roccoschili Chapter 1512 I will make you regret being born!
Chapter 1512 I will make you regret being born!
Mingchuan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the spiritual power in his body burst out uncontrollably. The Nine Dragon Sword glowed with a terrifying golden light. He chopped at the vines frantically, but the vines grew more and more, as if he would never be able to cut them all.
A feeling of despair surged in his heart, and he could even feel his spiritual power rapidly draining away, just like his companion just now.
"Mingchuan! Wake up! You are in a dream!"
Just when Mingchuan was about to be swallowed by despair, the voice of Lingxu Zhenren suddenly sounded in his ears, and then a white light fell on his brow!
The white light between his eyebrows dissipated, and Mingchuan suddenly came back to his senses, gasping violently, with cold sweat on his forehead sliding down his cheeks.
The pale green mist before him had dissipated, leaving only a few withered, blackened vines on the ground. The Soul-Devouring Vine that could create illusions had long since died, clearly having been dealt with...
But the next second, Mingchuan's heart sank to the bottom.
Ye Chuhan, Chu Huai, Lin Ruowei, the Green-faced Fox, and Lingxu Zhenren, have all disappeared without a trace!
He was the only one left in the once bustling forest. The surroundings were so quiet that only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard. The figures of his companions chatting and picking spiritual herbs just now seemed like bubbles in an illusion.
"Ye Chuhan! Chu Huai! Senior Lingxu!"
Mingchuan gripped the Nine Dragon Sword tightly and shouted around, but all he heard was an empty echo.
He could feel that in addition to the lingering scent of spiritual herbs in the air, there were also several familiar fluctuations of spiritual power.
That is the breath of a monk from Yuelun Pavilion!
"Don't shout. Your companions may be in danger now."
Cold laughter came from both sides of the woods. Lu Jingming walked out slowly with three monks from Yuelun Pavilion, each of them with a calculating smile on their face.
They surrounded Mingchuan in a fan shape, and the pressure of the late Jindan realm piled up layer by layer, rushing towards Mingchuan.
"You guys are responsible!" Mingchuan's eyes sharpened, and he pointed the Nine Dragon Sword at Lu Jingming. "Where are my companions? What have you done to them?"
Lu Jingming played with the jade-handled longsword at his waist, a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "I didn't expect you to break the illusion of the Soul Devouring Vine so quickly, you are quite capable."
"But, do you think you'll be alright just because you broke the illusion? When you were trapped in the illusion just now, we had already activated the Soul Separation Formation. Your companions should now be trapped in different areas of the formation, playing tricks on my people."
He paused, a trace of greed flashing in his eyes, and his gaze fell on the Nine Dragon Sword in Mingchuan's hand: "I advise you to be sensible and hand over the Nine Dragon Sword and all the treasures on your body, and then destroy your own cultivation. Maybe I can spare the life of your companion."
"Otherwise, I'll take care of them one by one and then I'll deal with you last. You won't have a chance to regret it."
"Abandon your own cultivation? Spare their lives?" Mingchuan sneered, and his spiritual energy suddenly burst out. The sword light shone with cold murderous intent in the sunlight. "With just a few of you, are you qualified to say such things?"
"My companions from Mingchuan are not yours to threaten! If you want to steal my sword, you will have to pay with your life!"
Before he finished speaking, Mingchuan took the first step and stabbed the Nine Dragon Sword with fierce spiritual power towards the Yuelun Pavilion monk closest to him.
The monk was caught off guard and hurriedly raised his sword to block, but with a crisp "clang" sound, his sword was instantly knocked away by the Nine Dragon Sword, and the sword light went straight to his throat!
Lu Jingming's face changed, and he immediately stepped forward to stop him with his sword: "Looking for death!"
The jade-handled long sword shone with silver light as it slashed towards Mingchuan's wrist, trying to force him back.
The other two monks also launched an attack at the same time. A water arrow and a fireball hit Mingchuan's left and right sides respectively, blocking his escape route.
Mingchuan's eyes remained unchanged. He turned his wrist and the Nine Dragon Sword drew an arc, first blocking Lu Jingming's sword, then using the sword to block the fireball, and finally turning sideways to avoid the water arrow.
The whole set of movements was smooth and the rhythm was not disrupted at all by the siege of three people!
"I didn't expect your cultivation to be so strong. It seems that I underestimated you before."
Lu Jingming's eyes grew serious. "But do you think you can defeat the four of us by yourself? You can't escape today even if you have wings!"
He winked at the other three monks, and the four of them simultaneously circulated their spiritual power, with a faint silver light surrounding them.
That is the Moon Wheel Formation, the combined attack technique of the Moon Wheel Pavilion!
The spiritual powers of the four people connected with each other, forming a silver light shield that trapped Mingchuan firmly in the middle. Silver sword energy continued to shoot towards Mingchuan from the light shield.
Mingchuan was trapped in the center of the light shield and kept using the Nine Dragon Sword to resist the sword energy, but the sword energy became more and more dense and his arms gradually began to feel numb.
These tough guys...
If this continues, my spiritual power will be exhausted sooner or later. I must find a way to break the formation!
At this moment, the voice of the blood dragon suddenly sounded in Mingchuan's ears.
"Although the combined attack technique of the Moon Wheel Pavilion is powerful, the connection point of the formation is the weak point. As long as the spiritual power output of one person is interrupted, the formation will collapse on its own."
He quickly scanned the four people and finally locked onto the cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan realm on the left.
The man's spiritual power fluctuations were relatively weak, which was obviously the weak point of the formation.
"Heh, I've fought against the Demon Lord before, who do you think you are?! Today I'm going to make you regret being born into this world!"
Mingchuan took a deep breath and poured all his spiritual power into the Nine Dragon Sword.
The sword light suddenly surged, and he slashed out a sharp sword shadow in the direction of the cultivator!
The golden sword shadow, carrying whistling spiritual power, headed straight for the mid-stage Jindan realm cultivator on the left.
Seeing this, the monk's face suddenly changed. He hurriedly circulated his spiritual power to try to resist, but his spiritual power was no match for Mingchuan's full-strength attack.
"Pfft-"
The sword shadow penetrated his spiritual shield and slashed his shoulder fiercely, and blood gushed out instantly!
The monk screamed, his spiritual power output suddenly stopped, he staggered back a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.
As his spiritual power was cut off, a crack instantly appeared in the silver light shield of the Moon Wheel Formation, and the originally dense sword energy became sparse.
Lu Jingming's face changed drastically: "Damn it! Stabilize the formation!"
The remaining two monks quickly circulated their spiritual power to try to repair the cracks in the light shield, but how could Mingchuan give them a chance?
He took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, raising the Nine Dragon Sword again. The golden sword light flashed like a meteor, heading straight for the chest of another cultivator!
Just as the monk was about to raise his sword to block, Mingchuan's sword energy made his arm numb, and the sword flew out of his hand!
Mingchuan turned his wrist, and the sword light brushed past his neck, leaving a trail of blood. The monk was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to run away.
"Want to leave?" Mingchuan snorted coldly, tapping the ground with his toes. He caught up with him like a ghost, pressing the Nine Dragon Sword against his back. "If you move again, I'll destroy your cultivation!"
The monk froze in place instantly, trembling all over, and dared not move anymore.
"Ahhh no no no! Brother, I was wrong! Please spare my life!"