Turns Out I’m a Great Cultivator

"This...how is this possible?"

The five elders of Linxiandao Palace were dumbfounded, and they all looked at the black-robed man in disbelief, and a storm surged in their hearts.

Linxiandao Palace is the top power in the world of immortal cultivation. As elders, their strength will naturally not be weak.

The first elder is at the beginning of the integration period, and the other four elders are all at the peak of the distraction period!

With this kind of strength, even the cultivator who is in the integration stage should avoid the edge. Looking at the entire Xiuxian world, it should be an invincible existence.

Originally came with great ambitions, but who would have thought that this man in black robe would be subdued so easily, and it would end before it even started.

Could it be that this man in black robe is... the tribulation period?

Everyone gasped in their hearts, only to feel cold limbs and numb scalp.

This is the tribulation period!

It's usually an old monster who can't escape from the world!

The devil actually dispatched monks in the tribulation period. Is this to stir up blood and blood in the entire world of immortality? What are they going to do?

"What are you going to do?" The elder asked with a sullen face.

The man in black robe said coldly, "We just want to get back what belongs to us. Let me ask again! Where is the Fallen Devil Sword?"

Lin Mufeng said in a low voice, "I advise you to give up your heart. The Falling Devil Sword is in the hands of someone you can't afford to offend."

"Hahaha, in the immortal world, there is no one I can't afford to offend!" The man in black robe couldn't stop laughing, "Besides, I work for Lord Mosha, even if the immortals from the sky come, I will not be afraid!"

"Master Mosha?" The elder smiled disdainfully, "Even if it is his deity, he is just an ant-like existence in front of that master."

"It's ridiculous!"

The man in black robe shook his head and glanced at everyone with contempt, "It seems that your brains are not clear, why don't you let me help you wake up!"

He looked at Lin Mufeng, his eyes flashed red, and with a wave of his hand, Lin Mufeng's right arm was cut off by Qi Gen and flew into the air.

"Hehe, I'll see how the expert you mentioned prevents me from recalling the Falling Devil Sword!"

The man in black robe smiled coldly, and raised his palm towards the broken hand in the void. Between the space, the broken hand was suspended in the air, and a trace of black energy was forced out from the broken hand.

Lin Mufeng's face was pale. Seeing this scene, he immediately knew why the man in black robe came to the door.

It turned out that when he was chopping wood with the Demon Falling Sword at the master, the breath of the Demon Falling Sword remained in his body.

A smile appeared on the corner of the black-robed man's mouth, his eyes shone with light, his hands moved the magic formula, and the word "calling" came out of his mouth!

The next moment, the aura of the Falling Devil Sword began to gather in a small black dot in Dragon City, which seemed extremely rich.

Siheyuan.

Shrouded in a layer of silent darkness, the surroundings were silent, not even the sound of insects and birds.

It seems that everything has fallen asleep.

At this moment, the Falling Devil Sword, which was lying quietly in the pile of firewood, trembled slightly, and stood up swayingly, as if a beautiful dream had been awakened, with a trace of resentment.

The pitch-black sword body slowly floated in the air, and after a few somersaults in the air, it rushed out of the courtyard and headed towards the dark night.

The speed of the falling demon sword was extremely fast, and in just half an hour, it came to the boundary of Lingyun Immortal Pavilion.

"coming!"

The black-robed man's face was overjoyed, he glanced at Lin Mufeng and the others playfully, and said with a smile, "It seems that the expert you mentioned is not very good, so far he has not come forward."

Lin Mufeng's face was pale, and blood was gurgling from the wound. He moved his mouth, but only let out a muffled groan.

The expressions of the other five elders were also not very good. They looked at the falling demon sword suspended in the air, and their hearts became more and more heavy.

Although experts can calculate everything, it is too difficult to do all the calculations. This black-robed man turned out to be an out-of-body cultivator. I am afraid that even the experts have not calculated it, and it has become the variable on the expert's chessboard.

The hearts of the five elders couldn't help but feel a little sad, "It's over, it's over, in the face of this kind of variable, like a person like an expert, we are probably going to directly become abandoned sons."

"Looking at your expression, you should be accepting your fate." The man in black robe smiled sullenly, looking quite proud, "It is foolish to think that someone who is high-level will come to me in the immortal world! It's like a frog at the bottom of a well. Pity."

"Hehe, you are the frog at the bottom of the well! You can't imagine the horror of an expert."

With red eyes, Lin Mufeng said with a hint of reverence: "A master is playing in the world, maybe we are just a chess piece he randomly sowed, but even if we become abandoned sons, you are not allowed to insult the master!"

Luo Huang also nodded and said in a condensed voice: "Not bad! At least we have become chess pieces of the masters, we are proud!"

"There is no cure, the disease is terminally ill!"

The man in black robe shook his head and was amused, "How can it be better to be a chess piece of such a master than to become a chess piece of Lord Mosha? Now I will use your blood to start the sword of falling devil!"

The black robe on his body was stirring, and the momentum of his whole body was condensed to the peak. He stretched out his hand to the falling demon sword and shouted: "Sword come!"

The wind howled, and the black air surged.

Everything seemed to be ready, but the sword did not come.

The Falling Devil Sword was still suspended in the air calmly, the tip of the sword pointed at the man in black robe, as if looking at him.

"Huh?" The black-robed man frowned and shouted again, "Demon Sword, come!"

hum!

The calm Falling Devil Sword suddenly shines brightly and generously, but what emerges from the dark sword is not black energy but golden light!

The golden light is dazzling, illuminating the night sky for thousands of miles!

A skeleton wearing a cassock slowly floated out of the falling demon sword, bathed in golden light, and folded his hands together.

"Amitabha."

"Demon Sword?" The man in black robe could hardly believe his eyes, his brain buzzed, and he frowned: "Sword Demon, how did you become like this, obviously you are a skeleton, what clothes are you wearing?"

The sword demon opened his mouth with a pious voice, "I have been converted by my Buddha, and I have taken refuge in my Buddha."

"What is my Buddha? Why do I take refuge in him?" The man in black robe was stunned, his eyes gradually sinking, "Don't forget your roots!"

The sword demon was obviously a skeleton, but he actually showed a look of compassion, and said loudly: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back to the shore, all living beings are suffering, the donor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, and you can also take refuge."

The black-robed man's face was extremely gloomy, his whole body rolled with black energy, gathered into a huge black skull, and said coldly: "I believe in your size! It seems that you are crazy too, I can only take you away by force!"

"That's the case." The sword demon raised his hands slightly, and the sympathy on his face suddenly disappeared, and said coldly: "How dare you make an axe with a small skill? Look at me, the mighty Tianlong, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajnaba Makong !"