"Hahaha, this Demonic Tone Bell is finally mine." Suddenly, a man in his forties or fifties appeared on the thorns in the center of the array. He was dressed in black and his face was covered in black stripes. He was excitedly holding the box that the young cultivator had thrown away.
"It's you!" Cultivator Lu, who was about to wake him up, looked up at the man in shock.
"You know him?" Yi Qing asked.
"He … he's the one who raised the price against me at the Precious Treasure Pavilion just now." The cultivator glanced at the black stripes on the man's face and shrank back. "I didn't expect him to be a Fiendish Cultivator."
"Hmph, brat!" The Fiendish Cultivator took out a bell-like Dharma artifact from the box and glared at the young cultivator. "This Demonic Tone Bell is a Fiendish Cultivator Dharma artifact. How dare a Qi Refinement brat like you fight with me for it."
"Nonsense, Dharma artifacts are not spirit artifacts. They don't need to recognize their owners. I was the one who bought it. "
"You can buy it, but you can't use it!" The Fiendish Cultivator waved his hand and a large patch of thorns swelled crazily again, whipping toward Yi Qing.
Yi Qing rushed directly into the patch of thorns and changed his sword technique. Suddenly, thousands of sword light swam among the green thorns as if they were alive. In less than a moment, the densely packed vines were all cut into small pieces and fell to the ground.
"You're a Golden Core cultivator!" The Fiendish Cultivator frowned, his face full of fear. He glared fiercely at Cultivator Lu, who was not far away. "Brat, I didn't expect you to hire a Golden Core cultivator to protect you. What a pity … "He quickly conjured a seal with his hand and laughed coldly." You've met me. You're destined to die here. "
The next moment, the array on the ground turned red. The thorns and vines that had been cut suddenly emitted a large amount of black Qi, covering the entire bamboo forest in an instant. A bone-chilling cold invaded the surroundings.
"It's Yin Qi!" Yi Qing tightened his grip on the sword in his hand and turned back to remind the cultivator, "Step back and seal your five senses to prevent the Yin Qi from entering your body."
Cultivator Lu hurriedly did as he was told. As he set up a simple defensive array, he reminded the woman beside him, "Fellow Daoist, hurry and enter the array. The Yin Qi is no small matter."
However … the only response he got was a series of snoring.
"…"
Still … still … still sleeping. Speaking of which, how on earth did she walk all the way here!
(A ° Д °) (A ° Д °)
The surroundings, which were filled with Yin Qi, had already darkened significantly. However, more thistles and thorns had sprouted madly from the center of the Fiendish Cultivator's formation. With the cover of the black Qi, the Fiendish Cultivator's attacks became even more ferocious. Yi Qing chopped down a few thorns, only to discover that the other party was heading straight for the two people behind him.
From the looks of it, this Devil Cultivator didn't just want to steal the treasure, he really wanted to kill the cultivator surnamed Lu. Yi Qing frowned. Without holding back, he mobilized all the Spirit Qi in his body. Changing his stance, the Sword Qi took shape. In an instant, dozens of swords condensed from Spiritual Qi appeared around him. They turned into thousands of sword lights and directly broke through the formation, cutting a large area of thorns together with the black Qi into pieces.
The array beneath his feet cracked and the fiendish cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Yi Qing in disbelief. "How is this possible? My Yin Gathering Array! You … You're a sword cultivator! "His cultivation was clearly above him, and with this formation, it was impossible for him to win. Unless the other party was a sword cultivator. Only a sword cultivator could challenge someone of a higher level.
Sword cultivators cultivated the Dao of the Sword. They focused on the sharp blade in their hands and the sword intent in their hearts. They did not rely on any spells or elixirs. They focused on cultivating themselves. That was why they were stronger than cultivators of the same level. That was why it was more than a hundred times harder to advance than other cultivators. It was so rare that he did not expect to bump into one. What's more, it was a Golden Core sword cultivator.
"Sword cultivator, Yi Qing," Yi Qing said.
