A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 364 Excalibur Taiyi reveals its sharpness
People from the world of cultivating immortals besieged the Nascent Soul's personal transmission of the divine sword Taiyi Dao.

Not only Lu Ping and the others were burning with anxiety, but even the young man in gray was slightly taken aback, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A group of people left the sea of ​​gray mist and went to Xiaoyao Town without hesitation.

Xiaoyao Town.

A bustling town on the edge of the gray mist sea.

Adjacent to one of the largest forbidden places in the world of cultivating immortals, this is a natural distribution center and transfer station. Many adventurers, mercenaries, rangers, and rangers who want to explore the gray mist have always gathered here.

It is rumored that dozens of Nascent Soul Great Cultivators gathered here during the peak period, and more than ten Nascent Soul True Monarchs often came and went here in normal times.

Recently, due to the discovery of the ancient ruins, many monks flocked in.

Xiaoyao Town was overcrowded immediately, even if the sea of ​​gray fog changed, it did not dampen their enthusiasm.

Everyone came from all corners of the country, and all of them were ruthless people who came out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Some of them are desperadoes who lick blood at the edge of their swords. In order to fight for the illusory opportunities, some are spies from big sects and powerful forces here to collect information, and some are unwilling and strong.

This is the world of adventurers, where dragons and snakes are mixed, grass and grass are gathered, and it has its own rules of survival.

Even the rules of the Nine Great Immortal Sects don't work well here.

However, at this time, these ferocious people who are usually rebellious and do not even pay attention to the Nine Great Immortals are in a cloud of smoke and dust, staring blankly at the devastated ruins in front of them, each of them is stiff. , his face was trembling.

Before their eyes, the formerly prosperous Xiaoyao Town had already been razed to the ground.

In the sky, the boundless magical sword lights bloom like fireworks.

Brilliant light illuminated their stiff faces.

The coercion that swept across the world turned into a powerful wind and whizzed past them, like a piercing steel knife across the skin, making people feel a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

A group of mercenaries, rangers, adventurers, and scouts from various forces trembled with trembling hands and feet, and their eyes were a little dazed.

Not long ago, they were chatting, spanking and bragging, going their separate ways.

But suddenly a chaotic and misty clear light descended from the sky, and that bright and dazzling light illuminated the entire Xiaoyao Town.

At that moment, everyone in Xiaoyao Town felt a devastating aura.

The expressions of the monks above Yuanying changed drastically.

They felt the approach of death, and it was the Yuanshen Shenjun who made the move, and at least the old-fashioned Shenjun above the middle stage of the Yuanshen launched a surprise attack.

"Have those powerful forces made up their minds to eradicate Xiaoyao Town?"

Just when a group of strong men were ashamed and desperate.

Keng!
Suddenly, a clear sword cry resounded over the entire Xiaoyao Town, and an incomparably bright sword light shot up from the town, breaking through the darkness like the light of dawn in the morning, splitting the clear light in the blink of an eye, and heading towards the far-reaching The sky shot straight away.

Immediately, several majestic and astonishing auras descended, and countless corpses of monks, with stiff bodies and gray mist dancing in their eyes, appeared from nowhere and swarmed in.

Then, countless sword lights rose from Xiaoyao Town, forming a torrent of swords like a hurricane, colliding with those sudden monsters.

Amidst the whistling sound of the tide, large expanses of soil and buildings were blown away by the piercing sword energy, turned into dust in the air, rushed to the sky, and turned into long-lasting clouds under the pale gray sky.

A series of fierce sword energy across the sky, the whole world seems to have become countless galloping lines, running endlessly like a waterfall.

When they came back to their senses, Xiaoyao Town had disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be turned into floating sand and gravel, which scattered into the air one after another.

They stared blankly at the corpses of the monks pouring in like a tide, and the majestic figures in the sky, all of them were dumbfounded.

My brain turned into an elm lump, and I couldn't turn around.

"What happened? Why are the primordial gods and these gray-eyed monsters together? Are they also possessed by demons?"

Looking at the black corpses gathered like waves, and the aura of each of those corpses surging like waves.

All the surviving monks gasped.

"Golden elixir, Yuanying, the weakest of these monsters are Jindan, most of them are Yuanying..."

"There is also Yuanshen Shenjun..."

Someone pointed at the group of corpses and suddenly let out a scream.

I saw a figure suddenly appeared among the mountain-like sea of ​​corpse monsters, standing out from a crowd like a chicken, and there was no monster within a few feet around him.

