Although the sword cultivator named Dongfang was terrified, he was still a man who had lived for more than a thousand years after all, and naturally had a rich experience in fighting. When he saw the other party, he secretly sacrificed this treasure to deal with him early in the morning. He also beat his heart decisively and spewed out three mouthfuls of essence and blood in succession.

Suddenly, his silver flying sword turned into blood-red suddenly, and his momentum suddenly increased.

But at this moment, a hint of sarcasm appeared on Zhuang Qiuming's face. When he pointed at the brocade handkerchief, the golden silk suddenly disappeared, and turned into a colorful glow.

"Illusion!" Lin Haoming, who was hiding in the distance, squinted his eyes and looked at the brocade handkerchief, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little different. At the same time, he only saw that the sword cultivator's blood-red sword energy was like a long wind breaking through the air, whistling straight toward a certain place, but the direction of the sword energy was cut was completely empty. Obviously, at that moment, he had been trapped in the environment.

Seeing this scene, Lin Haoming shook his head slightly. He understood that under such circumstances, the sword cultivator had no way to survive.

Sure enough, after several consecutive sword energy, the sword cultivator was obviously insufficient, and at this time, Zhuang Qiuming had already arranged the Eight Gate Heavenly Lock Array around him.

When Zhuang Qiuming withdrew the Jinpao magic weapon, the sword cultivator's face turned strangely rosy and instantly turned white again.

"Boom!" The sound of thunder and fire sounded again, and countless thunder and fire powers emerged from the light curtain, like they had just dealt with two wild beasts, bombarding the sword cultivator.

The sword cultivator was also an extremely decisive person. He knew that he was trapped and could no longer escape. After sacrificing a round jewelry to temporarily resist the power of thunder and fire, a three-inch-high baby appeared above his head, which was his Nascent Soul.

"Even if you only use some materials found in the human world, the Eight Gate Heavenly Lock Formation cannot escape from the Nascent Soul Stage!" Youshuang couldn't help but mock her when she saw this scene.

In fact, it was indeed as she said. The sword cultivator Yuanying just wanted to teleport, but his body swayed a little, and he couldn't go there at all. Obviously, there was a restriction in the eight-door sky lock formation to prevent anyone from teleporting and escaping.

In this way, under the attack of the power of thunder and fire, the round pearl magic weapon soon appeared one by one, and it was about to break. The sword cultivator Yuanying returned to his body. Then a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly inserted his heart with one hand, and then a blood column gushed out, sprinkling all on the flying sword that had become blood-red.

The flying sword still absorbed the essence and blood in it. The sword cultivator roared immediately, and the flying sword was full of blood, and then it soared to more than one meter long, and shot towards a certain iron pillar.

"No, Old Man Dongfang is going to explode his flying sword!" Seeing this scene, the monk named Su immediately shouted.

As a sword cultivator, a sword is a human being. He can only cultivate one or a set of flying swords in his life. This old man in the East is an old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years. His thousand years of hard work is on this flying sword. The power of nature can be imagined. Obviously, he knew that he could not escape, so he simply chose to die together.

But as he screamed, Zhuang Qiuming had no intention of removing the Eight Gate Heavenly Lock Formation. Instead, he continuously activated the magic formula with both hands. The power of thunder and fire that had originally bombarded suddenly stopped, and then the eight iron pillar runes flowed, and a layer of light golden halo appeared on these iron pillars.

Just when the flying sword hit a certain iron pillar and burst out suddenly, accompanied by a shocking loud noise, the iron pillar trembled slightly a few times. At the same time, all the light golden halos of the iron pillars also shaking violently, but although the halo was trembling violently, it did not mean to dissipate.

"How is this possible!" Seeing that he had self-destructed the flying sword still could not break the magic circle, the old man from Dongfang screamed in disbelief as the flying sword was destroyed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Do you think my eight-door sky lock array is a toy for children? Old man Dongfang, you can die!" A cruel look flashed in Zhuang Qiuming's eyes. As he pointed at the magic array continuously, the power of thunder and fire suddenly emerged again.

This time, the old man from the East lost his flying sword, and his vitality was greatly damaged, so he had no ability to resist at all. As the light of the thunder fire flashed, he just screamed, and then the body of the Nascent Soul turned into nothingness under the thunder fire.

However, what surprised Lin Haoming even more was that although the thunder and fire was dense and powerful, it seemed that it was still completely controlled by Zhuang Qiuming. Although his body turned into ashes, the storage bracelet was retained and not shattered under the thunder and fire.

When Zhuang Qiuming saw that the old man had been destroyed, he finally smiled a little. Then he waved his hand to the magic circle. After a flash of light, all the lights of the eight iron pillars disappeared, and then flew back one by one, and on the way they turned into a foot-long slender iron rod, which was retracted by him.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the Dongfang Old Man's storage bracelet, and the storage bracelet quickly came to his hands. However, after his spiritual sense casually swept it, he said a little dissatisfied: "There are not a few things. This Dongfang Old Man is a little too poor. He has spent so much magic power in vain!"

"Elder Zhuang, you can't blame him for this. After all, entering the Immortal Burial Realm is a matter of life-and-death life. It is naturally impossible to carry some treasures with you. In addition, he is a sword cultivator, and his magical powers are all above the flying sword, so there is no need for too many other treasures." The monk named Su explained calmly after hearing this.

"You are right. It seems that there is no need to kill other monks in the first few days. You can clean up the two wild beasts, give me the big ones, and leave the small ones to you." After Zhuang Qiuming got the storage bracelet, the two wild beasts' corpses did not forget to share the same part of his sect.

"Okay!" The monk named Su was also happy when he heard this. After all, he was not killed by the wild beasts, and it would be a good thing to be assigned to a small one.

Just when the monk named Su sacrificed a flying sword magic weapon and began to clean up the corpses of the two wild beasts, Zhuang Qiuming took out a small bottle and poured a drop of spiritual liquid into his mouth. After a while, he showed a strange smile on his face. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked towards Lin Haoming's hiding, and smiled coldly: "I said, fellow Taoist, you have been watching aside for a long time, so it's time to show your face, right?"

Lin Haoming was shocked when he heard this. Since the other party could look at him, it obviously means that the other party had found him, but he had always been quite confident in the method of concealment. Unexpectedly, he still discovered the other party, which surprised Lin Haoming.
Chapter completed!