After three months......

After a long period of running-in, the secret realm of Lianyun Mountain is already looming, and the secret space and reality have begun to merge. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The six major sects gathered in the secret outer encirclement, and there were thousands of people, led by the monks of the Transformation Stage of their respective sects.

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

Suddenly, the secret space flashed brightly, completely blending with the real space, revealing a dark spatial fault.

"Through the light curtain, it is in the secret realm, and the elders who have cultivated to a high level will lead the disciples into the secret realm!"

The various sects gave orders, and countless elders who had cultivated to the Yuan Infant and above led their disciples to rush to the secret realm.

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

Monks who cultivated below the Yuanying Realm were not affected to enter the secret realm as usual, but those who cultivated higher than the Yuanying Realm were blocked one after another.

"What's the matter, there are restrictions on entering this secret realm?"

"Let's try again and see if we can break through the secret realm protection, and let us go in too."

The elders who were stopped took action one after another and attacked the nodes exposed by the secret realm.

A wave of attacks went down, hitting the gray light curtain, and all the attacks were bounced back.

Many people who couldn't dodge were hit by their own attacks, and the whole scene was chaotic.

... In the Secret Realm...

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

Wu Ming only felt that the space was constantly reversed, and when the whole person opened his eyes, the surrounding scenery had changed.

It's an underground palace, and it's a hall where everyone is located, with a glowing night pearl overhead, illuminating the surrounding scenery.

Wu Ming looked up and found that there were about 2,000 people in the hall, and twenty-four quaint swords were quietly hanging on the surrounding walls.

"Hey, what about the elders who lead the team, why are we left?"

"Look, there's a sword on the wall, it's a treasure!"

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

In the next second, the entire hall trembled slightly, and twenty-four ancient swords rose into the air at the same time.

"Buzz!"

With a sword roar, the disciple who reached out and touched the sword was split in two in an instant.

After the sword saw the blood, the prelude to the slaughter was instantly opened, and the twenty-four swords turned into twenty-four rays of light, and began to shuttle through the crowd.

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

Someone in the crowd shouted, but it was too late.

I saw that in front of these twenty-four swords, the disciples of the Qi cultivation period and the foundation building period simply belonged to the scope of being slaughtered.

The monks of the Jindan stage could barely resist two blows, but in the face of the simultaneous attack of multiple swords, they would also be chopped to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Among the monks present, the highest cultivator was the Yuan Infant Stage disciple, and the number was about hundreds.

Only these Yuanying monks have the power to fight back in the face of the slashing sword, and they can barely protect some of the disciples around them.

"As soon as you enter, it is a killing array, this secret realm, I'm afraid it's not a good place!" Wu Ming protected Chen Yuxin and Chen Xuan, and quickly retreated to a corner, observing the surrounding scene.

In just half a minute's effort, hundreds of disciples with low cultivation were directly killed on the spot.

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

"Senior brother, be careful!" Chen Yuxin's exclamation came from his ears, and Wu Ming quickly looked back, and a sword burst into his eyes.

Wu Ming's whole person stood still, and it was not until the sword was about to slash his body that he moved like a rabbit and swung out with a punch.

"Boom..."

A dull crashing sound came, and the sword was knocked away by Wu Ming's punch, resolving the crisis.

Wu Ming felt it himself, the attack power of this sword was equivalent to the full force of Monk Jindan's blow, and it could not pose a threat to him.

"The monks of the Danding Sect, gather around me and do your best to protect the disciples with low cultivation!" The Yuanying Monk of the Danding Sect issued a summoning order, wanting to gather his disciples together to fight against the sword that had been slashed.

In the next second, the monks of the Danding Sect responded to this senior brother's call.

Suddenly, four swords burst through the air and slashed around the man.

Click...

The expression on his face was full of slackness, and under the gaze of everyone, four blood lines appeared on this Yuan Infant disciple's body, turning into a pile of minced flesh and slumping to the ground.

"How is this possible?" Wu Ming frowned, looking at the Yuan Infant Monk who had been killed, he had a bad premonition.

After he tried it just now, he came to the conclusion that the attack power of these swords was not enough to kill the Yuanying Monk.

