Chapter 416: Cross-level slashing, Xu Hei suddenly realizes the artistic conception?

The shadow of death enveloped every corner of the Penglai Sea. The black curtain of the sky spread from the dome, getting bigger and bigger. There was no doubt that when the world was completely dark, it was the time of death.

"Destroy everything and become a sinner for all ages, Yu Jianqiu, are you sure you want to do this?"

The voice of the underworld came from the sky again.

"If I don't kill you, the entire East China Sea will be extinct when you come!"

Yu Jianqiu's firm voice was the same as before.

For this sword, he had been tempering for five hundred years. Five hundred years ago, he had closed his senses, just to point the sword directly to his heart and wipe out the source of darkness.

For this, he would do anything, even if he sacrificed himself, even if he sacrificed his best disciple.

Even if... he sacrificed most of the people here!

Nothing can shake a sword cultivator. His firm heart of Taoism has been decided since five hundred years ago.

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The battle is still going on.

Bai Luo was driving the silver-armored warship and was fleeing at a high speed. Behind him, there was a blood-soaked demon cultivator, galloping towards him. His body was covered with scars and bone spurs, like a hideous monster.

On the warship, there was also an unconscious young man, his clothes were tattered, and he was barely breathing. It was Bai Qiushui.

"Weak physical cultivator, I have saved you for the second time, why are you such a waste every time?"

Bai Luo cursed as he drove the boat away.

They were very unfortunate. They met an elder of the Sea God Cult as soon as they met. Bai Qiushui was at the front and entered the strongest form to fight him, but the difference in cultivation was too great, and he was defeated in a few moves.

However, the elder was also seriously injured. After being pushed to the limit, he turned into a demon head that was neither human nor ghost.

This demon had scarlet eyes, strange flesh lumps all over his body, and his mouth was unclear. He looked neither human nor monster.

"This demon has lost his mind and has only brute force. Perhaps I can use this." Bai Luo's eyes flickered.

He circled the spot for a few times, and after a cup of tea.

Suddenly, Bai Luo's warship stopped, and eight warships emerged from the sea, rising from eight directions, connecting with each other, forming a formation, with the muzzles pointed at the center.

The center was exactly the crazy demon.

This was the trap set by Bai Luo.

"Aurora Instant Kill Formation!"

At Bai Luo's command, eight ships simultaneously blasted out auroras, bombarding the center point, shooting the demon with holes, and the demon screamed.

In this battle, Bai Luo tried his best and forced the opponent into a dead end.

In his palm, he tightly grasped a golden bean, which was his last resort.

"If this demon is still not dead, I can only use this thing."

Bai Luo's thought just flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred, and the demon head with pierced body actually rushed out of the formation and came to the warship. The scarlet claws suddenly stretched out, tearing the deck of the warship in an instant, and knocked the bodies of both men out.

Bai Luo jumped into the air, gritted his teeth, and blood splashed on the golden bean, and then the golden bean was thrown out suddenly.

"Originally, this move was used to deal with Bai Qiushui. Now, you'd better die!"

"Magic technique, throw beans to make soldiers!"

Bai Luo pinched the palm of his hand, and the golden bean expanded instantly. The complex structure changed infinitely, like a cotton ball compressed into a point, expanding in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the golden bean turned into a huge golden man.

This golden man was the life-saving trump card given to him by Qin Xuanji. It has the combat power of the Nascent Soul Stage, but the cost of controlling it is extremely high, and it needs to burn the divine consciousness.

In just a moment of appearance, the golden man did not hesitate, rose from the ground, rushed to the demon head, stretched out a claw, and fiercely grabbed the demon head's forehead.

Bai Luo's mouth was bleeding. He clenched his fist suddenly, and the power of the golden man reached the limit. The demon's head burst like a watermelon, splashing red.

At the same time, the remaining seven warships fired lasers at the same time, blasting the demon's body into pieces, leaving no residue, and completely dead.

The golden man lost control and fell into the sea.

"I... won..."

Bai Luo also lost all his strength, fell from a high altitude, and smashed into the deep sea.

The two Jindan stage cultivators joined forces to defeat the Yuanying stage. If this spread, they would definitely become famous in one battle.

Unfortunately, there were no spectators here, so that the two seriously injured and unconscious people had no one to help them.

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"Hahaha! This is what the protagonist should look like. Yuanying stage, just like this, hahaha!"

Hai Teng was lying on a deserted island, covered in blood, his breath was so weak that it could not be heard, but he was laughing wildly at the sky.

In front of him, there was a grotesque corpse.

If it can still be called a corpse.

This corpse was still a fierce demon cultivator in front of an incense stick, threatening to eat him alive, but in the blink of an eye, he was beaten into a pulp, and even his Nascent Soul was crushed into powder.

"Gong Tianhe, are you dead? If not, let's continue fighting!"

Hai Teng climbed up and looked at the calm sea in the distance.

On the sea, a figure like a dead fish floated, motionless, it was Gong Tianhe.

He didn't know why the two arrogant Tianjiao would join forces. But things have already happened. If this guy hadn't been in the front and absorbed most of the attacks, Hai Teng alone could only parry and it would be difficult to defeat the opponent, let alone kill him.

"Hey, hey, are you dumb? Speak!" Hai Teng roared.

