The body rolled down and the soul was destroyed.
Dead
The laughter stopped abruptly, and the ghosts and monsters looked stiff, as if a big hand was stuck in their throats. The laughter in their stomachs rose up, but they couldn't pour it out.
The most loyal people in the underworld, a group of demons stared at Lu Bei fiercely... the black magic knife in his hand.
The bald guy follows the path of physical cultivation. In terms of cultivation level, there are many people who can surpass him, but when it comes to close combat, there are not many who dare to say that they have defeated him.
He was killed so easily, not even his soul escaped...
Out of caution, the demons looked at Lu Bei for a while.
There's nothing wrong with that. It's nothing special about the early stage of the Void Refining Realm. The only thing that allowed me to kill the bald man's physical body and soul was the magic sword.
Speaking of the Black Demon Knife, Lu Bei was speechless.
In terms of grade, this sword is on par with the Xiong Chu artifact Xuanzhu bow. In terms of legendary degree, it comes from a demon cultivator's mountain gate in the far west. The nine magic swords are collectively known as the 'Nine Great Demon Swords', which can be called the Nine Swords of the Far West. Mo Buxiu even left a letter to explain it, so it must be a good treasure no matter how you look at it.
But that is not the case.
There's nothing special about this knife except that it's a little hard.
The Xuanzhu Bow is also one of the three divine weapons of Xiong Chu. It has average power and mediocre feel, and is far inferior to the Nine Swords.
The reputation is not worthy of it, and the claims of magical weapons are mostly exaggerations. Lu Bei can only think so.
“Nice knife!”
The Ink Blood Demon nodded in praise, then changed the subject and said coldly: "Kill him and chop him into minced meat."
"Hehehehe—"
A group of demons laughed loudly, some manifested their demon bodies, some controlled their magic weapons, demon clouds mixed with devil energy, dark mass covered the sky and the sun, and they pressed out together with a roar.
Lu Bei tapped the ground with his toes and retreated a thousand meters. He looked at the ghosts and monsters coming hand in hand from afar. He shook his arm and the magic knife in his hand trembled like a dragon.
Buzz buzz buzz—
The white light was so bright that it temporarily covered all the light in the small world.
A thousand meters away, it was right in front of the demons in the field. It was just a wave of the hand away. A burst of white light appeared in front of them, and several strange birds in the front row that were flapping their wings subconsciously closed their eyes.
One second ago, two lines of blood and tears flowed;
A second later, his face was covered with a high white wall as if it were solid, and his body shattered and disappeared bit by bit as he retreated backwards.
The light fell silently, but the murderous intent remained in the world.
The demons opened their eyes and stared blankly ahead. There should be many familiar faces there, but now, there was nothing.
With one sweep of the sword, most of the demon cultivators were evaporated, and no demons below the Void Refining Realm survived.
Lu Bei's arms trembled slightly, and he held the Black Demon Knife horizontally at his side. His chest heaved violently, but his cold face showed no emotion.
He was weak and pretended that he could fight for another three hundred rounds!
The demons took in Lu Bei's trembling arms, and the fear in their hearts disappeared. The rain stopped, the sky cleared, and they, who used to bully the weak and fear the strong, felt that they were able to do it again.
But, after all, they were all talented people in the underworld, and none of them wanted to die under Lu Bei's counterattack, so although there were many sneers, no one really stood up.
The old demon Moxue looked gloomy. As the leader, it was impossible for him to go down personally. He was in the Great Perfection of the Fusion Stage and only one step away from entering the Tribulation Stage. He had no interest in attacking a young cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage. He snorted coldly and looked at Changjian:
"Go ahead and kill him."
Changjian obeyed the order and went into battle with his arms raised high. Boundless darkness suddenly opened up, and the swallowing force was unstoppable.
But in the next second, the indestructible darkness was torn open like a piece of cloth, and the black magic knife, shimmering like autumn water, was coated with a layer of scorching white halo, and chopped directly at the top of the sickle with cold murderous intent.
