The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"Greetings, Senior Sword King." Mo Lingqing bowed and clasped his fists.

"Greetings, Senior Sword King. I have long heard of your invincible name. I am Yi Fanchen." Yi Fanchen smiled and clasped his fists.

Wang Que also bowed and clasped his fists when he saw this: "Junior Wang Que, hello, Senior Sword King."

The Sword King raised his hand and cast a long-prepared concealment barrier: "Let's go, you are too late."

After speaking, the Sword King led the three people out of the ground and hid on the tree man: "Junior, let's go, catch up with them."

Mo Lingqing's eyes flashed when he heard this, and the next moment the tree man's voice came: "Yes, senior."

Hearing this voice, the three were all surprised and didn't understand what was going on.

The Sword King had no intention of explaining. He stood on the tree trunk with his hands behind his back and looked ahead: "Don't rush to attack later. Wait until I speak, then you can attack."

"Remember, use all your strength when you attack. This living wood forest is extremely terrifying. There are only one or two chances."

Yi Fanchen hurriedly said: "Senior Sword King, I think I have some skills. When we share the treasures later..."

The Sword King's face was calm: "What's wrong with giving you a share?"

Yi Fanchen was happy and looked at Wang Que and Mo Lingqing proudly: "Thank you, Senior Sword King!"

Soon, the tree man under the Sword King's feet caught up with the main force. The Sword King said lightly: "Go to the front and lead the way."

The junior among the tree men was a little terrified: "Senior, can I really do it?"

"Yes."

The junior was excited and controlled the tree man to rush forward quickly, and soon he was in the first place.

In the back, Xu Guangzhen and others had no objection, and even their expressions did not change at all.

As the most powerful sword king in the team, it was natural for him to walk in front.

More than 40 tree people quickly passed through the forest, and the mosquito-mouthed bird monsters, fire birds, and mountain giants they encountered along the way did not stop them at all.

Those monsters almost ignored the tree people.

Even if the road was smooth, they had traveled for more than three days. This shows how big the living wood forest on the eighth floor is!

Even after walking so far, the living wood forest still had no end, as if the eighth floor was covered by the living wood forest.

Ten thousand meters ahead, a huge vine hung down from the sky and swayed slightly in the air. This vine was the way to the ninth floor.

At this moment, in front of everyone, countless green vines intertwined into a huge sphere, and inside the sphere, a bead the size of a human head was suspended in it, emitting a faint light.

Suddenly the bead shook, and a green ripple spread out.

"Go, don't hold back!" The sword king shouted, and directly three swords came out to kill the wooden soul bead!

Not only him, but Xu Guangzhen, Liu Hongjin, Lin Yeyu and others also attacked violently with "no effort left".

All the ancient trees around, which were touched by the green ripples, were transformed into tree-man forms at this moment. At the same time, one after another soul phantoms emerged from the green vine ball!

These soul phantoms all exuded the aura of the late Yuandan period, and these soul phantoms appeared very quickly. In less than half a breath, the number was nearly a thousand!

These soul phantoms were all strong men who died in the eighth floor in the past thousands of years!

In the sky and on the earth, formations evolved one after another, and spiritual lights bombarded each other. For a moment, the battle here was directly heated up!

The surrounding tree people stepped forward and roared strangely, and the branches covering the sky and the sun slapped down. The tree people controlled by more than 40 disciples were terrified, but they still bit the bullet and fought with the surrounding tree people!

They... were the main force to stop those tree people!

And those Yuandan realms are now fighting against the soul phantoms outside the wooden soul bead with all their strength!

In the hidden barrier, Mo Lingqing's face was cold and calm, and Wang Que's eyes were a little shocked. This scene was really shocking to him.

As for Yi Fanchen, he was holding a folding fan and staring at the wooden soul bead in the green vine ball.

"Let's go." Mo Lingqing suddenly spoke, and the spiritual light in his hand continued to hit the hidden barrier and fell to the ground.

In the sky, there were thirty or forty Yuandan late-stage soul phantoms fighting with nearly a thousand Yuandan late-stage soul phantoms.

In the air, there were huge tree people over three hundred meters long swinging their trunks to fight.

Every time these tree people moved, the ground was shaking with flying soil.

On the ground, Mo Lingqing controlled the hidden barrier to keep hiding under the huge feet of the tree people and approaching the vine ball.

The folding fan in Yi Fanchen's hand disappeared at some point, replaced by a golden shield and a dark dagger!

At this time, outside the vine ball, there are hundreds of soul phantoms rotating and guarding.

Over the past thousands of years, it has been opened dozens of times, and dozens of Yuandan will die every time the eighth floor is opened.

After thousands of years of accumulation, these dead souls are at least thousands!

This is the range of this placeThe limit is not the limit of the wooden soul bead summoning souls!

Not long after, Mo Lingqing controlled the hidden barrier to come to 300 meters away from the vine ball, and when he arrived here, Mo Lingqing stopped and stayed here quietly.

Yi Fanchen waited for a while and suddenly frowned: "Let's go, fellow Daoist Xue, let's sneak around, you use the Purple Ice Lotus Sword, and I use the Breaking Boundary Dagger. You and I will be able to break the vine ball together."

Mo Lingqing's voice was cold: "Senior Sword King said that 300 meters is the warning range of the wooden soul bead. If we enter 300 meters, we will be discovered instantly. If you want to die, you can take another step forward."

"I don't want to die." Yi Fanchen took a step back: "I listen to advice, I will listen to Senior Sword King's arrangements."

In the sky, the three spiritual swords around the Sword King kept flashing, and the phantoms of souls were directly pierced into pieces wherever they passed!

Even when these late Yuandan were alive, the Sword King could kill them in one move. Now that they are dead, they do not have the peak combat power of the late Yuandan. In this regard, the Sword King can kill them with a wave of his hand!

After all, the first person in Yuandan is not called for nothing.

In addition to the Sword King who swept all the way, Xu Guangzhen's combat power is also good. On average, he can kill a soul phantom in five or six moves.

Not far from him, Liu Hongjin, holding an attack magic weapon, also smashed a soul in one move. It's not that he is stronger than Xu Guangzhen, but the attack magic weapon in his hand is too strong!

The power of the magic weapon is not comparable to that of the magic weapon.

In the corner of the battlefield, Zhang Tieling seemed to be exerting his strength, but he had always stayed at the lowest route leading to the ninth floor.

On the ground, a green light flashed in the green vine ball, and hundreds of soul phantoms killed the Sword King alone. Obviously, the wooden soul bead found the strongest among this group of people!

In the sky, the constantly raging Sword King looked at the soul phantoms that were coming.

"Hmph, the artistic conception of the sword, broken into pieces!"

The voice was cold, but there was a kind of contempt for the world in it!

The three spiritual swords merged into one, and the three-color spiritual sword appeared.

He raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and with a flick of his wrist, he swept the sword down!

The three-color sword light of a thousand meters appeared in an instant, and wherever the sword light passed, the soul phantoms could not resist and exploded.

In the sky, the fire spirit fruit appeared in the hands of the sword king, and he did not see him cool the fire spirit fruit and directly crushed it into his throat and drank it!

After all, he was only in the late stage of Yuandan cultivation, and his spiritual power could not support him to release the power of artistic conception.

The spiritual power of the fire spirit fruit was quickly refined, and then the sword king swooped down and chopped up dozens of fish that had escaped the net.

"Why didn't the sword king give a signal?" Hidden in the barrier on the ground, Yi Fanchen kept stroking the dark and lightless dagger in his hand...