The Art of the Great Sword

Hearing He Chongxiao's answer, the leader of the Mantis Demon Clan frowned slightly and said, "Since you have found the person that the master wants, why don't you take action directly?"

When he said these words, his eyes were fixed on He Chongxiao, as if he wanted to penetrate He Chongxiao's inner thoughts.

When He Chongxiao heard this, he glanced at the leader of the Mantis Demon Clan indifferently and said, "Tang Xiao, do you think we can deal with the existence that is wanted by the master alone?"

Tang Xiao, the leader of the Mantis Demon Clan, heard this and said: "Master said, that person's cultivation level is only at the third-step feathering realm. With your middle-grade creation realm cultivation level, you should be able to deal with an insect at the three-step feathering realm. It’s easy to catch!”

He Chongxiao smiled and said: "The master's strength is far beyond our imagination, but she wants to use us to capture the insect in the three-step feather realm. Don't you think there is a problem?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader of the Cockroach Demon Clan immediately scolded: "He Chongxiao, are you desperate for your life? You dare to arrange things behind your master's back. Aren't you afraid that these words will reach his ears?"

When He Chongxiao heard this, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

The strength of the mysterious woman is not strong, but the existence of the reincarnation realm controlled by the other party is not something they can compete with.

What's more, the slave mark has been planted in his body by the mysterious woman. If he shows any disrespect, the mysterious woman may kill him directly.

"I don't mean to disrespect the master. I just think we should be more careful when facing that three-step feathered insect!"

After He Chongxiao finished speaking, he quickly changed the subject and said: "This bug is in this lake now, let's take him down together!"

After saying these words, he was ready to enter the lake directly.

With four mid-level Creation Realm helpers, plus himself, a total of five mid-level Creation Realm existences, it would be easy to deal with a three-step Feather Realm bug!

But just when He Chongxiao was about to enter the lake directly, a mysterious aura suddenly emanated from the center of the lake.

Along with it, there was a burst of bloody light. This bloody light was full of murderous intent, so He Chongxiao had to treat it with caution.

But Wu Long, Tang Xiao, Zhang Zhen and Gu Yi beside him smelled a hint of good fortune from this bloody light.

"This...this seems to be the breath of creation?"

Wu Long looked at the red light that shot straight into the sky, and he immediately directed his consciousness toward the light.

As soon as his consciousness came into contact with this bloody light, he felt a sharp breath that seemed to shatter his soul into pieces.

At this time, he immediately cut off the spread of his spiritual consciousness, and gained safety at the cost of losing part of his spiritual consciousness.

"It is indeed the breath of creation!"

Wu Long's green face became even bluer.

"Is there still a creation realm in this lake?"

Tang Xiao, the leader of the Mantis Demon Tribe, stared at the bloody light in surprise. He frowned slightly and said, "The previous master conquered us not far from this lake."

"If there are Creation Realm monks in this lake, they should be in the same camp as us, right?"

As soon as Tang Xiao finished speaking, Gu Yi, the leader of the Bone Demon Clan, said, "Wrong."

"This should be the aura emitted by the treasure of creation!"

"There must be a treasure of creation in this lake!"

Gu Yi came to the conclusion based on his own experience.

Then, his body turned into a stream of light and dived directly into the lake.

Seeing this, several other people quickly followed behind Gu Yi and entered the lake.

He Chongxiao frowned slightly when he saw that the four friends he had summoned entered the lake.

"How could there be a treasure of creation in this lake?"

"Isn't this a trap?"

He was very cautious. If he wanted to enter the lake directly just now, but now, with the bloody light containing the breath of creation emerging from the lake, he immediately put away his intention to enter the lake to capture Fang Qingyang. idea.

Mainly because what was happening now was too abnormal, and he suspected that it was most likely a trap.

And when he hesitated, another stream of light flew towards the lake.

A demon monk even said loudly: "The aura of the treasure of creation. I didn't expect that this phantom demon pool of the Zhan Demon Race actually contains the treasure of creation!"

"The Phantom Pond is very unusual. It is completely normal for the treasure of creation to appear here!"

"Even our master woke up from this phantom demon pool. I'm afraid even the Zhan Demon Clan doesn't know the secrets of this phantom demon pool. Now that the breath of a created treasure is escaping, how can I miss this so easily? Opportunity!”

"My cultivation level has been raised to the peak of the middle-grade creation realm. I feel that if I obtain the creation treasures in this lake, my cultivation level will definitely reach the high-grade creation realm!"

"..."

Demon monks who set foot here one after another entered the lake one after another after feeling the breath of creation emanating from the lake.

He Chongxiao was almost regarded as nothing by everyone.

When faced with opportunities, all demon monks are selfish.

He Chongxiao watched these Creation Realm monks swarm into the lake, while he was still suspended in the sky above the lake, indifferent.

"Suddenly, the breath of a created treasure emanated. This is not normal at all!"

He Chongxiao muttered to himself. He observed the lake at his feet and watched the monks who kept rushing into the lake. He still chose to watch.

…

…

A small town at the bottom of a lake.

There was a spear lying horizontally in front of Fang Qingyang, and it was the rusty spear.

But now, there is almost no rust visible on the surface of the spear.

Not only that, the whole body of the spear was blood red, and the aura of creation emanating from its body made Fang Qingyang just want to refine this thing and use it as his second weapon.

"When you get out, you must repair this spear. Do not be overwhelmed by your skills!"

Fang Qingyang made up his mind and started waiting again.

After a while, a waterspout appeared in front of him. In the waterspout, a slightly excited voice came into Fang Qingyang's ears, "Where is the treasure? Where is the treasure of creation?"

It was a green-faced demon with fangs and a centipede tail. It was Wu Long.

Wu Long had ignored the surrounding environment, and at this moment he had moved his gaze to the spear in front of Fang Qingyang.

Seeing the bloody spear, two rays of light suddenly bloomed in Wu Long's eyes, "Creation of the Spiritual Weapon!"