My talent is resurrection

Chapter 338 The Flying Sword Belongs to Me

The new monks from Dongxuanmen looked extremely arrogant, and they didn't take the teams of monks in the ruins seriously in their words.

No wonder, after all, they are monks of Dongxuanmen, the sects at the top of the second-rate sects in Middle-earth Shenzhou, and they are much better than these third-rate or even not even third-rate sect monks in the ruins.

Not to mention being led by a Nascent Soul Elder, this is capital.

Crushing the capital of everyone present.

So now the several teams of monks in the ruins are timid and afraid to speak. Among them, some monks who are slightly third-rate and middle-level monks from the sect bite the bullet, and flatteringly smiled with the leader Nascent Soul Elder.

"Senior, why did you come to this small place?"

Elder Yuan Ying raised his eyebrows and eyes, expressionless, and asked plainly: "Can't I come?"

With just this one sentence, the monk hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands in fright, and hurriedly explained: "I don't mean that, I just think you are condescending."

Elder Yuan Ying kept looking at the flying sword inserted on the huge spirit stone in the formation, and with a rare smile on his mouth, he pointed at the flying sword.

"It is no condescension to have it."

The monk was taken aback for a moment, then laughed dryly, and said flatteringly: "Yes, yes."

After the monk finished speaking, he saluted again, then hurriedly turned and retreated, but he didn't know how many times he had scolded the elder Nascent Soul in his heart.

Chen Jiu squatted aside, watching the bustle, but found it quite interesting, it was better than wandering around, and he turned his head to look at the flying sword inserted in the spirit stone.

Chen Jiuyan's golden light twitched slightly.

The flying sword trembled.

The monks around were shocked, and they hurriedly turned their backs, their faces uncertain.

Elder Yuanying was pleasantly surprised: "Could it be that one of them has become a sword spirit?"

The surrounding cultivators were even more horrified when they heard this. Since they can become sword spirits, it means that the flying sword is definitely not low in grade, and the first step to achieve a fairy sword throughout the ages is to gather sword spirits.

What a bargain, old man!

The surrounding monks looked extremely jealous, but they didn't dare to show it in front of the elder Yuanying of Dongxuanmen, so they could only lower their heads a little.

The extremely faint golden light in Chen Jiu's pupils went out instantly, and he already knew the details of the flying sword.

It's just a flying sword of the Thunder genus. Its supernatural powers haven't been explored, but its killing power is not too great. It shouldn't be a problem to use it as the saber of the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator.

Han Qi on the side looked anxious, he no longer dared to covet the flying sword in the formation, he just hoped to survive later.

After all, a flying sword that condenses the sword spirit, if such news spreads, it may not be able to handle it with the strength of Dongxuanmen.

So in order to block the news, everyone present may die.

The elders of this Dongxuan sect must know more about the truth of killing people than they do.

The more Han Qi thought about it, the more frightened he became. He shrank behind Chen Jiu and persuaded nervously: "Chen Daoyou, why don't we go first, it's just a flying sword, there's no need to put your life on it."

Chen Jiu asked suddenly: "Do you want that flying sword?"

Han Qi was taken aback for a moment, then looked fearfully at the elder of the Dongxuan Sect standing in the center, and then said to Chen Jiu in distress.

"Who doesn't want to be a sword cultivator? I also thought about it when I first practiced Taoism. It's just that I don't have this talent and I don't have a flying sword in the future, so forget it."

Han Qi was depressed, and hurriedly persuaded Chen Jiu: "Now is not the time, let's run, the old man is a Nascent Soul!"

What is the concept of Nascent Soul? From what Han Qi saw in his life, he only saw the Sovereign of Nascent Soul Realm from a distance at the previous Zongmen Conference, which was full of oppressive force.

And feeling the elders of Dongxuanmen at such a close distance is naturally more oppressive, and Han Qi didn't even dare to peek at the elders.

The elders of Dongxuanmen seemed to have heard the commotion here. Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Jiusan casually, and stopped caring.

Just three little monks.

Han Qi was so terrified by the eyes of the elders of Dongxuanmen, he was so frightened that he almost stopped breathing. After a while, he didn't even dare to speak, and could only wink at Chen Jiu desperately.

The meaning is self-evident.

Run!

The elder of Dongxuanmen suddenly laughed loudly, and said loudly: "Everyone, wait here for a while, it will not be too late to leave after I get the sword, if anyone leaves without permission..."

The elder of Dongxuanmen grinned cruelly, "Don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."

It’s over.

Han Qi was disheartened and froze in place.

The rest of the monks looked terrified, guessing that the elder of Dongxuanmen wanted to kill people to silence them, and immediately a monk jumped out and said.

"I am a monk of Feiniaomen, why don't you let us go?"

A glimmer of hope bloomed in Han Qi's eyes.

The Asuka Gate is also one of the third-rate sects in Central China.

The Elder Yuanying of Dongxuanmen looked cold and waved towards the person behind him.

The man nodded, his figure flickered instantly, he grabbed the head of the cultivator of the Asuka Sect directly, yanked it fiercely, and separated it, bloody and bloody, then dropped it casually, and dodged back behind the elder of the Dongxuan Sect.

The elder of Dongxuanmen said with a disdainful smile, "It's just because I am a Nascent Soul."

When Han Qi saw the head of the monk fell to the ground, it was inevitable that the rabbit died and the fox was sad. Not only did he think of his own fate, but he became sad for a while.

Chen Jiu looked curiously at the back of the elder of Dongxuanmen, but he was quite surprised to see some tricks at this glance.

Three golden cores, one...

Half-step heaven.

Moreover, that half-step celestial being hid his aura very well, and was firmly pressed in the Yuanying realm. If it weren't for Chen Jiu's ability to control the heaven, earth and martial arts to investigate, he would probably be swayed over.

This kind of battle is really going to carry forward pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger to the extreme.

Yan Qi didn't know what to say at the side. After seeing the scene where the monk's head was torn off, he was suddenly terrified. He hid behind him trembling, pursed his mouth, and didn't even dare to speak to Chen Jiu.

The elder of Dongxuan Sect snorted coldly, walked straight to the front of the formation, covered the aura with his hands, and probed straight.

Break the fire array first, then the water array, and finally stop on the wood.

The elder of Dongxuanmen closed his hands, pondered for a moment, and suddenly grabbed a monk with one hand, and threw him directly into the wooden formation.

There are vines winding up in the wooden array, instantly dissolving the monk.

The elder of Dongxuan Sect suddenly smiled, "Sure enough, I need some nourishment."

This is easy to handle, after all, there are many monks present, who can be used as nutrients for the wooden formation.

When Yan Qi heard the screams of the monk being dissolved, he was so frightened that he tightly grasped the corner of Chen Jiuyi, his body trembling and sweating profusely.

Han Qi had already resigned himself to his fate, and stood blankly by the side, hoping that he would not die too badly in the future, and it would be best if he could leave a whole body.

Most of the monks around were terrified, their expressions kept changing, and they wanted to find a way to escape.

Chen Jiu patted his hands playing with the mud, making noises inevitably in the silent space, then got up amidst the surprised eyes of everyone, pointed to the flying sword and said.

"This sword belongs to me, you all go."

Han Qi was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)