The black divine soul phantom suddenly turned his two big red lantern-like eyes and looked in the direction of Lu Xiucai, who was holding a sword in his left hand.

He snorted heavily: "I said why didn't you move this little immortal Dao, it turned out that you were secretly consolidating this newly arrived realm, but do you know why I deliberately pretended not to see it when I saw it, just let you kid consolidate the realm?"

The black soul phantom turned into a hehe and said: "Boy, to tell you the truth, this heaven and earth, the entire Dongtianmen realm, only need one old immortal, that is to say, if you become that little immortal, his old immortal will really die, how about it? The old immortal surnamed Xie is your master, right? Whether he dies or not, it is all in the hands of your kid." ”

Lu Xiucai raised his head, compared to the huge black cloud where the black phantom was located nearly a hundred meters above, his height of several meters was still low.

There is a common saying in sword cultivation, the distance is not enough for the sword to make up, so he Lu Xiucai continued to raise his hand to make up the sword, and if one sword was not enough, he continued to use a sword, and after two swords in a row, Lu Xiucai kicked into the air, and the sword in his left hand became a two-handed grip on the hilt of the sword, and his face seemed to swing out with some difficulty.

The time between the three swords was actually extremely short, because his Lu Xiucai's sword speed was extremely fast.

So above the sky of the forbidden mountain, there was a strong sword intent, which belonged to him Lu Xiucai.

The phantom turned by the black divine soul felt the oncoming sword intent for the second time and frowned slightly, but it was only slightly frowned.

Because for him, the young man's previous two swords were like tickling, and even scratching were extremely reluctant, as for the current three swords for him at this moment, at most they could only be regarded as decent.

The three swords are all extremely fast, but the last sword is even faster, and even the slowest sword catches up with the previous two swords, so the three swords become the only sword.

The illusory shadow turned by the black divine soul seems to be in good spirits, after all, his cultivation is extremely high, and he has this Xuan Emperor three times in the heavens, but in this forbidden mountain for some reasons, he can't be regarded as a cultivator of the realm of the three heavens.

Two extremely long arms swayed and swayed, and in front of him, as if in formation, a full ten black swords of different lengths glowing with dim light appeared.

It's like the fingers on the two extremely long arms detached out and became a separate body.

The black soul phantom turned into a mind that drove these long swords forward one after another.

As a result, there was a swishing sound of breaking the air one after another above his head, as well as repeated sword intent.

In the nearly 100-meter sky open space on the Forbidden Mountain, the sound of swords colliding was endless.

Ten swords against one sword, it is not a loss.

The three swords of his Lu Xiucai, one sword in the strict sense, and the ten finger swords of the black soul turned into an illusory shadow, all ended up together.

Even the slightest trace of sword intent failed to leave a single bit.

And the ten finger swords that the black soul phantom turned into also continued on those ten fingers.

The phantom turned by the black divine soul gently fiddled with his ten sword-like fingers, his face was full of ease, as if he had eaten this old and young two old immortals, and said with a smile: "Little guy, you really can't do it! Do you want me to wait for you?"

Lu Xiucai glanced up at the phantom turned by the black spirit, and then the figure disappeared into mid-air, but it was back on the ground, next to the thatched house, on crutches on the old man's side.

The old man on crutches looked at Lu Xiucai and said in his own voice: "Although it is still a little bit worse in the end, it doesn't matter if it's just that, okay, this Dongtianmen is now completely handed over to you, and you can do what you want to do." ”

Then the old man on crutches raised his head and looked at the black spirit phantom above his head, with a smile on his face.

The black spirit phantom also looked at the old man on crutches, and suddenly felt as if something was wrong, or something strange.

Fortunately, there are no two clusters of high eyebrows on the eyes of the two big red lanterns of the black soul phantom, otherwise the eyebrows at this time do not know what kind of appearance they will pile up.

The old man on crutches looked up at the only old friend he had, and muttered to himself, "Dongtianmen?

After getting the old man on crutches to answer exactly, Lu Xiucai closed his eyes tightly, and only then did he have his own body and mind and all the power of the Dao Divine Soul, and the Divine Soul turned into wisps and overflowed in the entire forbidden mountain space.

The black soul phantom felt more and more weird, so he used his soul to investigate the forbidden mountain world around him, and then he found that this entire forbidden mountain world seemed to have become a master, excluding his divine soul, which was particularly incompatible with the power of his divine soul.

Looking down at the old man on crutches who was now leisurely and leisurely, the black soul phantom suddenly scolded with his soul: "Old guy, it seems that you really want to play for real, do you know that I can't be killed? At most, it will be replaced by another me, and then you Dongtianmen will not have such a comfortable life as you have now?"

In the small world of the forbidden mountain, the old man on crutches before was really like a god sitting in a mansion, if the old man on crutches was willing to pay some price, he could actually kill the hungry phantom turned by the black soul, but like the black soul phantom, he was afraid of death, and he went to look for it? Wouldn't killing one and coming back the other make trouble for himself?

So even if he can kill him, he doesn't kill him, just like what the other party said, that black soul phantom can't be killed, it's just another him.

As for whether it was for the sake of the entire Dongtianmen monks? For an old man who had lived for thousands of years, the strength and weakness of the entire Dongtianmen monks were nothing more than dispensable to him.

According to the old man's words, what does it matter to him whether someone else lives or dies?

Besides, if it weren't for him, the gatekeeper who didn't change his name, the monks of the East Heavenly Gate would not have lived such a leisurely life.

The old man on crutches looked at his old friend, and said with a chuckle: "It's time to change, and this day should also change." ”

The black soul phantom turned into three good words in a row, and then the big mouth cracked at an extremely exaggerated angle, as if he couldn't laugh anymore.

A long sword seemed to emerge from the top of his head, and it was extremely huge.

The person who held the sword was not one person, but the Lu Xiucai whose soul was scattered throughout the Forbidden Mountain.