He is like a lion king patrolling his territory, exuding an extremely powerful aura around him, making people feel suffocated from afar.

This is like a signal. Gradually, there are more and more such primordial monsters.

Moreover, each of these primordial spirit monsters is full of blood mist, obviously after countless times of biting and killing, the lingering evil spirit turned into bloody light visible to the naked eye, like flames burning around them, and the gray eyes glowed. With a strange red light, like a god of killing coming out of hell, he rushed towards the monk among the monsters.

They even saw many familiar faces in it, all of them are well-known primordial gods and gods in the world of cultivating immortals.

Even the rebellious desperadoes can't help but stand on end when they see those aloof primordial gods turning into such monsters.

"One, two, three, four,...eighteen..."

At the end of the count, the voices of these monks trembled.

His lips were trembling, his body was swaying, and even the legs of the monk Nascent Soul were weakening.

"My God, what happened here? Could it be that all the high-level monsters in Canghui Wuhai are running?"

Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.

Facing this turbulent tide-like monster, many people's hearts trembled.

"Could it be that I, Tu Kun, will die here today?" Someone's face was ashen.

"Mother, forgive me for not being able to be filial in front of you." Some people were desperate and cried bitterly.

What's more, he lost his sense of humanity, broke down emotionally, and rushed directly into the group of monsters, trying to break out of the encirclement, but was soon torn apart by the countless monsters.

Just when they gave up completely in their hearts, closed their eyes and waited for death.

It quickly became apparent that something was not right.

In front of those terrifying monsters, one after another figure shuttled back and forth, the sword energy in his hand roared through the air, and a bright sword light gushed out from the edge of the sword, beheading those monsters one by one like chopping melons and vegetables.

"It's those sword cultivators!"

Many people present recognized that it was a group of sword cultivators who just came to Xiaoyao Town today.

At that time, it also attracted the attention of interested people.

Xiaoyao Town is full of fish and dragons. It is not surprising that there are sword cultivators, but a large number of sword cultivators have to be noticed.

Sword cultivator killing is synonymous with strength in any world.

Hearing a group of them calling "Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters", they thought it was some ignorant swordsmanship sect in the world of cultivating immortals, and they brought a group of disciples to Canghuiwuhai to practice.

At that time, many people had their thoughts, but before they acted, Xiaoyao Town suffered a catastrophe.

Looking at it right now, everyone's expressions changed drastically. All of them were above the Golden Core, and many of them were Nascent Soul Great Cultivators.

The faces of those forces who were about to make a move turned pale, and they secretly rejoiced in their hearts.

Under their gazes, a monster with perfect golden core suddenly rushed towards one of the golden core sword cultivators.

That sword cultivator seems to be the weakest of the group, only at the third level of Jindan.

Facing the attack of a monster that was much higher than him, the sword repairman was calm, and the long sword in his hand burst out with white cold air.

A cold light flickered, followed by a sharp tearing sound in the air.

Jin Dan Jianxiu and the monster's body crossed each other.

Behind him, the monster with perfect golden core stood still in place, motionless.

A thin line of blood appeared on his body, and the blood line quickly extended from his neck to his right hip bone, splitting his head in two.

Whoa!

The monster with perfect golden core was divided into two parts, and blood flowed from its internal organs, and was soon coaxed by a group of hungry monsters.

From the beginning to the end, the little sword cultivator at the early stage of Jindan didn't even look behind him, he swung the long sword in his hand, and with a urge of spiritual power, the sharp sword glow on the tip of the sword froze, and he moved to another battlefield again.

With a flash of sword light, the sword was raised and lowered, and another golden core monster was split in two.

Many monks in Xiaoyao Town couldn't help but swallowed their saliva, and they all sighed in surprise.

"What a sharp sword."

"So steady."

"So deep mana."

"This kind of swordsmanship can only be cultivated by those great schools of swordsmanship. Are they disciples of Chang Geng Sword School or Misty Sword School?" Some people wondered.

"It looks a bit unfamiliar, it should be from the other side of Zhou Shan." Someone hesitated.

However, soon everyone's attention was attracted by other battles.

That was another Golden Core Sword Cultivator, whose cultivation base was a little higher than the previous one, and had reached the middle stage of Golden Core.

At this time, what he was facing was a corpse monster in the Nascent Soul stage.

The corpse of the Nascent Soul rushed towards him, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Jindan cultivator let out a breath, gathered the spiritual power in his hand and slashed fiercely on the long sword.

A moon-white sword light flashed across everyone's eyes.

Everyone saw that the head of the Nascent Soul cultivator was chopped off from the body.

