Mortal Seeking Immortal

The green-robed man looked at Ye Zhou in disbelief and said, "You are also a physical cultivator?!"

Ye Zhou did not answer the green-robed man's words, but rushed to the monk surnamed Meng who was sitting cross-legged in front of the stone pillar!

The two sword cultivators standing behind the monk surnamed Meng moved their expressions, and several sword lights whizzed out from the sword box behind them, turning into several streams of light in the air, forming a sword net, covering Ye Zhou's head!

The sword net was extremely sharp, flashing with a chilling cold light. If it fell on an ordinary cultivator, the cultivator would be torn into pieces. Even the green-robed man who practiced the body-building technique did not dare to take on this sword net with his bare hands.

Ye Zhou did not use a magic weapon to resist the sword net, but glanced at it lightly. In the blink of an eye, the sword net fell on Ye Zhou.

The two sword cultivators showed a smile of success on their faces.

It was not as bloody as expected by the people present, and the sword net could not even break through Ye Zhou's defense.

One of the sword cultivators was shocked and said, "Impossible?! The sword net we cast can easily cut through even the best foundation-building magic weapon!"

The other sword cultivator's face darkened, and he pinched the sword formula in his hand, and several magic formulas quickly hit the sword net. A dazzling silver light burst out from the sword net, which seemed to be pressing down desperately, but it still failed to hurt Ye Zhou at all.

A cold look appeared in Ye Zhou's eyes. He stretched out his hands to grab the sword net above his head and tore it hard to both sides. With a bang, the seemingly very sharp sword net was torn apart by Ye Zhou's bare hands!

The sword net was broken, and the two sword cultivators spit out blood at the same time. They were listless, looked at Ye Zhou with horror, and retreated unconsciously.

Ye Zhou ignored them and shot straight at the monk surnamed Meng. Just as Ye Zhou's hand was about to rest on the monk surnamed Meng's shoulder, the stone pillar in front of the monk surnamed Meng trembled slightly, and a crack appeared on the stone pillar. The silver light on the stone pillar disappeared without a trace.

The ground shook violently, and cracks appeared all over the three stone pillars. Bang!

The ground was full of broken stones.

The Three Yuan Locking Demon Trapping Array was broken!

A stone door several feet high appeared in front of everyone. On the stone door were carved countless hideous demons. These demons were either choosing people to devour or killing each other.

Ye Zhou's face changed the moment he saw the stone door. As expected, he guessed that this place was not the cave of the ancient monks, but the place where demons were imprisoned.

Escape!

Ye Zhou shot back without thinking.

When the other people saw the stone door, their faces changed. Yun Yiyi and her husband, who reacted the fastest, had already retreated to the exit with Ye Zhou.

The monk surnamed Meng, who was closest to the stone door, had just come out of the illusion in the stone pillar and didn't know what happened in the outside world. Seeing that everyone was retreating, the monk surnamed Meng knew that the situation was not good, and hurriedly got up and fled with everyone.

Before the monk surnamed Meng escaped three feet away, the stone door exploded with a bang, and a salty smell of sea water spread from the stone door. Inside the stone door was a spacious stone room. There was nothing in the stone room except human bones on the ground.

Ye Zhou's heart was alarmed. While running the Demon God Body Forging Technique, he also sacrificed the tortoise pattern shield to block in front of him. The others knew that Ye Zhou's spiritual consciousness was powerful. Seeing Ye Zhou sacrificed the magic weapon to resist, they thought that Ye Zhou had discovered the traces of the demon, and they also sacrificed various shields and magic weapons to block in front of them.

Seeing that everyone seemed to be facing a great enemy, the monk surnamed Meng was about to reach out from the storage ring to take out a shield to resist. At this time, the monk surnamed Feng looked behind the monk surnamed Meng with a look of horror and said, "Be careful! It's behind you!"

The monk surnamed Meng felt a chill on his back and his hair stood up. Without thinking, he threw two black silver beads the size of longan behind him, trying to delay the thing behind him for a while. At the same time, he stepped on the ground and was about to speed up and retreat. Unexpectedly, a cold hand was placed on his shoulder at this time.

A shadow with a human head and a dragon body, four arms, a height of four feet, a green face and fangs appeared behind the monk surnamed Meng. One of its hands was holding the two black silver beads thrown by the monk surnamed Meng.

A strong demonic force rushed into the monk surnamed Meng's body, stirring the monk surnamed Meng's internal organs as if they were about to be shattered into a pile of meat paste. The spiritual power in the monk surnamed Meng stagnated and he could not move.

"Damn you, you destroyed my body, killed my people, and sealed my demon soul here for who knows how many years. I wish I could kill all of you, how dare you come here!"

A cold killing intent spread in the cave!

The cultivator surnamed Meng felt his whole body go cold, and the blood in his body was almost frozen by this overwhelming killing intent.

Before the cultivator surnamed Meng opened his mouth to beg for mercy, the phantom with a human head and a dragon body stretched out a long arm and probed into the dantian of the cultivator surnamed Meng. The cultivator surnamed Meng felt his dantian go cold, and his spiritual power and vitality were continuously sucked away by the long arm.

In the blink of an eye, the soul of the cultivator surnamed Meng turned into the nourishment of the phantom with a human head and a dragon body. Seeing this, the cultivator surnamed Feng and the others turned pale, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

After absorbing the monk surnamed Meng, one of the arms of the phantom seemed to solidify a little. Its greedy eyes swept over Ye Zhou and the others one by one, and finally fell on the two sword cultivators closest to him.

"Want to leave? That's not easy. Since you are here, stay and be my sacrifice!"

One of the arms of the phantom swung violently, and a string of blue gem bracelets on that arm shot towards the pool behind Ye Zhou and the others with a swoosh. The blue gem bracelets floated above the pool, emitting a blue light that covered the entire pool, and the passage to the outside world was completely cut off by the blue light.

Ye Zhou frowned, and the Feng monks beside him urged their own magic weapons to attack the blue light above the pool, trying to break a passage.

After a few breaths, the Feng monks' attacks were like hitting cotton. No matter how they attacked, the blue light covering the pool remained intact. A hint of despair gradually appeared in the eyes of the Feng monks.

One of the sword cultivators targeted by the phantom had retreated in front of the Feng monk. He asked anxiously: "Fellow Daoist Feng, I don't know what magic weapon this blue light is. It can't be broken at all. What should I do now? Is there any other exit here?"

The Feng monk shook his head palely.

While talking, the phantom had come to a position only half a foot away from the two sword cultivators. It was not in a hurry to take action, but watched the dying struggles of several people with interest.

Ye Zhou's figure was blocked by the Feng monks at the back, and the shadow's attention was also attracted by the Feng monks, and he did not pay special attention to Ye Zhou who was behind them.

Ye Zhou quietly put his hands in his sleeves, and with a thought, the cluster of black demon fire suspended in his dantian trembled slightly.