Mortal Bones

"Sure enough, young people are young people. When making decisions, they only rely on their whims and do not look at the long term."

In the Eight Scenery Dao Palace, Liu Qingyuan showed a proud smile after seeing Xu Taiping using the power of the Qinglong Order to improve Xia Qi and others' cultivation.

"Deputy Palace Master Liu, even if Xia Qi and others win today, I am afraid that they will attract criticism from the upper Qing practice community in the future."

Guang Yuanzi glanced at Liu Qingyuan with some dissatisfaction.

Although he advocated keeping the Blue Dragon Order in the hands of the Eight Views Dao Palace, he had not thought of using this method.

"Elder Guangyuan, as long as I, a disciple of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace, can finally lead the monks from the Five Directions Heaven and Earth to the twelfth floor of the Xuanhuang Tower with the Blue Dragon Token, no one will look back and care about how we obtained the Blue Dragon Token."

Liu Qingyuan looked at the shadow in front of him and said to Guang Yuanzi without looking back.

Guang Yuanzi chose to remain silent.

Liu Qingyuan is right, as long as the final result is good, no one will care about the process.

"Forget it, the Green Dragon Order will definitely be more useful in the hands of my Eight Scenery Dao Palace than in the hands of Xu Taiping. By then, there will definitely be many fewer monks killed or injured from climbing the tower."

Guang Yuanzi thought so in his heart.

"boom!……"

At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from the shadow in front of the two people.

After the scattered snowflakes dispersed, the two of them saw only a cloud of white smoke, which actually crashed into the Immortal Sinking Sword Formation.

The Immortal Trapping Sword Formation, which was originally only a hundred feet in diameter, was suddenly expanded to a thousand feet in diameter.

If the white smoke continues to collide like this, the Immortal Sword Formation will undoubtedly be broken.

Without the trapping sword formation, with Lao Yangui's terrifying ghost power, even if Xia Qi and others reached the peak of the ninth level, they would not be able to match him.

"Zheng!..."

At this moment, a sword sound suddenly exploded.

I saw Xia Qi, a disciple of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace, holding a flying sword in his hand. His body was like a sword that merged into one. It turned into a sword shadow of dozens of feet and fell through the clouds from above, stabbing straight at the old smoker below. .

"boom!"

Sensing the danger, the old smoker immediately recalled the white smoke that appeared all around and collided with the sword formation, turned into dozens of thick arms, and all clenched their fists to hit the sword shadow formed by Xia Qi.

"boom!"

Amidst the harsh collision, Xia Qi's sword power broke, but the fairy sword in his hand still pierced the cloud-like white smoke and appeared in front of the old smoker's forehead.

"Uh-huh!"

In the sound of breaking through the air, Xia Qi, whose arm was already bloody, stabbed the old smoker heavily on the brow with a sword.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, although the old smoker's head was not pierced by the sword, the huge power in Xia Qi's sword still shook his body backward and almost fell to the ground.

"Reform, quickly!"

Before the old smoker could stand still, Xia Qi used the counter-shock to retreat back while shouting at Huang Jinpeng in front of him.

"Got the order!"

Huang Jinpeng, who had been prepared for a long time, led a group of sword cultivators out of the air. After only a hundred feet away from the old smoker, all the sword cultivators grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and thrust it into the ground again.

"boom!--"

As more than a dozen flying swords were thrust into the ground, a pillar of sword energy with a diameter of a hundred feet, made up of pure sword auras, once again rose into the sky from under the old smoker's feet.

However, the moment the sword energy soared into the sky, the white smoke around the old smoker had already enveloped him like a layer of silkworm cocoon.

"boom!"

No matter how the violent sword energy invaded, the white cocoon transformed by the white smoke around the old smoker's body was not damaged at all.

Although the strength of Huang Jinpeng and others has been improved to the peak of this level, they are still a little inadequate in front of this old smoker.

"Senior Brother Xia, draw your sword!"

After seeing that the sword energy could not hurt the old smoker, several disciples from the Eight Scenery Dao Palace immediately crossed into the sword gang at the trapping sword above the sword formation, and at the same time shouted at Xia Qi who was controlling the trapping sword.

When Xia Qi heard the sound, he didn't hesitate anymore and directly stretched out his hand to hold the Sinking Immortal Sword formed by the spirit of the Sinking Immortal Sword Formation.

"boom!--"

The moment he grasped the Sinking Immortal Sword, all the sword gangs in the entire formation suddenly converged towards the Sinking Immortal Sword.

At this moment, Xia Qi's cultivation level has skyrocketed, and he can now control the Immortal Trap Sword freely, instead of just using one.

"At least I can hold the Immortal Trap Sword and attack for a while!"

Feeling the true energy filling his body, Xia Qi raised the corner of his mouth, then held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and with one sword carried the sword shadow transformed by the sword energy of the entire formation, he slashed towards the old smoker below.

