As the other party spoke with murderous intent, a pitch-black long sword suddenly chopped down.
"Dang!" With a crisp sound, Jiang Yun raised his long sword with one hand and blocked the incoming long knife. He pinched his hand with a magic formula, and suddenly a white handkerchief appeared in front of him.
The handkerchief instantly grew larger as it appeared. It was covered in strange clouds, instantly enveloping the leaping cultivator. It was none other than Jiang Yun's own demon cultivator, Cui Wang's Illusionary Cloud Handkerchief.
"Open!" The sloppy monk swung his long sword, turned around, and instantly chopped down fiercely at the handkerchief that was covering him.
"Crack!" The handkerchief split in two, and the long sword shot out through the handkerchief, slashing at the attacking monk's head. The monk, his face filled with fear, was instantly split in half.
"Haha, hahaha, anyone who dares to break into the dungeon will die!" The sloppy monk laughed loudly at the sky, and looked at the corpse on the ground that was broken into two halves, and shouted arrogantly.
"Haha, uh... Impossible!" The monk, who had just been laughing, suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down, only to see strange white clouds all around him, his entire body tightly wrapped in a giant handkerchief. At that moment, a long sword pierced his heart, passing straight through him.
"What...when?"
The slovenly Foundation Establishment cultivator's eyes were filled with disbelief. One second he was enjoying the joy of victory, and the next thing he knew, he was in this state. He had no idea when he had entered a fantasy world.
"Humph, a cultivator who has reached the foundation building stage in terms of strength alone."
Jiang Yun just scanned the area with his spiritual sense and found that this person had some problems with his foundation building. He was a little mentally abnormal, probably because he failed to advance to the foundation building stage. His magic power and physical body had become foundation building, but his spiritual sense was still at the level of perfect Qi Refining.
So he was trapped by a small illusion of Huanyunpa.
"Let me give you a quick death!" Jiang Yun looked at the other party who was acting crazy and could not find out anything. He shook his head and turned the long sword that was stuck in the other party's chest. Suddenly, the monk who was still on the verge of death suddenly lost his breath.
Jiang Yun took back the other person's storage bag and was surprised to find that there was nothing inside except various fine wines and a few cultivation pills. The only thing he had in his hand was the low-grade spiritual weapon, the long sword, which might be worth a few spiritual stones. Unfortunately, Jiang Yun examined it carefully and found several tiny fractures on it. 'It's actually a broken spiritual weapon.
This could be said to be the poorest Foundation Establishment cultivator Jiang Yun had ever seen. He put away his long sword, not daring to delay, and quickly came to Uncle Fu's cell.
"Uncle Fu!" Uncle Fu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes when he heard Jiang Yun's call.
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