My projections are all the roots of the Holy Spirit.

Chapter 442: The Ultimate Intention
Slowly, a dark shadow emerged.

When the black shadow just appeared, it still gave people a vague feeling, as if it would disappear at any time.

However, gradually the black shadow became clearer and clearer until it was finally visible to the naked eye.

This is a ghost king of the demon clan. He is wearing a black robe and his long dark purple hair falls casually.

He was tall and strong, with muscular lines as clear as a sculpture. He had a handsome face, but his eyes were sinister and cunning, like a ghost in the abyss, which made people feel cold involuntarily.

Xu Jun, hiding in the dark, squinted his eyes. He didn't dare to look openly because he was afraid that his gaze would cause the other party to feel something.

The Ghost King is indeed just as the legend says, possessing a beauty that is unimaginable for ordinary people.

This ghost king looks like a male, but if you only look at his face, it is difficult to tell his gender.

However, he exuded a strong and special aura that was unique to the demon world, which made Xu Jun, a cultivator, feel extremely uncomfortable.

Of course, after seeing how he appeared, Xu Jun had no idea how long he had been complaining in his heart.

This is a dignified fourth-level ghost king.

That is equivalent to the Yuanying Zhenjun in the Immortal Alliance.

Generally speaking, when one has reached this level of cultivation, one cannot be said to be extremely daring and reckless, but at least one will not behave sneakily in any situation.

However, this Ghost King doesn't even look like a fourth-level strong man.

Just looking at the way he appeared, Xu Jun was wondering whether this person who suddenly appeared was a fourth-level demon or a second-level one.

Suddenly, Xu Jun felt someone pushing him.

He turned around in surprise and saw Yuhui pointing at the Ghost King with his hand and making a fighting gesture.

Xu Jun widened his eyes and opened his mouth. Although no sound came out, he believed that Yu Hui would be able to understand his spoken language.

"You want me to fight it?"

Yuhui nodded slightly.

"why?"

Yu Hui raised her hand and saw a few words written on the watch.

【Verify your true strength now. 】

Xu Jun's heart moved slightly. This guy really understood him.

Indeed, in front of Xu Jun now, the so-called golden elixir no longer poses any challenge. So, he will naturally set his next goal on the Nascent Soul.

But under what circumstances can we find the most suitable opponent?
This guy in front of me has the strength of the fourth level, but he is as timid as a mouse. Perhaps he is the best choice.

Seeing Xu Jun seemed a little hesitant, Yu Hui's mind moved slightly, and the watch read.

[Don't worry, I'm here and I can never hurt you. ]

Xu Jun rolled his eyes at him in annoyance. It was Yu Hui's idea to deal with the Ghost King, but when the time came, he was asked to take the lead. It was simply unreasonable.

Xu Jun stared at Yu Hui with as ferocious a look as possible. After a moment, he spread his body and walked towards the fourth-level demon outside the ruins.

Xu Jun's actions immediately caught the attention of the Ghost King.

In this inky night, in the complete silence, the occasional roar of a wild beast breaks the stillness.

The Ghost King, who discovered Xu Jun's whereabouts, was wearing a dark cloak, with eyes like cold stars, standing beside the ruined city. His aura was so strong that it seemed to be able to devour the yin and resentment around him.

When he saw Xu Jun suddenly appear inexplicably, the demonic energy in his body even fluctuated violently.

Afterwards, a powerful spiritual energy that even Xu Jun could clearly sense spread out in all directions with the Ghost King as the center.

Xu Jun knew that the Ghost King was frightened by his sudden appearance, so he activated his detective ability to detect the surrounding environment.

At this moment, Xu Jun was really a little worried.

After all, he is a fourth-rank warrior. How powerful is his spiritual awareness? Can the formations and concealing talismans arranged by Yuhui withstand this round of search?
Anyway, Xu Jun is not optimistic.

Forget it, let’s wait for Yuhui to come out, and then the two of them will team up to deal with this big guy.

However, something unexpected happened.