"boom!--"

Amidst the deafening collision, the huge white cocoon transformed by the white smoke of the old smoker was actually split open by Xia Qi's sword.

The cloud-like white smoke suddenly exploded.

However, after being split open by a sword to protect the white cocoon around him, the old smoker did not panic. Instead, he lifted the cigarette rod and swept it hard. The white smoke quickly gathered in all directions and turned into seven or eight huge white figures blocking him. before.

"How dare you, a mere ghost, treat me as a fairy sword!"

Seeing this, Xia Qi shouted loudly, and then slashed with his sword.

"boom!……"

In the explosion, the seven or eight huge white figures in front of Old Smoker immediately exploded after blocking the sword for Old Smoker.

This time, there was nothing blocking the old smoker.

Seeing this situation, a look of excitement suddenly flashed across Xia Qi's eyes, and then he once again raised the Immortal Sinking Sword in his hand and shouted: "Old ghost, this sword will send you on your way!"

"boom!"

The power of this sword was astonishing. The white smoke mobilized by the old smoker was swept away in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Xia Qi was about to chop off the old smoker's head with a sword, he saw the old smoker who had already taken a deep breath with the cigarette rod in his hand, blew out a smoke ring, then opened his arms, grinned strangely and said:

"bring it on."

"Uh-huh!"

Almost at the same time, with a harsh sound piercing the air, the shadow of the fairy sword in Xia Qi's hand cut off the old smoker's neck.

And just when everyone thought that the old smoker had finally died under Xia Qi's sword, a dazzling sword light seemed to appear out of thin air and cut through Xia Qi's neck.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time, the heads of the old smoker and Xia Qi fell to the ground.

"How can it be?!"

The head fell off, but Xia Qi, whose consciousness was still intact, looked at the huge head of the old smoker facing him in disbelief.

The old smoker blinked twice, then said with a black grin:

"This is my ghost power. Anyone who hurts me will hurt himself!"

When he said this, the old smoker's headless body suddenly squatted down, fumbled to pick up the old smoker's head, and then pressed it on his head again.

At the same time, a wisp of white smoke wrapped around Xia Qi's head like a ribbon and tied it around the old smoker's waist.

The old smoker, who had reattached his head, stood up straight, and at the same time shook Xia Qi's head in his hand and said:

"Come, come, come! Come here and kill me!"

It was only at this moment that the disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace around him, as well as Huang Jinpeng and other sword cultivators, finally reacted.

The people in front of the spiritual mirror who saw this scene were also in an uproar.

Only Xu Taiping in the distance still looked relaxed.

I saw him holding his back with the breeze, resting his head on his hands, and murmuring leisurely:

"No wonder everyone likes to go to the theater. It doesn't matter if you feel proud of yourself. It's really good."

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"This kid...as expected, he knew in advance that this old smoker was a first-class ghost capable of exerting ghost power!"

In the Eight Scenery Dao Palace, Liu Qingyuan's face turned livid after seeing Xu Taiping's expression at this moment.

Guang Yuanzi on the side frowned and said nothing.

"boom!--"

In just a few breaths of time, the old smoker mobilized the white smoke in his cigarette rod and directly dispersed the trapping sword formation.

Without Xia Qi's formation, the Immortal Sword Formation would be vulnerable to a blow in front of the old smoker.

"Swish, swish, swish!..."

As soon as the Immortal Trapping Sword Formation was broken, the cloud-like white smoke immediately swept away in all directions.

In just a moment, the white smoke turned into sharp thorns, piercing the bodies of Huang Jinpeng and the sword cultivators.

Immediately, more than a dozen more wailing human heads appeared on the old smoker's waist.

"boom!"

The remaining disciples of the Eight Views Palace tried to escape, but just as they rose into the air with their swords, they were caught in the air by the huge palm shadow turned into white smoke. They fell to the ground seriously injured and could not move.

"Hey hey hey..."

The old smoker hung his cigarette rod and walked towards those people step by step with heavy steps.

Seeing that they were about to be like Xia Qi and the others, having their heads cut off by the old smoker, their souls trapped, and tortured forever, everyone panicked.

They are not afraid of dying in Xuanhuang Tower, but they are afraid that their souls will be tortured by ghost seals!

A female disciple from the Bajing Taoist Palace, her eyes fell on Xu Taiping in the distance, and she immediately shouted with a tearful voice:

"Taoist Master Taiping, help me, Taoist Master, help me!"

Hearing this, the other people also shouted:

"Taoist Master, you said you would not leave any of us behind in the Xuanhuang Tower!"

"Taoist, save me, Taoist!!"

In an instant, all the eyes in front of the spiritual mirror were focused on the small figure in the corner of the spiritual mirror.