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Lin Dong and others looked at Shen Yun in surprise, with deep shock in their eyes.
The Tai'a Sword is Shen Yun's symbol, and he has killed too many enemies with this sword.
"Master Shen, the Taia Sword is your spiritual weapon, could this..." Guo Ziang walked over and reminded Shen Yun.
"She is more suitable for this sword than me." Shen Yun said lightly.
In his hands, the Taia Sword will slowly become useless, but in Bai Muxue's hands, the Taia Sword will shine with its own light.
"Brother Shen, I..." Bai Muxue raised her head, she looked at Shen Yun, gritted her teeth, and continued: "This is your sword, I can't take it."
"From now on, it's yours." Shen Yun's voice was calm. He looked at Bai Muxue and said slowly, "How can a sword cultivator not have a sword of his own?"
Bai Muxue lowered her head, she didn't know what to say.
Ever since she met Shen Yun, Shen Yun has been helping her without asking for anything in return.
"Now, come up and draw your sword." Shen Yun looked at Bai Muxue and said lightly.
Spiritual weapons have spirits. Unless one is extremely powerful, it is difficult to subdue a spiritual weapon.
Of course, if you are gifted and talented, the spiritual weapon will naturally recognize you and be willing to submit to you.
Bai Muxue is a person with a sword heart. She is a natural swordsman, so the Taia Sword will naturally recognize her.
Bai Muxue took a deep breath, raised her feet and walked towards the Taia Sword.
The closer she got to the Taia Sword, the more violently it trembled.
It sounds like cheers, and also like the sound of joy.
A smile appeared on Shen Yun's face, while Guo Ziang and others looked at the scene in shock.
They were all warriors, and very powerful ones at that. The sharp sword intent coming from the Taia Sword made them feel helpless.
But now, Bai Muxue walked in front of the Taia Sword, and seemed not to have felt any sword intent.
"Pull it out, and this sword will belong to you." When Shen Yun saw Bai Muxue standing in front of the Taia Sword, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Bai Muxue took a deep breath, then placed her hand on the hilt of the Taia sword.
call out!
The Taia sword trembled slightly, and the entire sword soared into the sky and fell into Bai Muxue's hand.
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Chapter 95: The Ten Shadow Sorcerers of the Nara Family
Sang Ji'e, whose face was covered in blood, was furious.
He grabbed Fairy Hongyang's hands with his backhand and slapped her in the face with his other big hand.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound.
Half of Fairy Hongyang's face suddenly became red and swollen.
A great cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was slapped in the face in public, and the cultivators in the air, who were already in low spirits, completely lost their fighting spirit.
The battle was ultimately lost, they had done everything they could.
Several warriors shed tears silently, and the Demon-Subduing City was finished.
The Rakshasa Nation will completely capture the Youmo Star, kill all the cultivators on it, and then use the Youmo Star as a springboard to launch a general attack on the Shenghua Federation.
It won’t be long before the Federation is devastated.
The spiritual energy of the depressed warriors became weaker and weaker, and the violent death energy devoured them bit by bit.
The spiritual energy above the northwest stronghold almost completely disappeared, and deathly energy filled the sky.
Fairy Hongyang, who was slapped in the face, bit her teeth, and with a flash of light in her hand, two silver needles flew out from the palm of her hand.
Hongyang Flying Needle.
This is Fairy Hongyang’s life-saving weapon.
instigate!
Fast as lightning.
Being fired at such a close distance, even though Sangji'e was a great wizard, he was caught off guard.
However, Fairy Hongyang was seriously injured, and the power of Hongyang Flying Needles was greatly reduced.
One of them pierced through Sangji'e's shoulder, and the other was bitten tightly by Sangji'e.
Apart from breaking a few teeth, Sang Ji'e managed to block Hong Yang's flying needle.
Fairy Hongyang had a lonely look on her face and sighed softly as she stood in the Demon-Subduing City on the Ghost Demon Star for hundreds of years.
Today, the luck has run out.
However, Fairy Hongyang did not give up. Suddenly, the spiritual energy around her surged and she burst out with an astonishing aura.
Sang Ji'e, who was approaching, was shocked and stared at the Fairy Hongyang who was emitting a huge aura with a look of horror.
This spiritual energy made Sangji'e feel terrified.
Not far away, Qin Zhan struggled to stand up and tried to say something, but no sound came out. He was too badly injured.
The warriors in the air were also sad instead of happy when they saw this scene.
Fairy Hongyang is burning the spiritual blood of her Nascent Soul, which will seriously damage her foundation. The best result will be that her cultivation will not improve at all and there will be no possibility of advancement.
In the worst case, one’s cultivation level will drop drastically and one will become disabled.
Life is better than death.
As the soldiers were feeling sad, Fairy Hongyang looked coldly at Sangji'e in front of her, and her pair of slender hands that were captured opened slightly.
Sangji'e tried his best to hold on but couldn't, and could only watch helplessly as the slender hands broke free.
Snapped!
There was no movement from Fairy Hongyang, only a crisp sound was heard.
