Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 442 The killing intent is overwhelming

"Junior brother!"

The big-headed monk cried out in pain, quickly stood up and swooped down to help Wu Si'an stabilize his fall.

"Brother, I..."

Wu Si'an's face was as pale as gold paper, and there was a lot of fear in his eyes. He seemed shocked by Chen Mu's sudden outburst.

Looking at his miserable appearance, the big-headed monk wanted to scold him for being too reckless, but he had to hold back his words and not add fuel to the fire.

"Hmph, since you are acting this way, Lingxin will report the matter to the Princess truthfully afterwards."

Ling Xin snorted coldly. If Chen Mu's strength had not been so unexpected that he could have dispersed the flying knife dragon on his own, he might have succeeded.

Hearing this, the big-headed monk's face was gloomy and he did not respond. However, Wu Si'an regained his composure, his eyes fierce and he said in a voice transmission: "Brother, the Beiyuan villain must have exhausted his magic power by now and has no strength to fight back. If we don't take action now, when will we take action?

"The Spirit Heart Demon General is ultimately a cultivator of the demon race. Even if his bloodline is extraordinary, it's likely not as good as yours, Senior Brother!"

This statement is indeed somewhat possible. After all, the big-headed cultivator is a disciple of a major sect in the Middle Earth. The skills and magical powers he has cultivated are all of high quality, and he has no shortage of magic weapons. Ordinary demon cultivators will definitely find it difficult to compete with him.

"Qianhe asked the Soul Fish if he wanted to take a risk..."

The big-headed monk remained expressionless, his spiritual sense quietly reaching out to his Ten Thousand Swords Pot.

This magic weapon of his was a mid-grade magic weapon given to him by his master when he broke through to the late stage. Although its grade was not as good as the small golden tripod used by Jiang Zhengchu, he could use it with ease and control it as if it were his own arm.

If you think about it, the degree to which this treasure enhances his strength is even greater than that of the small golden tripod.

But he was still hesitant, simply because he couldn't see through the true background of the Spirit Heart Demon General...

Perhaps because he understood his senior brother's conflicted personality, Wu Si'an made up his mind and shot out another ray of light towards Chen Mu and the others!
"Brother, you will thank me later!"

He thought to himself and shouted, "Do it!"

Seeing this, the big-headed monk no longer hesitated. His golden elixir turned quietly, and a majestic elixir light gushed out and drilled into the small Wandao Pot.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."

In an instant, the sound of knives rang out, and countless flying knives seemed endless, shooting out from the pot, sweeping all over the sky, and pressing down like a rain of arrows!

Lingxin had suffered a loss once, and his mind had been alert for a long time. Seeing this, he immediately mobilized his demonic power, and a mysterious spiritual picture quietly emerged in front of his seemingly defenseless body.

There are surging waves and a river flowing eastward. It does not look like a copied picture, but rather like a small world that has never been seen.

"Hetu?"

The big-headed monk's eyes flashed, and he didn't dare to be careless. He tried his best to urge the golden elixir to turn again. The Ten Thousand Swords Pot suddenly shone brightly, and the number of flying knives increased by tens of thousands!

The River Map is a secret treasure of uncertain grade. Its power depends entirely on the energy of the spiritual river in the map.

Some may be as small as a magic weapon, while others may be as powerful as a spiritual treasure!
Once upon a time, a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage existed in the East China Sea. Holding the Taotian River Map, he battled the then-leading water controller, the East China Sea Dragon King, without losing. His fame spread far and wide, and he was known as the greatest Nascent Soul cultivator of the time, unrivaled...

It’s a pity that no matter how strong he is, he can’t escape the passage of time. Ten thousand years later, this person’s lineage no longer exists in the East China Sea, and even the Taotian River Map, which is comparable to a spiritual treasure, is nowhere to be found.

The river map that Ling Xin took out was naturally not as good as the other one, but it was not a vulgar thing either. The spiritual river sealed in it was the famous third-level Mingguang River in southern Xinjiang, which made this river map comparable to a mid-grade magic weapon. This time, it was not at a disadvantage against the Wandao Pot.

"Boom boom..."

The long river flows endlessly, pouring out for thousands of miles in an instant.

The roar continued, and thousands of flying knives were like swallows returning to their nests, one by one diving into the river and then becoming silent.

But the big-headed monk was not panicked at all. He just waited for the opportunity silently with a serious expression.

For a moment, Changhe and Daofu were in a stalemate, and Lingxin's pressure suddenly decreased. When he was about to turn around and ask Chen Mu to be careful, he suddenly found that his eyes had turned blood red and were filled with murderous intent.

"Fellow Daoist Chen?" His heart trembled and he asked quickly.

But Chen Mu seemed to have not heard anything, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Wu Si'an in front of him.

"Kill, kill! How dare a defeated general provoke you? Damn it... Damn it!"

Chen Mu muttered to himself, completely unaware of his own abnormality.

If someone probed into his sea of ​​consciousness at this time, they would find that it was filled with murderous intent, and the killing character was shining, hanging in the middle, quietly bewitching his mind.

Perhaps it was because he had used all his strength to display his mid-grade innate magical power, which caused the light of the elixir to dim and the mysterious water lotus to become silent. The clear light emitted could only protect his last spiritual platform, and for a while it was unable to expel the strong murderous intent that was spreading.

"Fellow Daoist Chen..."

Lingxin was still trying to test him, but his intuition told him that something was not right with Chen Mu's condition.

"die!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout, and Chen Mu stepped heavily on the ground, and the void seemed to provide support as if it were solid, allowing him to approach Wu Si'an in the blink of an eye.

Wu Si'an was not panicked. There was only a flash of panic in his eyes for the first moment, but he immediately returned to normal.

What others didn't know was that although he was seriously injured, he still had a trump card.

If Chen Mu used thunder magic, he would have no way to stop him, but who knew that Chen Mu seemed to be so bloodthirsty that he abandoned the thunder magic and moved forward.

Just what he wanted...

"The thief is looking for death!"

Wu Si'an stabilized his body, put his hands together into a seal, his lips moved constantly, and suddenly a bloody evil light appeared behind him.

This light is quite famous and is one of the three filthy lights.

Once hit, both the magic weapon and the body of the cultivator will lose their spirituality to a certain extent, causing great damage.

The reason why the bloody evil light is so famous is because it is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it is extremely difficult to expel it once it is infected...

This is his trump card, and no one knows it except himself.

After all, it is inappropriate no matter how you look at it for him to be the authentic descendant of a famous family and practice evil and filthy methods.

If the sect knew about this, there might be punishment.

But in this situation, he couldn't care less.

A flash of blood suddenly appeared, covering a thousand feet!

In an instant, bloodstains appeared on the blade of the Quexie Sword held by Chen Mu.

The sword that slew many evils was inevitably corrupted by evil...

"Hmph, over your own strength!"

Wu Si'an sneered complacently, and became even more confident when he saw blood on Chen Mu's body.

"You're not going back yet?"

He shouted loudly, and controlled the blood light with his mind to roll forward, intending to force Chen Mu to escape, so that he could avoid danger and hide under the protection of his senior brother.

But Chen Mu's eyes were still red, he ignored the oncoming blood, and slashed at it at high speed with the sword in hand!
"Click..."

Through the thick blood light, the Quexie Sword could not bear the weight. The bloodstained sword body was no longer as tough as before, and it rusted and broke into two pieces in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)