The moment the blade slid down, Changjian's body split into two, like a clone, but not a clone, avoiding the fatal blow at the critical moment.
Lu Bei let out a light exclamation. He didn't know what kind of magic power the person on the other side was practicing. The aura of the split body was exactly the same as the original body, and it was even more powerful than his three thousand bodies.
"Isn't that the Ink Blood Method?"
"Where did the Moxue demon learn Changjian's unique skills from? Could it be that they are... that kind of relationship?"
"No wonder Changjian obeys the orders of the Moxue old demon. It turns out that they are master and disciple. They are just acting here..."
The demons were whispering loudly, which made the old demon Moxue look very dull. He glared at Changjian fiercely. He was in the Fusion Stage and fought against the Refining Void Stage, but he was forced to show his trump card by his opponent. Was all his cultivation in vain
Changjian secretly groaned. It should be a crushing situation for a fusion stage to fight against a refining realm, but when he faced Lu Bei, he realized that this refining realm was not as simple as it seemed. The sword intent was not like a sword intent, and the sword was not like a sword. The whole body was weird, and it was an extremely hard nut to crack.
Regardless of the gloomy expression on the face of the old demon Moxue, Changjian made a prompt decision and let out a long roar towards the sky.
Ice and frost swept across the land, flames swept across the ground, black smoke rose into the sky, and evil clouds rolled in...
The nine demons that arrived at Wu Zhou with Changjian surrounded them. Together with Changjian, there were a total of ten cultivators. Wu Laoxie, who was at the bottom, also had the cultivation level of the early stage of the Refining Void Realm.
He can't beat ten of them!
Looking at the powerful encirclement, Changjian felt relieved. No matter in realm or number of people, his side crushed the enemy. With ten against one, the advantage was on him.
This is a sure thing.
The old demon Moxue had a terribly gloomy face. He was in the fusion stage fighting against the refining realm, and he even had to call for help.
I was wrong. I used to praise Changjian for being thoughtful and calm, and a good disciple who could inherit his mantle, but I didn't expect him to be a coward.
The old demon Moxue planned to settle the score later, but Lu Bei didn't intend to give him the chance to teach his apprentice a lesson, so he went straight towards Wu Laoxie with a long sword in his hand.
It's not that he picked the weak to attack first, but after passing through several villages and seeing the tragic situation in the insect nest, he had put this person on his kill list.
A white light flashed in the face, and the killer came with a knife in his hand.
Like Changjian, Wu Laoxie was worried when facing Lu Bei. Even though his side had the advantage in numbers, it could not bring much warmth to his gradually cold heart.
The increasing pressure made it difficult for him to breathe, and his soul couldn't help but let out a whine.
BANG!!!
The skin bag exploded, and a hundred-meter-long centipede with a thousand legs crawled on the clouds, its bloody mouth spewing flames. A red bead spun and charged, heading straight for Lu Bei.
On the left and right sides, there were flying men wielding ice knives and raining arrows, and there was a witch's miasma transforming into a demon's body. The way ahead was blocked, and the only way was to retreat.
Lu Bei did not retreat but advanced, and pointed his finger into a sword towards Wu Laoxie.
Five-colored light pillars shot up into the sky, the shadow of Yinglong roared in the air, and the four sacred beasts guarded the east, south, west and north.
Four palaces were formed in the center, and violent pressure descended upon the small world in an instant, filling thousands of corners and suppressing the ten demons so that they could not move.
The four spirits of the sky attracted and brought down twenty-eight stars, and the five elements and five symbols moved with five-colored brilliance. In the small world, the divine light was brilliant, stirring up the mountains and rivers with different colors, and releasing infinite power.
At the first encounter, the centipede's body exploded with cracks. Before the green juice could splash out, it was hit by five rays of light. Under the violent bombardment, it was shattered into pieces without even a fragment left.