But facts speak louder than words, and things that shouldn't have happened happened, which is a bit bizarre.

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

In the entire hall, it was originally turned into a battlefield of Shura, and the blood on the ground had already gathered into a river.

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

"Ahh

There was another scream, and the second Yuanying monk was killed on the spot by the sword.

Wu Ming frowned and stepped out, collided with the two flying swords, and immediately noticed the difference.

The first time he fought with the swords, the attack power of these swords was equivalent to the full force of the Jindan monk. But at this moment, the attack power of these swords has actually increased significantly, and it has crossed to the point where the third-layer monk of Yuanying can strike with all his strength.

"Could it be that this blood can increase the power of these swords!" Feeling the change in strength, Wu Ming's face became solemn.

He can still compete with the attack power of the Yuan Infant Stage, but it is difficult to say no matter how high it is.

If these swords absorb blood, they can increase their strength, even if only to the point of being out of their bodies, enough to put his situation in danger.

"Fire!" Wu Ming slammed his hands together, and three flames suddenly appeared in his hands, bringing a blazing wave.

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

Once, Wu Ming spent more than forty years to reach the point of a legendary mage.

After he was reincarnated, his original spiritual power was not lost, and in the course of fourteen years of growth, he had initially recovered the strength of a legendary mage. If compared to the cultivation world, his magic cultivation is equivalent to the initial entry and exit stage, which is his biggest hole card.

"Go!"

With a flick of his hand, three flames came out of his hand, attacking not the twenty-four swords in the strangulation, but the corpses on the ground.

The fire burned brightly, and the scorching flames consumed everything, and at the same time burned all the blood.

After doing all this, Wu Ming knew that he couldn't wait and see, after all, this first killing array was so powerful, and it was really hard to say what was behind. Even with his selfish character, he needs to protect these people and use them to explore the way behind.

"Earth!" The right hand grabbed forward, and ten meters in front of him, the ground suddenly rolled.

In an instant, a large hand made of dirt rose through the ground and grabbed a sword that was about to fly by.

"Petrify!"

Wu Ming drank in a low voice, grabbed the big hand of the sword, and quickly petrified from the bottom to the top.

The sword that was caught in his hand and struggled desperately was visible to the naked eye, sealed in a large hand made of dirt, and fell into a petrified state together.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

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

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

Wu Ming was covered with a layer of mage armor, and the whole person was like a general on the battlefield, relying on his strong body, punching at the sword that came to kill.

"Fighting the Holy Law, Fist of Killing, Fist of Destruction!"

Countless fist shadows soared into the air, colliding with the five swords.

In an instant, the impact brought a sonic boom and roared like a piercing eardrum.

Wu Ming himself did not retreat but advanced, and the whole person deceived himself and grabbed a sword directly in his hand.

"Buzz buzz!" the sword was caught, and it trembled violently.

Wu Ming's whole body flashed with a jade-like light, not only did he not have any shock, but laughed loudly: "If it was me before, it would be too late to meet you to dodge." But now, I'm a fellow practitioner of both paths, and the physical body is no longer my weakness! ”

After laughing, Wu Ming raised his fist and slammed it towards the sword.

One, two, three......

With a punch, the light on the sword flowed, like the embryo of a weapon that had been beaten, and a slight crack appeared on the sword.

"Fist of Destruction!"

"Click..."

The last punch was struck, and the sword let out a mournful roar, turning into broken iron and falling apart, and faintly meaning to be put together.

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

Wu Ming's eyes froze, and his right hand pressed down directly, and suddenly with a burst of cold air, the shattered sword was frozen on the ground.

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

I saw that the remaining twenty-two swords rose into the air at the same time, and the sword body emitted a faint red light, and the two pairs began to merge rapidly.

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

The other monks, too, sensed that something was wrong, and various attacks followed, trying to interrupt the fusion of these swords.

Ding Ding Ding...

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

After being interrupted and fused, these swords also seemed to be counterattacked, and they fell to the ground one by one, without their previous charm.

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

Without waiting for everyone to attack again, the eight fish that had slipped through the net had completely fused to form four blood-red swords, and the swords exuded a pungent smell of blood. (To be continued.) )