After the Ghost King's spiritual sense swept around, it immediately returned, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes when he looked at Xu Jun.

After Xu Jun saw it, how could he not understand?

This guy can't be a fake!
A dignified fourth-level monster didn't even notice anything unusual?
Needless to say, the formation was difficult to learn even for Xu Jun, perhaps because of Yu Hui's special formation method. It was understandable that a demon could not be found.

However, now Yuhui was squatting on the grass not far away from them.

For a fourth-level person, this distance can be described as being within reach.

But the Ghost King still didn't notice.

Xu Jun let out a long breath. He finally understood that Yu Hui's methods were actually more powerful and stronger than he had imagined.

Even Yuanying Zhenjun would be fooled.

So, what if Yu Hui met the Ancestor of Transformation?
"Ha ha……"

A cold laugh interrupted Xu Jun's thoughts.

The Ghost King finally confirmed that there was no one else nearby and that all this was caused by the young man in front of him.

He had a sharp eye and immediately recognized that Xu Jun was a third-level practitioner.

Although he couldn't figure out how the human cultivators came to this small world, since they were here, he decided not to leave.

The Ghost King raised his hand and waved it. In an instant, countless ghosts and spirits gathered and turned into a stream of gloomy wind, spinning towards Xu Jun. The gloomy wind contained infinite murderous intent. Even though they were far away, Xu Jun could still sense the chill in it.

Facing the fourth-level Ghost King, Xu Jun dared not be careless at all.

He is not a projection. If he dies, he is really dead. Even the afterglow cannot revive him.

Looking up, his eyes were full of determination and sternness. Xu Jun shook his wrist, and his natal flying sword, Silver Moon Cold Light Sword, suddenly appeared in his hand. After being tempered by two True Gods of Transformation, and after experiencing several heavenly tribulations, a faint light was flowing on this flying sword, which was obviously not an ordinary magic weapon.

Facing the surging ghosts and spirits, Xu Jun waved his hand lightly, and infinite sword energy suddenly burst out from the flying sword, and quickly arranged in front of him a series of complex sword formations. The sword formations were full of light, forming a series of sword energy barriers, ready to meet the attack of the Ghost King.

"boom……"

After a loud bang, a huge sound wave like a sandstorm was set off around the sword energy formation controlled by Xu Jun.

However, no matter how those ghosts and spirits swayed, they could not penetrate the blockade of the sword formation, let alone attack Xu Jun himself.

The vast majority of ghosts and spirits were turned into ashes and ceased to exist by the light of the sword formation.

Xu Jun's face was solemn, he felt a tremendous pressure.

He is indeed a fourth-level demon. This was obviously just a casual and tentative attack, but it could make him feel such tremendous power.

At this moment, Xu Jun kept cursing MMP in his heart. If Yu Hui was in front of him, he would definitely be beaten to a pulp.

The Ghost King sneered and let out a strange laugh.

The laughter sounded creepy, but for some reason, Xu Jun felt a little agitated.

Jian Xin Tongming suddenly let go, and the next moment Xu Jun's mind immediately became clear and he was unmoved.

The Ghost King seemed a little surprised. In terms of combat power, he was definitely at the bottom of the fourth level. However, the laughter just now was mixed with the special charm of the Ghost Clan.

This is the real secret weapon of their clan.

However, this laughter seemed to have no effect, and immediately made the Ghost King a little surprised. Could it be that he pronounced it wrong?

With a cold snort, he flipped his hands, and the dark mist shot out from his fingertips and quickly spread, rushing towards the cultivator like a substance.

Since you are not afraid of the charm, then crush you with your hard power.

Xu Jun was well prepared. His expression remained unchanged. He moved his fingers slightly and the flying sword instantly turned into thousands of sword shadows, which collided with the black fog of the Ghost King with a deafening roar.

The formation and sword energy intertwined and collided in the air, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, as if the galaxy was falling, dazzling and brilliant.

