Chapter 360: Array Spirit (Additional chapters for monthly tickets)
"Have all the monsters in the Yuan Demon Sea escaped?"
Taibai Sword Immortal was furious.
Even more furious than him were Pengmo Zhenjun and his companions who were trapped in the group of monsters ahead.
"Damn it... Why are we so unlucky? We just entered the Yuan Mo Sea and ran into a fourth-level upper-grade monster?"
The enchanting female cultivator in red who was with Master Pengmo cursed.
A look of confusion also appeared on Master Pengmo's face.
They used the magic energy talisman, and things went smoothly at first. They didn't alarm any monster tribes, and they went deep into the Yuanmo Sea.
Then, a fourth-order high-quality magical beast came to the door.
After a fierce battle, the Lord of Pengmo Island and several of his companions used all their means, fighting and retreating, and finally managed to escape, but one of their companions had already died.
As a result, when they arrived here, they ran into another group of monsters.
"Something's wrong..."
The island master of Pengmo finally reacted: "There is something wrong with the magic energy talisman! Damn Tianfu Zhenjun! I will fight him to the death until this island master escapes from the dead, and I will fight him to the death no matter where I go! Hmm? Someone is coming?"
He was very happy.
This group of 'demon electric gills' is too terrifying, and more importantly, they come in groups. Even a great master would have a headache if he encountered them.
He was not even sure he could get away with it.
Everything that can come at this time is a variable! The variable in the desperate situation may be a chance for survival!
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"What a huge group of magic electric gills."
On the flying boat, Fang Xing's consciousness turned and he calculated: "We can't get around it... Our flying boat is too fast to get around the group of demonic electric gills while shaking off the pursuers from behind."
"I'm going to take action, but if I do, my identity will be exposed, and it will be difficult to move forward."
Taibai Sword Immortal spoke.
"Forget it, I'll do it."
Fang Xing stood on the bow.
"Although the Golden Sword lineage has been away for many years, there are still many sword cultivators practicing the Great Freedom Mysterious Golden Sword Canon in the Yuanshen Sword Sect. Isn't your move the same as mine?"
Taibai Sword Immortal showed a hint of doubt.
"It's different. My second Yuanying is not for practicing sword skills."
Fang Xing smiled slightly.
They have all decided to seize the opportunity to join the Yuanshen Sword Sect, which means they will inevitably fight against strong men from all sides.
He naturally wouldn't hide anything anymore.
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying spiritual pressure emerged, causing Taibai Sword Immortal to take a few steps back, and True Man Huolong was so frightened that he almost fainted.
"Late Nascent Soul stage?"
"Your Second Yuanying's cultivation level is higher than mine? How is this possible?"
Taibai Sword Immortal's face was full of surprise.
It was precisely because he had seen so much that he was so shocked! A flash of light appeared above Fang Xing's head, and a dark blue ghost baby appeared.
It held a 'Qingyang Magic Lamp' in its hand and blew gently towards the back with its little mouth.
Whoosh!
The purple-green divine flame roared out, and eighteen purple-green fire dragons bared their fangs and waved their claws, merging with each other and transforming into two purple-green fire dragons.
One grabbed towards Master Jinlian, and the other rushed towards the dark devil cloud that was several acres in size.
Swish!
When the purple-blue flame encountered the evil spirit, it exploded like boiling oil encountering cold water.
Pieces of demonic clouds collapsed, revealing the true appearance of part of the fourth-grade top-grade demons, which were thick, black, and slimy octopus tentacles.
There are many suction cups on the tentacles, which spray out highly poisonous juice.
"Amitabha."
The Golden Lotus Master did not dare to be negligent when facing the purple-green fire dragon. The golden lotus under his feet blossomed and transformed into an immovable golden lotus, which struggled to resist the purple-green sea of fire.
Even so, they were stuck in place and unable to move forward.
"good."
