True Immortal of the Netherworld

Near Baiyu Peak, the fighting between Lan Xingjun and Xu Yang finally stopped.

A radius of ten miles was swept away by the power of the collision between the two sides' spells, drawing a huge circle. There was not a trace of intact vegetation in the circle, and even the pebbles were turned into pieces.

On the desolate ground, purple devil winds and star winds swirled for a long time.

Xu Yang stood in mid-air, his chest rising and falling. There were several cuts on the surface of his clothes, and there was a blood stain on his right shoulder. Although the bloodstains were not deep, there were a few stars rolling on the surface of the bloodstains, as if they were being bitten by fireflies.

Xu Yang grabbed the wound on his right shoulder with his left hand, and activated his magic power. A purple magic whirl appeared in his palm, and then the remaining star power was driven away. The blood marks on the shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The power of Yuanmo's bloodline is not only powerful in attack, but also has the power to restore the body, which is beyond the reach of ordinary monks.

"Lan Xingjun's Star Sword Technique is unique and is the most powerful sword technique I have ever seen. If I hadn't dodged the sword just in time and was only hit by the end of the sword energy, my entire right shoulder would have been cut off. "Xu Yang was still frightened.

Opposite Xu Yang, in mid-air, Lan Xingjun was holding the Seven Star Sword with one hand. The blue star robe outside him was fluttering in the wind, and a three-inch long hole was torn open at one corner of the star robe.

Lan Xingjun has not lost for five hundred years, but he didn't expect that this time his clothes would be torn by a twenty-year-old junior.

His face was still as calm as water, but his heart was as hot as fire, "I didn't expect Xu Yang to be able to control his demonized body to such an extent. Not only did he completely withstand my ultimate sword attack, but he also His fists tore the corners of my clothes. Compared with the Golden Jade Saint of the Golden Buddha Temple, Xu Yang may have more potential, and the explosive power of his techniques is more violent and powerful. What's even more frightening is that this is not his limit. If he continues like this, he will eventually fall into the devilish path of the Western Region and become a serious problem for Yudao Sect."

Lan Xingjun said loudly: "Xu Yang, it seems that I underestimated you. Even in the entire Northern Territory, there are only a handful of opponents who can challenge me, Lan Xingjun, with all my strength. This time, I will let you know what This is the swordsmanship of the Yu Dao Sect, and what is my original strength, Lord Blue Star."

Seeing Lan Xingjun's serious look, Xu Yang thought quickly in his mind: "Lan Xingjun, this old man, seems to be determined to make a killing move against me. In the previous trial of Xingchen Pavilion, the level of realm shown by Lan Xingjun was Half-step to the Immortal Realm. If Blue Star Lord hadn't been merciful at that time, the Golden Jade Monk would have been defeated on the spot. The Golden Jade Monk could use his Maitreya body to swallow the golden light soup to temporarily enhance his body to the Half-Step to the Immortal Realm, but I didn't have such a method. Come down, what should I use to fight against it? If I activate the Yuan Demon bloodline with all my strength, I might lose control and become a demon. If I don’t activate the Yuan Demon bloodline, I won’t be able to withstand Lord Lan Xing’s full attack..."

He was unsure, but on the surface Xu Yang acted like he didn't care at all.

Xu Yang responded loudly: "Lord Lan Xingjun, it would be a blessing for me to see your full strength. As you said, how many people in the entire Northern Territory are worthy of your full strength? I don't know. Are you trying to lift me up, Xu Yang, or are you trying to see if my Xu Xiaoxian’s neck is strong enough? Let me, Xu Xiaoxian, use my neck to test whether the Seven Star Sword in Master Lan Xingjun’s hand is sharp?”

Lan Xingjun narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Xu Yang, you call yourself Xu Xiaoxian. You are really an optimistic guy."

Next, Lan Xingjun turned one hand into a sword and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows. A little golden halo dispersed, and seven tiny star points appeared on the surface of his forehead. Confucian runes overflowed from the surface of the star point, and then disappeared into the skin.

