The tall man had a gloomy face and said nothing.

Obviously he has also realized that this matter is very difficult to resolve. At this time, saying anything more will not only be useless, but will also make people laugh.

Immediately, he clapped his palms in front of him.

"boom!"

Amidst the muffled sound like thunder, the void seemed to be fluctuating violently.

Countless lightning bolts roared out from his palm. In an instant, they condensed into sharp purple arrows. Following the movement of his palm, they roared towards Nie Huan like a torrent. They were violent and domineering, and seemed to be able to destroy everything.

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Nie Huan raised his eyes slightly, and two thousand spiritual swords whizzed upward.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the two torrents of purple and white collided violently, causing an earth-shattering explosion. The purple light shattered, the swords scattered, and the terrifying energy rolled like waves, raging rapidly in all directions.

The winged woman frowned slightly, and with one movement of her wings, she swept dozens of feet across to avoid being harmed by the fish in the pond.

But the more than two thousand sharp swords scattered by the purple torrent had gathered together again, passed through the stairs, and appeared above the tall man. The sword intent was rolling like a tide, seemingly unstoppable.

The tall man's eyes were cold, and a rich purple aura rose up. In an instant, he turned into a majestic giant lion. On the huge body, lightning flashed and electric snakes entangled, and it was unparalleled in its ferocity.

"Roar!"

Opening its mouth, the giant lion let out a thundering roar, swallowing the roaring torrent of spiritual swords into its belly in one gulp. Then, a thunderous explosion burst out from the giant lion's body, and something fierce seemed to be going on inside.

of confrontation.

"You're done!"

The tall man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It is impossible for a real spiritual sword to appear here. Therefore, the more than two thousand small spiritual swords can only be the true form of the other party's activation.

He was indeed very afraid of that true form.

Even though he had successfully trapped them at this moment, he was still a little uneasy. The torrent of spiritual swords were rushing and strangling in the belly of the giant lions, making him clearly feel that his true form would be difficult to trap them for too long.

In this case, this person must be blasted down as quickly as possible.

Without the help of his true form, this person with only the fifth level of true form cultivation, no matter how many spiritual apertures he has, he should not be able to resist himself who is at the ninth level of destiny.

It's a pity that this is a place of inheritance. If it were outside, how would a true cultivator have a chance to be arrogant in front of him?

With a cold snort in his heart, the tall man punched him.

The majestic spiritual power surged out like a volcanic eruption, and seemed to turn into an extremely violent purple sea of ​​thunder. It rushed towards Nie Huan, who was only about ten steps away. It was so powerful that it seemed to be able to

Destroy heaven and earth.

"What a coincidence, I think so too!"

Nie Huan narrowed his eyes and smiled calmly. The true form of the "Reincarnation Sword Willow" dozens of feet high flashed out. The giant tree shook, the willow branches danced wildly, and the even more vast sword intent rolled and surged like a huge wave, oppressing all directions.

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At this moment, everyone on the inheritance path felt as if their breathing was suffocating.

Like the tall man before, they felt that the densely packed spiritual swords were his true form. Because only in this way could they explain why those spiritual swords that were solidified could appear.

But now, they realized that they were wrong.

The true form of this person is not those tiny spiritual swords, but this towering tree that is at least dozens of feet tall.

"How can this be?"

The tall man also changed his face in shock.

The scene in front of him could be said to be completely beyond his imagination. Even if the tree was its true form, how could a person with only the fifth level cultivation of the true form condense such a huge true form?

However, before he could understand what was going on, the huge wicker had already struck with the force of thunder.

"boom!"

The sea of ​​thunder transformed by the spiritual power instantly shattered, and the giant lion exploded immediately. More than two thousand spiritual swords immediately escaped from the trap, pouring on the tall man like a torrent, erupting with an almost irresistible force.

The tall man flew backwards uncontrollably. When he fell to the ground, he had already retreated dozens of steps.

"call!"

The thick wicker stick, like a shadow, was drawn out again.

The nearby monks felt as if the pillars of heaven were falling and the giant peaks were collapsing, but they could only cry with sorrow on their faces, use their spiritual power crazily, and run wildly along the stairs to both sides, trying to avoid the whipping range of the branches.

The tall man's eyes widened angrily, and the giant purple lion appeared again, and his entire body was integrated into it. Then, he waved his pair of huge claws and pounced away, roaring loudly wherever he passed.

Continuously.

The next moment.

"boom!"

After the violent impact, the giant lion was knocked out again.

While still in mid-air, its lion body collapsed, revealing the tall man's body covered by "Xuan Yang Essence" again.

This time, he had followed in the footsteps of his brothers and fell directly onto the round platform.

"Ouch!"

Although the tall man was unscathed, all his previous efforts were in vain. This made him smoke, and he roared like a beast, "Bastard, if we meet again one day, I will kill you!"

The feeling of extreme weakness and decadence made him want to go crazy and vomit blood.

He was driven down the stairs and consumed a huge amount of spiritual power. Not to mention that he no longer had the ability or time to catch up. Even if he caught up with that bastard, what awaited him would probably be the fate of being driven down again.

All he could do at this moment was to vent his rage and incompetence.

"Okay, I'll wait."

A clear voice came from the top of the avenue, "Remember, my name is Nie Huan!"

The towering giant tree that exuded the terrifying sword power immediately dissipated into nothingness. The huge sense of oppression finally disappeared. Almost everyone on the inheritance road breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

"Nie Huan!" The tall man almost squeezed out two characters from between his teeth, and then roared with fire-like eyes, "My name is Lei Jing, and I come from the 'Asura Taoist Sect' in the Ziyang world! You also give me

I remember!"

"You dare to sign up even though you are a defeated general? It's ridiculous!"

"you……"

Lei Jing suddenly had veins on his forehead bulging out, and his face was so red that it seemed like he could bleed. A great sense of shame surged out from the depths of his soul, and he wanted to tear that guy into pieces! Ever since he was a child, he had never been humiliated like this before.

Pass?

Nie Huan ignored him. When his true form dispersed, more than two thousand spiritual swords were submerged in his body.

The next moment, he continued to move forward at an extremely alarming speed.

Level 700!

Level 800!

Level 900!

…

The rest of the journey is smooth.

On this avenue of inheritance, he is already far ahead, and no one can close the distance with him.

Even the winged woman behind can't.

"In this world, is there really a 'Foundation-Building Dzogchen' monk as grandma said?"
Chapter completed!