Mortal Bones

Even if it were placed on the battlefield of the Heavenly Demons, the loss of ninety sword cultivators at once would be a huge loss.

But the problem is that if you really encounter a demon cultivator like Li Yezhu, you have to make this choice.

"I thought that Senior Dao Nu's sword would make Li Yezhu's injury a little worse, but now it seems that at most it can destroy Li Yezhu's eleven or twelve substitutes. Xu Taiping will probably have a hard fight next."

The old palace master murmured in a serious tone.

There are still seventeen or eighteen substitute puppets left for Li Yezhu. Xu Taiping will have to fight him for at least two or three rounds. During this process, if he fails to resist Li Yezhu's offensive, the situation will be reversed instantly.

"This battle seems to be a back-and-forth, but in fact it is entirely the credit of Senior Dao Nu. It is because of him, the protector, that Li Yezhu is willing to fight with Xu Taiping like this."

Yun Shiliu nodded.

"Boom!..."

Just when the two thought that the sword slave's sword power had gone and could no longer threaten Li Yezhu, an empty boat was suddenly driven out of the gate by the waves.

Along with the boat, there appeared a group of skeletons following in the water behind it. These skeletons kept struggling in the water to try to climb onto the boat, but every time they were about to climb up, they would be blown away by the waves.

"Is this the ferry that leads ghosts to hell in the legend?!"

After seeing the mysterious runes engraved on the boat, Yun Shiliu's beautiful eyes widened and she said in astonishment.

Although it was the first time she saw the second style of the killing knife, the ferry god, she had heard of this ancient legend that led ghosts across the underworld and into the underworld.

According to the legend, once this boat appeared in the river, any ship passing by its side would have its crew members die suddenly.

Even in the ancient times when gods were everywhere, once this Yellow Springs Ferry appeared, there would still be corpses everywhere. Even some gods with weak strength could only board the boat obediently.

"So this is what the word "crossing" in the God-crossing style of the Killing Sword means. It's no wonder that this sword slave dared to say that he could cross gods and demons when he met gods..."

The old palace master of the Three Emperors Dao Palace was also stunned.

Because even he had only heard of the "crossing god" style of the Killing Sword, and never thought that it could actually summon the legendary Yellow Springs Ferry.

"However, the aura of this ferry is not strong. It is very likely that it is just a phantom left in the world by the ancient boat, and it is not complete. Otherwise, let alone those people in the Xuanhuang Tower, I am afraid that even those of us who are watching the battle will be affected by it."

Yun Shiliu thought for a while, then stared at the spiritual mirror in front of him and said without blinking.

"That's true." The old palace master nodded. "The cultivation of the sword slave was suppressed by the Xuanhuang Tower. The ferry boat he summoned should only be able to ferry those cultivators and monsters whose strength is equivalent to that of the transformation realm or below."

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

As the two were talking, with the appearance of the Huangquan ferry boat, the life-saving clones that Li Yezhu hid in the army began to explode one after another.

In a short moment, Li Yezhu lost six clones again.

Seeing that the Huangquan ferry boat was getting closer and closer to him, Li Yezhu, who had always been calm, also showed a panic on his face.

"Bang, bang!"

With two more sharp explosions, Li Yezhu's life-saving clones were only ten left.

At this time, the distance between the quaint little boat and Li Yezhu was less than ten feet.

As if it was instinct, Li Yezhu's aura surged, and the spider demon above his head, transformed by the fighting spirit, wrapped a circle of spider silk around him, as if to isolate him from the world.

"This is the Xuanhuang Tower. Although I may not die after boarding the boat, I always feel that something will be taken away by this boat."

As the Huangquan ferry got closer and closer, Li Yezhu's bad thoughts became stronger and stronger.

"Bang!"

At this time, in the corpse ghost army formation below, another of Li Yezhu's life-saving clones exploded into a ball of minced meat.

"Only nine life-saving clones are left."

Li Yezhu frowned and began to consider in his mind whether to directly withdraw from the Xuanhuang Tower to preserve his strength or take a gamble.

"Although the knife slave is strong, his knife should not be so strong because of the restrictions on his cultivation and his identity as a protector by the Xuanhuang Tower."

Li Yezhu frowned and finally made a decision - take a gamble.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The next moment he made the decision, the distance between the Yellow Springs Ferry and him suddenly shortened by two or three feet, and at the same time, four of the nine remaining puppets were gone.

Li Yezhu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his hand holding the knife became tighter.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

As three more explosions sounded, only the last two of Li Yezhu's puppet clones were left.

This time, no matter how determined Li Yezhu was, he was still shaken.

"Retreat..."

Finally, he decided not to gamble, after all, this was the Yellow Springs Ferry, an existence that even the Nine Abyss Demon God had to be wary of.

"Boom!..."

But just as Li Yezhu was about to give up the capital behind him and exit the Xuanhuang Tower, the Yellow Springs Ferry in front of him, as well as the mighty waves of sword energy, disappeared in a deafening explosion.

"Sure enough, your sword slave is also trying to hold on!"

After confirming that the sword slave's sword power was exhausted, Li Yezhu's gloomy face suddenly revealed a cold smile.

"This sword didn't kill me. Then my next sword will not only expel you, Xu Taiping, from the Xuanhuang Tower, but also cut off your path to sword cultivation!"

Li Yezhu raised his head and looked at Xu Taiping, who was standing behind Dao Slave, with a cold light shining in his eyes.

…

"It's a pity that only two substitute clones were needed to drive this Li Yezhu out of Xuanhuang Tower, or even seriously injured him."

In the Three Emperors Dao Palace, Yun Shiliu said with regret.

"Li Yezhu's demonic power can be restored with the help of the military formation's fighting spirit, and he has two substitute clones. If he draws a sword next, even if Xu Taiping takes it, he can still use the substitute clone to block the sword. Senior Nu's sword force continued to strike at Xu Taiping."

The old palace master looked at the spiritual mirror in front of him and murmured.

"Li Yezhu, since there is a substitute puppet clone here, why didn't you use it at the beginning?"

Yun Shiliu said curiously.

"To create a substitute clone, you need enough fighting spirit and time. Li Yezhu can't use it from the beginning."

The old palace master explained.

Yun Shiliu nodded, relieved, but looked at Xu Taiping with a look of deep worry.

"Old Palace Master, what do you think Xu Taiping's chances of winning are?"

Yun Shiliu couldn't help but ask again.

The old palace master thought for a while, and then said with a solemn expression:

"Unless he can use the killing sword to cross the gods next and summon the underworld ferry, the chance of winning is less than 20%."

Hearing this, Yun Shiliu's eyes suddenly dimmed, and then he shook his head helplessly and said:

"This is impossible."

…

"Xu Taiping!"

However, compared to Yun Shiliu and the others who were watching the battle in front of the spiritual mirror, the sword slave whose sword was broken did not show any worry or nervousness.

"Senior Sword Slave."

Xu Taiping flew down to Dao Nu's side.

Dao Nu glanced at Xu Taiping, then turned to look at Li Yezhu, who was using the fighting spirit of the military formation to regain his strength, and then asked Xu Taiping with a smile:

"Did you see clearly the move just now?"

"I see clearly." Xu Taiping nodded.

"How much have you learned?" The sword slave asked again.

"Sixty...seventy percent!" Xu Taiping thought about it seriously and then said with great certainty.

Hearing this, Dao Nu raised the corners of his mouth immediately, then patted Xu Taiping on the shoulder and said:

"In this case, I won't take action anymore. You go kill that Li Yezhu and destroy this stinky Guifang Capital City."