Chapter 113 Tianfeng sacrifices blood, the ghostly Shura's
Haoran Divine Sword reaches the sky and the earth, the hundred-foot-long sword's Haoran Tiangang Qi is turbulent, and the surrounding ghost Qi disappears.
Three figures in a row appeared next to the huge divine sword. Tang Mufeng was one of them, and he was also the youngest.
The explosion of Haoran Tiangang made the divine sword more solid and rushed towards the Netherworld Blood Locust Tree in the center of the ghost domain.
The sharp edge was revealed, and even many cultivators outside Liangcheng who were watching the battle felt their skin sting at this moment, as if they were being targeted by the sword.
Many of the weak ones even retreated to keep their bodies unaffected.
Everyone's eyes were burning, looking at the blood-red branches sticking out of the Netherworld Blood Locust Tree.
Like tentacles, the blood-red branches seemed to have no limit to their growth. They extended out from the ghost realm, carrying an unrivaled sinister aura, trying to stop the awe-inspiring Tianfeng Divine Sword before it landed.
In front of everyone's attention, the blood-red branch pierced the void and hit the tip of the divine sword, and both sides suddenly burst into dazzling light.
In an instant, even the brilliance of the sun was covered up. Countless rays of tiny sword light shot out in all directions. The ghost energy was overwhelming and suddenly exploded in mid-air.
Sword light and ghost energy entangled in the sky, and the impact from both sides turned the two buildings directly below into ruins. More than a dozen tall buildings in the distance were also damaged and crumbling.
Tang Mufeng and three other powerful Confucian men flew out at this moment, their faces as pale as paper, and blood spilled into the sky.
The ghost realm fluctuated endlessly, and all the blood-red branches shattered into pieces, turning into pieces of blood-colored snowflakes and falling on Liangcheng.
In the violent explosion, the sound of Buddhism and Taoism stagnated for a few breaths, and then gradually returned to normal. It still continued, exuding the power of Taoism and Buddhism, suppressing it towards the ghost realm.
"The holy edge will determine the future."
At this time, a deep shout came from the Confucian old man who had taken action with Tang Mufeng before.
I saw the Haoran Tiangang suddenly skyrocketing, the Haoran Divine Sword that was on the verge of collapse regrouped, and even the thousands of sword lights in the ghost realm below erupted again, the Haoran Tianfeng Sword Formation stabilized again, suppressing the overwhelming ghost energy.
Tang Mufeng and another Confucian master did not dare to neglect. They held their swords and mobilized Haoran Tiangang for assistance. The three of them worked together, and the Haoran Divine Sword, which was suddenly a size smaller, fell suddenly under the blessing of the formation.
"Crash..."
sounded like the sound of wind blowing leaves, and the blood-red snowflakes fell into the ghost realm, erupting with a murderous aura that horrified everyone. A wisp of ghostly aura quietly rose in the center of the ghost realm, blending into the ghost blood. Among the locust trees.
The huge Haoran Divine Sword collided head-on with the ghost realm with its supreme sword intent.
The ghost realm was shattered, and the light of the divine sword was wiped out.
The extremely powerful shock wave spread rapidly in all directions, and all the practitioners looked horrified and retreated again.
"Boss..." Inside the store, Lan Ning's face turned pale as she looked at the impact coming like a huge tsunami, which was about to turn half of Liang City into ruins.
"Don't worry."
Song Yu's calm voice came, and several people looked curiously, only to find that the shock wave quietly dissipated when it was within three kilometers of the store, and was dispersed silently.
Qi Hongye looked at the sword light in the sky with shock on his face.
The Divine Sword had been completely shattered. Only the sword formation was barely able to remain intact because it was connected to the earth's energy. However, it lost its previous power. The ghost realm was completely shattered and could no longer be condensed.
The two sides were evenly matched in one blow, and both sides suffered losses in the fight.
"Roar..."
An unwilling roar came, and a huge ghost figure rose up next to the Netherworld Blood Locust Tree and floated in the air.
The Netherworld Blood Sophora seemed to be mobilized by it, trembling slightly, with streaks of Netherworld Qi being absorbed by it.
The blurry figure of the ghost began to solidify and turned into a tall human figure like Shura, with two horns on the top of his head as scarlet as blood, holding a long halberd.
His behavior seemed to stimulate the Netherworld Blood Locust Tree, causing it to suddenly grow several meters more, forming a vague link between the two parties.
