Chapter 1808 Fighting Three Cultivators

Chapter 1808 Fighting Three Cultivators

After walking about three miles, a beam of light appeared in front of Ye Chunyang.

The light was white and filled with pure spiritual energy.

In the deep underground ghost eye here, there could not be any spiritual energy around, but such a strange scene appeared at this time, which made him feel moved.

"That thing is really here!"

When Ye Chunyang was wondering, the old Taoist's crazy laughter suddenly came from behind.

"Hahaha!"

"Quick! Kill all the ghosts here, I want to go to the spiritual place quickly!"

He didn't even call "disciple", and his expression changed from his usual immortal style, looking extremely crazy.

Ye Chunyang's mind tightened, it was obvious that the old Taoist's destination was here.

In other words, his time had come.

As long as the old Taoist got the thing, he would definitely relax his vigilance, and then he would definitely win with one strike!

Ye Chunyang remained calm and continued to drive the sword to kill the ghosts, and the sound of wailing came from the sword light.

Although there are many ghosts here, they can't stop the power of the thunder of the eighty-one swords. The dense rain of swords fell from the sky, and the great sword formation showed its power.

In less than half a moment, the mist in front became clear, and the beam of light became more dazzling.

The old Taoist was ecstatic, and he didn't bother to say anything more to Ye Chunyang and the other two, and went straight to the light.

At this time, Ye Chunyang saw clearly that it was a suspended square platform, made of bluestone, with an ancient stone basin on it, which was about the size of a palm, and a ball of milky white liquid was filled in it.

The pure spiritual energy was emanating from it.

Hua Yanxi and Hua Feier also stared at it, and hurriedly followed the old Taoist.

Ye Chunyang stared at the white liquid, and his eyebrows slightly raised. From the old Taoist's attention, this thing must be extraordinary.

"Lingyuan Xianqiong!"

At this moment, a low shout came from behind, and two figures rode the strong wind and came in an instant.

It was Yuanxianyi and his disciples.

When Yuanxianyi saw this thing, he showed ecstasy like the old Taoist, and rushed forward without saying anything.

At the same time, the old Taoist took the lead and landed on the suspended platform. Feeling the breath coming from behind, his face suddenly turned cold.

"Get out!"

The old Taoist flicked the bamboo pole, and the ancient flying sword rose across the sky. The huge sword energy was like a raging tide, and it slashed towards Yuanxianyi fiercely.

"Boom!"

There was only a violent sound, and the sword energy above Yuanxianyi's head exploded. The terrifying sword light enveloped him like the scorching sun, and the space collapsed everywhere.

"Hmph!"

Yuanxianyi was not an ordinary person. Seeing the sword light slashing down, he suddenly shook out a scroll in his hand. There were landscape paintings on it. Under the urging of his magic formula, the scene in the painting suddenly appeared as if it was alive.

The next moment, the mountains, with the force of ten thousand kilograms, crushed the old Taoist madly.

The two mid-stage Return to Void warriors fought without saying a word.

"Bang!"

A sword energy rushed into the sky, and the old Taoist flashed out, and the mountains broke into pieces and disappeared in the air, but he was not hurt at all.

He flew into the air with an angry face, and looked down, only to see Yuan Xianyi throwing out the scroll again, and the surging spiritual energy swept through like a vast ocean, as if to drown him here.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yuan Xianyi's figure flashed quickly, leaving a residual image on the spot, but his real body had already appeared beside the stone basin, opened a glass jade bottle, and grabbed the Lingyuan Xianqiong in the stone basin.

"Yuan Xianyi, you are looking for death!"

The old Taoist was furious, and a terrifying light burst out from his body, pushing the scroll away, and then urged the flying sword to kill Yuan Xianyi from behind.

The sword came at a very fast speed. Even though Yuan Xianyi's cultivation was not inferior to that of the old Taoist, his face was also very fierce and he had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. But because of this, he lost the opportunity to seize the Lingyuan Xianqiong.

Seeing this, the old Taoist flashed a grim smile on his face and swooped down the suspended platform again.

Ye Chunyang watched the two people fighting fiercely, quietly retreated a few steps, and the dark light in his eyes was flowing.

The fight between the Return to Void Stage, just a little aftermath can shock the Transformation Stage to death.

His expression was gloomy, and finally his eyes turned cold. Eighty-one swords flew back to his side, ready to escape when the opportunity arose.

This thing was obviously very precious, and Ye Chunyang couldn't help but be tempted, but he still cherished his life more.

"If you want the Lingyuan Xianqiong, you have to ask Yuan Mou if he agrees or not."

Being repeatedly blocked, Yuan Xianyi was also furious. He quickly pinched a spell with both hands, and the scroll suspended in front of him once again shone with dazzling light, and the spiritual pressure of the landscape painting inside increased greatly.

He shook his hand, and the scroll flew out of the air, suddenly covering the old Taoist.

Within a hundred feet, the void was completely solidified, and the vitality of heaven and earth was drained.

Hua Yanxi and Hua Fei'er beside them both felt suffocated. Hua Yanxi hurriedly pulled Hua Fei'er back and fled far away from the suspended platform.

Yuan Xianyi's disciple had barely fought all the way here, and his true essence had been almost consumed. He had no time to dodge and was shocked to vomit blood.

He did not dare to stay for a moment and hurriedly retreated.

Ye Chunyang observed the situation in the field. This was undoubtedly the best time to get out!

His eyes flashed coldly, and the magic power in his body surged. Then he flashed and flew away on the sword!

"Huh?"

The old Taoist heard the movement and looked over here suddenly.