"After advancing to the late Nascent Soul stage, the power of the Purple and Green Divine Flame has greatly increased... After all, it has absorbed many spiritual flames such as the Southern Ming Fire."
"It's a pity... the Qingyang Magic Lamp is of a slightly lower grade."
"If there is a fifth-level magic lamp, maybe we can try to sacrifice the 'Myriad Spiritual Flame' into it?"
Fang Xing thought to himself.
The Southern Ming Fire was not even the most powerful fire in his hand, the silver Wanhua Spiritual Flame in the Wanhua Cauldron was! If the Wanhua Spiritual Flame could also be used as a fire and added to the 'Purple and Blue Divine Fire', its power would certainly be even more terrifying.
Unfortunately, he tried several times but was unable to shake the silver flame at all.
"A great master in the late Nascent Soul stage?"
Among the group of demonic electric gills in front, the image of Dapeng appeared above the head of Pengmo Zhenjun, who was struggling to hold on among the many demonic thunders.
Suddenly, he saw Fang Xing displaying his extraordinary power, and his eyes bulged out in surprise.
He had very good eyesight and had seen clearly that the one who made the move was the 'Ming Kun Island Master'! "Ming Kun Island Master is actually in the late Nascent Soul stage? Could it be that I was right last time?"
"No wonder he doesn't want to team up with me. The Great Master naturally has a better circle and friends..."
The Lord of Pengmo Island laughed at himself, with endless bitterness in his smile.
Fang Xing didn't bother to care about the mood of the Lord of Pengmo Island.
After slightly blocking the fighting power of the two great masters in the rear, he stretched out his hand and a strange feather fan appeared in his hand.
It is the fourth-grade top-grade Cloud Wing Phoenix Feather Fan!
"In fact, I have a fourth-grade top-grade refined corpse hidden in my pocket, but it's the corpse of Yuxue Da Zhenjun... It's easy to expose the identity of the remnant of the Sword Sect."
He complained in his heart and injected his magic power from the late Nascent Soul stage into the Cloud Wing Phoenix Feather Fan.
Chirp! Countless feathers fluttered down, and the sky and the earth suddenly became white.
Then, with a loud and clear cry of a phoenix, the shadow of a terrifying giant bird with a wingspan of more than a hundred feet emerged.
It looked proud, like the legendary spiritual bird 'White Phoenix', with extremely long tail feathers, and with a biting coldness, it flew into the thundercloud formed by the magic electric gills in front.
Snap!
Snap!
It was freezing cold and water turned into ice.
The magic electric gills were frozen into popsicles and smashed onto the equally frozen sea surface, shattering directly into countless blood-red ice cubes.
The body of a monster is obviously not so fragile. This is a sign that all vitality has been frozen and the body has long been dead and decayed...
"Walk!"
A great True Lord in the late Nascent Soul stage used a fourth-grade superior spiritual treasure to strike, directly creating a gap in the siege of the monsters.
Not only Fang Xing and Taibai Sword Immortal, the Lord of Pengmo Island and another female Zhenjun also seized the opportunity and used their secret techniques to break out.
whoosh!
Several streams of light rushed out of the group of monsters. Fang Xing looked back with his spiritual sense and saw that the Golden Lotus Master had the misfortune of becoming the new target of the group of magic electric gills. He was besieged by the group of monsters and the fourth-grade superior octopus monster behind them.
"You deserve it for trying to divert the blame!"
After flying thousands of miles, True Lord Pengmo stepped forward and said, "Master Mingkun, thank you for saving me. I will always remember your kindness. This is True Lord Yaochi..."
Tears were almost coming out of the charming woman's eyes: "Master Mingkun, my magic power is almost exhausted. I wonder if I can borrow your treasure boat to rest for a while?"
"cannot."
Fang Xing refused straightforwardly, and walked away without caring about the ugly expression on Yaochi Zhenjun's face.
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In various places in the Yuanmo Sea, there were cultivators showing their magical powers and getting through the interceptions of many magical beasts.