"Roar..."
The ghost's voice shook the sky, competing with the voices of Taoism and Buddha.
On the ferocious face, the giant mouth roared again.
The expressions of Tang Mufeng and the other three people changed slightly, and they moved almost simultaneously, biting the tip of their tongues, spurting blood and blood, and spoke in unison.
"Tianfeng sacrifices blood to suppress ghosts and eliminate evil."
Three voices, either clear or old, made everyone look expectant in their eyes.
This huge ghost figure is like Shura coming to the world. At this moment, the aura is soaring. It is no longer comparable to ordinary evil spirits. If it can successfully break through the sword formation, I am afraid that Liangcheng will completely sink and turn into a ghostland forever.
The awe-inspiring Tiangang reaches straight into the sky. The three of them work together and the sword light condenses. The entire Liangcheng seems to have awe-inspiring energy rising from every corner.
One after another, divine swords, one thousand, two thousand...
a total of 30,000 swords, condensed around the three people, forming a huge sword formation.
"Destroy evil..."
The three of them said in unison, and the sword array suddenly moved and suppressed the ghost Shura.
The sword light crisscrossed the main formation of Haoran Tiangang. With an unstoppable momentum, ten thousand swords shrouded the ghost Shura, completely denying it any way to survive.
"Is it going to end?"
Someone among the many cultivators in the distance asked softly.
The tense atmosphere seemed to be relieved, and everyone's mood rose.
"It should be almost over."
"Tianfeng Blood Sacrifice is the strongest form of the sword formation. If this formation cannot kill the opponent, I will be in danger today." "
No, look at the blood tree . , there are seven ghost figures in total."
Someone exclaimed, and everyone looked over there in horror.
A fierce ghostly Shura was already so terrifying. Seven of them formed a strange formation to welcome the sword formation in the sword formation. Tianfeng sacrificed blood.
Tang Mufeng and the other three discovered the variables earlier than anyone else.
But they had no reason to back down and could only do their best to preside over the sword formation.
Why is that ghost Shura holding a long halberd, like fighting against the sky, bombarding upwards?
The seven evil spirits seemed to be exerting force at the same time, and they were full of ghostly energy.
"Master Xu, please help me," Tang Mufeng shouted as he drew out his sword.
The other two people understood instantly and poured all their inner energy into Tang Mufeng's body.
The two divine weapons of Yao Ri and Lin Yue were trembling slightly, and they suddenly struck out. In the blink of an eye, they merged with the sword formation, and their momentum was greatly boosted.
"Broken..."
Tang Mufeng shouted angrily, with a determined expression on his face. He took the lead and followed the sword formation to attack the seven ghostly Shura figures below.
"Mu Feng..."
Headmaster Xu couldn't help but shout when he saw that Tang Mu Feng was not only activating the magic sword, but also integrating his own soul into it. A look of surprise flashed across his old face.
But it was too late to stop him at this moment. After a blink of an eye, the two sides collided.
The moment the sword array came into contact with the ghost Shura, it seemed as if the world was silent, and everyone looked at the intersection of the two sides in horror.
When the two sides collided, Tang Mufeng Yuanshen persisted for a few breaths and then was melted by the terrifying destructive power. The two divine weapons suddenly screamed, erupted with terrifying power, and led the sword formation straight towards the leader of the ghost Shura holding a halberd.
Poof...
the other party's ghostly aura dissipated, turning into ashes like a bubble.
One, two...
seven ghostly shadows dissipated in a row, and the sword formation hit the crown of the Netherworld Blood Locust Tree.
The branches and leaves flew and were swallowed by the sword light.
Only seven thick tree trunks were left with countless sword marks, and they were extremely strong.
When the sword formation flew out backwards with Master Xu and the other two holding Tang Mufeng's broken body, they persisted for a little while without anyone in charge of the formation, but eventually dispersed suddenly.
The Netherworld Blood Locust Tree's aura was extremely languid, and its branches were bare with only seven trunks.
But with the birth of the blood-red aura, seven ghostly shadows condensed and formed one by one on the trunk of the Netherworld Blood Locust Tree.
None of this was destroyed?
There was a look of despair in the eyes of all the combatants, and even the onlookers could not help but retreat in confusion.
After so many preparations and so many sacrifices, Tang Mufeng, a rising star in Confucianism who even had his soul wiped out, unexpectedly... failed?
(End of chapter)