"How dare you, you are courting death."
Old Xu also reacted quickly, shouting loudly and waving the broken sword in his hand rapidly.
Several blue and red rays of light crisscrossed and appeared in front of him. The attacking Core Formation cultivators were immediately decomposed into several sections and easily killed.
It was evident that the power of the broken sword was formidable.
However, the fragmented corpses of these Core Formation cultivators had not lost their ability to move and had already rushed in front of Old Xu.
Old Xu's expression was unsightly, and he waved the broken sword again.
But before the sword light could be unleashed, those pieces of corpses exploded with a series of bangs, forming a large cloud of blood mist that impacted his body.
Old Xu grunted and was blown away by the blast.
Immediately afterwards, the old man let out a heart-wrenching scream. A strange figure appeared behind him at some unknown time. With a flash of blood, his body was split in half.
Old Xu was instantly killed as well.
This scene may seem long, but it only happened in an instant.
At this moment, the cultivators in the venue reacted, their expressions changed drastically. Some activated their defensive measures, while others quickly rushed towards the outside.
And that strange figure was none other than the cold-looking cultivator wearing a bamboo hat among the three Nascent Soul old monsters.
After Old Xu's physical body was split in half, a dark blue round bead flew out from one half of his body, quickly flying towards the sky.
This was his Core Formation, cultivated for hundreds of years. At this moment, attached to his essence soul, it transformed into a vague old man's face, shouting in horror, "Elder, save me!" As long as he could seize a physical body, he would have a chance to be reborn.
"Stop."
A dignified voice came from above.
The golden clouds above churned, condensing into a giant golden palm, slamming down towards the bamboo hat cultivator. The powerful wind pressure enveloped an area of more than ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length).
The mysterious cultivator wearing the bamboo hat did not dodge or evade. From under the bamboo hat, a bright red, long, tentacle-like tentacle shot out, instantly wrapping around Old Xu's Core Formation and pulling it back.
At the same time, he grasped the broken sword and chuckled coldly. The broken sword was activated in his hand, and he lightly waved it upwards, unleashing a sword light of several zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) long in blue and red colors. It collided with the giant golden claw, emitting a huge collision sound.
Immediately afterwards, two figures flew out from the clouds. It was the bare-chested Mo Dahan, and Qing Elder with an unsightly expression.
Mo Dahan unceremoniously opened his mouth, and a black light shot out from his mouth, transforming into a black light wheel of about ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) in size, attacking with the sound of piercing through the air.
The bamboo hat cultivator only snorted coldly and waved the broken sword in his hand again, unleashing another powerful sword light.
With a clear clang, the blue-red sword light collided with the black light wheel, knocking the light wheel away. The sword light continued its momentum, slashing towards Mo Dahan.
Dahan's face turned pale, and he hurriedly clapped his hands, summoning a black banner, which transformed into about ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) in size, releasing a dense black mist, forming a black cloud, covering himself within it.
At the same time, dark light flickered within the black cloud, and a hazy lion's head rushed out, emitting a shocking lion's roar. Circles of sound waves blocked in front of him, blocking the weakened sword light.
The cold light flickered in the bamboo hat cultivator's eyes, and he wanted to activate the broken sword again. A flash of green light appeared in front of him, and a square green wooden block floated above his head, suddenly smashing down.
The bamboo hat cultivator was unwilling to take it head-on and dodged to the side with a sway.
But as soon as he moved horizontally by a zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length), the wooden block above his head grew wildly, turning into wooden thorns, flying over.
He roared angrily, releasing a layer of blood light, blasting all the wooden thorns away.
But just as he escaped danger, the surrounding area suddenly shone with green light. A green flame cover quickly contracted, covering him inside.
From the outside, it looked like a huge green fireball, directly engulfing this person.
This was naturally Qing Elder's method. At this moment, this cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul mid-stage was holding a green treasure pearl, releasing strands of green flames.
At the same time, with a flip of his single hand, a red light feather fan appeared. Spiritual power was injected into it, and the feather fan grew to two zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) in size, with green and red flames floating on it, intending to give the trapped enemy a fatal blow.
But this temporarily trapped bamboo hat cultivator was not an ordinary person, although he looked like only a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator.
He let out a roar, and seven or eight blood-colored tentacles rushed out from his body, wrapping around himself, turning into a blood-colored meatball. With a loud bang, he forcibly pried open the shackles of the green flames and escaped.
These tentacles, like tails, spread out, filled with a fishy and stinky blood evil aura. It also revealed the true face of the bamboo hat man.
Qing Elder and the Mo surnamed man glanced at each other, their faces extremely unsightly.
Because the bamboo hat man did not look like a human cultivator. His whole body was like a human-shaped monster with skinned , with several thick tentacles wrapped around his body.
The monster looked at the two Nascent Soul old monsters and made a hoarse sound.
"Your abacus is pretty good. You want to use magical artifacts to attract me. Now I'm here, do you have the qualification to take me down? Hehe, I think your two Nascent Souls are not bad, why not offer them out."
" Blood Light, how did you become like this.", Qing Elder's face was green and black, questioning.
Saying that, the figure with the bloody aura, holding the broken sword high, without hesitation, split out a sword light of more than ten zhang(丈: zhang, a unit of length) long.
"I wonder how much my cultivation can recover after swallowing your Nascent Souls."
Mo Dahan and Qing Elder did not have time to judge whether this was the old demon Blood Light. They could only attack first and block the attack.
Especially Qing Elder at the peak of the Nascent Soul mid-stage, looking at the blood-colored man, he also sensed a trace of danger.
The three Nascent Soul old monsters fought as a group, each of their attacks was powerful. The auction venue was almost completely destroyed in an instant.
Many of the cultivators who had not had time to escape were affected, either seriously injured or directly killed.
Even those who saw the situation was not good and escaped a step slower were trapped in the shadow of the golden pagoda, and could never get out again.
"Why can't I get out?"
"The restriction is closed, how can this be. Let us out quickly." Terrified shouts, angry scolding , screams, etc. filled it, the scene was a mess.