The Yin energy released by the Ghost King collided with countless sword energies during the fierce battle, causing the surrounding air to be torn apart and forming space cracks, as if they were portals leading to another world.

Strong, so strong!

Xu Jun was highly focused, he knew that this battle not only concerned his own safety, but also his future.

Facing such a strong opponent, there should be no holding back.

With a thought, the sword in Xu Jun's hand flashed.

shhhhhh!
Suddenly, more sword energy swarmed out, and in a flash it filled the entire sky. Ten Thousand Swords Formation!

This was the first time Xu Jun released all of his sword energy.

Although he used the Ten Thousand Swords Into One when facing the thunder, it was indeed his first time to actually use the Ten Thousand Sword Qis to form a large formation.

Of course, Kendo Xu Jun in the projection world does not count.

The Ghost King's eyelids suddenly jumped. He seemed a little dazed as he looked at the countless sword energies in the sky.

No matter who it is, if they suddenly see ten thousand sword formations consisting of ten thousand sword formations appear in the sky, they will definitely be nervous.

At this moment, Xu Jun seemed to see a hint of hesitation in the Ghost King's eyes.

He cursed in his heart, this was at least a fourth-level cultivator, he wouldn't choose to flee without a fight when facing a third-level golden elixir.

Xu Jun felt a little anxious. He flicked his finger and countless sword energies transformed into thousands of sharp blades, covering the sky and rushing towards the Ghost King.

The Ghost King was unable to dodge, and dozens of wounds appeared on his body, with blood splattering everywhere.

Xu Jun blinked in surprise. He admitted that his Ten Thousand Swords Formation was indeed amazing.

But, can the Ghost King be injured like this?

A strong feeling of discomfort surged in his heart.

Suddenly, just one meter in front of Xu Jun, thousands of ghost shadows suddenly appeared. They gathered from the surroundings in an instant, forming a black vortex that submerged Xu Jun.

These ghosts appeared without any warning, and even Xu Jun, with his clear sword heart, did not notice them in advance.

At this moment, the injured Ghost King disappeared with a "bang", and an intact Ghost King appeared not far away.

What a... unsportsmanlike fellow.

Xu Jun cursed in his heart that the fourth-level demon had to use such means to deal with a mere third-level golden elixir like him. He really thought highly of him.

Countless claws around him were desperately biting at his protective Qi shield, and it seemed that the attack was about to succeed.

Xu Jun snorted coldly, and suddenly there were loud "crackling" sounds around him.

In a flash, his body was enveloped by a huge ball of primordial purple lightning. The originally majestic ghost shadows in the sky let out extremely shrill screams under the bombardment of the purple lightning, and then quickly dissipated one by one, no longer existing.

"Thunder and lightning?"

The Ghost King was startled, and his eyes became more solemn and vigilant.

However, the ghosts in front did not decrease in number and continued to swarm forward.

Obviously, the ghost king thought that Xu Jun relied on external forces to release such powerful lightning power, so he wanted to use countless little ghosts to consume this power.

Although Xu Jun's Ten Thousand Swords Formation was awe-inspiring, the demons were more afraid of the Hongmeng purple lightning that carried a hint of the power of a heavenly calamity.

Xu Jun did not retreat. Instead of weakening, the purple lightning expanded instantly, not only resisting countless black ghosts, but also continuously expanding its range until it formed a huge circular shield.

Xu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, his aura growing stronger.

After defending himself with the power of thunder and lightning, the Ten Thousand Swords Formation above his head could finally be released without restraint.

In an instant, countless sword energies descended from the sky and swept towards the Ghost King.

The Ghost King felt the change in the sword cultivator. He snorted angrily and burst out with all his strength, trying to defeat the sword cultivator in one fell swoop.

However, the sword energy of the Ten Thousand Swords Array was sharper and more accurate than the ghost of the Ghost King. With one sword and one energy, the Ghost King's attack was quickly resolved.

