Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 482 Danger Surrounded

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he was obviously caught off guard by this sudden attack.

He quickly dodged, trying to avoid the attack of the Moltres.

However, under Wu Ming's exquisite control, the Moltres was like a living creature, extremely agile. How could he dodge it so easily?

Seeing that Moltres was chasing him relentlessly, the middle-aged man had no choice but to quickly take out a magic weapon and hold it in front of him in an attempt to resist Moltres' fierce attack.

When Wu Ming took a closer look, he was surprised to find that the rosary magic weapon that the other party was holding in front of him was actually made up of a series of skulls!

These skulls are not ordinary bones, but real human skulls!

However, they have been refined into the size of a fist. From a distance, it is difficult to detect any clues if you don’t observe carefully.

"The cultivators of the Blood Evil Sect are indeed all evil heretics. They actually use human skulls to refine magical weapons!" Wu Ming cursed in his heart.

"This kind of insane behavior is simply outrageous! If I encounter the cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect in the future, I will not let any of them go and will kill them all!"

The moment he saw the skull rosary, the anger in Wu Ming's heart erupted like a volcano.

He decided not to show mercy anymore and to go all out to annihilate this group of Blood Evil Sect monks in one fell swoop to eliminate future troubles.

Having made up his mind, Wu Ming no longer paid attention to the Moltres that was about to be destroyed, but instead concentrated on controlling the Qingxiao Sword.

He just shook his wrist, and the Qingxiao Sword was like a blue lightning, drawing a graceful arc in the air and bypassing the opponent's Blood-Crying Whip at lightning speed.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Ming's figure flashed, and he swooped down like a ghost, rushing straight towards the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk watched with joy as the flaming bird in front of him gradually dissipated, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a green sword light came rushing like lightning, heading straight for his face!

He was shocked, having totally not expected this sudden attack.

Seeing the green flying sword coming at him fiercely, he had no time to command the Blood-Crying Whip in the sky. He could only hurriedly mobilize all his true energy and try his best to strengthen the defense in front of him.

As he practiced his skills, the rosary beads in front of him suddenly flashed with a strange light, and illusory souls appeared on each of the beads.

These souls had distorted faces and let out shrill screams, as if they were enduring great pain.

It turns out that these illusory souls are the resentment of those skulls in their lifetime!

The middle-aged monk actually forcibly sealed these resentments in this rosary, making it another means of his magic weapon and also a trump card that he kept hidden, and few people knew about it.

At this moment, driven by him, these resentful thoughts rushed towards the green flying sword like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, as if they wanted to use the power of their resentful thoughts to devour the true essence of the Qingxiao Sword, thereby resisting the fierce attack of the Qingxiao Sword.

However, facing this strange scene, Wu Ming showed no fear.

Not only did he not retreat because of the emergence of these resentments, but the anger in his heart burned even more fiercely.

As the Qingxiao Sword burned with his rage, the sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling green light, as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky.

At the same time, purple rays of light shot out from the sword like lightning. These purple rays of light seemed to have life and quickly wrapped around the surging resentment.

What was surprising was that the originally fierce resentment, when it came into contact with the purple light, quickly burned like a piece of burning paper and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

This is the unique characteristic of the Qingxiao Sword. The sword body is mixed with the essence of hundred-year-old thunder copper. This precious material has a great inhibitory effect on those magic methods.

Normally, this characteristic of the Qingxiao Sword would not be easily triggered, but today, during the fierce battle with the monks of the Xuesha Sect, it was unexpectedly stimulated.

After defeating those resentful thoughts, the Qingxiao Sword did not stop its advance, but rushed straight towards the rosary like a purple lightning.

The middle-aged monk originally thought that after activating another method of the rosary, he would be able to successfully delay Wu Ming's attack and buy himself enough time to respond.

However, he never expected that the means he had always regarded as his trump cards would be turned into ashes in an instant by the purple lightning of the Qingxiao Sword and disappeared without a trace.

Faced with this sudden change, the middle-aged monk's face became extremely ugly.

He stared at the scene in disbelief with his eyes wide open, his heart filled with shock and fear.

But he quickly came to his senses and realized that the situation was extremely critical and he had to take action immediately.

So, without hesitation, he quickly set up two shields in front of him, and at the same time injected more true energy into the rosary, hoping that these layers of defense could withstand the attack of the Qingxiao Sword.

As for escaping, he knew very well that with the powerful strength displayed by the other party, it would be impossible for him to escape, and he might even die faster by running away.

Therefore, he not only quickly set up several solid defenses in front of him, but also recalled the Blood-Weeping Whip hanging high in the sky without hesitation.

The blood-crying whip was seen circling rapidly in the air, like a ferocious blood dragon, rushing towards Wu Ming with its fangs and claws bared.

The attack was powerful and heavy, with astonishing force. The middle-aged monk obviously wanted to use this to "besiege Wei to save Zhao", forcing Wu Ming to be distracted to deal with it, thereby reducing the pressure he faced.

However, how could Wu Ming be so easily scared away?

He remained calm and composed as he slapped the storage bag on his waist. In an instant, a blood-red whip shot out like lightning and collided with the opponent's weeping blood whip!

The long whip was blood red all over, and it faintly emitted a bloody smell. It was the Blood-Weeping Whip that Wu Ming had not used for a long time!

In an instant, the two blood-weeping whips clashed fiercely in the air, entangled with each other, and wrestled with each other, as if two ferocious beasts were fighting to the death.

They fought back and forth, neither giving in, and it was difficult to tell who would win for a while.

This thrilling scene makes people wonder if there is an internal conflict among the monks in the Blood Evil Sect?

The middle-aged monk felt a tightness in his heart when he saw this.

He originally thought that his Blood-Crying Whip could cause some trouble to Wu Ming, but he didn't expect that the other party also possessed the same magical weapon.

What made him even more suspicious was where did the other party get the Blood-Weeping Whip from?

You must know that the Blood-Crying Whip is the unique magic weapon of the Blood Demon Sect, and it is impossible for outsiders to possess it.

The middle-aged monk thought about it and suddenly realized: the other party has the Weeping Blood Whip in his hand, so there is only one possibility - he once killed his fellow disciples of the Blood Evil Sect, so he got the Weeping Blood Whip!