Fei Yu Sword Venerable shouted angrily: "Ten thousand swords are fired!"

Tens of thousands of small swords shot towards Mo Wuchang in a dense manner, and the sword light flickered, making the eyes of all the onlookers dry and painful, and even some of them were already dozens of miles away, but they were still stabbed and almost shed tears.

The old dream fairy on the other side shouted, "Stormy waves!"

An endless sea suddenly appeared in mid-air, encircling them heavily, and waves of imposing waves were set off on the sea, sweeping towards Mo Wuchang from all directions, as if to sweep him into the waves.

Just as this vast sea appeared, a burst of flying sand and rocks were set off below, making those low-level monks unable to stand steadily, and their bodies floated up, almost being sucked into the sea.

The Yuanying monks of Xuantian Sect immediately joined forces, clothed a heavy protective shield, and protected Xuantian Sect to death.

In the mountains and forests outside the Xuantian Sect, giant trees were crumbling, but they were uprooted in a short moment, and they were swept into the air, floating on the sea, rolling with the waves.

All that remained was a mess on the ground, and the land was bare, as if a catastrophe had just been experienced.

The onlookers couldn't help but worry about Mo Wuchang, especially the disciples of Xuantian Sect, who were all so nervous.

The Fate Fairy and Haokong Daozun had no intention of making a move, just the Ten Thousand Swords of the Non-Rain Sword Venerable was already very tricky, and there were the stormy waves of the Old Dream Fairy who wanted to unite, it was very difficult for Mo Wuchang to dodge this blow, it was almost impossible.

Unexpectedly, when the killing moves of the two had arrived in front of him, Mo Wuchang spit out a sentence lightly: "Thousands of mountains and rivers." ”

The next moment, the tens of thousands of small swords and the waves of frenzy stagnated in the air, and there were mountains and rivers in front of them, one after another, separated from Mo Wuchang by thousands of mountains and rivers, and they couldn't reach Mo Wuchang.

The Haokong Dao Venerable and the Fortune Fairy in mid-air could see what was going on.

The Yuanying Cultivator of the Xuantian Sect also knew the reason.

The low-ranking monks on the ground were dumbfounded, what was the situation?

The target was close at hand, but the killing move stopped, as if frozen in the air.

The fighting method of the Avatar Monk is really different, and the danger is approaching in front of him, but it can be easily resolved.

Feiyu Jianzun said with a solemn expression: "When did you achieve the perfection of your artistic conception?"

In the eyes of high-level monks, they fight just children's plays, and they can't be called fighting methods, after all, everyone knows those spells, and it only depends on what kind of attribute spell each person's spiritual root uses.

Monks above Jindan can create their own moves, or they can learn other moves, just as Liuyin Daozun said to Xiao Chengzi back then, the difference between Jindan and Zhuji, one is heaven and the other is earth, Qi refining monks can cross the border to kill the Zhuji monks, and the Zhuji monks will never be able to defeat the Jindan monks across the border.

If it is integrated into the artistic conception, the effect of the move can be multiplied.

The old dream fairy's eyes were surging with murderous intent, "What can the artistic conception be complete?"

The artistic conception is divided into three stages: small success, large success, and consummation.

What can be comprehended by oneself can only be Xiaocheng, and if you want to achieve great artistic conception, you can be lucky, and you can have an epiphany, but the probability is very low.

Generally, the artistic conception wants to be completed by external objects, such as the essence of the five elements, but the current fortune of the Guiyuan world has declined, and the essence of the five elements cannot be generated, which is only available in some ancient immortal mansions or secret realms.

If you want to complete the artistic conception, you need a lot of essence of the five elements.

What Mo Wuchang comprehended was the meaning of wood, and it was actually the meaning of perfect wood.

Mo Wuchang said: "The deity also wants to know how to complete the artistic conception!"

In front of everyone's eyes, his momentum skyrocketed, and his cultivation was also rising.

Mo Wuchang's cultivation reached the realm of refining in the shocked eyes of the old dream fairy and others.

Fei Yu Jian Zun said: "It's not good! he must have used some secret method to greatly increase his strength!"

didn't have time to give them a chance to retreat, Mo Wuchang said: "Heaven and earth are separated, give me points!"

The overwhelming greenery spread with Mo Wuchang as the center, directly dodging the old dream fairy, and being trapped, the two seemed to be separated in another world, the old dream fairy's heart tightened, and it was actually a realm above the cultivation cultivator!

The old dream fairy stared at Mo Wuchang angrily: "You...... You are despicable and shameless!"

This kind of secret method that violates the laws of nature can greatly improve people's strength in a short period of time, and the price after using it is also very large!

Of course, if you want to see the price of Mo Wuchang, you have to make her hold on until that time.

The old dream fairy sacrificed the natal magic weapon glazed holy water bottle.

The old dream fairy has obtained a cloud of water essence in the heavenly palace of the ancestor of Qinglingmen, and her artistic conception of water has also reached the Dacheng realm, and she herself is a cultivator in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, although her strength is not as good as that of Feiyu Jianzun, but it is much stronger than the likes of the fairy of the fate.

She held the glass water bottle in one hand and pressed it against the glass water bottle with the other.

As she let out a low shout, "The blue sea is monstrous!"

The monstrous flood poured out of the glass holy water bottle, setting off huge waves, and there was a great momentum to break through this green world.

Mo Wuchang was a fake cultivator after all, and this piece of heaven and earth was shaken by the impulse of the huge waves.

Mo Wuchang made a move without delay, "Dead wood is spring!"

Dense countless branches sprouted from the feet of the old dream fairy, and the huge waves rushed down, these green branches stretched out enchantingly, penetrating through the waves, and the attack was a little stronger, rolling towards the old dream fairy.

The old dream fairy's figure kept flashing, and the countless branches followed her closely.

The low-level monks who were watching couldn't see what the situation was at all, but suddenly there was a big flip, and Mo Wuchang, who should have been pressed and beaten, forced the old dream fairy to have no way out, and everyone was full of doubts in their hearts.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect clenched their fists, and they were all extremely nervous.

First, a disciple was in high spirits and said, "Kill this old demon woman! Xuantian Sect is not a place where she can spread wild!"

Immediately after that, all the disciples shouted excitedly.

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

However, in just a moment, Fei Yu Jianzun and the others outside immediately reacted.

Fei Yu Jian Zun said: "Old dream, we will help you break through his shackles!"

Fei Yu Sword Venerable and Haokong Dao Venerable joined forces to attack Mo Wuchang's realm.

The Fate Fairy glanced at Mo Wuchang in the realm, and saw that the attention of the other people was not on her, so she turned around and flew away without thinking about it.

The green world was crumbling under the attack of the two god-transforming cultivators, and Mo Wuchang had no time to take care of it.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his appearance changed from young to middle-aged in a short period of time, his temples were dyed with a trace of frost, and there was a sense of vicissitudes after years of tempering, the price of the secret method was the loss of longevity, and this price could not be paid by impermanence!

He lifted the green sword, and a sword shadow seemed to be about to cut this green heavenly path in half, and slashed towards the old dream fairy.

The old dream fairy couldn't avoid it, and as she watched the sword shadow fall towards her, she wailed, "No!"