Chapter 278: Continuous Destruction and Double Cultivation (Please Vote for Me)

Both of these ghost cultivators were dressed in green robes and had solid figures. At first glance, they looked like living monks rather than souls.

One of them has a pale complexion, his eyes are bright and green, and the mana fluctuations on his body have reached the mid-level level of pill formation!

The other person has a hooked nose and a sinister expression, surrounded by several strange ghost claws.

At this time, the two ghost corrections looked at Fang Xi in confusion.

Obviously, they were very surprised by the third-level Yimu Divine Thunder before.

"Is there another person?"

The pale-faced ghost cultivator in the middle stage of the pill formation seemed to have green flames burning in his pupils, and his voice had a strange accent: "Who is your Excellency? When we sucked the souls of those monks, we didn't seem to find any from the outside pill formation monks. Your Excellency’s figure…”

"The one who wants your life."

Fang Xi didn't even answer. The divine light of Yimu enveloped his whole body and turned into a layer of extremely tough protection, no less than the protection of the Sanyang True Fire Barrier. At the same time, with a finger, seven green Yimu Divine Swords flew out, each bite was no less powerful. Yu's last magic weapon is the Flying Sword.

It's not that he doesn't want to release more, but turning Yimu's divine light into these magic weapons is the limit of the magic power he has just formed.

Since Fang Xi formed the elixir, she has never had a fight with a monk of the same level, so she is naturally eager to give it a try.

At the same time, I know that this is a good opportunity.

When ghost cultivators leave the netherworld, their skills and magical powers will be greatly reduced out of thin air.

If you want to kill them, now is the perfect opportunity!

"Hmph, you're so arrogant!"

The ghost cultivator who was in the middle stage of the pill formation coldly snorted, controlled the magic weapon of the small white bone sword, turned it into a white horse sword dozens of feet long, and chopped it down in the air!

Sen Bai's sword light seemed to have the power to freeze the soul, and with just one movement, it involved Fang Xi's three Yimu Divine Swords.

The swords and lights were fighting fiercely together, and each sword carried spiritual power that made the foundation-building monks tremble.

Phew!

One bite of the Yimu Divine Sword was cut off, followed by the second and third blows...

Seeing this, the ghost cultivator in the middle stage of pill formation couldn't help but have a look of pride on his face, and said to the hook-nosed ghost cultivator next to him: "Let me deal with this person, and you go deal with the other person."

The other ghost cultivator, who was only in the early stage of forming pills, did not refute what he heard, and controlled the ghost mist to turn into dark whirlwinds, swallowing You Kun inside.

You Kun's eyes were dull, he just controlled the remaining six fire dragons of the 'Nine Dragon Balls' and controlled the Three Yang True Fire Barrier to defend.

Seeing this scene, the ghost cultivator in the early stage of forming pills also had a headache.

The fire dragon of this true fire monk happens to be the nemesis of many ghost and ghost arts. Against this person, many of his exquisite spells cannot be used.

Fortunately, this person only defends but does not attack, so there is not much danger in dealing with it.

It would be extremely easy to wait until the ghost cultivators in the middle stage of pill formation kill the early stage pill formation, and then join forces to deal with this person...

…

"go!"

Fang Xi's hands were like plucking the strings of a piano, and the remaining four Yimu flying swords either flashed with lightning or burned with green Yimu real fire. They did not care about the damage of the flying swords themselves, and fought fiercely with the small white bone sword.

Click!

Two more Yimu Divine Swords broke, but the ghost cultivator in the middle stage of pill formation frowned and raised his hand to recall the flying sword.

I saw that there were several gaps on the blade of the flying sword, and a look of distress appeared on my face.

If this natal magic weapon is damaged, it will take him at least several decades of alchemy cultivation to restore it to its original state.

More importantly, this monk who uses a set of magic weapons and flying swords has no impact at all even if the magic weapon is damaged. Could it be that this is not his natural magic weapon?

But how precious is the third-level magic weapon? Even if it is an ordinary magic weapon, if one piece of it is broken, it will be enough for the Danjie monk to feel distressed for a long time.

Just when the middle-aged ghost cultivator was thinking, a scene appeared that made his expression change drastically!

Fang Xi waved her hand, and streaks of Yimu divine light flew out from her sleeves, transforming into five green Yimu divine swords. They merged with the remaining two, and combined with each other to form a huge cyan sword!

The giant sword's blade was blazing with brilliance, and it let out a dragon's roar, seemingly even more powerful than before.

"This is not a magic weapon, but your magical power? Who are you?"

The middle-aged ghost cultivator asked fearfully.

"The old ghost told me... there are still many good things left by the Nine Leaf Sect here."

Fang Xi's eyes flashed and she suddenly opened her mouth to test.

"Ha... apart from the netherworld veins and spiritual veins, what else is there here?" The ghost cultivator in the middle stage of the pill formation sneered: "What old ghost? Have you been deceived?"

'It seems... this person doesn't know the old ghost at all, or that the possessed remnant soul is really cunning and deliberately doesn't say his real name, so that I can't even formulate a sentence...'

Fang Xi sighed quietly in his heart.

At this time, the ghost cultivator in the middle stage of the pill formation seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed: "Could it be that...you are here for that thing? If so...it will make you even more miserable!"

"what?"

Fang Xizheng was confused and wanted to ask a few more questions, when he saw the ghost cultivator open his mouth and fly out a small white bone flag.

This small flag is made entirely of white bones, its surface is pitch black, and it is covered with various complex and mysterious patterns.

