In those years when I was a mortal and a demon

Seeing that Yi Xitian didn't even use his magic weapon, he easily controlled the five demons. Lu Yuan's eyes flashed, and he secretly thought in his heart that he was worthy of being one of the four great casual cultivators of the Jin Dynasty.

Seeing Brother Tiezi's hands flashing with inspiration, he was about to sacrifice the two seals of White Tiger and Suzaku, Lu Yuan reached out to stop him.

"let me."

"Fellow Daoist Yi just said that he must do three moves first, right?" Lu Yuan looked at Yi Xitian with a smile on his face.

"That's right, but looking at it now, I'm still flattering you. You two can come together." Yi Xitian put his hands behind his back with a look of disdain.

"Really?" Lu Yuan's face flashed with a stern look, a golden light appeared behind him, and a simple hexagonal gold plate slowly rose up.

"Huh?" Yi Xitian's originally contemptuous gaze dropped and he was about to say something.

I saw the golden plate hovering in the air, suddenly swelling up with a buzzing sound, and turning into a huge object several feet in size. The golden light on it was dazzling, as if something was about to appear.

"Wan, Ten Thousand Blade Pan? What's your relationship with Old Monster Feng!" Yi Xitian could no longer maintain his previous calmness, and his expression changed drastically.

"Yi Daoyou, don't be deceived by him. This is not the imitation spiritual treasure of Senior Feng, it's just somewhat similar. I was deceived by him once back then, thanks to a descendant of Senior Feng in my Yinluo Sect. After Ask, this person and Senior Feng are incompatible with each other!" On the other side, Fang Lao Mo quickly reminded him.

At this moment, the runes in the golden plate flashed. Suddenly, countless short golden willow-leaf-shaped flying blades appeared, three to four thousand in number, floating above Lu Yuan's head.

"Sure enough, it's not the one from Old Monster Feng. In that case, this treasure should belong to me that time!" Yi Xitian breathed a sigh of relief, a greedy look flashed in his eyes, and it seemed that he was attacking Old Monster Feng's plan. Know some details.

Then he shouted loudly, and two groups of spiritual lights shot out from his hands, which turned out to be a string of dark and faint large bells, and a half-foot-large snare drum.

"Soul Gathering Bell, Yinli War Drum." With a glance, Lu Yuan felt the terrifying spiritual power contained in the bells and snare drums. He also recalled in his mind that before the action, Mr. Song Da mentioned the two most proud ancient treasures in Yi Xitian's hands.

It is said that Yi Xitian relied on this treasure to shock the world of immortals in the Jin Dynasty for hundreds of years, and killed nearly ten Yuanying level opponents, including a great monk in the late Yuanying stage.

"Yes, these two ancient treasures are not only famous in ancient times, but also match my skills very well. If I have your Ten Thousand Blade Disk. Even if I encounter those old monsters who transform into gods, I will have my own It’s safe.”

While Yi Xitian was speaking, the Soul Gathering Bell suddenly swayed and made the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling. A dark wind spread across the entire world, engulfing Lu Yuan and both of them.

Lu Yuan and the two saw that the area within several miles around them had become dim, and even the innate five-element flag used by Brother Tiezi to suppress the five directions was submerged.

Then Yi Xitian stretched out his hands and beat the Chaoyinli war drum rhythmically in the air.

Bang bang bang, the sound of war drums began to echo in the dark wind. At the same time, thousands of vague figures holding swords slowly condensed in the dark wind, as if an army was summoned by the war drum.

Facing this scene, Lu Yuan just glanced at him in surprise and then withdrew his gaze.

They are just mortal souls, so what if there are some monk souls mixed in?

He immediately flicked his sleeves and said with a smile: "Since you want it, I'll give it to you!"

All of a sudden, all the golden blades glowed with energy and turned into flying knives several inches long, shooting straight towards Yi Xitian's location. Because there were so many flying knives, in the dim wind, they were like a golden sun, reflecting off most of the sky so brightly that anyone who saw it would be frightened!

"this?"

Fang Laomo next to Yi Xitian looked extremely ugly, and as his thoughts changed rapidly, he had a vague premonition of something bad.

But Yi Xitian didn't say anything, so it was hard for him to interfere.

"Go!" Although Yi Xitian on the other side was not frightened, he pointed towards the golden sun with a solemn expression. The figure in the dark wind let out a loud killing cry and collided with the golden sun that Lu Yuan had chopped down.

For a moment, it actually withstood the falling force of the golden sun.

Ok?

Lu Yuan's heart trembled. He must know that when he activated the Ten Thousand Blade Pan in the middle stage of his Nascent Soul, great monks such as Master Mulan and Old Demon Hehuan also had to mobilize most of their mana to deal with it.

Now that he has advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage, the power of the Ten Thousand Blades Disk has also greatly increased. Although one of the reasons for this is that he did not activate all the power of the Ten Thousand Blades Disk, it is not something that this mere ghost can resist, right?

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan's eyes fell on those ghosts again. After a closer look, I realized that these thousands of ghosts were extraordinary. Although ninety-nine percent of them were mortal souls, they were all filled with murderous intent. It was obvious that they were all battle-hardened during their lifetimes.

In addition, among the thousands of ghosts, there are nearly a hundred monks with strong magical power, and twenty or thirty of them have even reached the ghost king level.

The ghosts at the Ghost King level are almost as good as the monks in the late stage of pill formation. In addition, the ghost king has already developed spiritual wisdom. Even if a human monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul encounters him, it will be extremely difficult without the means to restrain the ghost.

And the power of the evil wind condensed by thousands of ghosts under the leadership of those ghost kings is naturally extraordinary.

So that’s it, so what!

Gathered together, it can become a mountain. But if it disperses, the ground will be covered with yellow sand!

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed with a stern look, and he shouted angrily.

"Kill me!"

The golden sun exploded, and thousands of golden blades were shattered into pieces, flying across the ghost.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the original joint efforts of thousands of ghosts were forced to disperse. The area within a few miles turned into a battlefield of ghosts and golden flying knives. The scene was like two armies fighting, which was frightening.

However, the golden blade has been raised by Lu Yuan for hundreds of years. Now that Lu Yuan has advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage, its power is no longer comparable to the original. As soon as they made contact, they easily dispersed each and every ghost.

"I didn't expect this kid to be so strong. I can't let him go today no matter what I say!" Seeing this, Fang Laomo's face became even more gloomy.

Immediately, his body turned around, and a large amount of black energy appeared all over his body. In the blink of an eye, his figure was submerged in it. Then there was a sound of ghost crying from inside, and several tall figures emerged strangely from the black energy. .

There were actually three tall corpses in black armor. One held a pair of short swords glowing with yellow light, one held a green spear, and the last one actually carried a huge silver mace.

These three refined corpses all have fangs exposed and their eyes are green and agile. They all seem to look like corpse kings among the armored corpses. They all probably have Nascent Soul level cultivation, especially the one with the mace on his shoulder. Corpse, the corpse energy on his body is extremely dense, and he has faintly reached the middle stage of cultivation.