Chapter 1806 Thunder Sword Kills Evil

"Tiancheng Leimu?"

On the opposite side, when Yuan Xian heard the old Taoist words, his eyes suddenly turned towards Ye Chunyang, obviously knowing the role of Tiancheng Leimu.

Ye Chunyang was gloomy and silent.

He guessed early on that the old man wanted to take advantage of him, but he didn't expect that the other party would use his sword formation to pass through the ghost mist.

"Hey, disciple, don't panic. Although your cultivation level is a little low, the power of the thunder in your flying sword is enough for you to walk safely in it." The old Taoist said with a smile.

Hua Yanxi and Hua Fei'er also looked at Ye Chunyang in surprise.

They didn't know Lao Dao's purpose of holding Ye Chunyang hostage at first, and it was only now that they learned that he was carrying such a rare treasure.

When looking at Ye Chunyang, Hua Feier's eyes had a vaguely strange light, as if she had other ideas.

But soon, this abnormality was hidden by her, and no one noticed it.

Ye Chunyang looked ahead, his heart gradually sinking.

Although it is true that his sword array can restrain evil spirits and ghosts, the ghost mist in front of him is vast and endless, and the demons and ghosts in it are all in the stage of becoming gods. Even if the flying sword has the restraint effect, he will definitely exhaust his true power. Yuan died.

"What a good plan!"

Ye Chunyang's heart was filled with murderous intent. This old man never had a good heart.

"He's not your disciple, is he?" Yuan Xian glanced at Ye Chunyang, seemed to have seen some clues, and said with a sneer.

The old man frowned.

"Fellow Taoist, I think that old man just wants to take advantage of you. You can imagine what will happen after you become worthless. Why don't you cooperate with me? I can keep you safe and sound." Yuan Xianyi had no idea at all. Ignore the old ways and poach people directly in person.

Ye Chunyang looked at him and felt something in his heart.

"Yuan Xianyi, do you want to try Pindao's magical powers?" A chill flashed in Laodao's eyes.

"Hahaha... If you think you can defeat Yuan, you can give it a try. Yuan will accompany you to the end!" Yuan Xian said: "But this little brother was unjust and was cheated by you for nothing. The scapegoat, Yuan is really not worth it.”

"What did you say?" The old Taoist looked furious.

But then his eyes flashed and he laughed again. He completely ignored Yuan Xianyi and suddenly pointed back his hand.

A "whoosh" sound!

A ray of light flickered at the fingertips of the old man, and quickly escaped into the center of Ye Chunyang's eyebrows. Ye Chunyang's expression suddenly changed, and he felt a forbidden force quickly rush into his body, imprinted in his Nascent Soul.

"Don't panic, my disciple. This spiritual note can help you to guard your Nascent Soul. If something happens later, this note may be able to help you." The old Taoist said with a smile, but under his seemingly kind smile, There was a chilly feeling.

Ye Chunyang's heart sank!

This note by the old Taoist obviously wants to control his life and death!

The old Taoist then smiled and said: "Of course, if you really want to leave Pindao and go to Yuan Xianyi's place, Pindao will naturally not stop you."

Ye Chunyang cursed secretly. This old man gave him a forbidden curse, but he said it so nicely. It was extremely hypocritical and shameless!

Under the current situation, if he does anything strange at all, he will be killed by this curse immediately!

He looked at Yuan Xianyi and then at Lao Dao, with murderous intent in his heart.

"Master is joking, how could Chunyang betray Master and leave?" Ye Chunyang's words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and his heart was extremely gloomy.

Obviously, with his cultivation level, he cannot be an opponent of the veteran.

After hearing this, the old Taoist was overjoyed and patted his shoulder and said, "Good disciple, as long as you do what Pindao said, Pindao will not treat you badly."

Across the way, Yuan Xianyi felt a little unhappy when he heard Ye Chunyang's words of rejection.

He looked back and forth, and finally said with a sneer: "It is your own fault. Since you are willing to be this old man's puppet, Yuan will not force you. It is a pity that you can have such cultivation at such a young age, but you will die here."

Ye Chunyang felt cold in his heart and did not answer Yuan Xianyi's words.

He lowered his head slightly, and no one noticed that his expression was a little strange at this time.

Just when the old Taoist put the forbidden spell into his body, he was already secretly circulating his magic power and soul. Then he was surprised to find that this forbidden spell seemed to be integrated into his body, but it did not touch his Nascent Soul at all. .

In other words, although the old Taoist planted a forbidden curse on him, this curse... did not have any impact on Ye Chunyang.

Ye Chunyang was overjoyed when he discovered this.

The Taoist's forbidden spell is very mysterious, but it seems that because his technique is practiced in conjunction with the clone, the Nascent Soul is also a little different from ordinary people, so the forbidden spell naturally has no effect on him.

In this way, the old Taoist thought he had control over him, but this was not the case!

"Alright, good disciple, bring out your flying sword. The power of thunder is the nemesis of ghosts. These ghosts cannot be killed with ordinary magic power, but the power of thunder can turn them into ashes." The old Taoist had no intention of delaying and urged Ye Chunyang directly.

"good."

Ye Chunyang's eyes flashed and he said nothing.

At this time, he must not let the old Taoist realize that the forbidden spell is ineffective against him, otherwise the opponent will attack him in advance. The wisest choice is to give up for the time being and then wait for the opportunity to act.

