After the ascent failed

Chapter 880 Blood Spirit Blade
Blood Spirit Blade is a powerful secret technique of the Wood Clan, which has the power to slay gods and destroy Buddhas, but only the clan leader can practice this technique.

It is said that one needs to pay the price of one's own essence and blood to practice this technique, and once it is used, one's true energy will definitely be greatly damaged.However, the power that erupts is invincible to those of the same rank.

Manxuan has fought with Mu Yan for so many years, and he knows the Mu clan well. He knows that Mu Yan has practiced this secret technique, but he has never used it, so he came up with the words just now.

Seeing Mu Yan perform this technique, all the powerful members of the Mu clan were shocked. With the price and power of the blood spirit blade, the previous patriarchs had never used it easily, and they had never seen Mu Yan forced to such a situation.

With the continuous injection of spiritual power, the blood spirit blade in front of Mu Yan became more and more sharp. Ye Chunyang looked at it, frowned slightly, and let out a light sigh.

With a flick of his sleeves, the giant thunder sword shone with brilliance, re-formed into 81 flying swords and spread out, densely packed shadows of the swords fell towards Mu Yan.

He could feel that the blood spirit blade seemed unusual, and it should be some kind of hidden method of Muyan, so he naturally couldn't be careless.

"Good time, I will let you taste the power of the Blood Spirit Blade right now." Seeing Ye Chunyang advancing instead of retreating, Mu Yan sneered, revealing a look of excitement.

Although it will cost him a lot to use the Blood Spirit Blade, as long as he can get the gate of the fairy trail, all of this is nothing.

What's more, the flying sword on Ye Chunyang's body is so powerful, he is also very interested.

At that moment, Mu Yan pointed his finger, and said the word "go" lightly, the brilliance of the blood spirit blade soared, soaring into the sky, and went straight to meet the Great Thousand Sword Formation.

On the other side, Manxuan's eyes flickered violently a few times, and a mysterious formula appeared in his hand, and he also recited some ancient spell!

The next moment, the aura on his body became turbulent and strange, and phantoms were transformed into one after another, and it was impossible to tell which one was the deity.Then with a loud roar, the Buddhist mantra covering him was shaken away, and several figures flew out together.

Immediately after his figure flashed, several phantom bodies attacked Ye Xiaobao together.

These two late-stage Void Returning cultivators each used the means of suppressing the bottom of the box, and they seemed to want to kill Ye Chunyang in one fell swoop.

A look of surprise flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes.

The two were able to break free from his restraint and strike back, which did surprise him, but he still stood in midair, his body remained unchanged, and he manipulated the sword array and clone with ease.

"Fellow Daoist seems to be in trouble? Do you need me to help you solve one or two problems?"

The mysterious man's voice sounded in Ye Chunyang's mind, with a hint of gloating.

Ye Chunyang frowned lightly, shook his head slightly and said, "Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist, Ye can still solve these two by himself!"

"Oh, if that's the case, that's naturally the best." The mysterious man said with a smile: "However, if you need help, you can ask at any time. I also hope that you will take me to the treasure hunt. You don't want to die here. it is good."

"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I don't want to fall so easily." Ye Chunyang said with a serious face.

The mysterious man chuckled and stopped talking. At this moment, the blood light soared upwards and collided with the Daqian Sword Formation. There was a harsh sound of tinkling, sparks scattered in the void, blood light and thunder light intertwined and spread.

Under the slash of the blood spirit blade, the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder in the Daqian Sword Formation showed signs of sharply decreasing.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chunyang couldn't help but change slightly.

The Nine Heavens Profound Thunder punishes the evil and destroys the gods, and is the first to attack. At this time, it is slightly restrained. It can be seen that the secret technique of the Mu clan is indeed somewhat extraordinary.

But Ye Chunyang didn't feel panic. With a wave of his hand, the sword array immediately gathered, and at the same time, with the urging of mana, the brilliance in the sword array flourished, and the power of the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder immediately increased after being restrained a little.

Ye Chunyang's control was calm, but Mu Yan on the other side couldn't help but be surprised!

The Blood Spirit Blade was clearly able to suppress the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder just now, why did the opponent become so strong in the blink of an eye?
Does this human race youth still have reservations?

"How is it possible? What is the origin of this kid, and how powerful he is?" Mu Yan's heart trembled. He and Man Xuan had almost tried their best, but Ye Chunyang seemed to be able to handle it with ease. How can we fight?

The more Mu Yan thought about it, the more he found it unbelievable. This person looks so young, but they are old monsters who have been famous for a long time. The other party's cultivation time is absolutely inferior to theirs, but how can they have such terrifying strength?

"The grievances have been formed today. If this person is not eliminated, it will definitely bring disaster to our Mu clan in the future. No matter what, we must kill him here!"

Thinking this way in his heart, Mu Yan gritted his teeth fiercely, cut his palm again, and the blood mist in front of him surged.

There was a sound of berserk in the void, and the brilliance of the blood spirit blade suddenly exploded, and its power multiplied exponentially. The yuan is in a state of great loss.

When Ye Chunyang saw this, surprise flashed in his eyes. He never thought that this blood spirit blade secret technique was so weird, and it could continuously increase its power with the energy and blood of the caster.

His eyes turned cold, and his figure flashed in the air.

