The Art of the Great Sword

Under the leadership of Shen Yi, Fang Qingyang quickly returned to the team.

This was a long queue, with at least hundreds of people, all of whom were at the eighth and ninth levels of the Yuandan realm.

Blackwater City has always been recruiting soldiers from the entire Red Moon Dynasty, requiring a clean background.

Below the supernatural realm, there is no need for too many tests, only a simple background investigation is needed, and above the supernatural realm, it will be much more troublesome and require many procedures.

However, since the chips given by Blackwater City are very generous, there is an endless stream of people coming.

The whole team walked forward in silence, without much communication between each other, perhaps because everyone was not familiar with each other, or because they were not in the mood.

Fang Qingyang followed Shen Yi's advice, said less and asked less, and moved forward all the way.

Finally, the team came to a ravine.

"There is a treasure in this ravine, which is a red magic sword with a phoenix feather on the hilt. Whoever can take it will be directly promoted to captain."

The old man at the head of the team smiled faintly and raised his hand to the front.

A large amount of methane was coming out of the ravine, roaring and making a series of hissing sounds. An inexplicable danger was brewing in it.

"Go!"

With the old man's order, more than a dozen people rushed to the ravine first.

This is not right. They asked us to rush without telling us too much information. I am afraid that we will have to pay with our lives... Fang Qingyang was awed. He took a step back silently and stood level with Shen Yi.

Sure enough, when these people approached the ravine, the originally dry trees on both sides suddenly shot out vines, as sharp as knives, stabbing from all directions and piercing the bodies of the group of monks.

"Ahhhhh!"

"This... what is this!"

Those monks screamed and their faces were as pale as paper.

Everyone tried to use means to resist, but it was too late. The vines were frantically extracting blood from their bodies at a very fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, these people were left with only a thin skin.

"This is... a ghost tree of the fifth level of the supernatural realm, which feeds on human blood!"

Some monks who had not been seriously injured exclaimed and retreated backwards.

"No retreat!"

The old man spoke calmly, flicked his finger, and the monk who wanted to escape turned into a ball of blood mist on the spot and exploded into nothingness.

The whole place was completely quiet!

All the monks looked at the old man with disbelief.

They joined Black Water City because it could provide high-value cultivation resources, but what happened was completely different from what they imagined.

They were taken to rob treasures as soon as they arrived, but how could this scene look like robbing treasures?

It was clearly a suicide mission!

"Just let the ghost tree eat."

The old man waved his hand, and a terrible gust of wind surged out of thin air, forcibly pushing another group of monks over.

"Ah!"

Fang Qingyang only heard a scream, and several people around him were also retreated. Only Shen Yi stood there steadily, with no emotion in his eyes.

Then, a force acted on him, but it didn't shake him at all.

That's it?

Judging from the strength, this old man is almost at the fifth level of the magical realm. He probably doesn't want to fight with this ghost tree, so he will take human life to fill it... Fang Qingyang thought in his heart, in order not to arouse suspicion, he also pretended to be shaken by the huge force and flew towards the ghost tree.

Seven people were pierced by vines again, but the speed of the ghost tree absorbing blood was obviously much slower, and even two monks broke through the layers of barriers and entered the ravine.

When the ghost tree absorbed all the blood, it seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and all the vines were retracted, which looked much fuller than before.

This is full.

"Well, let's go in."

The old man waved his hand and led the monks into it.

Fang Qingyang entered the ravine without any danger.

But he couldn't help but look back at the ghost tree. It didn't matter that he looked at it. He found that the ghost tree, which had just eaten and was unusually full, had become dry again, as if an inexplicable force had drained its blood.

This made Fang Qingyang more alert to this place.

The surroundings were filled with a gloomy and strange atmosphere, which penetrated into the heart.

Shen Yi walked to Fang Qingyang calmly and said, "Try to hide as far as possible in the second level later. It's more dangerous than before!"

"Thank you."

Fang Qingyang responded with his eyes.

After walking in the ravine for a long time, they came to the end. In front of them, there was a red magic sword standing upside down on the mound, and the light was surging.

"Whoever pulls out this magic sword can be promoted to captain, and the cultivation resources enjoyed from now on will be doubled."

The old man chuckled.

No one dared to move.

The previous experience of the ghost tree made them completely scared.

The old man's smile gradually froze, "This is an order, not a request. Don't you... understand what I'm saying?"

He pushed forward with all his strength, and the terrifying force pushed the front group of monks to the red magic sword on the spot.

In an instant, a huge black shadow came through the thorns.

Fang Qingyang saw clearly that it was a thunder roc, with a wingspan of more than ten meters, black in color, but with terrifying lightning at the end of the wings.

Wherever it passed, lightning raged, and the breath was awe-inspiring!

"Sixth level of the supernatural power realm!"

Some people exclaimed, but it was too late to escape. The thunder roc's wings swept over, and the lightning was as thick as a bucket, crackling into those people's bodies.

In just a moment, those people died on the spot!

The body was burnt!

"You lied to me. You said it wasn't dangerous to serve as a guard in Blackwater City, but you ended up sending us to death twice in a row..."

Some monks collapsed.

Most of them are not from sects, but from some aristocratic families or casual cultivators. It is precisely because of insufficient cultivation resources that they are willing to join Blackwater City during the war.

No one knew that such an ending was waiting for them!

"There's no point in running. The outcome is doomed from the moment we come in. We can only leave by killing this Lei Peng. Either this beast dies or we die."

The old man narrowed his eyes and sneered again and again.

Those monks were at rock bottom. Is this the only way to do it now?

"Kill...kill!"

A captain circulated his spiritual energy and turned it into a sharp blade to slash at Lei Peng.

Seeing this, other monks followed suit. If they didn't take action, they would definitely die. It was better to try to resist, maybe there would be a way to survive.

Dozens of monks gritted their teeth and fought with Lei Peng.

"Very good, very good."

The old man glanced at the magic sword on the mound, and his smile became brighter.

The blood of all the dead monks seeped into the soil at an unusual speed, as if connected by thousands of roots, all injected into the red magic sword.

As more and more blood is absorbed, the red sword gradually reveals its sharp light.

Fang Qingyang obviously noticed something was wrong in this scene. He was proficient in the method of free observation, and such details could not escape his eyes.

This crimson magic sword can strengthen itself by absorbing people's blood essence, so the blood essence and blood absorbed by the ghost tree outside has obviously been robbed by this magic sword.

It is indeed evil!