The First Sword of the Earth

Almost in the blink of an eye, the vampires who were chasing Wang Sheng watched helplessly as the Dahua monk who had been flying upside down facing them disappeared into a dense white mist.

And this white mist quickly spread towards the surroundings, enveloping the sky, the earth, and all directions.

The forward figures of these vampires had to stop, and in anger, they looked in all directions in a daze.

What's this?

What kind of scientific method is used to create the poisonous fog?

The moment the Nine Profound Trapped Spirit Formation was activated, almost three or four hundred vampires fell into the formation at the same time!

The moment the big formation was launched, there was a sudden change outside the big formation.

Originally, the vampires at the back didn't notice anything unusual, and were about to rush in, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of the formation, raised his left hand, and a light red wall of light appeared behind him, making the vampires rushing in behind a little bit They crashed into a mess in embarrassment.

This is an old man with gray hair and a skinny figure. He wears a pair of sunglasses, and his movements are a little trembling, but the breath it emits and the suppression of the blood make the chaotic vampires behind him quiet down at the same time.

The place where the old man was standing happened to be the edge of the formation, and then he whispered:

"Daomen Formation."

The pronunciation used is almost the same as the ancient Dahua dialect thousands of years ago.

Then he said slowly in the Gran dialect: "Don't come near here, this is the formation of the monks of the Dahua Kingdom, which can trap and kill people without even needing to take action.

Once you get in, you probably won't be able to get out. "

A group of vampires couldn't help but look at each other. They could see the backs of those clansmen flying forward, they could see the grassland in front of them, and they could see an oriental female monk standing on the grass slope, and behind them were more than a dozen captured clansmen. ...

The old man moved his finger forward a little, and the pictures were like a curtain, with shallow ripples.

Then, the picture disappeared, and what appeared in front of them was a thick white mist.

This white mist covered a range of several kilometers, and the three or four hundred vampires that rushed in before had disappeared, and they couldn't even sense where their blood was at all.

The old man sighed slowly,

He said slowly in modern Gran dialect: "This is what will happen to you if you insist on going your own way, sons of Feilad."

"grown ups……"

Two vampires at the rank of marquis or earl rushed behind the old man, and immediately talked to the old man in a low voice.

The old man just shook his head slightly and kept rejecting their request.

"I have warned you a long time ago that you can reproduce, develop your own dependents, and enjoy your long life anywhere in the world, only the East, only the present Dahua Kingdom.

He has developed in ancient times to the point of making us tremble.

Children, you may think that an old man like me is exaggerating, but more than a thousand years ago, we did something similar to what you do now. At that time, the number of families was several times that of today, and the army we prepared was several times what it is now. ten times.

As a result, when we reached the border of that ancient country, only a middle-aged man appeared in front of us and defeated us in an instant.

From then on, our blood race will fall into decline, reduced to the field of being chased and beaten by those missionaries. "

"But, my lord, don't we care about the clansmen inside?"

"My lord, don't you want to avenge the prince? You have lost so many people today..."

The blood races around were a little angry, but they didn't dare to look directly at the old man's back.

The old man was about to answer something, when suddenly there was a scream in the white mist in front of him.

The screeching sound seemed to be far away from them, tens of hundreds of kilometers away; and it seemed to be right next to their ears, happening right in front of their eyes.

Only the blood race understands the meaning of these screams, they heard the powerlessness and fear of the same race before death...

"Even if I go in, there is no guarantee that I can bring anyone out, not even me," the old man slowly shook his head, "After today, let the Ferrard family become vassals of the other five families. Let them pay for themselves."

At the moment, many vampires changed their complexions, and they were naturally from the Ferrard family.

But no vampire dared to raise objections, because they could intuitively feel the strength and majesty of this old man.

The screaming sound lasted for three minutes, and the white mist surged, and the screaming sound inside it disappeared immediately.

A black shadow was slowly walking out of the white mist, and the old man took off his glasses silently, but his cloudy eyes exuded a bit of nervousness.

Soon, the outline of this figure became clearer.

The long sword in the right hand pointed towards the ground obliquely, the light blue Taoist robe, the long hair with the Taoist hairpin tied up, and the calm face.

He moved forward step by step, and instead of meeting the remaining vampires, many of them retreated subconsciously.

An incomparably powerful force radiated from this man Yijian, turning the air into a quagmire.

The old man frowned, but slowly lowered his head, bowed and saluted, and said slowly in a somewhat unfamiliar old Chinese tune:

"My people have no intention of offending, respected monks from the East, because Gucci Ferrard's willful behavior has cast a shadow on our supposedly peaceful friendship, which makes me deeply regret."

Wang Sheng narrowed his eyes, and just snorted coldly, with a little disdain in his eyes, as if he was very upset now and wanted to kill someone...