The environment here is harsh for ordinary people, but it is the most favorable condition for Ye Chunyang. Since the other party has concerns about this ghost mist, it may become a useful weapon for him.

With a flick of his sleeves and robes, a group of swords roared out from his body.

Eighty-one death swords, clanking!

The cold sword intent filled the air, and countless thunder and lightning surrounded it. Yuan Xianyi, including Yuan Xianyi, also had a somewhat surprised look on his face.

Ye Chunyang was surrounded by sword energy like a rainbow, and his figure flew forward.

Although these ghosts were powerful, he could still deal with them carefully with his magical powers.

The brilliant arc of electricity surrounded the sword, and Ye Chunyang controlled the flying sword like the son of Thunder God, and the power of heavenly thunder crackled wildly.

"There are so many flying swords of Tiancheng Thunder Wood, this kid has a good opportunity!"

Yuan Xianyi looked at the eighty-one swords of death offered by Ye Chunyang, and his eyebrows slightly raised, unable to hide his surprise.

"Master, hasn't Tiancheng Thunder Wood long been extinct? How could he have so many flying swords?" The young man next to him said in a low voice, with a strong greed in his eyes.

Everyone knows that the power of heavenly thunder is huge. If you can have such a flying sword, you can restrain evil ghosts. Most of the people in the Earth Abyss are underground races, and holding this sword can almost walk freely.

"The Tiancheng thunderwood is extremely difficult to form, and later it was destroyed in a great war in the spirit world. It is almost difficult to see it now. It is really surprising that this boy can have so many Tiancheng thunderwood flying swords." Yuan Xianyi exclaimed.

On the other side, Hua Yanxi and Hua Feier looked at each other and were also shocked by the scene in front of them.

They had heard some rumors about the Tiancheng thunderwood. They thought that Ye Chunyang would have at most one flying sword, but they didn't expect that he would have so many sword essences.

Just when everyone was surprised, Ye Chunyang waved his sword, and 81 sword essences soared into the sky, and bursts of thunder resounded endlessly.

The next moment, thunder and lightning filled the ghost fog, and several ghost heads wandering on the edge were instantly chopped into ashes. After a few shrill wails, they instantly turned into green smoke and dissipated.

"He can actually kill ghosts of the same level with one sword?"

Hua Yanxi's heart trembled fiercely.

She could sense the cultivation level of those ghosts just now. They were at the same level as her, at the initial stage of the Spiritualization Realm. However, Ye Chunyang killed them with his sword, and they had no power to resist at all.

Doesn't this mean that if it were her, she would also be killed by Ye Chunyang with one sword?

Thinking of this, Hua Yanxi felt an inexplicable chill in her heart.

She looked at Hua Fei'er beside her, and then raised her head to look at Ye Chunyang's back, with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.

She remembered what Hua Fei'er had said before in the Lingxian Mansion, that this person was most likely a soul cultivator, and because of some irreversible reasons, soul cultivators were the natural enemies of their Hua clan.

So... this person must not be kept!

While Hua Yanxi was staring at Ye Chunyang with a growing chill, the old Taoist smiled and said ecstatically: "Good, good, good! These ghosts will soon be resurrected under ordinary magic attacks, but the power of heavenly thunder can kill them all. You are indeed my good disciple. I didn't make a mistake in him!"

After a long laugh, the old Taoist ignored the others and flew directly towards the ghost fog, following closely behind Ye Chunyang.

Hua Yanxi and the two women looked at each other for a moment, and hurried to catch up.

Ye Chunyang looked back with a sneer in his heart.

But he didn't show any expression on the surface, and continued to slash wildly with his sword.

The "crackling" sound of thunder resounded endlessly, and wherever it went, the ghosts wailed and green smoke rose.

Under the sweep of the swords, the ghosts that were killed had no chance of regeneration at all. In a short while, the thick ghost fog split a passage.

But as he went deeper, Ye Chunyang's expression gradually became solemn. He didn't know how wide this ghost fog was, and there were countless monsters and demons in it. Although he could kill them with one blow, he couldn't keep consuming them. Otherwise, once his true essence was exhausted, his situation would be dangerous.

"Master, what should we do now?" asked the young man next to Yuan Xianyi.

Yuan Xianyi looked at the backs of the group with a gloomy look, and finally drove the stream of light and rushed forward: "Let's go too!"

"Humph!"

The old Taoist looked back at the two chasing after him and grinned grimly.

Before Yuan Xianyi caught up, he pointed at the bamboo pole beside him with two fingers, drew a spell in the void, and then silently recited the spell, and the spell flew out through the air.

With a loud "hum" sound!

The light in the air was shining, and the space around Yuan Xianyi immediately became like a cage, blocking the two people. Even though Yuan Xianyi had a high level of cultivation, he was trapped in place for a while.

At this moment, under Ye Chunyang's continuous killing, the group gradually disappeared along the passage in the ghost fog.

"Damn it!"

Yuan Xianyi was shocked and angry.

Before he finished shouting, a ray of light suddenly flashed in his hand, and a palm-sized tripod appeared. After he recited a few spells, the small tripod suddenly flew into the sky, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

The next moment, only a sharp "crackling" sound was heard in the void, and the spell drawn by the old Taoist was immediately shattered by the light of the small tripod.

"Chase!"

Yuan Xianyi broke through the restriction, quickly took back the small tripod, and then shouted to the young man beside him, and chased after him like an arrow from a bow.