The Demon Summoners were wearing bright red hats and masks to cover their faces. They were standing in a row in front of a stone pavilion on the mountain path, casting the same Demon Summoning Spell!
The stone steps under their feet and the treetops above their heads were inexplicably dyed with a layer of strange blood-red aura. It was eerie and terrifying. At the same time, a blood-red bond appeared between the Demon Summoners, connecting their Demon Summoning Formations together and forming an even larger Demon Summoning Diagram!
When Ye Youying saw this, she immediately said to Zhu Minglang, "They are joining forces to summon devils. Even the devil summoners with low cultivation can rely on the strength of many people to summon stronger devils!"
The Devil Summoning Sect's members realized that the low-level demons would not be able to take down the White Robe Sword Sect, so they worked together to summon the stronger and higher-level demons to the battlefield.
A strange red rain of blood gradually descended upon the Long Valley Woods. One after another, Demon Summoning Formations appeared on the mountain path. One could see enormous Demon Venomous Puppets crawling out from the Demon Summoning Formations in the woods that had been dyed red by the rain!
The Blood-Red Demon Puppets were covered in blood-red helmets with spikes that looked like hooks growing out of the helmets. The helmets and spikes protected the Demon Puppets from their heads to their tails. They were wild and ferocious as they rampaged through the forest. Even hundred-year-old trees were easily knocked down by them!
Apart from crawling through the forest, these Blood Golems also had the terrifying ability to burrow through mountains. Some Blood Golems could be seen burrowing into the mountain rocks, sending rocks and dirt flying everywhere. Not long after, they charged out from another mountain ridge!
Zhu Minglang frowned slightly.
These Blood-Red Demon Puppets knew how to burrow through mountains. It was difficult to deal with them. These Blood-Red Demon Puppets were obviously intelligent. They did not swarm forward like the Demon Guards, as they only felt safe in groups. The Blood-Red Demon Puppets crawled toward the White Robe Sword Sect from different mountains. Some of them burrowed through the valley, while others went from one mountain to another. The disciples of the White Robe Sword Sect paled when they saw this.
The Blood-Red Demon Puppets were as strong as a Dragon Lord or Dragon Ruler. The Demon Summoners were working together to summon so many high-level demons. It was indeed difficult to deal with them!
"Young man, how do you deal with these Blood-Red Demon Puppets?" the white-haired old man asked.
The old man was quite old. If his sect was not in danger of being massacred, he would not have shown up.
He was quite skinny. Even though he was carrying a sword on his back, it was unlikely that he could wield it properly in his old age. Zhu Minglang could sense that the old man's aura was extremely weak. He was most likely an old Swordmaster who chose to retire after suffering from serious injuries!
"It's a little troublesome, but I should be able to deal with them," Zhu Minglang said.
"You're just a beginner in the Flying Sword Art. You haven't mastered many sword moves yet," the white-haired old man said.
Zhu Minglang looked at the old man in surprise.
He had actually seen through it.
Zhu Minglang had indeed not learned the Flying Sword Sect for long. They were strong because of the unique existence of the Stegosaurus.
"I'll teach you a move. I believe you'll be able to master it quickly with your Sword Realm and comprehension. Once you master it, dealing with these Blood-Red Demon Puppets will be as easy as killing earthworms!" the white-haired old man said.
"Master, how can I teach you now? Just use your sword move and eliminate these Blood-Red Demon Puppets as soon as possible!" a disciple said with a long face.
"At my age, even if I risk my life, the Sword Qi I unleash is not even one-tenth of this young man's," the white-haired master said.
Time waits for no man. If he were ten years younger, the white-haired master would be able to wipe out all these Demon Summoning Sect scum by himself.
However, he was well aware of his own body's condition. His cultivation was declining, just like his withered body.
"Old Sir, please enlighten me," Zhu Minglang said.
Lin Zhong, Mingxiu, Ye Youying, and the other disciples of the White Robe Sword Sect were about to go crazy.
What kind of situation was this?!
Furthermore, if it was a sword move that could split mountains, it would definitely be profound and complicated. It would take at least a few years of practice to master it!
"Look at that wooden stake." The white-haired old man pointed downwards. There was a wooden stake closest to the stone platform. It was only about two hundred meters away. Normally, only apprentices would use that wooden stake for practice.
Zhu Minglang calmed himself down and focused on the old man's actions.
If the old man could tell at a glance that he had only been practicing the Flying Sword Art for a short period of time, he had to be an experienced swordsman. It was great that he was willing to teach him the Flying Sword Art himself.
"This sword is called the Suppressing Sword. It can suppress all demons and monsters. This sword is also known as the Hundred Grave Sword. The sword is like a great grave, and it reaches deep into the rock. Watch closely, watch closely — the Grave Heavy Sword!"
The sword on the old man's back was unsheathed. Despite his age, the sword was extremely sharp, as if it had been carefully polished and washed every day. The sword soared into the sky and into the clouds. As soon as it was unsheathed, it turned into a cold beam of light. Even though the wooden stake was right below it, in the valley, the sword had already reached the sky and disappeared into the clouds!
The disciples of the White Robe Sword Sect were also looking at the old man.
The number of times this teacher appeared in front of everyone was not many, but every new teacher was extremely respectful to him. He did not take in any last disciple, and no one had ever seen him teach any swordsmanship to them …
However, the aura of his sword was different from that of the other flying sword masters. Even though he was old, it was as if he could pierce through the blue sky with a single strike. His ambition was not inferior to that of the dragons and phoenixes that soared in the sky. However, his cultivation, strength, and strength were completely out of proportion to his current level.
"Qi converges on the sword, thoughts sink into the earth, Heavenly Monument God's Grave — the Grave Heavy Sword!"
His white hair fluttered in the wind, but his old face was filled with determination. His eyes glowed with a blazing light that could break through everything, including the passing of time!
There was no sword, but a huge tombstone suddenly appeared on the wooden stake. The tombstone was rusty, but it was still majestic. When it suddenly sank into the ground, it produced an extremely majestic force field, causing the surrounding flying branches, stones, and birds to be pressed to the ground. An astonishing aura surrounded the tombstone, and the heavy sword directly crushed the rock layer within a hundred meters of the wooden stake!
Even though it was just a demonstration, the power of the Grave Heavy Sword stunned all the members of the White Mountain Sword Sect. This old man did not use his aura at all. Even if he was a child-level swordsman, if he could control the Grave Heavy Sword, it would be easy for him to kill a general-level Divine Mortal!
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