After the ascent failed

Chapter 661 The Power of Sword Intent
The atmosphere is tense.

Terrible killing intent permeated the hall, and three Void Returning cultivators joined forces to oppress it, one of whom was an extremely strong man in the Void Returning Middle Stage.

In such a scene, any cultivator who transforms the spirit will be obliterated.

At this time, the young man under the stone wall was alone and helpless, as if he was in a doomsday situation!

"Yuan Xianyi, do you dare to stop me?"

The smile on Gu Mu's old Taoist face was restrained, and he looked at Yuan Xianyi on the opposite side faintly. The latter was also a Void Returning cultivator. It might be difficult to tell the winner in a fight, but if he made a move, he would definitely be entangled.

"I want to slap that kid to death more than you do, but since my young master is in his hands, no matter what, I can't let him die here." Yuan Xianyi snorted coldly.

"hey-hey……"

Gu Mu Laodao didn't speak, but sneered gloomyly.

The two mid-stage Void Returning cultivators confront each other, and an invisible pressure pervades, making people feel suffocated.

The eyes of Patriarch Gui Ling and Taoist Ao Xie flickered, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

"Go!"

Suddenly, after the two looked at each other, as if they had a tacit understanding, their figures flashed out!

The violent spiritual energy, like a boiling tide, rushed straight to Ye Chunyang and shrouded it, just like that day outside the city gate, the ghost ancestor opened his big hand and grasped it in the air, and the air was completely distorted.

"You two are courting death!"

The old man Gu Mu raised his head to look at the two of them, the penny in his hand shook, and a dazzling light appeared, and he hit the ghost ancestors instead of Ye Chunyang.

He is certain to win against Ye Chunyang, how could he just watch the ghost ancestors make their move?

"Whoosh" sound.

A gust of wind blew up, and at the moment when the old Taoist sacrificed the penny, a figure suddenly appeared in the midair, Yuan Xian shook his sleeves, and a mysterious painting scroll appeared, flying towards the old Taoist's magic weapon of penny, the two lightly Flying back one after another with a light touch.

"Yuan Xianyi! Do you really think that the poor Taoist dare not kill you?" Gu Mu Laodao couldn't help being furious when his offensive was blocked.

"I'm afraid you don't have that ability." Yuan Xianyi responded with a sneer.

"Okay, the poor Taoist will destroy you first, and then take down that kid!" The old Taoist Gu Mu was furious.

Before the words fell, the penny shivered suddenly, and the spiritual energy on it surged out like a wave, and a dazzling brilliance flickered, and this seemingly ordinary penny turned into a mouthful of turquoise wood. sword.

The old Taoist spewed out a mouthful of spiritual energy, and the green light of the wooden sword rose sharply, releasing a hundred-foot sword glow, soaring into the sky!

The cyan sword energy ascended to the sky like a trapped dragon. Under the pervasive violence of the sword energy, the faces of all the cultivators who turned into gods present turned pale, and they all vomited blood and retreated.The next moment, there were only a few wild sounds of "shua shua", and the sword qi slashed towards Yuan Xianyi crazily.

The void is distorted!

With the power of this sword, ordinary monks will definitely lose their minds and souls if they catch it.

A serious look flashed across Yuan Xian's face, Gu Mu Lao Dao was at the same level of cultivation as him, so he didn't dare to be careless.

The scroll flicked, and there was a buzzing sound in the void, and a landscape painting was summoned from a distance, like a small world, majestic.

This painting scroll was used by Yuan Xianyi under the eyes of ghosts. Although it was destroyed by the patriarch of the dark abyss ghost clan with the ghost curse, the damage was not serious. Yuan Xianyi also repaired it with powerful means.

At this time, facing Gumu Laodao's blue light giant sword, Shanshui Hua immediately suppressed it in the air. The power of the two magic weapons is not impressive. Just a trace of aftermath is enough to strangle a cultivator of Huashen.

Everyone was terrified, how can they participate in the battle between the two returning to the void mid-stage, how could they care about comprehending the stone wall at this time, and hurriedly ran towards the outside of the hall.

Patriarch Guiling and Taoist Aoxie glanced at this place respectively, seeing that the old Taoist Gumu was entangled, they immediately went on the offensive and went straight to Ye Chunyang.

"Boy, I only blame you for being too talented. If you are allowed to leave, we will have trouble sleeping and eating in the future. You might as well stay here!"

The ghost ancestor grinned grimly.

He had previously planned to capture Ye Chunyang alive, but with Gu Mu Laodao and Yuan Xian intervening, it would be difficult for him to succeed, so he changed his mind and wanted to kill Ye Chunyang on the spot!

At this moment, the mutation protruded.

An ear-piercing sword sound came out, and the two of them had just executed the spell, when a majestic sword intent suddenly filled the ground.

The two showed astonishment, and looked towards where Ye Chunyang was, only to see a glaring silver light flashing, and the sound of thunder could be heard endlessly.

Ye Chunyang's body was surrounded by 81 flying swords, and his whole body was bathed in thunder, like the son of Thor, exuding a powerful majesty.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the stone wall trembled, and mysterious characters jumped out of the stone wall as if they were alive, and merged into Ye Chunyang's sword array. He stood still with his eyes closed, as if calling for some mysterious will.

A powerful coercion suddenly appeared, and the entire fairy hall trembled crazily at this moment, like an ancient fairy revived, and added to Ye Chunyang's sword array.

He opened his eyes and raised his fingers a little.

"Buzz!"

81 flying swords clank and clank!

The characters on the stone wall are more radiant, and the sword intent bursts out like a turbulent sea.

