"I didn't expect that my dignified Mahayana monk would be reduced to the point of using intrigues and tricks to deal with two ants, what an irony!

However, after absorbing the blood of these two little guys, my 'Ten Thousand Blood Elixir' will almost be successfully refined, and in time, I will be able to recover from my injuries and return to the Cold Realm, the 'Cave of Gods and Demons', right? Wait for me, and when I go back, I must find your lineage. The heirs who came out of it, I saw one kill the other, in this life, you don't want to become immortals! ”

The long-bearded old man leaned against the dark coffin and said to himself.

He was originally a Mahayana monk in the cold world, and the Dao name 'Soul Eater' was the sect master of the Imperial Soul Sect, ruling a domain of mountains and rivers, with a status under one person and above ten thousand, it is not an exaggeration to say that he frowned, and there were millions of floating corpses.

In order to refine his natal magic weapon, he went to another domain, and without knowing the local Taoist system, he went on a killing spree and collected divine materials. Just when he was about to collect enough souls and divine materials, a mysterious powerhouse suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

With just one move, the strong man beat him to a state of serious injury and near death with an absolutely crushing attitude.

If it weren't for the fact that the mysterious powerhouse remembered that his cultivation was not easy, and he was moved by compassion, I am afraid that he would have died in the hands of that great power, and he would not have come to the Heavenly Spirit Realm alive at all.

But even so, the Soul Eater is also seriously injured, and there is a possibility of falling at any time.

Fortunately, before the strong man from the Cave of Gods and Demons banished him to the Heavenly Spirit Realm, he easily brought back a tree of life unique to the Cold Realm, and relied on its breath of life to survive until now.

Because the injuries in his body were too serious, after entering the Heavenly Spirit Realm, the Soul Eater used the secret method of soul refining in the sect to train a small race living under the tree of life into a special creature to protect himself, and then set up a large array, and then fell into a deep sleep and recovered from his injuries.

It took 2,000 years to completely suppress the injury so that it would not continue to worsen.

Then, he regained a wisp of consciousness and incarnated into the current long-bearded old man, as for his body, he had been sleeping in the dark coffin and never woke up.

In order to allow the body to recover as soon as possible, the long-bearded old man deliberately released a rumor, saying that there was a powerful cultivation cave here, and then set up a large array to kill the Heavenly Spirit Realm monks who came here to find creation, and wanted to use their blood to practice the 'Ten Thousand Soul Blood Medicine', so as to awaken the blood and qi of the body and restore his full consciousness.

If you want to practice the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Elixir, you need the blood of ten thousand monks.

In a thousand years, the long-bearded old man had already collected the blood of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight monks, and he was just two short of the last two to successfully refine the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Medicine.

And Li Mo and Zhang Chao are the last two.

Just when the long-bearded old man was thinking about what kind of force the Cave of Gods and Demons was, where it was entrenched, and how many strong people were in charge, a change occurred.

A sudden cyan sword light tore through the formation he had set up, and slashed in the direction where he was, and the sword was surrounded by fierce sword intent, extremely sharp.

In the face of this oncoming sword, the long-bearded old man did not dare to be careless, and with a wave of his right hand, a pitch-black iron pillar rose from the flat and smooth ground, and the iron pillar was engraved with mysterious spells, and a layer of black light flashed on it, exuding a power that did not belong to the heavenly spirit realm.

This iron pillar is ten zhang long and one zhang thick, the material is like divine iron, and the shape is like a giant pillar.

"Boom!"

A sound of metal colliding sounded, echoing in the huge underground space, and the shock was a puff of dust, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

The appearance of the mysterious iron pillar completely blocked the sword that Li Mo slashed out.

When the dust had completely cleared, the long-bearded old man's gaze was fixed on the figure standing in the field.

Follow his gaze.

An elegant and extraordinary figure, holding a long sword carved like immortal jade, like an immortal descending from the nine heavens, exuding a colorful glow all over his body.

This person was none other than Li Mo who tore through the white mist ring with a sword.

And not far from him, there was also a tall young man, but the young man at the moment was quite embarrassed, his robe was in tatters, his body was covered with terrible wounds, and the bright red blood stained his robe red, and the injury was extremely serious, as if a gust of wind blew him down.

But despite this, the young man's eyes were also filled with an unyielding look, as if these scars were nothing to him, and they were not too much for him to bear.

This seriously injured teenager was Zhang Chao, who entered the white ring with Li Mo.

What he was facing was a black-robed puppet with an innate sixth-level cultivation.

In the white fog ring, he used all his hole cards and tried his best to defeat his opponent.

Just when he thought that he had passed the test and was about to obtain a powerful treasure, he encountered the same situation as Li Mo.

The black-robed puppet that fell to the ground exploded with a bang, and countless powerful sword qi gushed out from its body, each of which was not weaker than the blow of an innate fifth-layer cultivator.

Although Zhang Chao was gifted and intelligent, and his combat power far surpassed that of a monk of the same realm, he had just experienced a great battle, and the spiritual power in his body was excessively consumed, and he could not recover in a moment, and he was powerless to resist this heavenly sword qi at all.

Helpless, he could only rely on the magic weapons and rune paper he carried, and struggled to support it.

Just when his magic weapon was exhausted, he couldn't resist the sword qi, and he was about to fall.

A cyan sword attacked, and the sword rushed out from the white mist above, slamming into the ring, and instantly penetrating the ring, revealing a gap to the outside world.

Seeing this, Zhang Chao naturally would not let go of this opportunity, so he gave up resisting the sword qi, hit all his spiritual power together, and bombarded the crack fiercely.

When he gave up resistance and gathered the spiritual power of his whole body, the sword qi flying in the air fell on his body, leaving terrifying scars one after another.

Zhang Chao didn't have time to care about the wounds on his body, and stared calmly at the cracks in front of him.

Because he knew that this rift was his only life.

Faced with the crisis of life and death, the potential in Zhang Chao's body was stimulated, and it originally took him five breaths to gather the spiritual power of his whole body, but it only took two breaths to gather it.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhang Chao bombarded all the spiritual power in his body on the crack, and after an earth-shattering sound, the white mist ring was broken, and he also successfully left the ring and returned to the underground space.

When the long-bearded old man saw the two of them back here, his face was gloomy and unsightly.

"The Jindan period monk can break the formation, that's it, why did the cultivation of the two of you also pass the formation I set? Could it be that after countless uses, the power of the formation has been greatly reduced, and it has reached the point where even you can easily break it? ”

Without waiting for Li Mo to speak, Zhang Chao on the side coughed violently.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Bright red blood spilled on the pitch-black ground, and disappeared in an instant.