magic door player

Chapter 54 Ancient Ruins
The female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect asks herself that her cultivation is not bad, and she is even more proficient in attacking techniques. She has killed countless monsters in the Dao Foundation realm in the open sea, and she has honed her amazing sword skills.

but.

When she saw that the other party killed the monk of Tianhaizong with a sword in the blink of an eye, she extinguished her fighting spirit.

Life is important!

This is definitely a demon seed trained by a certain demon giant.

If not, who could use the fifth level of the Dao foundation to kill the eighth level of the Dao foundation Tianhaizong monk who is famous for his powerful mana? !

The ancient secret realm has always been a place where various factions fight bloody battles.

Especially the demon cultivators who uphold the law of the jungle will not make any sense at all.

Just one word, kill!

Orthodox monks will not be soft when they meet demon monks.

As for the orthodox monks, it seems to be a little bit better, and they will not fight and kill as soon as they come up.

The Hehuan Sect and the Mofu Sect have been at odds for thousands of years, and there is absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.

So when she saw that her opponent was strong, she ran away without hesitation.

During the flight, a dozen or so familiar auras suddenly appeared in front of him, and they were all monks of the Hehuan Sect.

The female cultivator was overjoyed at once, she lost her light and flew towards the same sect of the sect.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides continued to increase, there were only more than ten miles left.

The monks of the Demon Talisman Sect were still chasing after him.

The female cultivator gritted her teeth and frantically urged her mana to speed up her escape.

"Sisters, the stinky man from the Demon Talisman Sect is going to kill me, hurry up..."

Before the words were finished, a flash of brilliant sword light instantly cut the female cultivator into two pieces!
"Bold!"

"seek death!"

"I dare..."

On the opposite side, more than a dozen gorgeous female cultivators shouted and cursed coquettishly, and rushed towards Pang Yue aggressively.

Before anyone arrived, all kinds of spiritual attacks flooded in.

Pang Yue was like a phantom, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by various auras.

He erected the bridge, looked at a group of Daoist nuns of the Albizia Sect, and sighed softly: "If you can't even break my Naihe Bridge, your death is not an injustice."

After all, one hand!
Seven red gold talisman swords flew out, each splitting into seven sword lights.

49 sword lights containing boundless killing intent are intertwined into a sword array with a slight turn!
Like a long whale absorbing water, the aura of heaven and earth within a hundred miles was instantly swallowed up by the sword array.

The sword formation suddenly expanded, covering more than a dozen female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect.

Within a few breaths, screams and begging for mercy came from the sword array.

Several magic weapons exploded in the sword formation, trying to break through the sword formation and escape.

Seeing the sword array shaking and twisting, but still tenaciously maintaining its operation, the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

The breath stopped abruptly.

the end.

The sword formation clanged and dispersed slowly.

Pang Yue turned his head to look at the void next to him, and shouted, "Fellow Daoist has been watching for so long, why don't you come out?"

clap clap clap!
First there was a burst of applause in the void.

Then a young man dressed as a Confucian scholar appeared with a smile.

"Dao friendly swordsmanship!"

"Xuanji Island Linghuming has met fellow Taoist."

The young man said and bowed to Pang Yue.

An invisible and formless strange force descended from the sky and landed on Pang Yue.

"Ok?"

Pang Yue was startled, and felt something strange behind him.

He turned around and saw a blood-colored halo appeared behind him at some point, and there were vague figures inside. It was the dozen or so monks he had beheaded just now.

He frowned, and secretly cast several spells to crack it, but none of them worked.

"Mystery Island, good spell!"

He couldn't help baring his teeth and grinning, a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

This Linghu Ming really has bad intentions, so not only can he not hide his body.

If you meet other monks, you can see the monks he beheaded at a glance!
Especially Tianhaizong and Hehuanzong... the grievances and hatreds are clear at a glance.

Linghuming smiled, and said: "A small gift is not a respect. Although a fellow Taoist is only at the fifth level of the Dao Foundation, but among the fourth levels of Tiandi Xuanhuang, he can barely enter the Earth level. The future is limitless!"

"So Linghu Ming can only use some means to create some troubles for the fellow daoist... If you can kill the fellow daoist, that would be even better!"

He looked at Pang Yue with a smile on his face.

"You are dead, I hope you can live until I find your real body."

Pang Yue said lightly.

Linghu Ming's face moved slightly, and he restrained his smile: "You can see this?"

The reason why Pang Yue didn't make a move for so long was that he could see with Wuming Pupil Technique that Linghu Ming in front of him was just a mysterious and abnormal clone puppet.

He followed a group of female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect, and he didn't know what they were up to.

It wasn't until Pang Yue found out that he showed up.

Pang Yue sneered and slapped out his palm.

Linghu Ming's body instantly shattered into countless colorful butterflies, and was then burned to the ground by a quiet and quiet fire.

On the snow-capped mountains that are not far away.

Suddenly there was a low, painful moan.

"Senior Brother Linghu, are you alright?"

Top of Snow Mountain.

Two monks from Xuanji Island stood in front of a huge Ice Soul Snow Lotus, and one of them was Linghu Ming himself.

Hearing this, he shook his head, and said with a sullen expression: "The technique of the Demon Talisman Sect is really powerful, and it actually burned a part of my soul to death."

"Splitting the soul...could it be the true fire of Taiyin?"

Another monk said in surprise.

Linghuming nodded: "That's right, that man is only at the fifth level of the Dao Foundation, but he is proficient in swordsmanship. When it comes to attacking techniques, he is not under the true disciple. I didn't expect that he was still carrying the Taiyin True Fire. I underestimated him." he!"

"Since that's the case, when we finish the task, we will do him together."

"Don't worry, he has been hit by my blood demon secret technique. I don't need to take action. Pang Zeyao of Tianhaizong and Yuan Ziyi of Hehuanzong will trouble him first."

Linghu Ming smiled coldly.

……

In the sky.

Pang Yue held the Xiantian Wuji Monument in his hand, carefully deduced the bloody light wheel behind him, and came to a conclusion after a while.

Ten days later, the light wheel disappeared by itself.

But during this period, there is no way to cover up the vision.

In this world, there are thousands of attainments and all kinds of spells, and there is always another way to find them.

Pang Yue simply ignored it, anyway, in this remote ancient secret realm, no matter what sect of monks they were, they would always fight when they met.

He pushed the Naihe Bridge and started on his way again.

……

a day later.

On a vast flat ice sheet.

Standing in the snow, Pang Yue looked down from a high altitude, as small as a sesame seed.

His eyes flashed with inspiration, quietly looking at the ground, scanning back and forth.

No heels.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee and slammed his fist on the ground.

boom!
The flames rolled!

Within a radius of a hundred miles, the thick snow suddenly boiled and gasified, exposing the dark brown ground.

A huge crack opened in the ground, and Pang Yue moved into it.

Not long after he left, there was a flash of spiritual light in the distant sky, and two Daoist monks wearing platinum battle armor roared over and stopped above the crack.

The two monks stared at the crack, feeling it carefully, and a look of joy flashed in their eyes.

"It's an ancient ruin... What an amazing aura!"

"It seems that someone has made the first move..."

"Go, go in and see!"

The two of them flickered and flew into it without hesitation.

Soon.

A few streamers of light streaked across the sky...

(End of this chapter)