My Projections Are All the Roots of the Holy Spirit

Tens of thousands of sword qi shone across the sky, interweaving into a super huge sword formation, and the incomparably powerful might was frightening. The sword qi was as solid as substance, emitting a sacred light, like a supreme master descending.

The Abyss Ghost Cultivator's figure was erratic, and his body was filled with a strong yin energy. The aura of the fourth-level Nascent Soul was extremely powerful.

However, at this moment, in front of this super sword formation, its aura could not gain the upper hand, and the momentum of both sides reached an extremely delicate balance at this moment.

This is a genuine Nascent Soul cultivator, but when the Ten Thousand Swords Formation appeared, it showed a terrifying momentum that was not inferior to it.

The Abyss Ghost Cultivator had a solemn face. It looked up at this huge sword formation, looking at the countless sword qi descending on the sky, and a puzzled look appeared on its face.

Ten thousand sword qi?

What the hell is going on.

Did I remember something wrong?

Among the human sword cultivators, are there cultivators who can control tens of thousands of sword qi?

At this moment, it suddenly thought of a legend.

According to the legend of the Immortal Alliance, the one who can walk the invincible road will be the second sword immortal.

Sword Immortal!

The eyes of the Abyss Ghost Cultivator flickered, staring at the center of the sword formation. For some reason, a chill surged in its heart.

At this moment, in the center of the sword formation, Xu Jun stood proudly. He was wearing a white robe and had a majestic face. He really looked like the incarnation of a sword cultivator.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the leader and master of the sword formation, controlling this battlefield, and he was so majestic that people could not ignore him.

"Fourth-level ghost cultivator." Xu Jun clapped his hands lightly, and tens of thousands of sword qi around him moved with it. The voice was cold and powerful, running through the entire canyon, shocking people, "Come on, let me see if you can defeat my sword formation."

The Yin Qi on the body of the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator rolled, and it silently stretched out its hand. In an instant, a huge ghost hand condensed in the sky and grabbed the sword formation in mid-air.

Although this was just a casual claw of the Abyss Ghost Cultivator, it was after all the strength of the Nascent Soul level. If it were an ordinary third-level Golden Core, what he would be thinking about at this moment would be how to escape.

However, Xu Jun's eyes sparkled, and he stretched out his hand.

The sword formation suddenly rolled and moved, and only the Qianfang Sword Qi began to rotate, and instantly turned into a huge vortex, resisting the huge ghost hand forward.

"Boom boom boom..."

After several roars, a shocking scene appeared.

Under the weakening of the sword energy, this Nascent Soul level ghost hand was as fragile as paper, and was easily defeated by the sword formation.

Although neither side had ever used their full strength, the Abyss Ghost Cultivator just made a casual attack, but Xu Jun only used one-tenth of his sword energy.

But the result was that the sword energy won a great victory.

Not only that, the vortex formed by the sword formation kept rotating, and after crushing the ghost hand, it continued to move forward. In the blink of an eye, countless sword energies surged up, piercing through the ghost cultivator's body like a broken bamboo, blood splattered everywhere, and the Nascent Soul ghost cultivator screamed, his body instantly shattered, and turned into countless afterimages.

Xu Jun's mouth twitched slightly, and he was not moved at all.

Although he was confident that his Ten Thousand Swords Formation had the strength to compete with Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, a mere combination of Thousand Swords could instantly kill a Nascent Soul ghost cultivator?

Even if he was stupid, he couldn't believe it.

It must be said that the ghost cultivator's illusion was still very strong.

His spiritual consciousness was instantly released and improved to the extreme. The next moment, Xu Jun immediately realized the true location of the Abyss Ghost Cultivator.

What the Thousand Swords combined just now defeated was just an illusion left by the Abyss Ghost Cultivator.

If Xu Jun's mind fluctuated slightly and revealed a flaw, he would definitely face the ghost cultivator's violent attack.

However, Xu Jun was determined and unshakable, which made the Abyss Ghost Cultivator helpless.

Xu Jun pointed his finger again, and countless sword qi around him began to circulate violently.

Suddenly, countless sword qi gathered together and released a red glow. The light was imprinted with a kind of extreme yang power, as blazing as the sun.

The next moment, in this infinite light, a golden dragon suddenly appeared.

When the dragon appeared, the dragon in Xu Jun's space body seemed to sense something, swaying its tail, and the fighting spirit on its body was boiling.

Xu Jun's understanding of the sword has reached a higher level. The Ten Thousand Swords Formation has infinite changes and actually simulated a golden dragon.

Moreover, this is not an ordinary golden dragon. The dragon's body is covered with blue thunder, and violent energy is released wantonly. The dragon roared, shaking the earth, and the stars dimmed under the dragon's roar.

Dragon, sword qi, thunder!

This Ten Thousand Swords Formation fully demonstrated the strengths of Xu Jun's three space bodies.

In an instant, a huge sword energy thunderbolt bombarded the invisible abyss ghost cultivator, and the attack was so accurate that it could not be avoided.

The abyss ghost cultivator changed color again, and cursed in his heart.

What kind of damn Jindan cultivator is this!

Damn, even the legendary sword immortal, when he was in the Jindan stage, could he do this?