Sangji'e's hideous and ugly face was hit hard, and he fell sideways to the ground with his face pressed against the hard scorched earth. He slid hundreds of meters before stopping, forming a deep gully on the ground.
When Sangji'e got up, half of his face was covered in blood and flesh, revealing the white bones inside. His already hideous face became even more terrifying and ugly.
"Damn it, you bitch, you're looking for death." Sangji'e was furious, and a stream of deathly energy surged around his body, swirling into a dragon from the underworld.
Without the Soul-Devouring Spear, Sang Ji'e can still use this move, but its power is not as great as when the Soul-Devouring Spear is in its incarnation.
The dragon from the underworld roared and rushed towards Fairy Hongyang.
Fairy Hong Yang, whose Nascent Soul Blood was burning, smiled contemptuously. At this moment, her strength was even better than when she was at her peak.
, how could he take the mere witchcraft seriously?
Hongyang's flying sword shot out quickly.
With a loud bang, but without much noise, the Netherworld dragon that was charging over was annihilated by Hongyang's flying sword.
Sang Ji'e was shocked and spit out a mouthful of saliva, "These damned human cultivators, why are none of them afraid of death, willing to burn their Nascent Soul blood to continue fighting, it's really troublesome, the good material of the witch puppet is damaged like this, damn it."
Just as Fairy Hongyang was about to continue attacking Sangji'e, she suddenly felt something tight behind her. Without giving herself time to think, the Hongyang Flying Sword immediately turned into a rainbow of light and shot behind her.
Uromai, who had been floating high in the sky, gave up looking for that telekinesis. Seeing Fairy Hongyang's last glimmer of life, he threw the Soul-Devouring Spear in his hand with great force, and it turned into a black light and shot towards the ground.
A trace of dark thunder and lightning was wrapped around the Soul-Devouring Halberd, and hundreds of netherworld ghosts poured out from the halberd.
When they met the rainbow light, with a clang, the halberd and the Hongyang flying sword collided with each other. The rainbow light on the flying sword suddenly dimmed, and the remaining light was quickly swallowed up and melted by hundreds of netherworld ghosts. The Hongyang flying sword and the soul-devouring halberd fell to the ground together.
"What?" Fairy Hongyang was shocked.
Although Hongyang's flying sword knocked down the Soul-Devouring Halberd, those ghosts from the underworld did not disappear and continued to fly towards Fairy Hongyang.
Waves of shrill ghostly sounds came roaring in.
Hundreds of ghosts from the underworld entered the body of Fairy Hongyang and flew out from the back.
After flying out, these ghosts gradually disappeared into the void.
The aura of Fairy Hongyang continued to weaken, and the violent aura that burned the Nascent Soul's spiritual blood quickly disappeared.
When all the ghosts from the underworld penetrated Fairy Hongyang, there was no breath left on her body. She was like a mortal woman standing there helplessly, with a faint smile appearing on her exquisite and beautiful face.
Now, she couldn't even self-destruct.
Ulomai appeared in front of Fairy Hongyang. His huge body was more than three meters tall, like a Rakshasa Vajra from hell. Fairy Hongyang was petite and weak, less than one meter seventy tall. When standing next to Ulomai, she was not even as tall as a child.
"Are you Fairy Hongyang? A great cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage? Tsk tsk, is there really no one in the Shenghua Federation now? You're nothing special." Uromai said sarcastically.
As he spoke, Uromai's eyes turned a little strange when he looked at Fairy Hongyang, and his greed became more and more obvious.
Fairy Hongyang had completely lost her resistance and no longer had any ability to protect herself. She was completely naked and exposed to the air.
Uromai saw through the Nascent Soul in Fairy Hongyang's body at a glance.
"Huh? It's actually a pure yin body, a Yuanpo ghost infant. Hahaha, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. Nowadays, there are people who can separate their souls and cultivate them into Yuanying. Hongyang, aren't you a great tonic, a true human soul Ganoderma lucidum?" Ulomai laughed.
When Xiangyou and Sangji'e heard this, they both instantly revealed greedy looks.
This kind of human female cultivator is extremely rare. Once encountered, it is a great opportunity for the witch to have intercourse with her.
Absorb the pure Yin power, and then absorb the Yuanpo ghost infant together.
A witch ghost can become a great witch ghost in one leap, and an ordinary great witch ghost can become a high-level great witch ghost, which is almost comparable to the Witch Ancestor's Blood Pool.
To the Netherworld, such a female cultivator from the human race is a supreme talent and treasure that can only be found once in a century.
"Those who see
You don’t want to keep it all to yourself, do you?” Xiang You spoke first.
"Uromai, if each of the three of us absorbs a part, it will be enough to greatly increase our strength." Sangji'e's voice was low.
Among human cultivators, murders for treasures happen from time to time, and the same is true among ghosts.
Once huge interests are involved, the ugliest side of human nature and evil nature will be exposed without reservation.
Uromai naturally wanted to take it all for himself, but facing the two ghost generals from the underworld, Xiangyou and Sangji'e, what he feared was not their strength, but the power behind them.