The next moment, Ye Chunyang appeared in the sword array and looked up into the sky.

Seeing Ye Chunyang forcibly rushing into the attack of the blood spirit blade, Mu Yan was shocked, but then he laughed wildly, looked at Ye Chunyang sarcastically and said: "I really want to die, you think my blood spirit blade is so easy to resist Is it right? Since you have come to die yourself, then I will fulfill your wish!"

With a loud laugh, Mu Yan clasped his palm towards the void, and the majestic mana poured down towards the blood spirit blade. There was an ear-piercing hum in the field, and the blood spirit blade suspended in the air swelled against the wind, showing its sharpness.

With a sound of "shua", the blood spirit blade rushed into the air again, drawing out a blazing blood light, trying to defeat the Great Thousand Sword Formation.

But at this moment, an astonishing scene appeared.

Ye Chunyang, who was fierce in the sword formation, lightly grasped his palm, 81 flying swords hovered in the air, lined up above his head like a scorching sun, and then chopped on the blood spirit blade under his finger.

It can be seen that the thunder light at this time has all turned into gold, and the sky is full of golden light. Some monks from the Mu clan who were a little further away were instantly slashed into serious injuries under the shroud of sword light, and they all vomited blood and retreated.

Everyone looked horrified, and immediately retreated far away, then raised their heads to look at the place where the two fought, only heard a "dang", and the blades joined together.

"boom!"

There was a low explosion sound, and the light on the Blood Spirit Blade was rapidly dimming, and it was covered with fine cracks, making it precarious.Mu Yan, who was not far away, spurted out a big mouthful of blood, and his breath suddenly became weak.

"Blood Spirit Blade is the supreme secret technique of my Wood Clan, how...how can you resolve it?"

Mu Yan raised his head, looking at Ye Chunyang as if seeing ghosts and gods, full of fear.

"It's a mere spell, but who can get it?" Ye Chunyang looked indifferent, and raised his hand again, and the rain of swords fell like a tide.

Mu Yan sucked in a breath of cold air, and his spine felt chills.

A look of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to grab a Mu clan master who was in the early stage of returning to the void beside him. Before that person could react, Mu Yan caught him in front of him.

Looking at the dense array of swords flying in front of him, the Mu clan master looked horrified, but before he could say more, the sword glow had already passed through his body, strangling his true essence.

But at this moment, Mu Yan had escaped a few feet away, frantically running for his life.

"Patriarch, you..."

The eyes of this wood clan master were wide open, and he couldn't believe it until the moment he died.

Mu Yan snorted coldly and continued to fly away without saying a word.

He was deeply aware of Ye Chunyang's horror, and even the Blood Spirit Blade couldn't defeat him, so he didn't have to think about the Gate of Immortal Traces anymore. At this moment, he only thought about being able to save his life.

Ye Chunyang was also a little surprised by this scene, he didn't expect that Mu Yan would not hesitate to use his clansmen to achieve his own goals.

But since the other party made up his mind to take his life from the beginning, Ye Chunyang certainly wouldn't be merciful, and immediately pointed at him with his sword.

"Whoosh!"

The group of swords streaked across the void, and went straight to Mu Yan to chase after him. In less than a breath, the cold sword light appeared behind the opponent.

Sensing the sword intent coming from behind, Mu Yan's face turned pale, and he sped away with a scream.But no matter how fast he was, how could he match the power of the Daqian Sword Formation to tear apart the void, and with a flash of sword light, a golden thunder dragon fell straight down from the sky.

"Fellow Daoist, spare me! Don't kill me!"

Mu Yan's face was as pale as paper, and he begged for mercy in panic.

He is the patriarch of the majestic Mu clan, a strong man in the late stage of returning to the void. He doesn't know how much time and cost it took to get to where he is today. He doesn't want to die.

But his voice did not slow Stegosaurus at all. The next moment, his body was shrouded in golden thunder, and muffled sounds came out, without even a scream, and it exploded into a cloud of blood mist .

With a flick of Ye Chunyang's sleeve, the surrounding sword energy dissipated, and there was silence in the void.

Mu Yan disappeared from the world, and Yuanshen and Yuanying were completely wiped out.

But at this time Ye Chunyang saw a blood blade floating not far away, and his eyes froze slightly.

As soon as he grasped the palm, the blood blade flew into his hand.

This thing is exactly the blood spirit blade that Mu Yan used when he was fighting with him just now, it is made of Mu Yan's blood essence, and the blade is still there after the opponent falls.

After the fight just now, Ye Chunyang is also somewhat interested in this blade. Now that he is staying, he can just study it.

"you?"

A weak voice came.

Man Xuan, who was planning to continue fighting with Ye Xiaobao, saw a sudden chill rushing to his forehead behind this scene, and felt unprecedented fear.

"You... who are you? Why do you have such supernatural powers?"

Manxuan's voice was trembling, he looked at Ye Chunyang in horror, respecting him like a god.

Ye Chunyang glanced at Man Xuan, his face expressionless.

"You go too."

After uttering a few words coldly, Ye Chunyang sent a divine thought to Ye Xiaobao, and the Buddhist radiance of the Golden Sanskrit Lotus suddenly rose, and the golden Sanskrit brilliance enveloped Manxuan's body.

(End of this chapter)