Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 287 Mysterious Man

Faced with the various spells that were coming at him at such a rapid speed, no one could respond to him. They all put their whole heart and soul into using their methods, hoping to survive this period of time.

But Tongmian was very smart. He took a step back quietly, allowing most of the pressure to go to others. He hid behind him, his eyes flickering, his expression extremely conflicted, and it seemed that he was thinking about how to escape.

"Ah...save me..."

In the blink of an eye, the silver-faced monk who had just joined the Eternal Life Hall believers fell down first, and screamed in fear before dying.

Seeing this, everyone said nothing and launched another round of attack. Niu Dali even shook his body and turned into a giant man of eight feet tall and pressed forward.

The three Jade-faced monks were horrified upon seeing this. Except for the Bronze-faced monk, the other two were ready to shout loudly, "Soul to the other shore..."

But at this moment, a sword sound suddenly rang out from the horizon, clear and loud, piercing the sky.

Chen Mu and others were moved and looked up quickly.

But then a sword light came flying towards them at high speed, and before anyone could react, it had circled back and forth several times, blocking all the attacks.

"who!"

Shi Xin frowned upon seeing this, and as if facing a formidable enemy, he used his spiritual sense to look towards the direction where the sword light was coming from.

It’s no wonder he reacted like that. The distance was so close that he couldn’t even sense any energy.

Chen Mu was similarly affected. His spiritual sense swept across the distance of six thousand feet ahead, but he saw no cultivators. However, the sword light flying towards him was unmistakable, indicating that the person coming either possessed a hidden treasure technique or was carrying a treasure...

"Whoosh!"

Before the newcomer showed up, the sword light that had been circling for several weeks gained new strength and slashed towards Niu Dali's tall and strong body like lightning.

"Hey!" Niu Dali's eyes lit up and he reached out to grab it with interest.

There were only a few "swish" sounds, and the sword light flashed continuously. The flying sword energy hit Niu Dali's body, leaving one shallow wound after another.

Niu Dali was not at all flustered. His big hands were covered with layers of mysterious light, and he kept following the trajectory of the sword light like a fish in the dark.

"Dang Cang..."

After a short while, the sword light was surrounded and blocked by Niu Dali and firmly restrained in his hands.

"Still want to fight me?" Niu Dali snorted with a smile, and a mysterious light suddenly flashed on his hand. Then the sword light let out a mournful whine and dissipated, revealing the flying sword inside.

The sword body is silver-white, the hilt is slightly purple, and it has a good spiritual charm. It is actually a mid-level spiritual sword...

After seeing the full appearance of the flying sword, everyone didn't notice anything. In contrast, Chen Mu was shocked, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked confused.

"Purple Illusion Sword...why is it here?"

This sword was the sword of Lin Yuanqing from the Sword-Wen Pavilion who had fought with him not long ago.

"Could it be Lin Yuanqing..."

Chen Mu's eyes flashed, and his spiritual sense quietly extended, searching around for traces of the cultivator.

The person who blocked the fatal attack for the monks of the Hall of Eternal Life clearly had bad intentions.

"Good sword, good sword!"

Niu Dali looked back and forth at the flying sword in his hand, his face becoming more and more satisfied: "Since you are hiding your head and tail, I will accept this sword!"

After saying that, he punched the sword straight, taking advantage of its disordered spiritual energy. When he was about to put it into the storage bag, he suddenly found that its spiritual energy was shining brightly and trembling slightly.

"Spiritual Sword Self-Destructs... Retreat Quickly!"

Chen Mu suddenly spoke out, and as he retreated violently, he felt that Niu Dali was unable to dodge in time, so he quickly summoned a small jade shield and flew in front of him.

The others reacted just as quickly, leaping to their feet almost as soon as the transformation occurred.

A deafening roar was heard, and the Purple Phantom Sword suddenly collapsed, turning into thousands of fragments that shot out in all directions, igniting sharp edges!
"Me! Fellow Daoist, please save me..."

Everyone dodged and fled. Unfortunately, the Liu family's ancestor was already seriously injured and dying, so he could only pin his hopes on everyone.

Unfortunately, before Shi Xin could make a move, the body of the Liu ancestor had been torn to pieces by the sharp energy.

"Fellow Daoist Liu!" Lin Shuyun called out softly, with a look of reluctance on his face.

Chen Mu sighed in his heart and quickly used his spiritual sense to look at Niu Dali who was obscured by the spiritual fluctuations.

The small jade shield was flashing with light, and it was obviously damaged. Niu Dali was covered in blood, and his body was covered with countless tiny wounds, which looked extremely terrifying.

Seeing Niu Dali grimacing, Chen Mu heaved a sigh of relief. He was the closest among the group, and the only injuries he suffered were due to his own strength...

"You bastard, come out! Come out for your Grandpa Niu..."

Niu Dali was furious and jumped up and cursed without caring about the blood gushing out of his body.

If they confronted him head-on, even if he was killed outright, he would only feel weak and would not be so angry. However, being toyed with without being found anywhere made him furious both physically and mentally, and his blood boiled!
"Hehe... Senior brothers, looking at that ugly guy, what do you think of this method of mine?"

Suddenly, four monks in black robes appeared in a corner of the sky. Their figures and appearances were vague and unclear, but their aura was unmistakable. Although they tried to conceal their movements, they were still righteous and majestic.

Seeing this, Chen Mu and others couldn't help but shrink their pupils and were horrified.

At this moment, the four figures were only a hundred feet away from them, but none of them noticed them just now!

"At a distance of a hundred feet... if we work together properly, we can kill someone instantly..."

Thinking of this, Chen Mu and the others looked even uglier, and they all looked at the person who had just spoken.

This person was on the far right, speaking in a frivolous and casual tone, as if he didn't take Chen Mu and the others seriously at all.

Perhaps amused by his words, one of the four shook his head and sighed, "No wonder Master likes Junior Brother Zhong the most. He's so smart. If it were me, I would also favor Junior Brother Zhong."

The cultivator surnamed Zhong laughed heartily and waved his hand, saying, "That's no match for Senior Brother Li. Otherwise, why would Master bring you to the Dragon Palace for a banquet?"

As soon as these words came out, the cultivator surnamed Li smiled proudly, as if he had hit upon something he was proud of. Just as he was about to show off, his expression suddenly changed and he scolded, "How dare you!"

But it was Niu Dali who came with anger, with mysterious light surging in the sky and straight punches coming, and the sky darkened.

"Brother Li, I'm here!"

The monk on the far left suddenly moved and rushed forward with excitement.

Seeing this, cultivator surnamed Li smiled and said, "I almost forgot Junior Brother Du likes this kind of strength cultivation the most. Well, this is a good opportunity to admire the Heavenly Fire Mysterious Body."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk named Du who rushed out unleashed his magic power, and flames three feet high suddenly rose from his body. Then they slowly condensed and turned into streaks of fire that fell on his body.

"boom!"

Straight punches met with straight punches, and a burst of force was generated, sweeping past the crowd at an incredible speed, blowing up many robes and making them rustle.

Niu Dali stumbled a few steps, shook his numb fist, and became excited: "Good little thief, you may not be in great shape, but you have a lot of strength!"

"Hmph, a barbarian cultivator who doesn't know how to transform his magical powers..." The male cultivator named Du snorted coldly, his tone extremely disdainful.

Niu Dali raised one eyebrow when he heard this, and completely ignored Shi Xin's voice transmission behind him, and punched out directly.

"What a bullshit magical power! Look at your Grandpa Niu's powerful thief-killing fist!"

(End of this chapter)