Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Startled by the sound, both Chen Tian and He Busi raised their heads and looked towards the distant sky.

They saw an old man dressed in gray, riding a sword, flying rapidly towards them not far in front of them.

This old man exuded an extremely fierce aura. Besides the long sword he was stepping on, he also carried three gleaming swords on his back.

"Late stage of the凝海境 (Ninghai Realm)?" At this moment, He Busi had already used his spiritual sense to investigate the old man and discovered that he was actually a powerhouse at the late stage of the Ninghai Realm, and also a master swordsman.

Showing a look of shock, He Busi hurriedly turned to Chen Tian and asked for his opinion: "Brother Yang, I'll listen to you. Tell me, should we fight or retreat?"

"Brother He, do you think we still have a chance to retreat now?"

Chen Tian watched the old man fly over, but his expression remained surprisingly calm, his eyes indifferent, as if he didn't take this person seriously at all.

But He Busi was not as calm as Chen Tian. He raised his head again and saw that the gray-clothed old man had already drawn two long swords from his back. As he waved them, they actually formed two huge sword formations, each about a hundred zhang long!

In these two sword formations, countless sword shadows spun rapidly, like windmills, densely packed!

What made He Busi even more helpless was that one of the sword formations was placed right on the path they were about to take, blocking their way; while the other sword formation was placed behind them, leaving them with no way to retreat.

Just as Chen Tian said, they had already lost any chance to retreat!

"It seems we can only fight!"

Although He Busi had become somewhat disheartened due to this treasure hunt, he was, after all, a powerhouse in the middle stage of the Ninghai Realm. Therefore, when faced with the enemy's attack, he immediately put away the panic in his heart, his face sank, and he prepared to meet the enemy.

At this moment, Chen Tian injected another stream of spiritual light into the Netherworld Boat, forcing it to stop. The two of them stood on the boat, looking at the gray-clothed old man who was obviously harboring ill intentions.

"Senior, don't go too far. Not everything can be easily borrowed. We don't want to fight you, but we are not afraid to fight you. If you push us too hard, then don't blame us for being impolite!"

Standing at the bow of the boat, He Busi exuded a fierce aura and shouted at the gray-clothed old man.

What a joke! Now that such strange changes have occurred in the Demon Domain Ruins, he really doesn't want to stay any longer. And this Netherworld Boat is an important magic weapon for them to escape, how can it be easily borrowed!

Besides, the gray-clothed old man's words sounded nice, saying 'borrow it for a while', but in fact, his real intention was to seize the Netherworld Boat. Not to mention Chen Tian, even He Busi would not agree to this!

After all, giving the Netherworld Boat to Chen Tian could still earn He Busi a favor from Chen Tian, but once it was taken away by this gray-clothed old man, He Busi would not only gain nothing, but might even lose the relationship he had worked so hard to build with Chen Tian! Therefore, how could he easily let go!

"Oh, I was wondering who it was. It turns out to be just a small cultivator in the middle stage of the Ninghai Realm! With your strength, you dare to yell in front of me. Are you really tired of living? I'll say it again, I've taken a fancy to this treasure. Whether you agree or not, I'm taking it!" After his spiritual sense swept over He Busi and learned his true cultivation level, the gray-clothed old man finally tore off all pretense, revealing a greedy look like a wolf, and shouted coldly.

After saying that, he even changed his magic formulas repeatedly, shooting streams of spiritual light into the two sword formations.

"Rumble..."

Suddenly, the two huge sword formations began to spin rapidly. After a while, two golden sword shadows, each fifty zhang in size, were born from the sword formations. After accumulating enough power, they shot towards He Busi one after the other with a 'whoosh' sound.

As soon as these two sword shadows were produced, the surrounding space quickly collapsed with 'crack crack' sounds. One can imagine how terrifying the power contained within them was.

"Hmm?"

Chen Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the two sword shadows. Just as he was about to take action, He Busi stepped forward first!

Speaking of which, He Busi had accumulated a lot of anger and unwillingness in his heart during this treasure hunt, like a heavy mountain, pressing down on him so hard that he could hardly breathe. He just wanted to find a chance to vent it properly.

Therefore, seeing the gray-clothed old man attacking at this time, the anger in He Busi's heart instantly erupted like a volcano.

Although He Busi only had the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Ninghai Realm, he was, after all, the next Pavilion Master of the Dragon Court Pavilion. He had been cultivated as a core since he was a child, and the resources around him were countless.

He couldn't afford to provoke Hou Zhen and Lü Jing, but He Busi still had the strength to fight an ordinary cultivator in the late stage of the Ninghai Realm.

Therefore, after stepping forward, He Busi shook his left hand, and two red shields appeared. After taking a faint look, He Busi cut his palm and squeezed out two drops of blood essence into the two red shields.

"Go!"

Immediately afterwards, He Busi shouted in a low voice, and the two red shields flew out immediately, one forward and one backward.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

And at this moment, the two golden sword shadows had also shot over quickly and collided heavily with the red shields released by He Busi.

In an instant, in this area, golden and red rays of light alternated and flickered, illuminating Chen Tian's face with changing expressions.

Chen Tian originally wanted to help He Busi, but after seeing this scene, he relaxed the momentum he had raised to his throat. He knew that He Busi could handle it.

Sure enough, when the light in the sky dimmed, the two golden sword shadows also disappeared. At this time, He Busi's face was gloomy, and he took out a black long sword from his waist, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the gray-clothed old man.

"Aren't you good at using swords? Okay, today I will also use the sword to break you, so that you will lose convincingly!"

At this time, He Busi was completely acting on impulse. The anger in his heart was like molten lava flowing down, and he could no longer restrain it. He just wanted to use this anger to melt everything!

In fact, He Busi was also a master swordsman, but before this, he rarely revealed this point. But now, relying on his full of anger, He Busi could no longer care about so much. He just wanted to vent his anger on the person in front of him.

And the gray-clothed old man, looking at He Busi rushing over like a madman at this time, did not show fear on his face, but instead showed a strange smile!