In the Zifu space in Lan Xingjun's body, a door to another world suddenly opened, and inside was a star alien world. A dragon of stars twists its body from the alien world of stars,

Pounced out.

Howl——

A dragon roared.

A dragon shadow outlined by the light of stars emerged from Blue Star Lord's body, and disappeared into his Heavenly Spirit Cap in the blink of an eye.

As for Lan Xingjun's physical performance, he went from the first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm to the "Half-step Void Fairy Realm" without even a moment's pause in between.

Half-step to the virtual fairyland may be Lan Xingjun’s original body.

The confrontation between the two sides escalated again.

One is a Confucian great sword cultivator with a half-step Void Immortal Realm skill.

One is Xu Xiaoxian, who has a body of Yuanmo blood, but his physical cultivation is only in the Demonic Whirlpool realm.

When Xu Yang saw this, he was neither humble nor arrogant, and said loudly: "Great Elder Lan Xingjun, others may be afraid of you, but I, Xu Xiaoxian, am not afraid of you. You must be optimistic about the power of my Yuan Demon bloodline. But don't worry, I, Xu Xiaoxian, am I can control it. I said that I will not harm innocent people with the power of Yuanmo blood, but if some people want to kill me, maybe."

While saying this, Xu Yang quickly made secrets with his hands.

Puff puff, Xu Yang's fingertips suddenly burst open, and purple blood lines wandered.

Without stopping, Xu Yang used one hand to turn into a sword finger, triggering a thin purple blood line to find the pit of his heart and stab it.

boom!

A heart pulse in Xu Yang's body suddenly turned purple.

The devil's blood boils.

An incredible amount of Yuan Demon's power surged out of Xu Yang's body, and the blood on his body was directly exploded by the violent surge of Yuan Demon's power.

Tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk.

Lines of purple blood spurted out from the surface of Xu Yang's body.

Strangely, these purple blood threads circled around Xu Yang's body as if they were alive, and connected into a circular formation in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, the purple-blood annular formation burst into flames, revealing a circle of bright purple flames. In the purple flame formation, clusters of the most primitive magic patterns can be seen jumping around with the naked eye, and there is a sound similar to the roar of ancient monsters in the fire.

What is surprising is that a sharp purple magic horn grew out of the middle of Xu Yang's forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye, and more tiny purple scales sprouted on both sides of his cheeks.

The ring of flames formed by the burning purple demonic blood around Xu Yang's body formed a powerful purple fire barrier.

The third level of Yuanmo bloodline!

At that moment, Xu Yang's martial arts performance broke through the limitations of the Daoming Realm and reached the existence of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, still rising.

We are about to reach the half-step virtual fairyland!

When Lan Xingjun on the other side saw this, his heart skipped a beat, "Isn't this how Xu Yang lost control of his Yuan Demon bloodline after he was stung by the scorpion more than a month ago? If Xu Yang could completely control himself in such a state, that would be Even with all my firepower, I may not be able to defeat him.”

Lan Xingjun's eyes turned cold, and he spat out a few words in his heart, "Strike first to gain the upper hand!"

He no longer gave Xu Yang the chance to activate the Yuanmo bloodline body. Although Xu Yang's Yuanmo bloodline is powerful, it is a bit slow to activate. Lan Xingjun is convinced that his sword is faster.

"Xu Yang, don't blame me, Blue Star Lord, for the ruthlessness of the seven-star sword in my hand. It's just that you have Yuanmo bloodline and are not a disciple of my Yu Dao Sect." Thinking in his mind, Blue Star Lord's eyes showed murderous intent.

But Lan Xingjun threw the Seven-Star Sword in his hand outward.

The Seven-Star Sword whirled around, transformed into a size of about ten feet, and came over his head. The colorful streams of light swirling on the surface of the Seven Star Sword, as if wrapped around a rainbow, showing the aura of a saint.

"Split the sword!"