At this time, as time passed, the seven evil stars above the sky of the vast sea of immortal cultivation became brighter and brighter.
The center of the Meta-Demon Sea.
On the seabed, a white light flickered, displacing a large amount of sea water.
At the bottom of the sea, the ground was dry and a ruin appeared.
Above the sky, a ball of white light is like the sun, protecting everything.
This ruins is huge, with endless palaces, steep mountains, and magical medicine gardens...
There are also rock walls full of broken swords and towering cloud towers.
It is the gate of Yuanshen Sword Sect!
At the deepest part of the mountain gate, in an ancient stone hall.
Everything was quiet and there was a thick layer of dust on the ground. It had been a long time since anyone had been here.
A middle-aged man was lying on a green rock bed.
His eyebrows slanted down to his temples, his facial features were distinct, and his forehead was full. When he was young, he must have been a rare handsome man in the world of immortal cultivation.
What is even more memorable is the sharp temperament he has.
suddenly!
A wisp of evil spirit invaded the stone hall, causing the handsome middle-aged man to open his eyes: "It's been a thousand years... Seven demons are rushing to kill me... My time is running out..."
As soon as he thought about it, the relics in the Yuanshen Sword Sect came into clear view.
Even the major monster tribes in the Yuan Demon Sea, the movements of the fourth-level top-grade monster kings... and even the figures of many immortal cultivators and the actions of the gods... all flashed before his eyes.
Finally, the handsome middle-aged man turned his gaze to the deepest part of the Yuanshen Sword Sect, a hidden small world.
Within the small world, spiritual energy gathers like a lake, and all around it are planted with various exotic flowers and plants.
In the center of the spiritual lake, there is an island.
The island is bare and dead, in stark contrast to the vitality around the lake.
In the middle of the island in the lake, there is a stone platform.
On the stone platform is an ancient bronze tripod!
This tripod is simple, vast... and has an inexplicable charm. There is also a silver paste in the tripod that is slowly condensing.
The handsome middle-aged man just glanced and looked towards the tripod position.
In the center of the stone platform, there is a huge "crystal"! This crystal seems to be naturally embedded in the stone platform, suppressed by the three legs of the bronze tripod.
In the middle of the crystal, there is a vague black shadow, which is barely in human form, but is covered with purple-black scales.
There was an ancient flying sword stuck in his chest! Suddenly!
The black shadow opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of red light.
"Have you sensed the opportunity to break the seal? Unfortunately... you don't have a chance anymore."
The handsome middle-aged man murmured and waved his hand.
Five pictures suddenly appeared in front, three of which were concentrated on a spirit boat.
"The five great black iron sword orders of our sect have all been collected... but unfortunately, there are only four successors."
The handsome middle-aged man glanced at Gong Feiyun and stopped paying attention to him. He looked at the 'Old Demon Meng' of Wuji Hall with undisguised disgust on his face: "The legacy of our sect will never be given to a demon cultivator!"
He stretched out his hand and seemed to pluck the strings of a musical instrument.
In an instant, the white light that enveloped the gate of the Yuanshen Sword Sect suddenly became stronger, and then expanded at a speed of a thousand times, enveloping the entire Yuanmo Sea...
When the white light dissipated, some monks had disappeared.
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"Um?"
Fang Xing saw the flashing white light and felt like he was riding on a teleportation array.
With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he found that True Man Fire Dragon had no power to resist, while Taibai Sword Immortal had a hint of surprise on his face, but did not resist.
The world was spinning.
When he appeared again, he had already arrived at an ancient stone temple.
There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and on a green stone bed in front, sat a handsome middle-aged man.
The aura on his body was mysterious, not like that of a living person! "Feng Taibai, from the Killing Sword lineage, greets Senior Zhenling!"
Taibai Sword Immortal has already bowed down.
"The Wanmiao Fire Dragon is here to meet Senior Zhenling!"
True Man Huolong was stunned, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and he quickly bowed and paid homage.
