"This place is strange and bizarre. If there really was a way to deal with it, why would we be in such a mess?"
Ying Changfeng looked helpless. "The incense can eliminate the source of chaos, but it can't eliminate this white mist. Therefore, it can only curb the chaos in the strange land, but it can't eliminate the strange land itself."
A trace of thought flashed across Xiang Sheng's eyes, and he stretched out his fingertips and hooked them. The stone statue in the temple behind the crowd immediately shook, and a wisp of extremely pure white smoke floated out and surrounded them.
Ying Changfeng was shocked when he saw it.
Incense?!
She is a sword practitioner and also a monk who practices incense. Who is this woman?
Xiang Jianjue just stared at Xiang Sheng blankly, unable to hide the admiration in his eyes.
A senior master could even control incense? He was practically omnipotent.
Xiang Sheng snapped his fingers to cut off a wisp of incense, which merged into the darkness. Suddenly, a bright flame rose from his palm, illuminating the surroundings.
But at this moment, the white fog became much thicker.
Xiang Sheng frowned and immediately extinguished the flames. The incense didn't seem to have eliminated the source of chaos, but rather something within it, releasing a white mist.
The Diyin Demon can produce the source of chaos by absorbing the white mist, which means that the Diyin Demon has that thing in his body.
Xiang Sheng's gaze returned to the Diyin Demon again.
The Diyin Demon had lost the source of chaos, and his sanity seemed to have recovered a little. When he looked at Xiang Sheng, he actually showed a bit of human fear.
Xiang Sheng raised his eyebrows, and with a thought, the sword wind surrounding the Diyin Demon suddenly dissipated.
Everyone in the Wanjian Sect was shocked, but the Diyin Demon reacted even faster. Without saying a word, he ran towards the nearest closed door.
The moment he approached the wooden door, the tightly closed door suddenly opened by itself, revealing a dark and twisted vortex.
Except for Xiang Jianjue, everyone else in the Wanjian Sect felt dizzy after just one look, as if their minds were being sucked away, even Ying Changfeng was no exception.
The Diyin Demon seemed to have seen a savior and jumped into the whirlpool. Then he screamed in disbelief and was strangled and crushed by the twisted whirlpool.
Just as the wooden door was about to close again after killing the Diyin Demon, a slender hand gently placed on the edge of the door.
The wooden door seemed to have not expected that someone would show up to stop it. It paused for a moment, and then the twisted vortex turned again, and the black torrent appeared again.
Xiang Sheng narrowed his eyes, without dodging or evading. The sword wind around him formed a net, blocking the front completely. No matter how many wandering souls rushed towards him, they were either bounced away by the sword net or killed by the sword wind.
She grabbed the door tightly and forced it open a little more. She almost stepped half a foot inside. Her clear eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the twisted vortex and see the world behind it.
A surprised cry suddenly came from behind the vortex, "Sword cultivator?"
Xiang Sheng's expression was indifferent. He stretched out his hand and wiped the blood ring. A low-grade spiritual sword appeared in his hand. The sword intent surged towards the sword body, becoming brighter and brighter.
Yin! Yin! Yin!
The spiritual swords in the hands of everyone in the Wanjian Sect vibrated at the same time, and they seemed to be about to be unsheathed by themselves. Xiang Jianjue was quick-witted and quick-handed, and quickly suppressed the restless swords.
Ying Changfeng and the others were shocked and dazed, letting the spirit sword fly out and hover behind the woman who was attacking the door.
"It's actually sword intent?!"
Ying Changfeng muttered to himself, eyes filled with shock. Meeting a pure swordsman in this strange place was already a rare fortune. He had never imagined that this fortune was even rarer than he had imagined.
Lin Hai recalled the corpse of the Earth Demon that was found in the mortal village more than a year ago, "It was her..."
This person has not left in the past year. He has been practicing in seclusion nearby and has formed a good relationship with Xiang Jianjue.
Just as everyone in the Wanjian Sect was shocked, the spiritual sword in Xiang Sheng's hand could not bear the weight. With a crack, a crack appeared on the sword body.
Xiang Sheng's gaze fixed, and without caring about gathering strength, he plunged his sword into the twisting vortex. The spirit swords floating behind him immediately followed, but they were all flicked back into their original owners' hands by her finger.
The next moment, the twisted vortex of sword light overflowed, and with a bang, a huge hole was blown out, revealing a young face.
The young man was stunned for a moment, inhaled a wisp of white mist, and the shock on his face immediately turned into madness. He rushed out of the vortex to kill, but before he could completely rush out, he was beaten into a meat patty by a giant hand that stretched out from the passage. He was deader than dead.
When Xiang Sheng saw the familiar giant hand, his face changed immediately and he retreated violently. However, he was unable to avoid it completely due to the suddenness of the situation, so he had to raise his hand to block it.
Bang!
Xiang Sheng's body suddenly flew backwards and disappeared into the white mist.
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