'Green Fire Sword' Dao Yuan used his spirit to control the sword and did not participate in the fight for the spirit herbs. Instead, he relied on the speed of the flying sword to rush into the deepest part of the Immortal Ridge.
A group of crude martial artists who only cared about the trivial benefits in front of them.
Didn't they know that the first-grade Daoist's inheritance in the Immortal Ridge was the true treasure?
Judging from how extraordinary the other party was, he might even have the secret to reaching beyond the first grade!
At the thought of this, Dao Yuan's heart burned even hotter.
He was an unorthodox Taoist priest with an incomplete inheritance. He relied on the White Tiger Sect to obtain a large amount of resources. However, he had reached his limit by cultivating until he reached the third-grade.
If he could obtain the first-grade inheritance of the Wuding Sect, his future would be bright!
The flying sword rumbled, and with a flick of his fingers, he traveled more than five kilometers in an instant.
Then, through the soul that had left his body and lodged in the flying sword, Dao Yuan saw a person!
It was a man with shoulder-length white hair and a youthful face. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life, and his aura was incomparably terrifying!
"That should be enough!"
Chung Shen-soo stretched his body. "Two third-grade Taoist priests, six second-grade martial artists … There are all kinds of cultivation methods, so there's no need to collect them one by one."
That's right!
The reason why he created this inheritance and caused so much trouble was to fish!
However, when Chung Shen-soo fished, he didn't fish one fish at a time. He thought it was too troublesome. Instead, he liked to cast a handful of bait and then cast a big net to catch the fish!
Furthermore, it was the kind of net with especially fine holes. Not even the fry could escape!
"Two third grade Taoist priests? What do you mean? "
Dao Yuan was alarmed. Then, he saw the young man extend his right foot and stomp the ground.
Puff!
A formless but substantial soul was immediately forced out, revealing the appearance of a Daoist with a protruding mouth and monkey cheeks. "Senior, please spare my life!"
"Is there really a Third Grade Daoist Priest hiding here? How could I not notice? "
Dao Yuan's heart shuddered. He recognized that this third-grade Daoist was the Hundred Ghost Daoist, an itinerant cultivator who was known for his narrow-minded personality and ruthlessness.
However, at this moment, the opponent's third-grade soul was held in Chung Shen-soo's hand like a little chick.
There was a cracking sound.
The Hundred Ghost Daoist's soul was destroyed, and he no longer existed in this world!
"You stay as well!"
Chung Shen-soo glanced at Dao Yuan.
Dao Yuan immediately felt as if his soul in the flying sword had been struck by lightning. He had been severely injured by just a gaze!
He subconsciously released his vital qi and activated his flying sword in an attempt to escape.
However, Chung Shen-soo merely stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying sword lightly. Then, he casually destroyed the soul within the flying sword. "Hmm … This flying sword can also be used to create a third-grade Daoist's legacy!"
He threw the book that he had obtained from the Dao Essence Soul Search into the flying sword and threw it into the ground.
With his strength, he could easily search the souls of his targets and obtain all of their inheritances.
With so many martial artists and Taoist priests gathered together, the originally barren Loopy Clam's arsenal would receive a massive upgrade!
"What happened?"
Du Du, Hua Mantang, and the other grade-two martial artists were a little slow. They could only see Chung Shen-soo holding a flying sword and smiling at them.
However, every single Rank-2 martial artist present felt that a great catastrophe was about to befall them, and they wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run.
"Who are you?"
Du Du bellowed.
"There are peach trees planted in the Peach Blossom Cove, eating the wind and drinking the dew like immortals!"
Chung Shen-soo stretched lazily and said indifferently, "I am … the East Sea Swordsman. I have come to borrow your heads!"
"First-grade … Taoist priest or martial artist?"
Hua Mantang felt his hands trembling. "Even if you are a first-grade, the sects behind us are not without first-grade masters. Are you going to make an enemy of the world?"
