Peerless Taoist

The two powerful attacks collided fiercely.    

The old Sacred Lord of the Sword Pool Sacred Land was worthy of being called an outstanding person of his generation. The power he had left behind in the sword talisman was also unprecedentedly great.    

A loud explosion suddenly sounded out from the underground passage, and it echoed in all directions.    

With the sword energy blocking in front of him, the golden hand seal immediately met with an unprecedented obstruction, and it was unable to move an inch forward.    

Witnessing this scene, Wei Mengting couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. She turned around and bumped into Lu Yu.    

"Why is it you?!" Wei Mengting widened her eyes. She was obviously stunned for a moment.    

Back in the Imperial Capital, Lu Yu had left a deep impression on her. Although she hadn't seen him for a long time, she still recognized him at first glance when she saw him.    

When she saw that Lu Yu was still rushing towards her, Wei Mengting couldn't help but anxiously say, "Let's go, it's dangerous behind us!"    

Could it be that this kid has gone crazy?    

Could it be that he couldn't tell what was going on behind him?    

However, just as Wei Mengting finished speaking, a sharp gust of wind came from behind her.    

Wei Mengting hurriedly turned around to look. She saw that the Holy Land Sword Talisman that she was proud of had already used up the last bit of its power and dissipated into the air.    

The sword energy that Sacred Lord Sword Pool released still couldn't completely break through the enormous golden palm print.    

A Ghost Monk slowly walked out from the Yin Qi.    

The Ghost Monk's body was surrounded by Yin Qi, and he looked like a skeleton. There seemed to be a dark flame burning in his dark eye sockets.    

It was the Ghost Monk, Xuanzang, that Lu Yu had encountered earlier!    

The countless arms that he saw from the surrounding ghost Qi were actually the light wheels behind the Ghost Monk.    

Golden Buddhist symbols appeared beside Ghost Monk and circled around him. Vaguely, Buddhist chanting could be heard echoing in all directions.    

This seemingly merciful Cultivation Methods of the Buddha Sect was cast by such an inhuman and ghostly creature. Coupled with the Yin Qi that kept coming from all directions, the Ghost Monk's Qi became even stranger.    

The Ghost Monk's pale palm grabbed at the sword Qi in front of him.    

Crack crack crack!    

A crisp sound echoed in all directions.    

The supreme sword qi was like a toy in Ghost Monk's hands, easily crushed.    

That incomparably precious sword talisman also lost its final strength and turned into a pile of ashes.    

"Not good!" Seeing this scene, Wei Mengting felt her scalp go numb.    

That was the most powerful sword talisman her grandfather had left her.    

However, in the hands of this damn thing, it actually could not even last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.    

The experts of the Wei Clan who followed by Wei Mengting's side all died and fled along the way. In the end, she was the only one left.    

"Ghost thing, I don't believe that you can defeat Profound Iron." Wei Mengting bit her red lips, and a long sword appeared in her hand.    

She was the next successor of the Sword Pool Holy Land. Even if she was facing a strong enemy, she would not just sit there and wait for death.    

"Three thousand sword immortals, kill!"    

Wei Mengting flicked her finger, and a sword flower appeared on the longsword in her hand. Thousands of sword qi spread out in all directions, forming the phantom image of sword immortals out of thin air.    

These were the three thousand sword immortals of the Sword Pool Holy Land!    

Each and every one of them was a sword cultivator of the highest level in the Heaven Realm.    

Wei Mengting summoned the three thousand sword immortals and transformed them into human figures. They each used different sword techniques to attack the Ghost Monk from all directions.