Master’s plan to revitalize the beautiful girl demon cult

"It was before." He Youzhou said calmly, looking at his sword.

As soon as he finished speaking, the void around Venerable Wanxiang was cut open.

Venerable Wanxiang's body was also hit, and then deflated like a balloon.

But he was quickly inflated again like a balloon, and his whole body seemed intact.

The only change was that he changed from the look of a wolf-headed man back to his original weird look.

"We need people to eat, we need people to live in, and we need people to use things." He Youzhou said, "I don't want Wolf City to be destroyed. Is there anything difficult to understand?"

He is not the kind of immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world. If Wolf City is gone, the entire Tianyan Sect can only make a living by hunting.

There are also various useful things, and there is no place to buy them without Wolf City.

What's more important is that Tianyan Sect will repair the mountain gate in the future. Everyone is dead. Where can he find someone to help him repair the mountain gate.

There are still people who wonder why he doesn't want Wolf City to be destroyed?Really wise.

He Youzhou glanced at Venerable Wanxiang and felt that those who practice this kind of practice and forget where they come from in the end are fools.

But strong is still strong, and when it comes to his cultivation, he has nothing to say.

"It's really inconvenient to be in the foundation-building stage." Venerable Wanxiang misunderstood what He Youzhou meant.

He thought He Youzhou wanted to save Wolf City because his cultivation in the foundation-building period was incapable of fasting.

It's just that He Youzhou didn't bother to explain too much to Master Wanxiang.

Anyway, his murderous intention will not subside easily.

If the Wanxiang Venerable had not threatened himself with his disciples, then he would have something to say.

But now, there is nothing more to say. He has already made up his mind to solve the problems left over from the history of Tianyan Sect.

"But you think too highly of yourself, Mr. He." Venerable Wanxiang said, "If it were before, no one would have dared to say that I could beat you."

"But I am also in the integration stage now." He raised his hands under his long sleeves.

They were a pair of skinny hands with only a layer of skin left. There were many holes on them, and the bones inside could be seen.

Normally, such a body structure cannot move at all, but Master Wanxiang can rely on spiritual energy to move his decayed body.

After the Wanxiang Venerable created the unity of all forms, it was actually equivalent to becoming some kind of man-made disaster.

His personal will was almost completely lost under the malicious erosion of heaven, and now he himself doesn't know what he is.

After all, he went completely crazy when he faced a certain true immortal.

He only knows how to continuously let more people come into contact with the Oneness of All Things, and try his best to create the true Oneness of All Things.

After the Wanxiang Venerable raised his hands, the four directions of heaven and earth suddenly turned into a canvas.

And he and He Youzhou have become villains on the canvas.

He took a step forward and appeared in front of He Youzhou.

At the same time, his appearance keeps changing, making people wonder what he will turn into in the next second.

Before the Wanxiang Venerable approached, the sword spirit set up a spiritual shield around He Youzhou.

But in this world where everything has become a canvas, the aura shield that should have been hard to see turned into a circle of blue patterns.

Wanxiang Venerable grabbed it with his hand and tore up the pattern like paper.

It doesn't matter how powerful the aura shield is, because the paper can be torn off easily.

Mountains and seas are all things that can be torn into pieces.

The only thing he couldn't tear off was the iron sword.

If He Youzhou was no longer protected by this sword, it would still be just a matter of the hands of Venerable Wanxiang.

Venerable Wanxiang freed up his other hand and grabbed He Youzhou in the spiritual shield. "The foundation building stage is really weak."

"It doesn't make sense even if the sword in your hand is in the combined stage." He said.

If it is not your own cultivation, it is not your own after all.

Only the cultivation that is in one's own hands is absolutely real.

If He Youzhou was still the half-step Mahayana he had been before, the world of this canvas would not be able to help him at all.

"Huh?" Venerable Wanxiang tilted his head. His hand reached halfway, but he felt a strong sense of crisis.

The hand that was originally extending like a branch suddenly shortened and became like a chicken's claw.

"Qiang——" The moment he retracted his hand, a clear voice sounded in his ears.

The square world that had been transformed into a canvas was suddenly cut open with a huge opening, and the opening was where he had stretched out his hand just now.

But He Youzhou seemed to have never drawn a sword, and the sword in his hand was still held on one side.

Chapter 174: Chapter 1 What kind of cultivation level is required for the pendant?

Venerable Wanxiang looked at the sudden scratches and withdrew his hand.

The transformation of Sifang Tiandi into a canvas was not over yet, so he was particularly surprised by the scene of scratches on the paper appearing in mid-air.

Of course, it is not surprising that a monk who has reached the integration stage can do anything through his own understanding of the avenue.

Therefore, Venerable Wanxiang's surprise did not last long. The next second the scratches appeared, he once again grabbed He Youzhou.

But no matter how he attacks, He Youzhou can easily dodge without even using the spiritual shield.

Seeing that it was impossible for him to touch He Youzhou with his bare hands, Venerable Wanxiang turned his hand into a huge wing and flapped towards He Youzhou.

However, the scene of He Youzhou being photographed did not appear.

His hand, which turned into a wing, was cut off by a simple sword.

He Youzhou still stood where he was, looking at Master Wanxiang expressionlessly.

At first glance, the sword in his hand is still in its original position.

Venerable Wanxiang was sure that He Youzhou had drawn his sword, but the way the sword was held and its position really gave people the illusion that he had not moved it at all.

