Chapter 568 The Death of Dao Jun (Part 1)

The long sword in Feng Wuhen's hand seemed to be given life at this moment. On the tip of the sword, Dao Lord's sword intent condensed into substance, turning into a bright silver dragon shadow, roaring and reaching for the vital points behind Luo Yan.

Luo Yan was trying his best to deal with Xiaobai's soul-eating power when he suddenly felt the biting cold wind behind him, and a sense of crisis instantly surged into his heart. He roared angrily and twisted his body forcefully. The black scythe collided hard with the silver dragon shadow with a sound of breaking through the air.

The two forces collided and erupted with a deafening roar. The space seemed to be torn apart, and circles of energy ripples spread around.

At this moment, he was suppressed by the power of the endless stars and the power of the soul, and finally fell into a disadvantage. The silver dragon shadow penetrated the black scythe's counterattack, and hit Luo Yan's chest with unabated force.

"No -!" Luo Yan roared in despair. He never expected that he would fall into the hands of someone he regarded as an ant, but it was too late. The Taoist sword penetrated his chest accurately. , completely piercing through that arrogant body.

"Die!"

Feng Wuhen twisted the Qinghong Sword in his hand with all his strength, releasing endless sword energy that raged in his body, frantically strangulating his vitality.

Luo Yan's body trembled violently, endless ghost energy surged out of his body like a spring, and a trace of unwillingness and anger flashed in his eyes.

"A mere ant, you want to kill me?" Luo Yan sneered, a look of madness flashed in his eyes.

Before he finished speaking, Luo Yan's body suddenly burst out with a stronger ghost energy. At the same time, the ghost energy seemed to have lost its backbone and began to flee in all directions. The entire battlefield instantly became clear. This ghost energy was incomparable. It was violent, as if it was trying to break free from all restraints, and the star cage was unable to function at this moment, unable to suppress the violent ghost energy that was escaping everywhere.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. Just when they thought everything had settled, Luo Yan's body gradually blurred in front of everyone, and the ghostly aura enveloped him like a thick fog, and finally disappeared in a burst of dazzling black light. Disappeared without a trace.

"He's not dead yet. He's using secret techniques to escape."

Li Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly reminded Feng Wuhen. He quickly formed seals and summoned part of the power of the nine-star formation in an attempt to seal the space crack through which Luo Yan could escape. The power of the stars jumped at his fingertips, turning into bright chains, intertwined into a web, trying to capture the ghostly shadow that was about to escape.

"Want to escape? It's not that easy!" Feng Wuhen shouted coldly, and the spiritual power in his body boiled. He knew that he must pursue the victory at this moment, otherwise if Luo Yan escaped, the consequences would be disastrous. He flashed and turned into a silver lightning, chasing the black light.

Not to be outdone, Xiaobai flapped his wings, turned into a stream of light and followed Feng Wuhen closely, and his powerful soul-eating power went straight towards the fleeing black shadow.

Just when the black shadow was about to break through the chains of the star formation, Feng Wuhen finally caught up. He roared angrily and swung out the Green Rainbow Sword. The sword's light was like a dragon, and it fiercely clashed with the black light in the air.

"Go back!" Feng Wuhen shouted, and the tip of his sword suddenly raised, blocking the opponent's escape route.

The black shadow was forced to flee, staying far away from Xiaobai's whereabouts. A black shadow slowly condensed into shape in the void not far away, and it was Luo Yan.

However, at this moment, his figure seemed slightly illusory, and his cultivation level had dropped to the middle stage of Daojun. His aura was no longer as domineering as before, but his eyes were burning with a more blazing fire of revenge.

"You Yuan, Xue Cry, come and help me!"

Luo Yan looked at the other two battlefields and asked his two Taoist companions for help with a hint of urgency. He glanced at Xiaobai in fear. Li Mu and Feng Wuhen could not pose a fatal threat to him, and only the seventh-level Gu Ling Xiaobai, who feeds on souls, is extremely restrained by all the magical powers and spells of the ghost clan.

However, Luo Yan was greeted with deathly silence. The battlefield between Youyuan and Xueqi was equally intense. The opponents they faced were Feng Yi and Chen Qingxuan, two equally powerful Taoists.

"Hmph, Luo Yan, wish yourself well! I can't help you right now." You Yuan snorted in response. His attention was completely attracted by Chen Qingxuan's tide-like offensive, and he was completely unable to escape. Come on.

"Old Ghost Luo, hold on a little longer. I'll come to help you after I deal with this guy."

The blood-crying divine thoughts came from afar. However, his opponent Feng Yi overwhelmed him with his unpredictable and profound wind and thunder sword skills. When the sword light flashed, the sound of wind and thunder roared, and every strike contained the power of heaven and earth. As a result, Xuewei had to go all out, using blood as a guide, and laid a heavy blood net, trying to trap this arrogant sword cultivator.