Xu Jun's eyes lit up slightly, and his other hand stood up to the sky. Suddenly, five-colored lights appeared in the sky, forming a bright moon, illuminating the entire venue like a living moon. In the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was clearly visible.

The sword energy of the bright moon turned into a waterfall, suddenly surrounding the Ghost King. A strong wind suddenly arose, and a song of ghosts crying and gods howling resounded through the valley. Millions of swords intertwined on the Ghost King. At this moment, the power of the Five Elements Sword Formation was stimulated to the extreme, and it actually suppressed a fourth-level demon.

But in just a moment, a fierce roar broke out in the endless moonlight.

The black color that had been suppressed to a small dot suddenly expanded violently.

The fourth-level demon finally became serious and displayed its true power.

Xu Jun frowned slightly, he clearly felt the gap between the two sides.

The fourth stage, Nascent Soul.

The power possessed by this demon is fundamentally different from that of the Jindan level. When he began to explode, no matter how Xu Jun's sword formation operated, he was unable to completely suppress it.

There is a meaning in this monster.

This is an ability that involves the level of rules. When this power of will is released, even though Xu Jun's sword energy seems to be overwhelming, it can still be easily reversed.

This is the true power of the fourth level.

The ultimate meaning!

Xu Jun's heart was burning. Although he was suppressed by the opponent's power now, Xu Jun saw his future direction at this moment.

Sword will, thunder will, five elements will, reality and illusion will, life and death will.

If Xu Jun continues to pursue the true meaning of the great Dao that he has mastered, then one day he will be able to comprehend all the mysteries of this great Dao and transform it into his own will.

Well, in other words, there is no need to fully comprehend the mysteries of a particular avenue.

As long as you can comprehend part of it, refine it, and then condense it into your own will, that is enough.

Of course, the power of this half-baked true meaning of the Tao and the true meaning of the Tao after it is fully mastered will definitely be worlds apart.

All of these were the feelings that emerged the moment Xu Junzai's Ten Thousand Swords came into contact with the other party's "intention" power.

The Ghost King's body was suspended in the air. He stared at Xu Jun, his heart already filled with terrified waves.

This human was clearly only at level three, but the sword formation he released was surprisingly powerful.

He had never imagined that a third-level creature could possess such incredible power.

Ten thousand swords formation?

Is this really a power that can be mastered when reaching the third level?
The Ghost King knew very well that in terms of strength alone, the power released by this sword formation was no less powerful than his, and might even be stronger.

The reason why he was able to break free easily and suppress the opponent was not because he surpassed the opponent in terms of the "quantity" of strength, but because the strength he possessed overwhelmed the opponent in terms of "quality".

Therefore, he can win with fewer people...

Ahhhh!
How come I feel happy and proud?

I am level four and he is level three.

Since ancient times, no one has ever heard of a third-level cultivator who could suppress a fourth-level cultivator in terms of strength.

Even if it is just the aspect of "quantity" that creates suppression, it is absolutely impossible.

From the third level to the fourth level, that is the difference between the Golden Core and the Nascent Soul.

The gap is as huge as the distance between the sky and the earth.

But today, this fourth-level Ghost King witnessed this incredible and frightening scene.

The power that erupted from the Ten Thousand Swords Formation completely overwhelmed him.

After taking a deep look at Xu Jun, an idea suddenly came to the Ghost King's mind.

This human cannot be allowed to live any longer. No matter what, he must be kept here forever.

Otherwise, once he is promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, will other races in this world have any chance to survive?
He opened his mouth and suddenly spat out five streams of black air.

The five black auras transformed into five black dragons and flew away into the distance.

He wanted to notify all the strong people he knew to come and join him, and make sure to capture this human being completely.

However, at this moment, five rays of light suddenly flashed in the sky.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

After five loud noises, the five black dragons that flew into the sky suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of black rain that fell down.

The Ghost King was startled and looked around suspiciously.

Then, he discovered that countless lights had suddenly appeared around him at some point.

This was a huge formation that covered the sky and the sun, trapping him inside.

(End of this chapter)