He looked at his broken wound without leaving a drop of blood and took a deep breath.

The wounds that could not be healed were instantly sealed by the long coat, and the faces of various people or animals could be vaguely seen on the long coat.

This long coat is just like the cloak of the cloaked man. It is the true body of the Wanxiang Venerable, and the dying body is just a skeleton.

As Venerable Wanxiang continues to practice, his human body has long been integrated into this piece of clothing and has become part of the material.

He is a ruthless person who can not only use other people as material, but also himself.

"Swordsmanship?" Venerable Wanxiang saw the problem clearly.

He Youzhou's cultivation level has indeed dropped to the level of the foundation building stage, but his understanding of the great road has never been reduced due to this.

As long as he is an expert in swordsmanship, then giving him a powerful sword will make him powerful.

Normally, a weak practitioner cannot control a powerful sword, but this does not apply to He Youzhou.

Just because this sword was fed by his own cultivation, if he couldn't use it himself, who else in the world could use it?

Venerable Wanxiang saw that the situation was not good, and his whole body began to stretch continuously.

Then he turned into a dragon in front of He Youzhou and opened his bloody mouth.

His appearance as a dragon is not just superficial, he has all the abilities of a dragon - for example, he can control the wind and rain.

There was a heavy downpour from the sky without warning, and every drop of rain was trying to dissolve the aura controlled by the sword spirit.

People within a hundred miles radius felt this heavy rain.

The manic weather with lightning and thunder makes people feel uneasy.

They didn't know that there were two monks in the integration stage fighting outside the walls of Wolf City. They only knew that the sky had changed.

Some animals were so frightened that they jumped out of the fence, as if trying to escape.

If it were a slightly stronger monk, he would naturally understand what was going on.

General Wolf, who returned to the front outside the Great Wall, sensed this terrifying battle and couldn't help but worry about the safety of Wolf City.

An all-out battle between Nascent Soul Stage monks can turn Wolf City upside down. If it were a more powerful monk, the consequences would be unimaginable.

General Wolf cannot return to Wolf City, and now he can only pray that this battle will not affect Wolf City.

Amidst the turmoil, He Youzhou's expression remained indifferent.

The rain was mixed with strong wind, which blew up He Youzhou's clothes.

To a monk like him who had been through the integration stage, this kind of scene was no big deal.

He casually smoothed his long hair and assumed a sword stance.

From the perspective of drawing the sword, this stance is full of mistakes and has no effect.

But this is true for mortal swordsmen without spiritual energy.

For swordsmen who can master spiritual energy, this posture is undoubtedly a way to accumulate strength.

Although not everyone understands the subtleties of this posture, as long as the practitioner is aware of the spiritual energy, he can clearly feel the surge of spiritual energy.

The turbulent waves were far more powerful than the violent storm.

Venerable Wanxiang rushed towards He Youzhou in the violent storm, but when he attacked, he also played a trick and stretched out an arm that was as twisted as a tree branch from the dragon's abdomen.

He Youzhou had no time to deal with the attack from his own dragon body, but he had no time to deal with this arm with the power of decay.

"Ho ho ho ho!!!!" The dragon's roar echoed through the sky, shocking people's hearts.

The fact that Venerable Wanxiang can transform into a dragon shows that he has even killed dragons.

The terrifying Wanxiang Unification allows Venerable Wanxiang, even as a monk who has just entered the integration stage, to be as powerful as other people who have been in the integration stage for many years.

However, he misjudged many things.

In the eyes of Lord Wanxiang, He Youzhou's practice of feeding his own cultivation into a sword was making himself weak.

"Sword Raising" will indeed make He Youzhou weaker.

But for a pendant, one's own cultivation level is not important at all.

"Buzz--" The sound of the iron sword in the rain drowned out the roar of the dragon in an instant.

In sword practice, he is much better than He Youzhou.

With the same half-step Mahayana, he can guarantee that this sword can defeat his former self.

The only certainty is that the cultivation of spiritual energy will take some time.

He only needs to know the way of the sword and sword moves. That's enough.

The iron sword split through the violent storm in front of He Youzhou and slashed straight at the Wanxiang Venerable.

The canvas-like world suddenly collapsed, as if a whole sheet of painting paper had been crumpled into a ball, revealing the originally normal world.

A stream of light passed by, passing through the gap in the bloody mouth of the Wanxiang Venerable.

Venerable Wanxiang was overjoyed and wanted to grab He Youzhou's body with the weird arms protruding from his abdomen.

But he lost consciousness halfway out of his arm.

Because this hand had long been shattered by the aftermath of the sword, it had not even touched He Youzhou.

What else did Master Wanxiang want to do, but in the next second he saw that his body was cut in half horizontally by the position of his mouth.

"Ah...ah..." In the weak cry, the spiritual energy of Wanxiang Venerable overflowed towards the heaven and earth like crazy.

He transformed from a dragon back into his original decayed body, lying on the ground breathing in agony.

The long coat slipped from the body of the Venerable Wanxiang, and he screamed like a living creature, "Ahhhhh...ah..."

He Youzhou's sword just now separated the main body of Wanxiang Venerable from the attached body.

Blood was slowly flowing out from the long clothes, staining the ground red.

The strange thing is that the only thing bleeding was the long clothes, and the rotten body still didn't shed a drop of blood.