With a gentle wave of his right hand, Daoist Yingxu sent his whisk flying like an arrow, hurtling towards the sky full of sword light.
The whisk danced rapidly in the air, and millions of fine dust threads instantly bloomed, intertwining and entangled with each other, forming a huge net that blotted out the sky in the blink of an eye.
The silk net shimmered with a faint light, resembling a peerless magic weapon, and swept towards the thousands of swords with unparalleled power.
With a deafening roar, countless swords rained down on the massive dust net.
In an instant, radiant light splashed everywhere, and powerful energy surged forth, causing the entire space to tremble.
The whisk, subjected to such a fierce attack, trembled incessantly, as if it might be torn apart at any moment.
However, this treasure was clearly no ordinary item, despite the relentless and frenzied attacks of thousands of swords.
However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not break through the tight blockage set up by the whisk, nor could they pose a substantial threat to the real person of the Yingxu Daoist standing behind them.
With a wave of his hand, the whisk seemed to possess sentience and immediately emitted boundless divine light.
The sword slashed at the whisk like a whirlwind, creating a continuous clang of metal against metal.
However, this seemingly fierce and sharp attack posed no threat to Daoist Yingxu. He didn't even lift his eyelids, but focused on urging the blue lotus beneath his feet to slowly drift deeper into the great formation.
The journey was fraught with danger, with the formations constantly changing shape and all sorts of sword energies intertwining and attacking from all directions like ghosts.
Some of these sword energies were as fast as lightning, while others were as powerful as thunder, but without exception, they were all easily blocked by the green lotus beneath Daoist Yingxu.
The blue lotus seemed to possess inexhaustible power; no matter how many sword energies attacked, it always steadily protected Daoist Yingxu.
In this way, after wandering around the formation for a short while, Daoist Yingxu had already grasped the changes in the great formation.
Although we haven't fully grasped all its secrets yet, we've managed to uncover some of its intricacies.
At this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered incantations, urging the green lotus to move within the formation.
After circling the formation once more, Daoist Yingxu finally broke through numerous obstacles and successfully arrived at the gate of the great formation.
Looking up, one can see a magnificent altar standing tall deep within the gate.
The altar was dozens of feet tall, radiating dazzling divine light and splendid rosy clouds, like a priceless treasure.
Meanwhile, the primordial spirit of Daoist Yingxu was suspended in mid-air above the altar, his hands constantly forming hand seals, urging the entire formation to operate and change.
From afar, the figure exuded an aura of extraordinary majesty, as if it were above all living beings.
Yingxu Daoist's eyes were like torches as he stared intently at the gate before him. He had already realized that once he stepped inside, he would be able to escape the endless sword energy within the formation.
If the altar is successfully destroyed, this incredibly powerful formation will surely crumble.
Thinking of this, a resolute look flashed in Yingxu Daoist's eyes. With a sway of his body, he floated into the gate like a light cloud.
Sure enough, the moment he stepped into the gate, the overwhelming and terrifying sword energy vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.
At this moment, the Taoist's primordial spirit, located on the altar, watched as Yingxu found this place so quickly. His expression suddenly changed, and an uncontrollable surge of green energy rose from his face.
He snorted coldly, cursing inwardly, "What a formidable fellow!"
Immediately afterward, when he saw Yingxu rushing towards the altar without hesitation, he became even more furious.
As the Taoist's thoughts raced, the thousands of swords that were trapped in the formation and struggling with the whisk seemed to have heard a summons and rushed over with a whooshing sound.
In an instant, countless swords, like locusts swarming across the sky, filled the entire altar. Each sword gleamed with a cold, sharp light and exuded a chilling aura.
These swords swirled and danced rapidly in the air, intertwining and colliding with each other, creating streaks of incomparably sharp sword light.
These sword lights crisscrossed, sometimes like dragons emerging from the sea, sometimes like tigers descending the mountain, forming a magnificent yet extremely dangerous scene above the altar.
As time went on, the sword lights became denser and denser, merging and converging with each other, gradually twisting and deforming.
Suddenly, the Taoist's spirit roared, "Merge!"
The thousands upon thousands of sword lights moved at the sound, suddenly converging together at an incredible speed.
With a deafening roar, all the sword lights merged into one in the blink of an eye, transforming into an enormous divine sword.
This divine sword shimmered with dazzling light, its blade covered in flowing runes, faintly radiating a terrifying, world-destroying pressure.
It hovered silently above the altar, its tip pointing directly at the Daoist Yingxu below, seemingly poised to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.
The sword shimmered with a mysterious and profound purple light, as if a graceful purple dragon were coiled around it.
At the same time, the sword body exhaled chaotic air currents, which swirled and circled like vortexes, making the entire divine sword look full of endless mystery.
The Taoist priest solemnly raised his hand and gently pointed a finger at the giant sword.
In an instant, as if an invisible force was activated, the giant sword trembled violently and emitted a deep hum.
Immediately afterwards, it soared into the air like a bolt of lightning, at an astonishing speed.
As the giant sword ascended into the air, the purple aura that had been swirling around its surface instantly burst forth, forming a dazzling sword light.
This sword light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, carried a world-destroying force and shot straight toward Daoist Yingxu.
This was an attack launched by the Taoist after he had fused all the changes of the entire formation together.
It can be said that this sword strike embodies all his lifelong learning and all his magical power; it is his most powerful and also his last trump card.
The majestic primordial sword energy roared and tore through the void, leaving behind countless tiny cracks in the space, as if it could not withstand such terrifying power.
What's even more terrifying is that this sword energy seems to possess some kind of magical ability, as it has somehow managed to lock onto Yingxu Daoist's mind.
At this moment, Yingxu Daoist felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. He felt that no matter how he dodged, he would find it difficult to escape the pursuit of this sword.
The power of this sword strike was truly astonishing, as if it encompassed his past, present, and future, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Despite being a powerful being of great renown, even the Daoist Yingxu couldn't help but feel a pang of fear when faced with such a fierce and unparalleled sword strike.
He knew that if he was not careful, this sword strike could cause him extremely serious injury, or even endanger his life.
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