A terrifying spiritual power fluctuation far exceeding that of the Bone Sword came from the ever-expanding little flag.

"Monk, you are very lucky to be able to see my 'Three Yin White Bone Flags'!"

The ghost cultivator in the middle stage of the pill formation sneered, made a hand seal with his hands, and the mana in the middle stage of the pill formation was fiercely injected into the Sanyin White Bone Flag!

Woohoo!

The white runes on this flag were wandering around, and suddenly it made a long cry, and a three-headed strange bird appeared.

The feathers of this strange bird are all pitch-black, and it seems to be made up of strips of pitch-black insects. Two of its three heads look like human heads, and it’s unknown what kind of ghost it is!

"cut!"

Seeing that the human head among the three-headed birds was still reciting incantations, as if preparing some powerful magical power, Fang Xi certainly would not give the other person this time to point his giant sword at him.

The huge cyan sword burned with Yimu True Fire throughout its body and slashed down towards the huge Sanyin White Bone Flag!

"Gugua!"

The three-headed bird made a harsh and unpleasant sound and flapped its wings.

A jet-black wind formed a wall of wind, which was evenly matched with the huge Otomu Divine Sword.

When Fang Xi saw this, his expression was slightly gloomy, and he made a move with his right hand.

A green long sword appeared in his hand, and golden lines lit up on the blade.

Qinghe Sword!

laugh!

He waved his sword, and an overwhelming Zhuxian Sword Qi surged, killing him in the dark wind in an instant!

Click!

The Gangfeng wall let out an overwhelmed wail and suddenly shattered.

The Yimu giant sword was merciless, killing the three-headed bird with one sword, and beheading a human who was chanting a curse rapidly.

The three-headed bird let out a mournful cry, but Fang Xi was inexplicably relieved. She knew that the three-headed bird was a little weird, and the spells she had prepared were quite powerful.

Fortunately, I was interrupted after all!

When the ghost cultivator in the middle stage of pill formation saw this, his face suddenly turned pale and he kneaded the sword fiercely.

The three strange birds suddenly exploded and turned into countless leech-like black insects, which burrowed into the Yimu giant sword.

Yimu's real fire burned brightly, but it could only extinguish a small part of the leeches, leaving a large number of leeches to fall on the sword body.

"burst!"

Fang Xi's expression changed, and the Yimu giant sword collapsed and turned into countless cyan divine thunders, which died together with a large number of pitch black leeches.

"pity……"

It was a pity for the ghost cultivator. His Sanyin White Bone Flag magical power was best at defiling magical weapons. However, the cyan flying sword controlled by the other party was not a magical weapon, but was transformed by a burst of magic power.

In the end, I struggled to be lonely...

Fortunately, the three-yin white bone flag he carefully refined has more than just magical powers.

This ghost correction wanted to activate the magic weapon, but he heard a cold snort in his ear.

The next moment, he felt as if something had stabbed him in the sea of ​​consciousness. His expression changed horribly, and even his soul was unstable.

This is exactly Fang Xi's secret technique of 'Essential Demonic Thorn'!

This kind of demonic technique seems to be more effective when dealing with ghost cultivators...

He did not miss this opportunity, Qinghe Sword slashed out another sword energy of Killing Immortals, and landed hard on the Sanyin White Bone Flag, suppressing this magic weapon for a short time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he transformed into a green stream of light, flew to the vicinity of the ghost cultivator with the help of Yimu's divine light, and raised his hand.

The Seal of Life and Death flew out, turned into a dark hill dozens of feet high, and crashed down!

At the head of the seal of life and death, Fujikilong's eyes glowed blood red, and illusory demon tree air roots emerged from all around, even absorbing the ghost mist around the ghost cultivator.

"This is... a top-level magic weapon? Not good!"

When the ghost cultivator, who had barely recovered, saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel extremely shocked on his face.

But it's too late!

The seal of life and death crashed down, causing the void nearby to tremble!

When the seal continued to shrink and fell into the palm of Fang Xi's hand, the ghost cultivator of the alchemy was no longer there.

Only a broken white bone sword magic weapon still stayed in place.

The Sanyin White Bone Flag lost its owner and also whined, shrinking continuously and turning into a small flag.

Fang Xi connected the fingers of her hands, and the divine light of Yimu was like a blue handkerchief, wrapping the two ghost cultivating magic weapons layer by layer, sealing them into two jade boxes, and affixed a few spiritual talismans.

At this time, his powerful spiritual consciousness scanned the void, but he let out a surprised sound and patted the spirit beast bag.

The Green Horned Fish Dragon tremblingly poked its head out, dove into the lake below, and flew out after a moment with a green crystal in its mouth.

"Could it be...that this is the 'soul crystal'?"

A hint of joy flashed across Fang Xi's face: "Who said ghost cultivators can't squeeze out any oil? Isn't this harvest pretty good?"

He stepped on the green-horned ichthyosaur, holding the seal of life and death in one hand, and holding the Qinghe sword in the other. His whole body was covered with the divine light of Yimu, and he entered the ghost mist of the alchemy-forming ghost cultivator at the other end.

Not long after, as a thick divine thunder fell, cyan thunder and lightning mixed with red real fire continued to emerge from the ghost mist, and finally the ghost mist was completely refined, revealing Fang Xi and You Kun.

But at this time, Fang Xi's face turned a little dark: "Poor ghost cultivator..."

Obviously, this ghost cultivator in the early stage of forming pills had no soul crystal left after his death.

Not only that, but its ghost claws seem to be made with mysterious skills and are not magic weapons...

When the ghost cultivator dies, he will disappear directly...