Afterwards, tens of thousands of shattered sword qi condensed into filaments, which suddenly exploded and twisted in the strong wind in mid-air.

In an instant, countless springs of sword energy strangled the entire body of the Nascent Soul monster.

Nascent Soul's body turned into a thick blood mist, dyeing the air bright blood red, and was soon blown away by the howling sword energy.

The monk's surroundings quickly recovered, and the wind passed without a trace. The battle at that moment just now was like a dream, as if it never happened.

Even those monsters didn't have time to come, and the Nascent Soul monster disappeared completely.

Just one second.

A gray-eyed monster in the early stage of the Nascent Soul disappeared into the world in such a dramatic way.

"This is... practicing sword to become silk?" The pupils of the surviving monks all shrank.

Practicing the sword into silk is one of the most ingenious skills of sword qi control by sword cultivators. It is necessary to control the sword qi to a fine-grained level before it is possible to turn the sword qi into silk and explode as a killer.

but……

"Isn't this kind of sword practice too powerful? How can you actually use the golden core to kill the Nascent Soul?" A group of monks were a little skeptical about life, "At this age? To this extent?"

"Such a mysterious sword technique, such a superb swordsmanship, are these people the arrogance of the Taibai Sword Sect?"

Someone shouted that they really couldn't think of any other force in the world of cultivating immortals that could cultivate such an imposing sword cultivator.

"But... I know a lot of the famous Jindan Tianjiao in the Taibai Sect. I haven't seen these people before."

Some people who are familiar with Taibai Jianzong said blankly looking at those unfamiliar faces.

"Could it be the Tianjiao of the sect secretly cultivated by the Taibai Sword Sect?"

But soon, they all shut their mouths.

Open your eyes wide and stare blankly in one direction.

Not far away, a Nascent Soul Sword Revised swung a sword at a monster in the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Roar!"

The primordial monster roared like a beast.

The blood all over his body burned like a flame, and the majestic coercion shook the sky.

The blood-stained hands were like a pair of iron tongs and grabbed Nascent Soul Jianxiu.

The gray mist glowing faintly with blood was jumping, as if it could tear him into pieces in the next second.

The terrifying power formed a strong wind visible to the naked eye, blowing on their faces.

Even at a distance, they both felt a tremor in their souls.

This is Yuanshen Shenjun.

Even if you die, other monks cannot compete with physical strength alone.

However, in their line of sight, they saw that Nascent Soul Sword Xiu raised his sword calmly and thrust forward violently.

On the body of his sword, there was a layer of mist that lingered endlessly on the long sword.

This mist seems to be composed of fine sword qi, surrounding the long sword and completely covering it.

Then the shattered sword energy spread out quickly, and disappeared into the sky in a flash.

in a blink.

Endless thin long lines densely cover the entire sky.

In their eyes, the Primordial Spirit monster was still rushing forward aggressively.

However, throughout the process, his hands, arms, legs, and feet were all separated from his torso.

Finally, a head also flew out.

Then, the scattered limbs and head seemed to be divided into pieces of flesh and blood by countless thin threads.

There was only one body left and it flew straight forward for a foot.

When it was about to land, it also turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator pulled lightly, and countless faint filaments were retracted from all directions, turning into mist on the long sword and disappearing.

Immediately, he stretched out his figure and faced another monster in the primordial spirit realm.

Only a group of people were left not far away, staring at the empty battlefield with their mouths wide open.

A Yuanshen monster was killed invisible by a Yuanying sword cultivator with just such a sword.

"This... is this the rumored sword silk formation?" Yuanying Daxiu from Xiaoyao Town stammered.

"It should be," another Nascent Soul cultivator also stared at the battlefield, dazed.

"Sword Qihua Formation can still be used like this?" the first Nascent Soul cultivator murmured inconceivably.

Sword silk formation is a higher level skill of practicing sword into silk. It is rumored that only the Yuanshen Jianxiu of the Taibai Sword Sect has ever done it in the entire world of cultivating immortals.

But any Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator in front of him can use it at will, and it seems that he has reached the state of being able to do whatever he wants and move freely.

When you wave your hand, there are endless sword threads, and the sword threads form an array, so that the sword array can be transformed into a sword move, and the sword is the terrifying effect of the sword array.

Seeing the figure wrestling among the corpse monsters to face the Yuanshen monster, several Yuanying monks in Xiaoyao Town looked at each other with wry smiles.

I feel like I have lived my age like a dog, "We are both Nascent Soul cultivators, why is there such a big gap?"