For a moment, it became clear that Xuewei couldn't escape.

Luo Yan's face became extremely ugly. He had fallen into an isolated and helpless situation. He looked around, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he had made some determination.

"In that case, let's see who is the final winner!" Luo Yan roared, and the ghostly energy surged around him. This time, they no longer scattered in all directions, but gathered crazily in his palm, condensing into a Ghost beads as black as ink.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Ghost Pearl, explode it for me!"

The ghost bead exuded heart-stopping fluctuations. Luo Yan's eyes became extremely cold. He threw it forward violently. The ghost bead cut through the sky and headed straight towards Feng Wuhen and Xiaobai with the power of destroying the world. Attack.

"Be careful!" Feng Wuhen hurriedly reminded Xiaobai. At the same time, the Qinghong Sword turned into thousands of sword shadows, trying to block the approach of the terrifying ghost bead. However, the speed and power of the ghost bead were beyond imagination, and the sword shadows shattered one after another. , the sword light is dim.

Xiaobai flapped his wings and turned into a faster stream of light, rushing straight towards the ghost bead. Its body emitted a faint blue light, which was the ultimate manifestation of the power of soul devouring, swallowing the ghost bead before it exploded.

Xiaobai opened his mouth, and a strong suction force gushed out of his mouth, complementing the power of soul devouring, forming an invisible vortex, and suddenly sucked the ghost bead into it.

When the Ten Thousand Souls Ghost Bead came into contact with this power, it screamed shrilly, as if protesting its fate, but it was ultimately unable to resist Xiaobai's powerful soul devouring power.

With the disappearance of the Ten Thousand Souls Ghost Bead, the ghost energy of the netherworld that was rippling around also dissipated, and the battlefield once again returned to a moment of tranquility.

However, Xiaobai seemed to be full, his body trembled slightly, and the light was slightly dim. Obviously, swallowing the Ten Thousand Souls Ghost Bead was not an easy task, and it needed time to digest this huge Ten Thousand Souls Ghost body.

Feng Wuhen took the opportunity to go around behind Luo Yan, and swung the Qinghong Sword again, the sword light was like a rainbow, pointing directly at Luo Yan's vitals.

Luo Yan seemed to have expected it, and his figure flashed, avoiding this fatal blow, and at the same time, he slapped out with his backhand, and the netherworld palm power carried endless ghost energy, colliding with Feng Wuhen's sword light.

While Luo Yan was fighting with Feng Wuhen, he observed Xiaobai and found its abnormality. He was overjoyed immediately. The ghost bead that swallowed such a huge netherworld ghost energy must have been under a huge burden. At this moment, it was the weakest time and could no longer pose a threat to him.

At present, as long as he solved this opponent as soon as possible and then got rid of the Lianxu monk who controlled the magic circle, he could only fight to the death in this battle to have a glimmer of hope.

Luo Yan had made up his mind, and his offensive became more and more fierce. He no longer defended, but attacked with all his strength. The netherworld ghost energy surged like a tide, and every move carried a destructive force, trying to defeat Feng Wuhen in one fell swoop.

"The origin of the ghost path, endless ghosts!" Luo Yan roared, and his hands suddenly formed seals. The black fog around him instantly condensed and formed into a vast and boundless ghost domain of the underworld. In the ghost domain, ghosts were everywhere, and wailing sounds were heard one after another, as if countless dead souls were wandering here, releasing endless resentment and fear.

The next moment, Feng Wuhen only felt that the ghost energy around him seemed to have a physical body. They entangled and tore his spiritual power shield and invaded his mind.

Feng Wuhen hummed, and the Dao domain was fully opened. A dazzling light burst out from the Qinghong sword, like the rising sun, penetrating the haze of the underworld ghost domain.

Luo Yan's face changed slightly, and he snorted coldly. The ghost energy of the underworld surged, turning into huge ghost hands, grabbing Feng Wuhen's body again and again.

However, is Feng Wuhen's sword light so easy to be blocked?

The sword light was like a dragon, shuttling between the ghost hands. Every collision was accompanied by a roar. The ghost hands were broken and turned into ghost fires that dissipated in the air. The sword light broke the shackles of the Netherworld and approached Luo Yan.

Luo Yan roared, and his whole body was boiling with ghost energy. He knew the power of this sword. If he didn't avoid it, he would probably suffer a serious injury. But he had no way to retreat. He could only take this blow hard, gather the ghost energy of the Netherworld with his claws, and go straight to meet it.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the whole space seemed to tremble. The sword light and the ghost claw burst out with dazzling light and violent energy. One claw was cut off and broken, and the other claw grabbed Feng Wuhen fiercely.

