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Chapter 199 Magic Power Blooms Again
Three months later
After a long period of running-in, the secret realm of Lianyun Mountain has been looming, and the secret realm space and reality have begun to merge.

The six major sects gathered on the outskirts of the secret realm, and there were thousands of people, led by monks from their respective sects.

Wu Ming led Chen Yuxin's master and apprentice, and stood in the team of Wentian Pavilion, quietly watching the secret realm open.

Suddenly, the brilliance of the secret space flashed, completely blending with the real space, revealing a dark space fault.

"Through the light curtain, you will be in the secret realm. The elders with high cultivation will lead the disciples into the secret realm!"

Various sects issued orders, and countless elders whose cultivation base was above Yuan Ying led their disciples to rush into the secret realm.

The next moment, a gray curtain of light suddenly refracted from the secret realm.

The monks whose cultivation level is below the Nascent Soul Realm can enter the secret realm as usual without being affected, but those whose cultivation base is higher than the Nascent Soul Realm are blocked one after another.

"What's going on, this secret realm has entry restrictions?"

"Try again, everyone, to see if we can break through the protection of the secret realm, let us go in too."

The stopped elders took action one after another, attacking the exposed nodes of the secret realm.

A wave of attacks hit the gray light curtain, and all the attacks were bounced back.

Many people who couldn't dodge in time were hit by the attack he launched, and the whole scene was in chaos.

in the secret.
The disciples who entered the secret realm with the elders accounted for almost one-third of the total number of the major sects.

Wu Ming only felt that the space was constantly upside down, and when he opened his eyes, the surrounding scenery had already changed.

This is an underground palace, where everyone is located in a hall, with fluorescent night pearls above their heads, illuminating the surrounding scenery.

Wu Ming looked up and found that there were about 2000 people in the hall, and 24 simple and simple swords were quietly hanging on the surrounding walls.

"Hey, what about the elders leading the team, why are we the only ones left?"

"Look, there is a sword on the wall, it must be a treasure!"

Accompanied by the sound of discussion, the greedy disciple couldn't help it, and stretched out his hand towards the sword on the wall.

In the next second, the entire hall trembled slightly, and 24 ancient and simple swords rose into the air at the same time.

"Buzz!"

There was a sound of the sword, and the disciple who reached out to touch the sword was split into two in an instant.

After the sword saw blood, the prelude to the massacre was instantly kicked off. The 24 swords turned into 24 rays of light, and began to shuttle continuously among the crowd.

"Everyone be careful, it's a defensive circle!"

Some people in the crowd opened their mouths to drink, but it was too late.

It can be seen that in front of these 24 swords, the disciples of the Qi training period and the foundation building period are basically within the scope of being slaughtered.

A monk in the Jindan stage can barely withstand two blows, but facing simultaneous attacks from multiple swords, he will be chopped into pieces in the blink of an eye.

Among the monks present, the disciples of the Nascent Soul Stage had the highest cultivation base, and there were about a hundred of them.

Only these Nascent Soul cultivators have the strength to fight back against the sword that comes from beheading, and they can barely protect some disciples around them.

"As soon as you come in, you will be killed. This secret realm is probably not a good place!" Wu Ming protected Chen Yuxin and Chen Xuan, quickly retreated to a corner, and observed the surrounding situation.

In just half a minute, hundreds of low-cultivation disciples were directly beheaded on the spot.

The strong smell of blood, and the dismembered corpses were scattered all over the place, as if they had come to Shura Hell.

"Brother, be careful!" Chen Yuxin exclaimed in his ear, Wu Ming quickly turned his head to look, and saw a sword bursting towards him.

Wu Ming stood still until the sword was about to hit him, and then he moved like a rabbit and swung out with a punch.

"Boom"

There was a dull impact sound, and Wu Ming punched the sword flying, resolving the crisis.

Wu Ming felt it himself, the attack power of this sword was equivalent to the full blow of a Jindan cultivator, and it was not a threat to him.

"Cultivators of the Danding Sect, gather around me, and protect the disciples with low cultivation!" A Yuanying monk of the Danding Sect issued a summoning order, wanting to gather the disciples together to fight against the sword that came to kill .

In the next second, without waiting for the monks of Dandingzong, they responded to the brother's call.

Suddenly, four precious swords pierced through the air and swiped past this person.

click
The expression on his face was full of sluggishness. Under everyone's gaze, four streaks of blood appeared on this Nascent Soul stage disciple, and he collapsed to the ground in a pile of shredded flesh.

"How is this possible?" Wu Ming frowned, looking at the beheaded Nascent Soul cultivator, he had a bad feeling.

After he tried it out just now, he came to the conclusion that the attack power of these precious swords was not enough to kill Nascent Soul cultivator.

But the facts speak louder than words, and something that should not have happened happened, which is a bit unbelievable.