"Yi Qing!" The other party was shocked again. As if recalling something, his face turned pale. "You, you … You're the sword cultivator who killed Rui Mi!" His expression changed. He could not care less about the other party's reply. He waved his palm forcefully and created a skull-like black Qi to attack Yi Qing. At the same time, he turned around and fled.
Yi Qing changed his sword technique and split the black Qi with his sword. The spirit swords around him flew out and chased after the fiendish cultivator. In an instant, a sword array was formed around the fiendish cultivator, trapping him in the middle.
The fiendish cultivator panicked. He tried desperately to break out of the sword array but to no avail. His face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood in it. He looked at Yi Qing in horror and hurriedly threw the Dharma artifact in his hand. "Give … give it to you! I don't want it. Anyway, you guys are fine. Spare me. I was just possessed for a moment. I won't dare to do it again. I beg you! "
"You're a fiendish cultivator." Yi Qing walked closer step by step. There was not a hint of emotion on his face. "It's not your first time killing people and robbing their treasures. If I let you go, wouldn't I be helping the evildoer? I can't spare you this time! "
With that said, he raised his sword. The surrounding sword light shone brightly and thousands of Sword Qi shot towards the array.
"No, no!" The fiendish cultivator screamed in horror. Just as he was about to be killed by the Sword Qi, there was a sudden ringing sound. The bell Dharma artifact that he had thrown out flew up and rushed directly towards Yi Qing's back.
"Dao Lord, be careful!" Cultivator Lu exclaimed.
Yi Qing's sword stopped. He reflexively turned around and slashed at the Dharma artifact. The fiendish cultivator in the array suddenly broke out of the array and hit his chest. Although he did not hit, he grabbed something.
Not good!
"Soul Devouring Gonfalon!"
"Hahahahaha …" The black Qi on the fiendish cultivator grew and he rushed out of the sword array. In his hand was the Soul Devouring Gonfalon. "I really got it without any effort."
The man laughed even more wildly. He looked excited. "I just wanted to snatch a small Dharma artifact. I didn't expect to see this gonfalon. You were stupid enough to bring it with you! Did you really think that this sword array could trap me?! "
He had done it on purpose. He pretended to be trapped by the sword array and threw the Demonic Tone Bell to attack him. His target was the Soul Devouring Gonfalon on him!
Yi Qing frowned. He had been too careless. Although the gonfalon had been sealed, it would still leak Ghost Qi. He had thought that with it, his Spirit Qi would be able to control the Ghost Qi on the gonfalon and prevent it from hurting others. But he had forgotten that no matter how weak the Ghost Qi was, ordinary cultivators would not be able to feel it. Fiendish cultivators could see it at a glance.
"Let go of the Soul Devouring Gonfalon!"
"Let go?" The fiendish cultivator laughed coldly. "Do you think I'm an idiot like Rui Mi! With such a treasure in hand, I can't believe I lost to you! So what if you're a sword cultivator. Today, I'm going to sacrifice you to the gonfalon! "With that said, he summoned a stream of Yin Qi and slapped it directly at the seal on the gonfalon.
"Stop!" Yi Qing flew forward to stop him, but it was too late. The seal he had set on the gonfalon shattered. The golden Dharma talisman broke into thousands of pieces. Thick Ghost Qi immediately spewed out and the temperature dropped.
"Hahahahaha, the Soul Devouring Gonfalon is mine!" The fiendish cultivator laughed louder and louder. His eyes widened as he looked excitedly at the eerie Ghost Qi around him. "From now on, no one below the Soul Formation stage will be my match. With tens of thousands of ghosts at my command, I … Pfft!" Before he could finish, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The situation had changed.
Unbeknownst to him, a claw had suddenly appeared on his chest. The claw did not have a physical form. It was made of black Qi, but it had pierced through his chest. In the palm of the claw was a still-beating heart.
The fiendish cultivator lowered his head in a daze and looked at the beating heart. Before he could react, the claw tightened and crushed the bloody heart.
"Ghost … King!" The fiendish cultivator said the last sentence, his eyes still wide open. He fell straight from the sky, no longer breathing.
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