The surface of the Seven-Star Sword in mid-air made a sound of rolling stars, and immediately separated into seven identical Confucian swords.

"Sword array!"

Seven Confucian swords are arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper.

When the formation is completed, the appearance of the Big Dipper appears on the surface.

Buzzing, buzzing, the swords of the seven-hand Confucian swords were trembling, as if the stars were singing, and a whole day of awe-inspiring sword intent was rolled up.

There are seven stars in the sky.

It’s a long story, but it’s just a few gestures.

Lan Xingjun moved one hand across the air towards Xu Yang's location.

"Sword Dao—Seven Star Array!"

The next moment, the seven Confucian swords fell down like seven stars, dragging out a sky of starlight.

Miraculously, the trajectory of the seven flying swords is not a simple straight line. The seven flying swords switch positions back and forth, spraying out starlight like rain.

Xu Yang was completely aware of Lan Xingjun's moves on the opposite side.

This was the flying sword formation that Lan Xingjun used to test the golden monk in the Star Pavilion trial that day. But at that time, Lan Xingjun only used 30% of his strength, and the golden jade monk used all his strength to barely carry him over. At the moment, Lan Xingjun's seven-star sword formation move had already used more than 80% of his strength.

But at this moment, because Xu Yang had activated his Yuan Demon bloodline to the third level, it had reached its limit. The balance between the two powers of the demon and Buddha in his body was broken, and the golden mountain dharma image behind him suddenly collapsed.

Xu Yang quickly calculated in his mind: "It seems that as I expected, with my current cultivation and mental state, there is no way to control the third level of the Yuan Demon bloodline. My current state can only be regarded as two levels. If I reach the third level of the Yuan Demon bloodline, I am afraid that my will will collapse and I will fall into a state of demonic madness. Moreover, the Blue Star Lord on the opposite side has not promoted my Yuan Demon bloodline to the third level at all. It's time for him to draw his sword!"

Who is Mr. Lan Xing opposite? He has lived for more than a thousand years, has experienced countless life and death battles, and his mental strength is as stable as an old dog.

"Xu Yang, I will not give you the chance to fully activate the third level Yuan Demon bloodline. There is only one result under my flying sword, and that is to cut you into flying ash." Lan Xingjun's eyes became more murderous. , under the urging of his spiritual consciousness, the power of the sword formation in mid-air has fallen.

"Lord Lan Xingjun, Xu Xiaoxian is here." Xu Yang shouted, with no intention of giving in at all.

But the magic formula in Xu Yang's hand changed. On his fingertips, purple and gold color flowed, and a hexagonal magic seal appeared. Among the hexagonal seals, a small purple gold scorpion shook its head and tail.

Without stopping for a moment, the scorpion seal in Xu Yang's hand flicked out and exploded in an instant.

"Escape Technique—The Art of Sacrificing the Blood Scorpion!"

The next moment, a cloud of purple blood mist burst out from the demon blood barrier around Xu Yang. In the blood mist, the light and shadow of a purple-gold demon scorpion flickered and then disappeared.

In the next moment, the power of Lan Xingjun's seven-star sword array poured down and covered Xu Yang's position.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

The sound of explosions was endless, and the seven flying swords hit the ground like a meteor shower from outside the sky.

At the point where the power exploded, a bright silver ball of light appeared, with tens of thousands of sword intents inside it, cutting, cutting, cutting until it was shattered no longer.

After just a few breaths, the silver ball of light turned into darkness, like the depths of the dark starry sky. That was the black hole devouring effect produced by the sharp superposition of the power of the sword array.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the black light ball rotated and exploded. The extreme flash seemed like the golden sun falling on the ground.

When the dazzling light dissipated, stardust flew into the sky, and the power of the explosion rolled hundreds of miles away.

After a while, the power of this sword was exhausted.

But where Xu Yang originally stayed, a large pit of a hundred feet appeared. The pit was filled with scorched earth, and there was no trace of Xu Yang at all.

This is the true strength of Lan Xingjun's Half-Step Virtual Fairyland.