"Look, the blood on the ground is disappearing!" An exclamation came, causing everyone to look quickly.

The entire hall had originally been turned into a Shura battlefield, and the blood on the ground had already gathered into a river.

But at this moment, there was not even a drop of blood on the ground, as if the blood had been absorbed by something.

"what"

There was another scream, and No. 2 Nascent Soul cultivator was beheaded by the sword on the spot.

Wu Ming stepped forward with a frown, and bumped against the two flying swords, and immediately noticed the difference.

When fighting against the swords for the first time, the attack power of these swords is equivalent to the full blow of a Jindan cultivator.But at this moment, the attack power of these treasured swords has actually been greatly improved, and has already crossed over to the point where a monk on the third level of Nascent Soul can strike with all his strength.

"Could it be that these fresh blood can increase the power of these swords!" Sensing the change in power, Wu Ming's face became serious.

He can still compete with the attack power of the Nascent Soul stage, but no matter how high it is, it's hard to say.

If these swords absorb blood, they can increase their strength, even if they are only raised to the out-of-body stage, it is enough to make his situation dangerous.

"Fire!" Wu Ming clenched his hands violently, and three flames appeared in his hands, causing a fiery wave.

Wu Ming is not just a monk, but also a mage.

Once, it took Wu Ming more than 40 years to reach the level of a legendary mage.

After he was reincarnated, his original spiritual power was not lost. During the 14 years of growth, he had initially recovered the strength of a legendary mage.If you compare it to the world of comprehension, his magic cultivation is equivalent to the stage of entering and exiting the body, and this is his biggest hole card.

"go with!"

With a violent wave of his hand, three flames came out of his hand, but they were not attacking the 24 swords that were being strangled, but the corpses on the ground.

The fire was blazing, and the hot flames devoured everything, and at the same time burned all the blood.

After all this was done, Wu Ming knew that he couldn't wait and see. After all, the first killing formation was so powerful, it's really hard to say what will happen next.Even with his selfish character, he needs to protect these people and use them to find the way behind.

"Earth!" Grabbing forward with his right hand, ten meters away, the ground suddenly rolled.

In an instant, a big hand made of clay shot up through the ground and grabbed the sword that was about to fly by.

"Petrochemical!"

Wu Ming shouted in a low voice, grabbed the sword's big clay hand, and quickly petrified it from bottom to top.

The sword that was caught in the hand and struggling desperately, was sealed by the big hand made of mud within visible to the naked eye, and fell into a petrified state together.

"whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

I don't know if such an attack encountered some hidden rules.

The five swords that were attacking others turned their guns at the same time and shot towards Wu Ming's position.

Wu Ming was covered with a layer of mage armor, and he was like a general fighting on the battlefield. Relying on his tyrannical body, he swung his fist at the coming sword.

"Fighting the holy law, the fist of killing, the fist of destruction!"

Countless fist shadows soared into the air, collided head-on with the five swords.

In an instant, the impact brought a sonic boom, roaring like piercing eardrums.

Wu Ming himself did not retreat but advanced, he bullied himself and grabbed a precious sword directly in his hand.

"Buzzing..." The sword was caught and trembled violently.

A jade-like light flashed all over Wu Ming's body. Instead of being shocked, he laughed and said, "If it was me before, it would be too late to dodge when I met you. But now, I am a fellow practitioner of the two groups, and my physical body is no longer me. Weakness!"

After laughing loudly, Wu Ming raised his fist and thumped the sword heavily.

One, two, three.
With a punch, the light on the sword flowed, like a beaten weapon embryo, and cracks appeared on the sword body.

"Fist of Destruction!"

"Crack."

With the last punch, the treasured sword let out a mournful cry, turning into fragments of iron and shattering into pieces, with the faint intention of being combined together.

After seeing these swords shattered, they still refused to give up and wanted to put them back together.

Wu Ming's gaze was fixed, and he pressed down with his right hand. Suddenly, accompanied by bursts of cold air, the shattered sword was frozen on the ground.

After finishing all this, Wu Ming raised his head and looked around.

I saw the remaining 22 swords rising into the sky at the same time. There was a faint red light on the swords, and the two pairs began to fuse quickly.

"There are still changes!" Wu Ming's face became gloomy, and he took the lead in launching the attack.

The other monks also noticed something was wrong, and various attacks followed one after another, trying to interrupt the fusion of these swords.

Ding Ding Ding.
A series of attacks interrupted the fusion of the fourteen swords.

After the fusion was interrupted, these swords also seemed to be backlashed, falling to the ground one by one, without the charm of before.

It's a pity that the fusion of fourteen swords was interrupted, and eight of them still slipped through the net.

Before everyone could attack again, the eight fish that slipped through the net had been completely fused to form four blood-red swords, which exuded a pungent bloody smell.

(End of this chapter)