It did not dare to neglect it, and the Yin Qi in its body surged, urging the spell, and suddenly bursts of gray-white mist surrounded it, as if even this piece of heaven and earth could be covered in it.

In an instant, the sword energy thunderbolt and the Yin Qi collided fiercely.

This was a head-on collision between the Ten Thousand Swords Formation and a Yuanying-level ghost cultivator. This time, there was no more fancy in the collision, it was completely a duel between hard power.

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, the dense and gloomy ghost energy was split and scattered into countless pieces, as if it would collapse and disappear at any time.

Xu Jun's hard power certainly could not surpass a Yuanying-level cultivator so easily.

However, the sword formation he used this time contained the power of the Golden Dragon Clan, the Five Elements Sword Qi, and the Thunder.

These three have a certain restraining power against ghost cultivators.

The two sides collided, and the ghost energy that the ghost cultivator relied on could not hold on under the thunder attack and collapsed.

All things are born, and they complement and restrain each other.

The ghost cultivators met Xu Jun and could only consider themselves unlucky.

The abyss ghost cultivator screamed, his figure flickered, and instantly turned into countless ghost shadows, filling the sky.

This kind of incarnation is a special means of ghost cultivators. When they use it on weekdays, it is really both offensive and defensive, making it hard to defend.

But unfortunately, although there are many ghost shadows, how can they compare with the number of ten thousand sword qi?

"Swish, swish, swish."

The next moment, the sword energy and the ghosts were entangled, and the whole sky turned into their battlefield.

However, just a moment later, the ghosts were suppressed by the sword formation. This sword energy flashing with thunder light was the natural nemesis of the ghosts.

Gradually, this Yuanying-level ghost cultivator was completely suppressed. Although he was not completely powerless to fight back, he was obviously at a disadvantage.

Xu Jun let out a long roar, and the sword formation rotated more and more fiercely. The sword energy surged like a waterfall, covering many ghosts.

The power of the sword formation was terrifying. Sword energy pierced through the void and fell down. Each sword energy seemed to condense powerful thunder sword intent, destruction sword intent, five elements sword intent, etc.

These sword intents flowed with great momentum, forcing the ghosts to dodge continuously and fight back once in a while, but they could not penetrate the airtight sword formation network at all.

Xu Jun concentrated on controlling the sword energy, and his aura surged and rolled.

The sword formation shrank smaller and smaller, the density of the sword energy became higher and higher, and the light of thunder was endless, as if it would never end.

No matter how fast the ghosts were, they could not avoid the coverage of the sword formation. After a long confrontation, there would always be a time of encounter. And every time they touched, the ghosts screamed miserably, making the abyss ghost cultivator feel a sense of fear that the whole world was silent.

At this time, this fourth-level abyss ghost cultivator no longer had any intention of underestimating him.

The many ghosts it transformed into were staring at Xu Jun while evading.

At this moment, it had only one thought in its mind.

Kill him, kill him, and must kill him.

This was the third-level Jindan cultivation, and it was already so powerful. When facing himself, not only did he not lose the wind, but he gradually gained the advantage, and even had the possibility of trapping himself to death.

This guy is just a Jindan!

Then, when he advances to the Nascent Soul stage or even achieves the God of Transformation one day, what kind of horror will there be?

At this moment, the Abyss Ghost Cultivator remembered the various legends of the Sword Immortal told by his ancestors.

Thousands of years ago, the Sword Immortal of the Immortal Alliance came out of nowhere and dominated a generation.

Whether it was the demon clan, the demon clan, or even the Abyss, they were all bathed in the light of the sword cultivator and dared not make any unusual movements.

According to the legend, even the fearless Abyss Demon Insect Clan, known as the public nuisance, suffered a great loss at the hands of the Sword Immortal, and thus lay dormant for a thousand years. It was not until the Sword Immortal disappeared that they dared to reappear.

It always thought that this was just a legend.

They are all Venerables, so what if they can fight one against two, or one against three.

The demon clan, the demon clan and the Abyss have a deep foundation. If they put aside their past grudges and work together, even the strongest God of Transformation Supreme can be suppressed.

But now, its confidence is shaken.

How many people of the same level are needed to kill this peerless evildoer who can defeat Yuanying with his Jindan?

If this guy is promoted to the God of Transformation...

He shook his head vigorously and dared not think about it any more.

After fighting for a long time, the ghosts in the sword formation suddenly began to disappear, and in an instant, a huge figure with magnificent momentum was condensed.

The Abyss Ghost Cultivator Clan's ultimate skill, the Ghost Shadow Art, was really restrained when it met Xu Jun's Ten Thousand Swords Formation, leaving no room for resistance.

"Ah." The Abyss Ghost Cultivator, who had gathered into a human figure, suddenly opened his mouth and made a shrill and weird sound.

Sound wave attack?

Xu Jun was determined and let the sound echo in his ears, but his mind was unmoved.

The Abyss Ghost Cultivator's face changed again, and he blew out a ghost air with force.

The ghost energy was swaying, and the cold wind was chilling. This was its innate ghost energy. Once it hit a human body, it would be like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it would be difficult to get rid of it.

However, as soon as the ghost energy approached the sword formation, it felt the infinite sword intent crushing it, and it instantly dissipated into nothingness...