Gong Tianhe remained motionless, holding a salted fish in his hand, which he regarded as a flying sword.

Hai Teng's divine sense swept away, but he could not sense any breath of life. Gong Tianhe was like the salted fish in his hand, and his body gradually stiffened.

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In front of the Nine-headed Insect, there were eight pieces of corpse fragments.

He stared at the eight fragments, his mouth twitched slightly, and suddenly felt an inexplicable irritation.

He quickly stepped forward and tore one of the pieces into two, making a total of nine pieces.

"I hate the number eight."

The Nine-headed Insect took off his blood-stained robe, put on a clean one, and cleaned the stains on his body, tidying it up in an orderly manner.

Then, he put a jade bracelet on each of the nine heads.

Pearls and jades, shining and colorful.

His father taught him that the moves can be weak, but they must be handsome.

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, but the nine hairs must not be messy.

Even if he loses, he must lose cleanly and elegantly, and not be as embarrassed as a wild dog.

After doing all this, he took out a neat bed and placed it behind him, then he lay down and closed his eyes.

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Zhao Wenzhuo was very depressed.

He just wanted to complete the task properly, return smoothly, and practice quietly without being discovered by anyone.

However, he was actually targeted by an elder in the Nascent Soul stage.

This elder was not like other monsters and ghost babies, who only had the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage and did not have artistic conception.

This was a person with artistic conception, and it was definitely not easy to deal with.

"Damn it, I didn't want to be exposed, but don't force me!" Zhao Wenzhuo was anxious.

His cultivation was only the early stage of Jindan, the same as Xiao Chou, but the body he took over was a genuine Nascent Soul stage.

At that time, he met a dying senior in the Dragon Triangle. The other party pretended to teach him the skills, but wanted to devour his soul to heal his injuries.

As a result, Zhao Wenzhuo used the soul-burning technique to reverse his luck and fought desperately to seize the other person's body.

He didn't know why he succeeded in seizing the body. The technique he practiced was called the Heaven-Seizing Technique, and he didn't know what was so magical about it.

"You are just a top 16 kid, you run fast, die!"

A ghostly voice came from behind.

Zhao Wenzhuo turned back suddenly, his eyes bursting with amazing momentum, his body suddenly exploded, and a divine thought directly blasted into the other person's mind.

"Heaven-Seizing Technique!"

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On the clouds in the sky, the Yu Jianqiu incarnation, who had closed his eyes for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at every corner of the Penglai Sea.

He was just an incarnation outside his body, connected to the mind of the original body.

After unlocking the five senses, his perception has reached the limit, and he can clearly see what is happening everywhere. The death of the elder of the Sea God Cult and the performance of the eight great geniuses are clear at a glance.

His unwavering eyes actually showed a trace of hesitation.

Especially after seeing Xiong Dabao, using the drunken swordsmanship he taught him, killing an elder in a way that almost killed both of them, he was inexplicably shocked.

"Is this... the Golden Age?"

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At this moment, under the shadow of death, Xu Hei had the idea of ​​retreating immediately in his mind.

With his current strength, he can definitely get away from here with all his strength. He can take Xu Bai with him and escape into the dungeon of the Law Enforcement Hall at the fastest speed.

Even if all the entrances and exits of the Penglai Sea are blocked.

However, there is a teleportation formation in it that leads directly to the Dragon Triangle.

Even if the Sea God Cult knew about that kind of ghost place, it would not be blocked there. The Dragon Triangle is full of dangers, and the enemy will never take such a big risk.

That is the only place where there is a chance to escape.

He must make a choice!

"If I retreat now, I have more than 90% chance of surviving!"

"But..."

Xu Hei's thoughts turned over a hundred times, staring at the blood enemy who was trapped by plants in front of him and was seriously injured, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

This blood enemy, he must kill!

There is no time to hesitate. The longer he stays, the greater the risk factor. In fact, Xu Hei can give up killing Xuechou and turn around to escape directly, which will increase the chance of survival.

But this is not Xu Hei's style now. That was his previous style, not now!

"Canglong Immortal Technique, Call the Wind!"

The true essence in Xu Hei's body was drawn out again like water. This time, he did not use the Wind Control Bracelet. A breeze automatically emerged from his body and blew towards Xuechou, who was already seriously injured.

"Is this... artistic conception?"

Xuechou's pupils shrank, staring at the breeze that just appeared out of thin air, and he was horrified.

Calling the wind is a magical skill, which cannot be used without artistic conception!

This time, Xu Hei did not use the assistance of the Wind Control Bracelet, but used the Calling Wind with his own strength, which was even more powerful than before!

"Hua La!"

Most of Xuechou's body disappeared. After being blown by the wind, there was no bone left, and half of his head was still deeply shocked and fearful.

He couldn't believe that he would die under the joint efforts of two Jindan stage.

"Hmm?"

In the sky, Yu Jianqiu's eyes stared down, locked on Xu Hei and the other two.

He had witnessed four cases of Tianjiao who killed enemies beyond their level, but all of them had tried their best, were seriously injured, were on the verge of death, and even exchanged their lives for others.

Even if they killed the opponent, they didn't have much strength left, and most of them fainted directly.

But Xu Hei's combination actually seemed to have some strength left!

What surprised him even more was that he just felt the birth of a sense of artistic conception?