Chapter 748: Sword Immortal and Ghost God

"You all retreat, the Immortal Tomb is not something you mortals can covet."

The sword master looked down at the huge hole below and said with a tone that could not be refused. He was thinking of the monks present, but it had the opposite effect.

Immediately, the monks broke out into shocking curses.

"Why?"

"Who are you to let us go as soon as we arrive?"

"Are you from heaven? You're so arrogant!"

"This tone is too pretentious..."

"Who is this person... He's so pretentious..."

Taking advantage of the large number of people, the monks did not give in. They cursed angrily, as if they wanted to drown the sword master with their saliva.

"Father, who is he? He looks so powerful?" Chang Qianqian asked Chang Tianyou, her beautiful eyes looking at the sword master full of curiosity.

The sword master is one of those people who is radiant and has a strong aura. He just hangs in the void and people cannot ignore his existence.

"I don't know him, he must have a big background." Chang Tianyou frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He suddenly felt that coming to the Immortal Tomb this time was probably a wrong decision.

"snort!"

The sword master snorted coldly, and everyone felt their energy and blood surge. They didn't dare to speak anymore, and everyone looked up at the sword master in fear.

At this moment, a terrifying suction force suddenly came from the huge cave, and the monks who were close were sucked in directly.

"Ahhhh——"

"help me!"

"what happened?"

The monk who was sucked in tried his best to fly upwards, but in vain. The thousands of other monks were frightened and retreated, fearing that they would also be sucked in.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of monks were sucked in and disappeared without a trace, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

The sword master frowned, his eyes full of strange color.

"Jie Jie Jie... I didn't expect such a powerful injustice soul to be hidden in this immortal tomb. It seems that my trip was worthwhile."

At this moment, a sinister laughter sounded, and then a group of black energy suddenly appeared in the air a hundred meters away from the sword master. It grew rapidly and turned into an old man. His face was pale, and his black hair was blown by the wind. He was floating, his eyes were blood red, and he was wrapped in a black robe. The strangest thing was that he had no lower body, and there was a writhing black smoke underneath.

"Sima Mengmo, I didn't expect you to come too!" The sword master narrowed his eyes and said softly.

All the other monks were confused and had never heard of this name.

But those who have seen the list of heroes must know the name of Sima Dream Demon.

Sixth place on the hero list!

Sima Mengma, died as the ghost king, and traveled between the Yin and Yang realms.

"I didn't expect that the majestic sword master would be interested in an immortal tomb." Sima Mengmo licked his lips and sneered.

As soon as the two peerless powerful men met, the atmosphere in the entire world became tense and filled with murderous intent.

All the monks were terrified. Who were the sword master and Sima Mengmo?

It’s not easy just to hear the name...

"Father, is that man named Sima Mengmo a ghost..." Chang Qianqian asked Chang Tianyou in a low voice. Zhuo Junjie next to her also had a look of fear on his face.

He could feel that the sword master and Sima Mengmo were far stronger than he imagined.

Chang Tianyou did not answer Chang Qianqian, he also stared closely at the two powerful figures in the void.

"Do you want to take action?"

The sword master asked indifferently. He ranked higher than Sima Mengmo on the hero list, so he was naturally not afraid.

Sima Mengmo was very afraid of him. The sword master was one of the top five beings in the world in terms of personal combat prowess.

"Why can't you and I cooperate? I only take the immortal soul." Sima Mengmo said with a sinister smile. He is the ghost king. If he can refine the immortal soul into a ghost general, his combat power will definitely be greatly increased.

"You do not deserve!"

The sword master uttered three words softly, which made the surrounding monks' blood boil with excitement.

It must be said that the sword master is very charming, both in appearance and character.

When Sima Mengmo heard this, his expression suddenly turned ugly. He said in a cold voice: "Sword Master, don't think that you are invincible. Today I want to see how strong the legendary sword master is!"

boom!

As he spoke, Sima Dream Demon suddenly exploded with momentum. Everyone felt like they were hit by a huge boulder, and the magic power in their bodies was instantly shaken away, and they fell one after another.

Tens of thousands of monks fell like heavy rain, and the scene was very spectacular.

Fortunately, the monks all descended vertically. Because of the suction coming from the huge hole, no one dared to float vertically above the huge hole.

Chang Qianqian and the first-class Xuanling Sect monks fell into the woods and were safe and sound. However, some of the monks who fell into the pile of rocks were in terrible danger. Many of the boulders had sharp edges, like sharp swords, piercing their bodies. The picture Horrible.

The sword master seemed not to have seen this scene, staring at Sima Mengmo with cold eyes.

To them, there is no difference between these tens of thousands of monks and ants.

"call out--"

The seven swords behind the sword master suddenly unsheathed and floated behind him in a fan shape. In an instant, sword shadows spread across the sky, and the number became more and more. Tens of thousands more sword shadows appeared with every breath. In ten breaths, the void within a radius of a hundred miles was filled with sword shadows.

Hiss——

There were gasps of cold air in the sky and the earth. Everyone looked at the millions of sword shadows spread across the sky with shock on their faces. The scene in front of them was definitely the most spectacular scene they had ever seen in their lives.

The shadows of the swords pointed directly at the earth, and the fear of death was like a stormy wave hitting all the creatures on the earth. Within a hundred miles, whether they were monks or monsters rushing towards the immortal tomb, they were too frightened to move, and their bodies were covered with blood. Ling Han.

"this……"

Nangong Ritian's mouth opened wide. He knelt on the grass, his body stiff and trembling, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He, who is at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm, is still like this, let alone others?

"How is it possible..."

Zhuo Junjie was dumbfounded. He was also a sword cultivator, and he had never thought that there would be such a powerful sword cultivator, no, he should be called a sword immortal!

Chang Tianyou and Chang Qianqian beside him were also stunned.

Even the Golden Immortal would be afraid of the Sword Master's millions of sword shadows, let alone these mortal cultivators.

Sima Mengmo's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that the Sword Master would be so powerful as soon as he made a move.

Immediately, he opened his hands, and ghosts flew out from his back, like bats coming out in full force, densely packed, like a black net covering the sky and the sun blocking behind him. Looking around, these ghosts were all hideous and terrifying, with red eyes and fangs, extremely terrifying.

Millions of sword shadows and thousands of evil spirits seemed to split the sky in two, and the Sword Master and Sima Mengmo stood opposite each other, their auras became stronger and stronger, and strong winds wrapped around them, like a tornado.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone around the giant cave, making them unforgettable for life.

At this moment, the monks had only one question in their hearts.

Are they sword immortals and ghosts?

"How dare you make trouble in my territory? Do you want to die?"

The furious roar of Qin Jun came from the sky, shocking the whole world, and everyone looked at it in unison.

In the sky, nine dragons pulled the golden sedan chair and rushed into the void, followed by a mighty army of soldiers, all flying in the clouds.

The monks were immediately excited. They recognized the identity of the person at the first sight of the nine dragons pulling the sedan chair.

Emperor Qin is here!

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