The golden light is as condensed as a line, and the murderous intention in the sword is awe-inspiring.

The expression of the old demon cultivator changed drastically, and he immediately transformed into a demonic beast, closed his jointed limbs, blocked his body, and at the same time quickly retreated, trying his best to avoid the sword.

But this sword is extremely fast.

Before he could take a few steps back, the golden sword light with sharp killing intent was already approaching.

The old demon cultivator gritted his teeth and used hard body parts to block the vital parts of his body.

Then the sword pattern flashed, golden light bloomed, and the spiritual sword shattered, like a golden lotus blooming side by side, gorgeous and dangerous.

In an instant, sword energy overflowed and blood mist exploded.

The limbs that were severed by the sword energy were scattered in all directions, and the flesh and blood cut by the broken sword also exploded all over the ground.

Ouyang Mu opened his mouth.

Although this was not the first time he had seen Senior Brother Mo's sword, this type of sword was really unbelievable. The sword light was beautiful, but the sword aura was dangerous, far beyond that of ordinary monks in the same realm.

So every time he saw it, he was inevitably shocked.

After the sword energy dissipated and the blood mist dissipated, the weapon refining room was in a mess, as if it had been washed by blood.

A moment later, in the middle of the field, a mass of flesh and blood was trembling.

The old demon cultivator is not dead.

He is at the pinnacle of foundation building cultivation.

Mo Hua is only in the middle stage of foundation building. Although relying on the Broken Golden Sword Formation and the power of divine sword control is enough to pose a great threat to the later stage of foundation building, it is still a bit unrealistic to kill this old demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building in one fell swoop.

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The flesh and blood of the old demon cultivator trembled a few times, and then like a snake and an insect shedding its skin, a layer of flesh and blood shed away, revealing the stooped and old figure underneath.

But his breath instantly became much weaker.

The face is also getting older.

Obviously, this serious injury and skin sloughing consumed his last bit of vitality and brought him one step closer to his final limit.

At the same time, his expression became more solemn, even with a hint of fear.

This kind of sword control...

Golden elixir?!

"No," the old demon cultivator shook his head and thought, "It can't be the golden elixir. The spiritual power has not been crystallized, but it is still at the foundation level."

"But... what kind of foundation-building monk can master such a powerful and strange sword-controlling method?"

"In this prison of ten thousand demons, where demon cultivators are everywhere, who can control a sword so purely?"

At this moment, this terrifying sword cultivator was hiding in the dark, peeping at him.

The old demon cultivator was confused and frightened. He opened his eyes and looked around, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Where is this fellow Taoist?"

"Why don't you show up and meet me?"

There was no echo or movement around.

The old demon cultivator let go of his consciousness. The walls were empty and he still couldn't sense anything, but he knew that someone must be lurking in the dark.

The old demon cultivator sneered, "If you have such a superb swordsmanship, how can you behave like a villain, hiding your head and showing your tail, not daring to show your face?"

Mo Hua naturally didn't talk nonsense with him.

He has already taken out his second spiritual sword.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

In this world, if there is something that cannot be solved by using the sword once, then use it again.

With everything ready, Mo Hua's consciousness began to lock in again.

The expression of the old demon cultivator suddenly changed.

He felt that there was a cold, obscure, strange, and inexplicably majestic consciousness coming to him quietly.

Divine consciousness locked!

Before, his focus was entirely on killing Ouyang Mu, so he almost didn't notice this strange and obscure spiritual consciousness.

Now that he had been stabbed by a sword, he was like a frightened bird. With full concentration, his perception became much sharper.

This was a kind of divine consciousness that he had never experienced before.

It's even so weird and complicated that it doesn't look like human consciousness at all.

The old demon cultivator felt a chill in his heart.

He wanted to get rid of the lock of this spiritual consciousness, but as soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, he found that this ray of spiritual consciousness was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he could not get rid of it at all.

The old demon cultivator looked horrified.

"Die!"

I am at the end of my strength.

If that terrible sword strikes again, I will definitely die!

This cultivation, ambition, and century-old plan for the golden elixir will all be in vain!

"no!"

"How to save yourself?!"

The old demon cultivator was in panic, and he immediately flicked his sleeves, and five or six evil daggers several feet long, quenched with centipede demon poison, were shot at Ouyang Mu at the side.

Sure enough, as he attacked Ouyang Mu with the evil sword, the sense of crisis in his body that was locked by his divine consciousness faded away.

Several evil swords, containing the demonic power at the peak of Foundation Establishment, streaked through the air with streaks of blood and went straight to Ouyang Mu to kill him.

Ouyang Mu was startled and could only retreat as much as possible.

But he couldn't avoid it, and he couldn't prevent it at all.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in the sky.

A golden spiritual sword flew through the air and exploded with a ball of golden sword energy, destroying all these bloody evil swords.

Spiritual power and evil power intertwine and strangle.

A powerful wave of spiritual power spread, accompanied by fine sword energy and sword fragments.

In desperation, Ouyang Mu only had time to cross his arms to protect himself, before he was blown away by the aftermath of the sword exchange and fell into the corner.

Ouyang Mu struggled to get up, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

He was slightly injured.

But Xinmai was wearing the breast shield Mo Hua gave him, so it was no big deal.

At this moment, the old demon cultivator's cloudy eyes suddenly became brighter and he looked toward the roof.

The golden spiritual sword just now was fast and powerful, and it destroyed all his evil swords, but at the same time, it also exposed the position of the sword.

The old demon cultivator immediately injected demon power into an evil sword.

This evil sword has a snake pattern on its blade, it is longer than the previous one, and it is soaked in blood-colored light due to the injection of evil power.

The old demon cultivator waved his hand, and the evil snake-patterned sword radiated with blood. Like a poisonous snake, it bit out and went straight to the roof.

The bloody sword light hit the roof and exploded.

For a time, the stone wall cracked and rubble was scattered.

Before the sword light hit, a thin figure fell from the roof and landed indoors.

The old demon cultivator snorted coldly.

"No matter how cunning you are, if you haven't been forced out by me, I want to see who you are..."

The dust dispersed, and the figure falling from the roof gradually became clear.

Slender figure, fair complexion.

The face is stained with dust and looks dirty, but you can see the beauty between the eyebrows and the trace of innocence and childishness in the expression.

The old demon cultivator glanced at it, his pupils shrank, and he was a little confused.

"A... brat?!"

The person who sneak-attacked me with that extremely sharp Broken Gold Sword was this... a kid who looked innocent?!

No, absolutely impossible!

The old demon cultivator looked solemn and asked in a deep voice:

"Kid, who are you?"

Mo Hua smiled and said nothing.
To be continued...