Immortal Space

Under the witness of Wang Hong and others, the Nascent Soul cultivator named Ding Shan rushed towards the black-robed man resolutely.

However, when he was still three miles away from the opponent, another big hand transformed with spiritual power appeared in the air, grabbing Ding Shan in his hand.

Ding Shan was caught by Ling Li's big hand, struggling desperately, intending to get out, however, no matter how hard he tried and his face turned red, it was of no avail.

Wang Hong led more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks and flew forward rapidly, intending to rescue them.

When they were about to arrive, there was a loud bang, and the Nascent Soul cultivator was pinched and exploded, and at the same time, the giant palm of spiritual power was also exploded into nothingness.

This kind of giant palm explosion transformed by spiritual power has almost no effect on the body. At this moment, the black-robed monk turned around and looked at Wang Hong and others.

"Don't worry, it's your turn now."

The black-robed monk patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and said to Wang Hong and others.

"Jie Shangqing Izumo Formation!"

Following Wang Hong's order, more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators behind him, each holding a formation flag, adjusted their positions and stood in a mysterious formation.

Everyone input mana into the formation flag at the same time, and then a group of white clouds appeared beside them. This group of white clouds wrapped everyone inside and flew forward quickly, much faster than before.

Seeing this, the black-robed man once again condensed a big palm of spiritual power, and patted the white cloud.

The huge palm of spiritual power slapped on the white clouds, as if stuck in a quagmire, blocked by layers of dense resistance.

"Huh!"

The man in black robe let out a cry of surprise, he didn't expect that a mere dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators could block it's casual blow.

At this time, the man in black robe held out a pair of black scissors. The black scissors rose in the air against the wind, and instantly became tens of feet in size, cutting toward the clouds below.

The scissors quickly fell into the white cloud. Wang Hong was in the center of the formation. Seeing that the white cloud seemed to be broken, he took out the black long knife, held it with both hands, and slashed towards the black scissors.

With a "boom", Wang Hong flew the black scissors with great strength, and Bai Yun slowly returned to its original state.

Then, the man in black robe controlled the black scissors, repeatedly trying to cut the white cloud, but was blocked by Wang Hong.

During the fight, the distance between the two sides has been shortened unknowingly. At this moment, Wang Hong flew out of the white clouds.

At the same time, countless flying swords flew out of his body like swimming fish, a total of sixty-four swords flew towards the man in black robe.

Even the black-robed man, who has seen a lot as a fifth-order monster, couldn't help being moved at this moment.

"You have warmed up sixty-four flying swords, and these flying swords are all made of ancient sacred wood, hibiscus wood!"

Of course he knew that there was usually only one natal magic weapon for human monks, and it needed to be nourished with mana from time to time.

After this kind of nurturing, the magic weapon has a higher degree of integration with the master, and it is more convenient to use. The most important thing is the quality of the natal magic weapon, which will improve with the improvement of the master's cultivation.

At the same time, the more warming and nourishing magic weapons, the more mana will be consumed, which will also slow down the cultivation speed of monks.

Therefore, ordinary monks can only nourish one natal magic weapon, and it is already the limit to support two or three natal magic weapons at the same time, which can almost make it impossible for a monk to break through for life.

Moreover, these flying swords are all made of hibiscus wood. Who can have such a large amount of money?

This made the black-robed man start to wonder, it has lived for thousands of years, and it has never seen anyone so magnanimous.

"Wait! Who are you?"

The black-robed man was full of doubts in his heart at this moment, secretly thinking, is the person in front of him a junior carefully cultivated by a certain powerful force?

If it was really this type of person, he really wouldn't dare to kill him. Although he was honored by the demons in Hezhou as a great demon envoy, he knew in his heart that he was just an errand runner.

When Wang Hong was asked such a question, he was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the other party might have misunderstood something.

"Who am I is not something you can ask."

Anyway, he is also happy to say a few more words with the other party now, so as to buy some time for the soldiers under him to retreat.

"Don't you know the decision of your high-level human race?" The black-robed man said angrily.

"My human race has a lot of resolutions, how do I know which one you are talking about." Wang Hong said indifferently.

"Of course, if Hezhou is given to the Yaozu, all cultivators are not allowed to interfere in Hezhou's affairs!" said the black-robed man.

The incident once again proved that the high-level human race really didn't care about the life and death of the Hezhou human race, and even gave Hezhou to the Yaozu.

While Wang Hong was thinking about it, the man in black came back to his senses, felt that the other party was telling him something, and his doubts about Wang Hong's identity eased a bit, and he thought:

"Whether you have a big background or not, if you are arrested first, the truth will naturally come to light."

After making a decision in his mind, the man in black robe once again held out the black scissors to Wang Hong.

Wang Hong originally wanted to get some more information, but now seeing the opponent's giant scissors attacking, he had to block it again with the black knife in his hand.

Taking advantage of the effort of speaking just now, Wang Hong's sixty-four flying swords have completed the preliminary layout of the sword array.

At this time, it was activated by him immediately, and all the flying swords suddenly disappeared in place.

The black-robed man found that the environment around him had changed drastically. He was now in a dense forest with the sound of running water in front of him.

When he approached following the sound of running water, he saw a small river lying in front of him.

Suddenly, the entire river turned into a sword light, and it slashed at the man in black.

The black-robed man was not nervous at all. He raised the black scissors in his hand again, and when the scissors went down, the huge sword transformed by the river was cut in two.

Next, the man in black robe encountered all kinds of attacks, sometimes it was hard to guard against, almost anything in the sword array could turn into a sword light to attack him at any time.

Now that Wang Hong has trapped the black-robed monk with the Zhoutian sword formation, he plans to try all the techniques in the sword formation on the black-robed man one by one.

Now he wanted to test the power of the sword array, but no one else could do it, and only the fifth-order monsters could withstand such attacks.

If it was a Puying cultivator or a Tier 4 monster, he would be dead after just one or two hits.

Of course, after being attacked, the man in black robe continued to attack the formation.

These attacks are also a great burden to the sword array.

As a last resort, Wang Hong held the black knife again and walked into his sword formation.

The black-robed man in the sword array saw Wang Hong, and attacked him frantically. Wang Hong didn't flinch at this time, holding a black knife, and approached him to fight with him. For a while, there was no victory burden.