"Make an enemy? You … "
Chung Shen-soo stretched out a finger and shook it, smiling. "Not worthy!"
Du Wan and the others were stunned. Then, they realized that the East Sea Swordsman was saying that they were not worthy of being enemies. They could not help but be furious.
"Even if you are a first-grade martial artist, you can't be so arrogant and domineering!"
Du Du roared righteously, "Everyone, let's split up!"
A second-grade martial artist might not be able to defeat a first-grade martial artist, but it was not a problem for them to split up and escape.
Then, they could mobilize the first-grade ancestors of the various families to encircle this shameless man.
Zhong Shenxiu stood high in the air, like an immortal exiled from the heavens. His face was expressionless, but he was also like a high and lofty god overlooking all living beings. "Origin energy as my sword, all living beings shall be destroyed by me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth rumbled, forming a terrifying tide!
Boom!
Under the terrifying pressure, the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth was directly solidified and compressed … turning into giant white swords.
One of the giant swords pointed its tip at Du Du and slashed down!
"Ah! Heavenly Star Descends Killing Qi, White Tiger Possess Me! "
Du Du was originally known as the White Tiger Killing God, but at this time, he was like a kitten baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, madly mobilizing his True Qi to transform into a giant white tiger.
Wisps of killing qi appeared, causing the white tiger's body to be shrouded in black and red. A single tiger claw seemed to be able to destroy a mountain. Obviously, he had used some kind of secret technique to activate his True Qi, ready to fight to the death.
Pu!
The giant white sword cut from the white tiger's head to its tail without any hindrance, as simple as tearing a piece of paper.
The giant white tiger phantom dissipated with a loud bang, revealing Du Du, who had been torn into pieces!
There were a total of six giant swords, flying toward the six Rank-2 martial artists. Even though they had hidden themselves extremely well, they could not hide from Chung Shen-soo's eyes.
"Ah! Senior, spare me, spare me! "
"I'm the grandson of the Tianmen Sect's Rank-1, spare me!"
"Fight!"
The Rank-2 martial artists could already break a mountain with one palm. At this time, they roared crazily, and just the sound waves alone caused the eardrums of the low-ranked martial artists to bleed.
Then, they all died one by one.
This scene not only stunned Shen Mo, but also Mu Yuanliu and the others. "The sword-bearer of the East Sea … Why have I never heard of this person's name? No matter what, this person's name will definitely shake the world today! "
Mu Yuanliu looked at the white-haired youth and turned his gaze to them. He could not help but turn pale with fright. "Not good, run!"
"Those who invade my forbidden land will be killed without mercy!"
Chung Shen-soo pointed casually, and the six giant swords formed from Vitality of Heaven and Earth exploded with a loud bang, turning into countless white rays. Be it players or martial artists, they were wantonly reaping lives.
Other than a few people with decent martial arts skills and good luck, the vicinity of Immortal Ridge quickly became a swamp of flesh and blood.
"This …"
Shen Mo and the other players were almost scared out of their wits.
Originally, they thought that the Rank-2 martial artists were the ceiling of combat strength, which was already quite frightening.
However, they did not expect that the sword-bearer who appeared later was even more outrageous!
If Rank-2 martial artists were walking missiles, then the other party was a walking nuclear bomb.
With a lift of his hand, he could destroy heaven and earth. Whether it was a high-ranked or low-ranked martial artist, hundreds or thousands of people would die …
"This kind of existence, this kind of existence …"
Shen Mo was scared out of his wits. He was carried away by a few players who had luckily escaped with their lives.
Chung Shen-soo did not care about them. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed.
A circle of black fog appeared and expanded continuously, completely enveloping the flesh and blood swamp.
The flesh and blood completely melted, and one by one, the white skeletons stood up. They used the cloth, paper, and even soil, stone, and metal on their bodies to record everything they had learned in their lifetime. Then, they casually threw them aside and began to wander aimlessly …
"Mm, the dungeon is built."
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