"Impressive swordsmanship!" Zhu Minglang complimented as he glanced at the mound of swords.
They finally did not have to worry about the army of demon creatures. The mound of swords was able to suppress everything. Even the Savage Demon Highness would have a hard time crossing the mound of swords, let alone the demon creatures.
When Zhu Minglang could finally catch his breath, he turned around and saw the members of the White Robe Sword Sect surrounding him. They all had strange looks in their eyes as they stared at him. This made Zhu Minglang panic.
What's going on?
Aren't the people down there supposed to be demons? Are you White Robe Swordsmen possessed by the devil or something? Can't your eyes show some normal human emotions?
"Old mister, I don't think a single tomb is enough to contain these fanatical demons, so I've arranged a group of tombs for them. Not only is your swordsmanship impressive, it's very meaningful too. I like it very much. Thank you for teaching it to me!" Zhu Minglang bowed respectfully to his white-haired teacher and said sincerely.
Most importantly, the white-haired teacher looked like a normal person.
However, Zhu Minglang had misunderstood. The white-haired teacher was just too old. The expression on his face and the vigor in his eyes were not as rich as that of a young person. At this moment, the waves in his heart could be compared to the clouds in the sky.
The more knowledgeable he was, the more he understood how difficult it was to complete the formation of swords.
I'm only teaching you once. You just have to follow my instructions. I didn't ask you to do anything funny!
"I'm getting old, and the biggest helplessness I feel is watching the people I'm familiar with turn into cold tombs. Under the sorrow, I learned the Grave Heavy Sword, and spent ten years refining it … I never thought you would be able to improve it on your first try, and even achieve a higher level of mastery," the white-haired teacher let out a sigh of relief and let out a relieved smile.
The phrase 'the younger generation will surpass the older generation in time' was completely inappropriate to describe this young man in front of him. The younger generation was so terrifying that they wouldn't let the elderly enjoy their old age in peace!
There was no end to cultivation. Seeing Zhu Minglang like this, how could the white-haired teacher's heart not be filled with heat and fighting spirit? Seeing that there was someone who could use the Heavy Sword even better, he could not help but want to discuss and compare notes with him. He even wanted to rely on this sword technique to once again travel the world and not leave behind a trace of regret.
But this dying body …
"Old Mister's teaching is very detailed. Without Old Mister's Realm of Master, how could others learn it with just a glance?" Zhu Minglang said modestly.
"?????" The faces of the disciples, deacons, hall masters, and elders of the White Robe Sword Sect turned red.
You're the only one who learned it!!!
The Sword Catacomb had sealed the mountain, and the Demon Cult had gathered thousands of people, intending to take advantage of the situation to enter. However, they hadn't even stepped into the villa yet.
Barbaric Demon Venerable was already pressed to the ground. He was sweating profusely, as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back.
However, not everyone was able to step over Zhu Minglang's Sword Catacomb Formation. The pale-faced demonic man with two red dots between his eyebrows stepped over Barbaric Demon Venerable's body.
His body was surrounded by a dark brown aura, which made him completely unafraid of Zhu Minglang's Sword Catacomb Formation.
"As expected of the leader of the Demon Cult. He's got some skills," Zhu Minglang said when he saw this scene from afar.
Back at the inn, Zhu Minglang had felt that this person's aura was different. His spiritual sense was also much stronger than the others'. He had almost pulled out Zhu Minglang's Phantom Cloak.
"It's Demon Venerable Lu Jiang. You must be careful." Ye Youying clearly had a natural fear of this person.
"What's his demonic creature?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"He should have an immortal ghost," Ye Youying said.
Immortal ghost?
Zhu Minglang looked at Demon Venerable Lu Jiang, who was walking over.
Although he was only walking slowly, he seemed to be rapidly approaching the Sword Catacomb. Zhu Minglang was puzzled. Since this person was a Demon Summoner, why didn't he summon his demonic creature first? Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of fear welled up in his heart. Zhu Minglang immediately looked down at his feet.
The mountain was spacious, and it was originally paved with large stones. However, strange brown ripples had appeared on the stones. The stone platform that was supposed to be thick and sturdy had turned into brown muddy water. What was even more frightening was that something was coming out from the ground!
The murderous aura was so strong that it was like a demonic mouth that was devouring living people. It wasn't that the mouth was biting at everyone, but that everyone had already been sucked into its gullet. Everyone on the mountain, including Zhu Minglang, was facing the fear of death!
"The immortal ghost is under our feet!" Ye Youying exclaimed.
Zhu Minglang's face darkened. He didn't dare to conserve his strength anymore. He immediately ordered the Innate Fiend Dragon, who was hiding nearby, to attack!
The Innate Fiend Dragon charged out from the darkness. Its dark crystal horn emitted a dark electric glow that spread from its back all the way to its tail!
The tail of the Netherlamp!
The Innate Fiend Dragon smashed the tail of its Netherlamp onto the mountain. The light of the Netherlamp spread and collided with the terrifying aura of the immortal ghost. In an instant, the ground cracked, and demonic aura gushed out from the ground like hot air!
The immortal ghost realized how terrifying the Dragon-Tail Netherlamp was. In the end, it gave up on devouring it. It fled to the stairs, and its copper green body slowly appeared!
Zhu Minglang looked over and saw that the immortal ghost was missing an arm. But even so, the eerie Ghost Qi exuded from its body still made people shudder. Its body seemed to be pieced together from stone pillars, broken walls, roots, rock platforms and other objects. It was like a dilapidated altar that had its own life. It stood, moved, and trampled like a giant god of ruins!
Zhu Minglang couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. This thing wasn't like the River Immortal Ghost or the Temple Immortal Ghost he had encountered before. This was a real Earth Immortal Ghost!
"That demonic arm …" A few members of the Sword Sect suddenly realized something. They stared at the Earth Immortal Ghost's missing arm.
Could it be that the Red Beard Archdevil was only controlling an arm of the Earth Immortal Ghost? Just this demonic arm alone was enough to fight against their master, Zheng Mei. Just how powerful was the Earth Immortal Ghost with this demonic arm?
"In front of a real Earth God, you are nothing but livestock raised in a special place. Your only value is to be slaughtered on the day of sacrifice!" Archdevil Lu Jiang had arrived on the mountain path at some point. He stood on the other arm of the Earth Immortal Ghost.
The demonic arm slowly opened its mouth and swallowed Archdevil Lu Jiang. Half of Archdevil Lu Jiang's body had merged with the Earth Immortal Ghost's arm. Only his head was exposed. His entire face was inexplicably covered in Earth Talismans!
They didn't know if it was a real Earth God, but this scene was truly eerie and disgusting!
"You're like a maggot that crawled into a jar," Zhu Minglang said to Archdevil Lu Jiang.
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