Chapter 43: Yunmeng Mountain Forbidden Land "Ah? When did you get in?!" The two men's faces changed drastically and they retreated madly, especially the sloppy old man. While retreating, he did not forget to lift his red robe, and dozens of blue sword auras several feet long rushed out from his sleeves and stabbed towards Xuyang. But at this time, Xuyang was nowhere to be seen. "boom!" With a loud bang, Xuyang rushed forward with just one kick in the air and directly crossed the nearly ten-foot-long passage and came to the slightly smaller cave on the opposite side. At the same time, I finally saw the Spirit Eye Tree, which was wrapped in a layer of light golden light. It was a light green bluestone pillar as thick as an arm, bare without branches, and its bottom was as tangled as an old tree. It actually had the characteristics of both wood and stone. The clear and spiritual energy that was everywhere in this place was indeed emitted by it. There was actually a faint, materialized white mist of spiritual energy floating around it. This was the first time Xuyang had seen such visible spiritual energy. Next to the Spirit Eye Tree, there was a tall, red-faced old man wearing a simple Taoist robe and a small, emerald green hairpin on his head. He was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and was surrounded by two green ancient swords, one large and one small. The large one was three feet long and the small one was only three inches long. According to the layout of one positive and one odd, the small swords were on the defensive around his body, the tip of the big sword was pointed at Xuyang and swayed slightly, then disappeared from the spot. At the same time, faint green silks appeared out of thin air around him, emitting a sharp sword intent that made the entire cave become chilling! It turned out to be the sword-cultivating skill of turning sword into thread. At this moment, he was looking at Xuyang with murderous look on his face, ready to strike.
In addition to him, there were three Jindan stage cultivators, all standing behind a stone forest emitting faint waves of restriction. Each of them held a formation flag in their hands, staring at Xuyang nervously, and took out magical tools such as talismans and magic plates. Their lips moved non-stop, as if they were seeking help from the sect. Among the three, in addition to a bitter-faced old man dressed as an old farmer in linen clothes and hanging several rag bags, who is in the late Jindan stage, there is also a middle-aged man with pockmarked face carrying a sword on his back, and a pale-faced scholar, both of whom are only in the middle Jindan stage. Different from most high-level cultivators who usually store their magic weapons in their bodies for cultivation, this middle-aged man with a pockmarked face carrying a giant sword is obviously a cultivator from the Ancient Sword Sect. It seems that the Ancient Sword Sect is indeed dominant among the three sects of Yunmeng. At this moment, more than half of the six cultivators in the cave are their people. At this time, the entrance to this passage was blocked by Xuyang. The sloppy old man and young man outside hesitated for a while. After hesitation, they did not follow in, but summoned several magic weapons and flying swords and stood outside the passage to support. The few people who controlled the restrictions in the forbidden area were also afraid that closing the passage would provoke a desperate fight from the mysterious man in front of them, so after looking at each other, they all decided not to close the passage. "I need the trunk of the Spirit Eye Tree and a few spiritual roots. You can take them out by yourselves. It won't hurt the spiritual veins. This way, there will be no war and everyone will be happy. How do you think?" Although Xuyang knew the answer, he still asked calmly. "You're looking for death! The great elder of Taizhen Sect was not as arrogant as you when he broke into this place!" The red-faced old man laughed in anger, and quickly made hand gestures with his right hand. The green silk that was originally hidden around his body suddenly glowed with cold light, emerged, and rolled towards him like a tide. Xuyang raised his eyebrows and punched the green tide several times. Thunder and wind roared in the cave, and a violent gale blew. Most of the green silk was blown all over the place, but a small part still broke through and was about to fall on Xuyang. "Shield!" Xuyang shouted softly, and a round green mirror suddenly appeared above his head, which was originally empty. Under the green light, a slightly illusory phantom of a huge clam shell appeared in front of Xuyang and quickly solidified. The green silk continuously sank into the clam shell, but strangely, it did not make any sound. One could only see the illusory clam shell shaking violently, rippling layer by layer, and quickly becoming illusory. No wonder the three sects were able to keep their holy veins intact. Although the Du'e Treasure Mirror was cultivated in a very short time, it was made from several top-level materials and its power was not weaker than the top ancient treasures. At this moment, it seemed a little overwhelmed. This showed that the sword cultivator was very powerful and lived up to his reputation. At this time, within the 20,000-mile search range of the jade pendant, Nascent Soul cultivators gradually began to appear and began to approach at a very fast speed. Their numbers were constantly increasing. In the blink of an eye, five Nascent Soul cultivators had already arrived from three different directions and would arrive in less than half an hour at most. Xuyang frowned. Originally, he came to rob things, but his strength was not yet enough to dominate Tiannan, and he didn't want to be too ruthless. But now, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Xuyang's torso trembled, and purple light shone all over his body. Purple scales as big as gold ingots and coins appeared on the exposed skin of his palms and cheeks, and an aura like that of a wild beast emanated from him. Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were back to the time when they first entered the world of immortal cultivation and faced the terrifying feeling of the guardian beasts. This is the latest form of transformation that Xuyang has mastered after changing into his true form last time at the hands of the corpse goblin. It can take into account some of the advantages of both human form and true form.
"I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't want it!" After saying that, Xuyang disappeared from the spot, and appeared behind the red-faced old man with a loud bang. He opened his mouth and spit out a golden cone wrapped in purple flames! As the pointed cone spun at high speed, red and white flames quickly emerged, merging with the purple flames and quickly forming a three-color halo that appeared behind the old man in an instant. At this moment, the three-inch small sword that had been circling around the red-faced old man suddenly shone brightly, and with a "clang" sound, it swelled rapidly in size and turned into a giant green sword like a door panel, blocking the halo on its own! The old man's pupils shrank as he turned his back. He quickly made a hand gesture with his other hand and turned around, only to see a scene that made his eyes burst with blood. The giant spiritual sword shattered into pieces and melted away at the mere sight of it, with half of the sword body destroyed. "What kind of powerful magic weapon is this?" The blood-forged sword that had been refined for six hundred years was destroyed at the first sight. The old man's heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. His eyes widened and a stream of blood suddenly rushed to his mouth, but he forced himself to swallow it, and his face became even more blood red. In a flash, the old man hurriedly mobilized his magic power without sparing any vitality. The emerald green hairpin that was originally inserted in his head flashed and appeared in front of him, spinning around. Countless emerald green sword auras appeared and quickly gathered into a thick emerald green sword shield, which protected him firmly in front of him. Only then did the old man's black hair fall down. With his messy hair draped over his shoulders, he was panting rapidly and looked very embarrassed. But before he could recall the other sword that had turned into a thread and attacked, Xuyang rushed forward, swung his arms like phantoms, and punched the sword and shield dozens of times in a row. For a moment, a series of loud explosions echoed in the cave, with strong winds whistling and swords wailing! Thanks to Xiaoxiao Mengxi, Book Friend 20238703, Book Friend 20207914, Advent Space, Need an Encounter, Lintian, Book Friend 20232813-cC, ku, Book Friend 20213549, and Meet in This Life for their monthly ticket support~ 感谢三生三室、WWX91、她说二战炸黑的、浮沉万生、筱筱梦兮、不青衣、书友428883、2586、6174、2558、3933＿cD、5064、2653＿Da、4863Ba、荒古星城、小莩sama、曾经的感觉不在、磊成、琳天、秃头中年、核爆大肘子、弄杺完人、游走天下、海阔天空、ku、极乐童子仙人、@你671、不见灯火阑珊处、天内来客、此情不关、喂て妳矜持点，的推荐票支持~ (End of this chapter)