"Nonsense! The old man is sober-minded, so why should he be controlled by this sword! However, it is most suitable for your immortal bone and immortal blood to refine a magic weapon. The old man who entered the demon screamed angrily, and then stared at Dongfang Zi Mo Senran with strange eyes and smiled.

"Using the body of a monk to refine magic weapons, you still say that you are sober! Could it be that these magic weapons are also made by you from the flesh and blood of monks?! Dongfang Zimo frowned, and looked at the long sword in his hand in dismay.

"Hey, hey! How can a good sword be forged without the flesh and blood of a monk! The sword behind you and the magic weapon in your hand are all made of the flesh and blood of the Zhuji monk, but it's a pity that these people's cultivation is too low to refine a good magic weapon, as for you, a Jindan monk, if you cooperate with the old man's several precious materials, maybe you can forge a powerful magic weapon. The old man who entered the demon showed a crazy look on his face, and he pointed a little flying sword in the air, and suddenly hundreds of sword blades flew towards Dongfang Zimo in unison.

Dongfang Zimo snorted coldly, pinched the trick with one hand, and sacrificed the red flame long blade, this sword slipped and turned in the air, and a fiery red barrier blocked all those flying swords outside.

Dongfang Zimo shook his robe again, and a purple-gold ancient umbrella flew out, which was the Qiankun umbrella that could absorb all things.

The ancient umbrella was surrounded by spiritual light, and as soon as it was opened, a strange wind swept out, and the flying swords swept away in the air.

Hundreds of flying swords lost control for a while, and all of them were sucked into the Qiankun umbrella by the strange wind, and when they were closed, they fell back into Dongfang Zimo's hands.

"How is this possible!" The old man was shocked, staring at the purple-gold ancient umbrella in disbelief.

"Your Excellency, you might as well try the power of your sword formation." Dongfang Zimo sneered, and with a shake of the Qiankun umbrella in his hand, the hundreds of flying swords that had been sucked into the umbrella swiped out together, and all flew towards the old man who had entered the demon.

The face of the old man who had entered the demon was gloomy, and the sword in his hand was as black as ink in vain, and a terrifying aura burst out.

Under the wash of this fierce aura, hundreds of flying swords were all broken into scrap iron, and their power was undiminished and slashed straight towards Dongfang Zimo's side.

After seeing the power of this sword qi, Dongfang Zimo naturally didn't dare to take it hard, and as soon as the mana in his body was mentioned, the whole person actually flew away directly, and flew out of the hall in a flash.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then chased after him with a burst of anger.

"Leave your body to the old man!"

In the sky above the Sword Peak, two rays of light chased and fled, and from time to time there was the angry voice of the old man who had entered the demon.

Dongfang Zimo swept around with a solemn expression, and finally fell down a hill.

The old man who entered the demon was originally a mid-stage cultivator of Jindan, and when he saw Dongfang Zimo flying down, he was one with light, and he came to the sky above the upper mound with a few flashes, and his divine sense swept down and quickly locked Dongfang Zimo under the boulder.

The old man who entered the demon held a long sword as black as ink and waved, and a terrible cry of ghosts and wolves came out, and several sword qi swept horizontally and vertically.

Dongfang Zimo under the boulder had a calm face, and with a pinch of the sword technique, the Qingyun Sword floating in front of him split into six at once, each of which was as delicate as the main body.

Between the collision between the two, the Qingyun Sword shattered like tofu at the touch of a touch, and the six Qingyun Swords were quickly cut into pieces, and together they cut Dongfang Zimo into several pieces of flesh and blood.

A Jindan monk fell in these several sword qi at this point.

The old man who entered the demon did not feel happy, but frowned, and his scarlet eyes kept sweeping around.

"Such a powerful doppelganger, I almost even hid it from the old man." The old man muttered in a gloomy tone.

"Huh! Your Excellency found out too late. Behind a big tree, Dongfang Zimo's voice suddenly came.

Hearing this, the old man who entered the demon threw a sword qi at the big tree without thinking, and the big tree more than ten zhang high was cut like this, and a figure flew out of it.

When the old man in the demon saw it, he wanted to fly and chase it, but suddenly found that there was a flash of spiritual light on the ground, and the pupils of the old man in the demon shrank, and he just looked down and found something.

"When did you lay the sword array!" The old man cried out in a lost voice.

I saw that a strange circle of magic circles had formed on the ground at some point, which was a hundred feet wide, and there was a cyan long sword standing there in the middle of the circle.

"When you appeared here, you fell into my Earth Demon Sword Formation." Somewhere in the void, Dongfang Zimo stood in the air and said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, a light wind suddenly blew in the Earth Demon Sword Array, and at first the old man who entered the demon didn't pay attention to it, but after being blown by these breezes, he found that his whole body was cut into small sword marks.

The old man who had entered the demon was shocked, and his body was full of anger, and a dark red barrier blocked these light winds from the outside.

However, soon, after some changes in the Earth Demon Sword Array, a hurricane condensed out, surging to involve the demon old man inside.

The old man who entered the demon suddenly screamed, and the Dao robe on his body was even more tattered by these sword winds, and sword marks continued to burst out on his body.

Just as Dongfang Zimo was thinking that he had finally trapped this mid-stage cultivator, the changes in front of him made him frown slightly.

The old man's ink-black sword suddenly stirred, and it also exuded a powerful aura.

Under these angry angers, the old man also became irritable, his face was covered with magic lines, his eyes shot blood, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar.

In an instant, the long sword in the old man's hand came out of his hand, and with a dripping turn in the air, countless lonely souls flew out, and a terrifying aura shook these sword winds to pieces.

Even the Qingyun Sword, which was the formation of the Earth Demon Sword Formation, was swept away by this aura.

The entire sword array gradually dissipated because of the lack of suppression by the Qingyun Sword.

The scarlet eyes of the old man swept around, as if he had found something, revealing a hint of laughter.

"Do you dare to use such carving insect skills to show ugliness?" As soon as the old man grasped his five fingers, he was about to extinguish the flying green flame, but the moment he came into contact with this green flame, his face was shocked.

"That's not right! What is this time! "The old man who entered the demon not only did not extinguish this green flame, but his entire arm was ignited.

Under the frightened look of the old man who entered the demon, he wanted to use his spiritual power to extinguish the green flame in his hand, but it had no effect at all.

Soon, the old man was eroded by the green flames, and flew up and down in the air, screaming in pain.

Not far away, Dongfang Zimo stood in the air, dragging a ball of green flame in his hand, looking at everything in front of him with an expressionless face.

The green flame that the old man received was the flame of the demon soul that Dongfang Zimo had obtained from the Venerable Demon Flame.

This demonic flame is extremely powerful, even if the Jindan monk accidentally hits this flame, it will immediately turn to ashes.