Two figures crossed in the air. Feng Wuhen staggered, his clothes were torn, and a shocking claw mark was left on his chest, and blood slowly seeped out.

The ghostly aura lingered around Luo Yan's short claws, and soon he recovered most of it. His eyes were full of murderous intent. His figure flashed, and he pounced on Feng Wuhen again, intending to pursue and completely end the opponent.

Feng Wuhen's eyes flashed with a trace of determination. He seemed to have made some kind of decision. The spiritual power in his body began to surge wildly, and the light on the Qinghong Sword became more dazzling, almost piercing the sky.

Just at this time, Li Mu sent a message in time, "Feng Daojun, don't fight him to death, just avoid the edge for the time being, delay time, and wait for Xiaobai to recover."

While sending the message, Li Mu's hands were also busy. He used several things at the same time. While leading the Nine Stars Formation, four seventh-level fire elemental talismans emerged, adding the power of chaos to activate.

Under the infusion of the power of chaos, the four seventh-level fire element talismans instantly burst into an unprecedented brilliant light, like four small suns, turning into four fire dragons, roaring towards Luo Yan, the flames contained the violence of chaos and the scorching fire element, instantly evaporating the ghost energy of the netherworld without a trace.

The four fire dragons are not only the incarnation of flames, but also like living creatures. They circling flexibly in the air, sometimes intertwining and sometimes attacking separately, surrounding Luo Yan, making him unable to kill Feng Wuhen, and buying him precious breathing time.

Hearing this, Feng Wuhen's heart moved, knowing that what Li Mu said was true. Xiaobai is indeed the biggest reliance to restrain this beast. If he can stabilize the battle situation during his recovery, the balance of victory will be greatly tilted. So, he quickly adjusted his strategy, stretched out his body, like catkins in the wind, dodging and disappearing.

"Asshole! It's you again!"

Luo Yan roared in exasperation, staring at Li Mu, wishing he could eat his flesh and soul. He didn't expect that this guy would ruin his plan at the most critical moment.

Feng Wuhen must have chosen to retreat because of his telepathic transmission. At the same time, because of the interference of the four fire dragons, he couldn't get out of his hands for a while and completely solve Feng Wuhen, making the situation return to the beginning.

Luo Yan's killing intent towards Li Mu reached an unprecedented level. He waved his hand fiercely, and countless ghost energy in the netherworld responded to his call, turning into sharp ghost blades and shooting towards the four fire dragons.

The ghost blades and fire dragons collided in the air, bursting out with roars, and the fire and ghost energy intertwined together, forming a strange and heroic picture.

The four fire dragons were obviously not easy to deal with. Under Li Mu's control, they flexibly avoided the attacks of the ghost blades, and at the same time, they continued to spit out hot flames, and had a fierce consumption with Luo Yan's netherworld domain.

Seeing that the battle between the fire dragons and the ghost blades was in a stalemate, Luo Yan became more and more anxious. If he could not solve Li Mu and Feng Wuhen as soon as possible, he would face greater threats when Xiaobai fully recovered, and the situation was extremely unfavorable to him.

So Luo Yan took a deep breath and decided to turn his target to Li Mu, and kill this Lianxu monk who repeatedly ruined his good deeds first.

"The origin of the ghost path, the body devouring of ten thousand souls!" Luo Yan shouted angrily, his voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to come from the underworld, carrying an endless breath of death. He formed seals with his hands, but the speed was extremely fast, as if he was weaving some ancient and evil spell.

As the seal was completed, the netherworld ghost domain condensed by Luo Yan suddenly became darker, and a more intense and oppressive breath than before spread.

The next moment, Luo Yan's netherworld domain violently churned, gradually forming a huge black vortex. In the center of the vortex, it seemed that an invisible passage was slowly opened, which was the portal leading to the depths of the netherworld, where ten thousand souls wailed.

"Ten thousand souls are buried for you! You die!" Luo Yan shouted, and the black vortex suddenly erupted, and countless netherworld ghost energy turned into substantial black chains, twisting like a venomous snake and sweeping towards the direction where Li Mu was.

These black chains do not contain any physical attack power, and directly cross the restraint of the Nine Stars Array. The distance between the spaces, carrying the unique soul erosion of the Netherworld Ghost Path, directly rushed towards Li Mu. Once touched, even the Taoist monks would find it difficult to resist the attack from the soul.

"Elder Li, be careful!"

Feng Wuhen's face changed drastically. At this moment, it was too late for him to rescue.

However, at this critical moment, Li Mu's mouth curled up a faint smile, as if he had already expected all this. (End of this chapter)