They couldn't help thinking helplessly.

What made them feel even more trembling was that there was more than one Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator like this, and even that Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator was not the best among this group of people.

Farther away, they could even see the terrifying scene of Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator fighting three primordial spirit monsters alone.

Although a corpse that has lost consciousness can only exert the physical power of the primordial spirit, it is probably only equivalent to the weakest primordial spirit monk.

But the Yuanshen is the Yuanshen, and even the Yuanshen monster is not something that the Yuanying monk can fight against.

However, in front of these sword cultivators, fighting across the ranks is as easy as eating and drinking.

"This is a bunch of perverts who came out of nowhere. Could it be that they are all sword geniuses who are rare in a thousand years?"

In front of these sword cultivators with superb sword skills, the sword cultivators they usually see in the world of cultivating immortals are like children playing house.

Even this group of desperadoes, who are used to seeing life and death, all looked shocked and bewildered.

They felt like country bumpkins watching the sky from a well, seeing what a sword cultivator was for the first time.

"This is by no means a disciple of the Taibai Sword Sect," someone shouted suddenly, and he realized it.

Others were also startled.

"Yeah, these dozens of sword cultivators are all masters of swordsmanship, and one is worth a hundred. If the Taibai Sword Sect had these disciples, they would have dominated the world of cultivating immortals long ago. What's the matter with the other eight great immortal sects?"

"But, they didn't come from Taibai Jianzong, where did they come from?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and the doubt and confusion in their eyes became more intense.

And above their heads, thunder roared, and a sea of ​​thunder spread.

In the sea of ​​thunder, from time to time, dragons and tigers roared, ghosts and wolves howled.

From time to time, a snow-white thunder light fell from above, and the thunder light landed and turned into countless sword qi, covering those endless monsters.

The sword energy dissipated, leaving only a big hole in the group of monsters, which could not be healed for a long time, and the bones of the monsters inside had long been gone.

A group of monks watched the terrifying scene, and then looked at the thick sea of ​​thunder above their heads, feeling a bone-chilling chill.

When Lu Ping and his party arrived, from all directions, there were countless corpses of monks with stiff expressions, coming from far to near, like a tide.

They were dripping with blood, and their bodies were broken, like wild beasts with bloody eyes. From the sea of ​​gray mist and the depths of the world of cultivating immortals, they were mighty, like a gathering of demons.

Among them are some monsters in the Yuanshen Realm, bloody and evil, so many monsters gathered together, bloody and evil, forming a sea, as if shrouded in a huge red cloud, the evil that soared into the sky even distorted the air.

From a distance, it looks like a washed and rotten oil painting, with snow-white rays of light blooming from time to time, like white flowers blooming continuously, piercing the red oil painting full of holes.

That was the disciple of the Excalibur Taiyi Dao fighting hard.

And in the high sky where the evil spirit was soaring into the sky, there were several figures standing against the wind, with their backs against the sea of ​​thunder, looking down at the entire battlefield.

Whenever it is found that the disciples with the divine sword Taiyi Dao are trapped, a bright sword light cuts through the world, and the sword energy shines like thunder like the sea, covering the monsters like a punishment from heaven, and killing them all.

Seeing Lu Ping and the others coming, an elegant and pleasant voice came, "Junior Brother Lu, Junior Sister Yu, you are here."

Immediately afterwards, a female sword cultivator flew in the air from among the group of people, her moon-white robe fluttered like a quiet orchid blooming in the wind.

"Senior Sister Chu!"

Lu Ping and the others showed expressions of surprise.

There was a slight sigh of relief on his face.

That Senior Sister Chu landed in the sky, surrounded by a faint white mist, her complexion was white and crystal clear, and her beautiful face was almost unreal, like an exiled fairy in the dust, without any flaws.

Lu Ping said to Bai Lu, "Fellow Daoist Bai, this is our Wan Jianfeng's Nascent Soul Biography, Chu Qingci, Senior Sister Chu, with them here, we can finally be safe."

Lu Pingyu was excited, and at the same time, he practiced Taoism towards the female sword, "Senior Sister Chu, this is Fellow Bai Daoist of Shengdaomen. If it weren't for her, we might still be trapped in the sea of ​​gray mist."

"Huh? You are also from the Holy Tao Sect?"

At this time, a monk following the female sword repair said in surprise.

"What? There are also members of the Holy Daoist sect here?"

"Not bad." The man said.

"That's great, Fellow Daoist Bai, you don't need to find your fellow disciples anymore."

Lu Ping and the others looked at the girl happily.

(End of this chapter)