A storm of sword energy rolled up in the whole hall, and the group of swords roared across the air. Patriarch Ghost Spirit and Taoist Ao Xie felt swept by the strong wind, and chills pierced into their hearts.

"噗嗤" "噗嗤" sounded loudly, Taoist Ao Xie was the first to bear the brunt, the magic formula was penetrated by the sword intent, and his robe burst.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to shout something, but the words stopped abruptly, and there was great panic in his eyes.

The next moment, the sword intent whizzed and strangled him suddenly, the blood mist exploded, Taoist Aoxie's whole body was bloody, and only Nascent Soul was left to escape.

"The meaning of Mahayana!"

Everyone, including Gu Mu Lao Dao and Yuan Xianyi, was shocked when they saw this scene.

"This……"

Great fear welled up in the eyes of the ghost ancestor.

Before, they all saw that Ye Chunyang had comprehended the true meaning of the characters on the stone wall, but he only used his spiritual thoughts to arouse the pressure of will on the stone wall, but now he is integrated into his own sword array, and every sword energy contains Mahayana will.

"how is this possible?"

The ancestor of ghost spirit showed deep disbelief on his face.

Even if the characters on the stone wall were left by Mahayana monks, he could comprehend the true meaning of them, and it would never be possible to integrate them into himself. Just like when he was in the ancient cave of Diling before, he could only arouse the resonance of the sculpture's will, but Be your own.

Now, Ye Chunyang was able to transform the Mahayana sword intent into his own sword array, its power can be imagined!

He waved his hand, and after merging into the Mahayana sword intent, the power of the Great Thousand Sword Formation was not what it used to be. Moreover, although his realm was still in the late stage of transformation, his mana was far more powerful than that of the same level. After the sword formation circled a few times, it immediately caught up Nascent Soul of Daoist Ao Xie.

A few muffled sounds came out, and this strong man in the early stage of returning to the void, Nascent Soul, was also strangled on the spot.

The ghost ancestor's expression changed again and again.

His eyes flickered a few times, and he retreated without hesitation. Ye Chunyang's sword array was integrated with Mahayana sword intent. It is impossible to kill him today, and even his old life may be lost here!

"It's only now that I want to leave, isn't it too late?" Ye Chunyang's indifferent voice came, the sword array was launched again, lightning flashed and thunder thundered in the void, and a violent will suddenly came.

The Ghost Patriarch tried to kill him again and again, and humiliated him repeatedly. Ye Chunyang had already killed this person, so how could he let him escape today?

Seeing the sword formation approaching, Patriarch Guiling's face changed drastically.

But how could he sit still and wait for death as a dignified Void Returning cultivator.

He controlled the tactic with both hands, and his body was full of spiritual light, and a square wooden box flashed out.

The box seemed to have extraordinary spirituality, as soon as it appeared, the aura burst out. I saw the ghost ancestor slapped it with one hand, the box opened, and billowing smoke came out, enveloping Ye Chunyang's sword formation.

Blocked by the smoke, the 81 flying swords also froze for a moment, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the ghost ancestor once again urged the escape method, flashing wildly towards the gate of the palace.

But then there was only an ear-shattering explosion from behind, and the ghost ancestor looked back, suddenly horrified.

Ye Chunyang's sword formation, after a slight pause, a fierce attacking intention permeated, passed through the square wooden box, the latter was torn apart, and then in the blink of an eye, thunder surrounded the ghost ancestor.

"No!"

Patriarch Ghost Spirit was terrified, he wanted to struggle to cast spells again, but he felt an irresistible coercion descending, and then a chill came over him, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

With a muffled sound of "bang", blood holes appeared on the body of the Ghost Patriarch, and Yuan Ying was directly strangled by the sword formation without escaping.

Everyone watching the battle gasped.

Ye Chunyang actually killed three early Void Returning cultivators in a row at the late stage of Transformation God!

Ling Qingxuan and Hua Fei'er opened their beautiful eyes wide, showing disbelief.

Such supernatural powers, who can do it?

Gu Mu Laodao, who was fighting with Yuan Xianyi, also had great shock in his eyes when he saw this scene.

"The kid can actually control the Mahayana sword intent. If his realm is higher, I'm afraid he can compete with the fit monk." Gu Mu's heart jumped wildly, but he calmed down quickly, and instead showed a greedy smile, "If it is on him With this sword intent, I, Gu Mu, will have a place in the spirit world from now on!"

Laughing wildly in his heart, Gu Mu Laodao's mana surged wildly, shaking Yuan Xian back, then his figure flashed wildly, and the giant sword shot up into the sky.

Ye Chunyang's eyes showed coldness, Gu Mu Laodao had used him as a scapegoat before, and today he attacked him again.

"Humph!"

Ye Chunyang snorted coldly, the sword array flew back in a circle, and the thunder surged, and the dense rain of swords was like meteors from the sky, confronting Gu Mu Laodao head-on.

Gu Mu was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "The boy is very confident. If you are stronger and have the Mahayana sword in your hand, the poor Taoist may retreat. Unfortunately, you are too weak now."

"is it?"

Ye Chunyang sneered lightly.

The Daqian Sword Formation suddenly surged for a few minutes, and a pure will appeared. The stone wall behind him shook suddenly, and characters jumped out, turning into a golden torrent and gathering together with the sword formation.

Gu Mu Lao Dao paused, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

"boom!"

The turbulent sword intent was like a gust of wind and rain, impacting on the old man's blue giant sword. In an instant, countless sword rains pierced through.

(End of this chapter)