns in the center of the formation, a person appeared, in his 40s or 50s, dressed in black, with black stripes on his face. He was holding the box that the young cultivator had just thrown away with an excited expression.
"It's you!" Lu Xiu, who was about to wake someone up, was startled and looked up at the person.
"Do you know?" Yi Qing asked.
"He... He is the one who just bid me a price for the magic weapon in the Treasure Pavilion." The cultivator glanced at the black stripes on the other's face and shrank back, "I didn't expect that he was actually a magic cultivator."
"Hey, stinky boy!" The magic cultivator took out a bell-like magic weapon from the box and glared at the young cultivator, "This magic sound bell should be a magic cultivating magic tool, even a qi-training kid like you dares to Grab this seat."
"You are talking nonsense, the magic weapon is not a spiritual weapon, there is no need to recognize the master. It was obviously bought by me."
"Buy it with your life, it also depends on whether you have a life!" The magic cultivator waved his hand, and the large thorns swelled up again, waving it towards this side.
Yi Qing rushed directly into the thorns, his sword moves changed, and suddenly he saw thousands of sword lights wandering among the green thorns, as if alive. In less than a moment, the dense vines were all cut into small pieces and fell down.
"You are Jindan cultivator!" Mo Xiu frowned, his face full of fear, and glared at Lu cultivator not far away, "Stinky boy, I didn't expect you to ask Jindan cultivator to escort. It's a pity..." He He quickly made a seal in his hand and sneered, "You meet me and you are destined to die here."
The next moment, the formation on the ground turned red, and the thorns and vines that had been cut down suddenly emitted a large amount of black energy, and the entire bamboo forest was swept away in an instant, and a biting chill eroded the surroundings.
"It's Yin Qi!" Yi Qing tightened the sword in his hand, turned his head and reminded him, "Go back and close the five senses to prevent Yin Qi from entering the body."
Lu Xiu hurriedly followed suit, setting up a simple defensive formation while reminding the woman next to him, "Fellow Daoist, hurry up into the formation, Yin Qi is no trivial matter."
However... a snoring still responded to him.
"… "
Still... still... Still sleeping, how did she get here all the way? Hey!
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The surrounding area full of yin qi has become much darker, but in the middle of the magic cultivator's formation, more thorns have grown wildly again. Yi Qing chopped off a few thorns, but found that the opponent's head was heading towards the two behind him.
It seems that this magic cultivator is not just taking treasure, he really wants to kill the cultivator surnamed Lu. Yi Qing frowned, and without holding back, he mobilized the spiritual energy of his entire body. As soon as the move was changed, the sword qi transformed into a shape. In an instant, dozens of swords made of spiritual qi appeared all over the body, turning into thousands of sword lights, and broke out directly, combining the large thorns with the black qi. Cut to shreds.
The formation under his feet suddenly cracked with a click, and the demon cultivator spit out a mouthful of blood, looking at Yi Qing in disbelief, "How is this possible, my Yin Gathering Formation! You... you are a sword cultivator!" Mingming His cultivation is higher than him, and with this formation, it is impossible for him to beat him. Unless the opponent is a sword cultivator, only a sword cultivator can challenge it.
Jian Xiu cultivates the way of swordsmanship, focusing on the sharp blade in the hand and the sword in the heart. Do not rely on any spells and medicinal herbs, and focus on practicing. Therefore, it has always been stronger than the monks of the same level. Therefore, it is more than a hundred times more difficult to advance than other monks. It was very rare, but I didn't expect him to bump into it, and he was a sword cultivator at the Golden Core Stage.
"Jian Xiu, Yi Qing." Yi Qing said.
"Yi Qing!" The other party was startled again, as if thinking of something, his face turned pale, "You, you... you are the sword cultivator who killed Rui Mi!" His expression changed, and he ignored the other party's answer. He swung his palm vigorously, and turned into a black qi like a skeleton to attack, but he turned around and fled back.
Yi Qing's swords changed, and a sword split the black qi, the spirit swords around him flew out, and swiped towards the direction where the magic cultivator fled, and instantly formed a sword formation around the opponent. , trapping people directly in the middle.
The demon cultivator panicked, desperately trying to break through the sword formation, but it was completely useless, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, he looked at Yi Qing who was flying close in horror, and hurriedly threw the magic weapon in his hand, "Here... give you! I Don't. You're all right anyway, please forgive me, I'm just obsessed for a while, and I won't dare next time. Please!"
"You are a demon cultivator." Yi Qing approached step by step, his face did not show a trace of emotion, "This is not the first time for you to kill people and seize treasures. If I let you go, wouldn't I help Zhou to be abusive? You can't!"
After he finished speaking, he raised his sword, and the surrounding sword light flourished, and thousands of sword qi rushed towards the formation.
"No, don't!" The demon cultivator shouted in horror. Seeing that he was about to be strangled by the sword energy, suddenly the bell rang, and the bell instrument he threw out flew up and rushed towards Yi Qing's back. past.
"Be careful, Daojun!" Lu Xiu exclaimed.
As soon as Yi Qing's sword stopped, he turned around and slashed the magic weapon with a conditioned reflex, but the magic cultivator in the formation suddenly broke out and hit his chest with a palm. Although it didn't hit, he grabbed something.
not good!
"Soul Eater Banner!"
"Hahahahaha..." Mo Xiu's body was full of black energy, and he rushed out of the sword array, holding the very soul-devouring flag in his hand, "It really didn't take much effort."
The man laughed even more wildly, his face full of excitement, "I originally wanted to grab a small magic weapon, but I didn't expect to see this flag. You are stupid enough to carry it on your body! I really thought that this sword array could trap me!"
He just did it on purpose, pretending to be trapped by the sword formation and throwing a magic bell to attack him. The purpose was actually the Soul Eater Banner on him!
Yi Qing frowned, he was too careless, even though the flag had been sealed, there would still be ghost energy overflowing. Originally thought that with his body, his spiritual energy could just control the ghost energy on the flag, so as not to harm others. But he forgot that even if it was a weak ghost, ordinary cultivators couldn't feel it, but demon cultivators could see it at a glance.
"Let go of the Soul Eater!"
"Let go?" Mo Xiu sneered, "You think I'm that idiot Rui Mi! With such a treasure in hand, I can still lose to you! What about Jian Xiu, today I will take your sacrificial flag!" After he finished speaking, he summoned a yin qi and patted the seal on the flag directly.
"Stop!" Yi Qingfei stepped forward to stop it, but it was too late. The seal he placed on the flag shattered in response. The golden talisman shattered into tens of millions of pieces, and a strong ghostly energy spewed out immediately. Dip.
"Hahahahaha, the soul-devouring banner is mine!" The demon cultivator laughed louder and louder, his eyes widened, excitedly looking at the surrounding ghosts, "From now on, no one will be my opponent under the spirit of transformation. , driven by ten thousand ghosts, I... poof!" Before he could finish speaking, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and the situation suddenly changed.
Above his chest, at some point, a claw suddenly appeared. The claws had no real shape and were made of black air, but they penetrated directly through his chest, and the palm of his hand was holding a heart that had not stopped beating.
The demon cultivator lowered his head blankly, looking at the lively beating heart, as if he hadn't reacted yet, but the next moment his claws tightened, squeezing the bloody heart directly.
"Ghost... King!" Mo Xiu said the last sentence, still maintaining his wide-eyed expression, and fell straight from the sky, completely losing his breath.