"I am Gong Feiyun from the Feixian lineage. I greet Master Zhenling."
In the stone hall, besides Fang Xing and the other two, there was a fourth person.
He was dressed in flowing white clothes and had a handsome face, like a banished immortal. His cultivation had reached the late Nascent Soul stage.
"Fang Xing from the Golden Sword Clan has met the Array Spirit."
Fang Xing casually bowed, and saw Taibai Sword Immortal stand up and glare at Gong Feiyun: "Your lineage betrayed the Yuanshen Sword Sect and broke out of the sect a long time ago. How dare you come here?"
Gong Feiyun pursed his lips and said nothing more.
Fang Xing glanced at the man, and then studied the formation spirit with great interest: "Is this... an artificial intelligence for cultivation techniques? It looks like it has a lot of emotions."
Little did he know that Gong Feiyun was feeling anxious at this moment: "It is indeed a quasi-sixth-level formation. It was able to forcibly move me away under the care of Yu Tianzun... However, Yu Tianzun seemed to have anticipated this and gave me the Black Iron Sword Order."
"What is the Sword Sect?"
The handsome young man laughed, "The Yuanshen Sword Sect has long been destroyed. In my opinion, as long as you practice the sword canon of our sect and hold the Xuantie Sword Order, you are the descendant of the Sword Sect... As for those demon cultivators who want to use the sword order to plunder, kill them all!"
"alright……"
He didn't seem to care about this little thing. He looked at Fang Xing and the other three and said, "As the only surviving senior of the Yuanshen Sword Sect, I should have been more reserved. I watched you juniors struggle to get through the barriers and come to me after so much hardship... But I was too lazy to bother, so I just moved you here. This saved you a lot of time. I'm sure you won't blame me. If anyone doesn't want to leave, just let me know and I'll send you out!"
"Of course I do."
Fang Xing and the other three quickly expressed their feelings.
If there is a shortcut, why not take it? Instead of going outside and enduring the attacks of many forbidden formations, and breaking in from the outside, isn't that stupid? 'This formation spirit has a rather naughty personality. I wonder which senior's personality it inherited?'
Fang Xing complained in his heart: "However, the coverage of this quasi-sixth-level formation is really scary. I'm afraid that after it expands, it can cover the entire Yuan Mo Sea, right?"
As a senior formation spirit, it is actually reasonable for him to consider himself as the ancestor of the Yuanshen Sword Sect.
In many sects, if the ancestor raised a spiritual beast, that spiritual beast would be the "second ancestor".
The age of this formation spirit may be older than that of the Divine Transformation Venerable.
"Okay, I know what you want... the Sword Refining Sutra, the chance to become a spirit, the sect's treasure, the secret technique of making elixirs..."
The handsome middle-aged man glanced around, a playful smile on his face: "We have all of these! But whether you can take them away depends on your strength and talent."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall changed subtly.
Taibai Sword Immortal glanced around, ignoring Fire Dragon Immortal, and looked at Fang Xing: "Although Ming Kun has a second Nascent Soul in the late Nascent Soul stage, if the Sword Sect is tested on the sword heart and swordsmanship... his talent in the sword is far inferior to mine. There is only one great enemy, and that is Gong Feiyun!"
Gong Feiyun's expression froze as he distanced himself from Fang Xing and the other two, knowing that he had become the target of public criticism. However, as a great sword master in the late Nascent Soul stage, he believed that he was far superior to these three in terms of talent, cultivation, and swordsmanship. No, True Man Fire Dragon was not his opponent. Therefore, he only needed to deal with two in the middle Nascent Soul stage and his chances of winning were great!
"It's a test..." Fang Xing touched his chin.
This formation spirit is actually inviting thieves in. After all, this is the core of the formation, so they, the Nascent Souls, naturally can't make any noise. But if I summon my true self, I will be able to directly destroy the formation and give the formation spirit a big 'surprise'! (End of this chapter)
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