If there are people who are familiar with Wang Sheng, such as Monk Huai Jing or Liu Yunzhi, they will probably feel a little bit of murmuring in their hearts.

Is this person Feiyu himself? Was it taken away or what?

This kind of demeanor that is domineering, who is more than me, and who doesn't take anyone seriously, is not too different from the usual swordsman who talks and smiles, and his eyes are always calm.

...

A few minutes ago, the moment the grand formation was opened and the ancient vampire prince appeared, Yao Yun in Wuling Sword immediately sounded a reminder.

"A foreign ancient demon equivalent to a monk in the Transcendence Tribulation Period?"

Wang Sheng was also taken aback, and then realized that this should be one of the three ancient blood princes from thousands of years ago.

'That's right, it's indeed an evil spirit, and he has a lot of crimes to kill,' Yao Yun said softly, 'Do you have the heart to kill evil spirits? '

"In the stage of crossing the catastrophe... the vampire's fighting methods are relatively simple, even if his strength is at the peak of the stage of birth, he is also two realms higher than mine," Wang Sheng replied with a wry smile, "This fight is impossible."

Afterwards, Wang Sheng looked at the white mist around him, "Can you introduce it into the formation?"

Yao Yun said: 'This formation can trap him for three days, but if you want to kill him, you and Hua Qing need to take action, or spend time preparing a stronger killing formation. '

Wang Sheng pondered a few times, then turned to discuss the matter with his senior sister.

This is also the reason why the vampires were not killed immediately after the formation was opened.

The appearance of the ancient prince was actually expected by Wang Sheng; but the strength of the ancient prince of the blood clan was about the same as that of Sister Xilian, which was really beyond Wang Sheng's expectation.

The point is, Hu Banxian didn't know where he went at this moment, and said he caught up from behind, but he hasn't shown up until now...

Yaoyun reminded that although Wang Sheng didn't know how to change the formation, he would not get lost in the trapped formation, and soon found his senior sister, as well as the Feixia sword that was floating beside her at this time, acting as the eye of the formation.

When the old man was outside talking to the "descendants" about the blood clan's Eastern Expedition thousands of years ago, Wang Sheng, Mu Wanxuan, and Yao Yun were also discussing countermeasures.

The formation can only last for a maximum of three days. If the ancient blood prince does not leave, it will be the greatest disaster for Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan.

Although with Yaoyun's help, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan are not incapable of fighting, but if the delay is too long, a war between the blood clan and the Taoist sect might break out here.

An ancient prince is enough to make the Taoist sect feel unprecedented pressure, let alone three...

Of course, the Daoist sect also has a way to deal with it, such as the sixteen "supreme elders" who moved back from the underworld; although Wang Sheng thinks that these sixteen "supreme elders" are not very reliable.

Until Yao Yun said softly: 'This monster seems to be afraid of Taoism, it's just such a simple trap, but he hesitated for so long and dared not step in. '

A flash of inspiration flashed in Wang Sheng's mind, and he suddenly had an idea.

"If this is the case, why not try psychological warfare, let's take a gamble."

'Psychological warfare? What is that? '

It wasn't just Yaoyun who was a little puzzled, Mu Wanxuan also tilted her head.

"It's a psychological game with him. To put it simply, it's to see if I can scare him." As soon as Wang Sheng opened his mind, various ideas suddenly popped up.

The blood race looks strong at this time, because they gain power through the awakening of blood;

Daomen is the continuous inheritance of the method of cultivating Taoism, which is practiced step by step by contemporary monks, so that now the blood race can threaten the stability of Daomen.

But more than a thousand years ago, when the vitality had not yet been cut off, these blood races could only be regarded as "unpopular" foreign monsters.

When the heavenly court left, the purge of the earth's demons by the heavenly soldiers and generals must have also descended on the heads of the ancient blood races. Now these 'ancient princes' can only be said to have slipped through the net.

The more Daoist Wang thought about it, the more he felt that the other party might have a heartfelt fear and fear of Taoism...

This can perhaps be used a little bit.

"Senior Sister, let's work together to destroy all the vampires in the formation as quickly as possible!"

Yao Yun immediately understood what Wang Sheng was going to do, 'If you can't scare the other party, you may really have to fight to the death. '

"That's okay. Although the odds are small, it's not all."

Wang Sheng clenched the Wuling Sword tightly, smiled at Mu Wanxuan, and the two figures disappeared into the white mist, one on the left and the other on the right.

At the same time, the Feixia sword trembled slightly, and the arrangements in various parts of the formation were activated.

With thunder flashing and yin and yang grinding, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, relying on the cover of the formation, quickly harvested these vampires scurrying around like headless chickens like no man's land, screaming one after another.

A few minutes later, all the vampires in the formation were wiped out, and Wang Sheng signaled his senior sister to go back to Feixia Sword and provide support at any time.

Holding the Spiritless Sword, he himself took a deep breath and walked out of the formation.