"My good disciple, where are you going?"

Seeing that Ye Chunyang was about to escape from his control, the old Taoist's face sank.

Although he has already seen Lingyuan Xianqiong, but there is ghost mist blocking him, he still has to rely on Ye Chunyang's sword formation to return safely. What's more, Lingyuan Xianqiong has not yet been obtained, how can he let Ye Chunyang leave?

Ye Chunyang's face darkened, and he ignored him at all, and activated his escape skills more and more unreservedly.

As long as he rushes through the ghost mist and returns to the original place, the old Taoist can't even think of intercepting him. From now on, the sky is high and birds can fly, and the sea is broad and fish can swim!

"Can you leave?"

The old Taoist resisted Yuan Xianyi with one hand, and suddenly made a spell with the other hand.

At this moment, he didn't look like the master he had been before, showing his original ferocity.

Seeing the old Taoist move, Ye Chunyang's mind froze, but then he sneered, slashed open the ghost mist without any pause, and escaped like crazy!

"You want to die, I'll help you!" The old Taoist smiled ferociously. Previously, he had placed a forbidden spell on Ye Chunyang to prevent him from escaping.

He immediately chanted the incantation.

The sound of "buzzing" was loud, and Ye Chunyang, who was escaping wildly, suddenly had a mysterious spell on his body, and a terrifying wave of mana surged like a tide, as if to dismember his body.

"Boy, this place is like hell, so you can bury your bones here!"

After the spell was played, the old Taoist didn't even look at Ye Chunyang and concentrated on dealing with Yuan Xianyi.

But the next scene surprised the old man!

I saw a green rainbow flashing from Ye Chunyang's body, and the spells lingering around his body disappeared out of thin air. Then, without stopping, he still shot towards the ghost mist without any hindrance.

"You didn't hit my forbidden spell!" The old Taoist was very surprised when he saw this!

His forbidden curse has obviously been penetrated into Ye Chunyang's body. How can he break it with the opponent's small initial stage of divine transformation?

Ye Chunyang didn't answer a word and continued to run away.

Hua Yanxi and Hua Feier also looked shocked.

They saw the forbidden curse on Ye Chunyang's body with their own eyes. Why was he safe and sound at this moment?

"Hua Ling! Stop that kid!"

"Only the flying sword on his body can help us leave!"

Just when the old Taoist group was puzzled, a sharp shout suddenly came from Yuanxian Yichao, who ordered the young man in the middle stage of becoming a god.

As soon as the young man named Hua Ling, who was in the middle stage of becoming a god, heard this, a sneer flashed on his face and he immediately chased after Ye Chunyang.

When Ye Chunyang sacrificed the Eighty-one Death Sword outside the Ghost Mist before, he had been salivating. He had long wanted to take it, so how could he let it go now?

"Hua Yanxi! Take that kid down immediately!" The old Taoist also ordered.

Hua Yanxi looked at Lao Tao and then at Ye Chunyang, with a flash of hesitation in her eyes.

Along the way, Ye Chunyang killed countless ghosts in the divine transformation stage by herself. With her cultivation in the early stages of divine transformation, could she really stop Ye Chunyang?

"This person must not leave, otherwise we will be trapped here!" Hua Feier suddenly said.

Her eyes flashed, a rainbow light appeared in her hand, and spiritual energy surged around her.

It was the Seven Spirit Fan from before.

"Fei'er, you can't take action before the time comes!" Hua Yanxi felt some kind of aura fluctuation on Hua Fei'er's body, her expression suddenly changed, and she hurriedly held her down.

"We can't control so much right now." Hua Fei'er was resolute, activated her feather fan and chased after Ye Chunyang.

At the same time, there was a mysterious aura about her, as if some strange power was awakening.

Hua Yanxi's expression changed again and again, and finally she had no choice but to grit her teeth and fly to catch up.

Feeling three auras following him, Ye Chunyang's heart sank.

"Since you dare to come, be prepared to die here!"

Ye Chunyang looked back at the three people chasing him, murderous intent evident in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he shouted the sword secret from the air!

The eighty-one flying swords roared loudly, like an angry dragon rising into the sky, exuding terrifying sword power.

"court death!"

Hua Ling was the first to catch up, and when he saw that Ye Chunyang was actually willing to confront him at his early stage of becoming a god, he couldn't help laughing angrily, with a touch of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He opened the bow left and right with both hands, and pulled it in the air. The bow and arrow filled with spiritual power immediately appeared, and the spiritual arrow was powerful.

A "whoosh" sound!

Hua Ling let go of his bowstring, and the spiritual arrow shot out through the air, heading straight for the Great Thousand Sword Formation. In an instant, the void was torn open, and the surrounding spiritual energy was furious.

But then Hua Ling looked shocked!

Eighty-one flying swords circled in the air, and each sword element was filled with astonishing arcs of electricity. The spiritual arrows shot were chopped into several pieces in an instant, and the densely packed flying swords appeared above him in the blink of an eye.

"What?"

Hua Ling couldn't believe it.

Ye Chunyang was obviously only at the early stage of becoming a god, but his magic power was far more powerful than him.

Hua Ling was furious when the cold sword energy struck, but he did not dare to take a direct blow. He hurriedly activated his body-protecting techniques and retreated continuously.

Ye Chunyang looked at Hua Ling, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes. He didn't bother to entangle with the other party, and walked away again.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a violent wind fell from the sky, carrying with it a surge of spiritual power. Ye Chunyang was caught off guard, and his body was forced to stagnate.

He raised his head with a gloomy expression, and a feather fan flew into the air.