The same thing happened to the soul, which was burned to ashes under the light.
"Oh no, there's something wrong with this kid, you guys should retreat immediately."
In this small world, there are the four spirits of heaven above and the five elements and five images below. At the edge of the shattered cracks, black and white fish can be vaguely seen swimming.
The horrifying scene made the old demon Moxue gasp. Although he didn't know who Lu Bei was, he knew that this man had mastered profound and unparalleled martial arts and could defeat a fusion stage warrior with his virtual body. Changkan might not be his opponent.
The idea is right, but it's too late.
The white streak announced its end, the blade swept across, and the bright white light instantly broke through the void.
It was like a volcano that had been accumulating heat for countless years, suddenly erupting with scorching heat, and the white light that melted everything was everywhere.
At this moment, even the strongest Changjian in the battle formation was a little dazed. The sky and the earth were all white, and everything he saw and heard was nothingness.
The rest of the people were even more unbearable. The Immortal Sword Intent killed both the visible and invisible. Its tyrannical posture made them powerless to resist, and they could not even think of resisting. Before the white light roared, the soul was destroyed before the body because of the visual contact with the sword intent.
There was no life left, and along with this small world, it was all killed with one strike!
"Good, good sword intention."
The old demon Moxue narrowed his sinister eyes, with scarlet blood hidden in the two gaps. He stared at Lu Bei and said, "You said you were from the Wu Zhou Xuan Yin Si, but I think you are a sword cultivator from the Tian Jian Sect. Is that right or not?"
"So what?"
Lu Bei sneered, put away the Black Demon Sword, and replaced it with the Elder Sword that he had used to kill Le Xian.
"Young man, open your eyes and see clearly. Although the one doing business with me is Qi Yan, your Tianjian Sect elders also have intentions. Now go back and accept the punishment. I will say a few good words for you, and maybe I can save your life."
The old demon Moxue shouted in anger. If he was not afraid of the great Tribulation Crossing expert from the Tianjian Sect, he would have skinned Lu Bei alive and imprisoned his soul to be burned by the scorching sun every day.
Lu Bei fell silent upon hearing this. When he followed Wu Laoxie and Fei Mang, he saw that the lightning net ignored the demons. He guessed that the demons gathering here was closely related to the Tianjian Sect.
but…
There is still some hope.
In the past, he had nothing to do with the Tianjian Sect. He pursued the Immortal Sword Intent in order to obtain a powerful skill. He had no feelings for the Tianjian Sect, which was destined to perish due to rebellion.
Not good, not bad, don't care, just like a passerby.
Later, after learning about the beheadings of Hongqu and Lexian, he felt that not all members of the Tianjian Sect were rebels. Many of them were pure sword practitioners who were loyal to the Qili Sutra or the Tianjian Sect's brand. It was really unfair to kill them with a single stick.
After Lian Lin, Wang Yan and forty-seven other conservative sword cultivators showed up, he assumed the false name of the leader of the Tianjian Sect, and the Tianjian Sect's idea that its crimes did not deserve death became even more resolute.
But now, Lu Bei had to admit that he was an ordinary person who was easily emotional. He felt that the Tianjian Sect was rotten and hopeless.
"snort!"
Seeing that Lu Bei didn't say a word, the old demon Moxue angrily swung his sleeves and said, "I am concerned about the overall situation and will not argue with a young man like you. Leave immediately. You can't afford to disrupt the plans of the two families."
"It's a bit unrealistic to want to be independent of the situation when you are in it." Lu Bei sighed deeply.
"What?"
The old demon Moxue frowned, not understanding what Lu Bei was talking about.
"This sect leader said that you should be killed..."
Lu Bei threw down the elder's sword, waved in the air, and glanced at the demons and monsters: "You..."
The black light broke through the void, and Dashitian surrounded Lu Bei and cheered.
“Damn it!”