Chapter 120 Black Lotus

Xu Han did not have the mood to speculate like everyone else about the origin of this little monk who had suddenly arrived.

He had to deal with his right arm with all his might, but even if he did, the demonic energy in his right arm was still hard to contain. Gradually, it began to corrode his body. Just as he was about to despair, Zhong Changhen suddenly appeared.

Perhaps the battle between him and the little monk had attracted most of the little monk's strength, and the strange movements of Xu Han's demonic arm gradually stabilized. Especially after the big Buddha behind the little monk was defeated by Zhong Zhanghen's sword, his demonic arm had almost calmed down. But before he could be happy, the little monk suddenly looked like a different person.

His eyes were pitch-black and he couldn't find the slightest bit of white. The expression on his face was also frighteningly gloomy.

He looked more like a ghost crawling out of hell, and as the cold aura spread out, the demonic energy in Xu Han's right arm began to roll again. This time, the demonic energy riots were more than ten times stronger than before. His body trembled and he involuntarily half-knelt on the ground.

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"All living beings are suffering!"

"Samsara to Bliss!"

The little monk's cold voice echoed across the arena. Then, as if he had fallen into a devil's stunned state, he slowly stretched out his hand and held Zhong Changhen's aggressive sword in his hand without any bias.

Zhong Changhen frowned in hatred. He could clearly feel the little monk's peculiarity.

What made him even more shocked was that the aura emanating from the little monk's body at this moment was extremely similar to the aura he had just activated, and to a certain extent, it was even colder and purer than the aura he had activated.

He didn't have time to think about why this aura appeared on the little monk's body. At that time, a boundless force surged towards him along the little monk's body. His body trembled, and his internal organs immediately felt intense pain.

Zhong Changhen's face turned pale as he thought to himself, "It's not good. I want to withdraw my sword to defend myself, but at this moment, the sword that the little monk held in his flesh and blood is firmly embedded in the little monk's hand. No matter how hard he tries, he can't pull it away."

The strange force was getting more and more violent. It began to corrode Zhong Changhen's body bit by bit, and dense sweat began to appear on his forehead.

It wasn't that Zhong Changhen hadn't tried to neutralize that power with his True Essence, but that power was too strange. Whenever his True Essence touched that power, it would instantly dissipate, and he could only watch as that power devoured him.

With such a speed, his cultivation would probably be crippled in less than ten breaths of time.

Ding! ! !

At this moment, a clear sword cry suddenly sounded from the distant horizon.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavenly voice, and it accurately entered the ears of everyone present.

Before everyone could react.

A sword light lit up. A man dressed in black held a long sword in his hand. His body was like lightning. In an instant, he passed through the crowd and arrived in front of the little monk who had already entered a devil's stunned state.

The little monk was extremely vigilant. A hostile aura surged out of his pitch-black eyes. His other hand suddenly stretched out and held the man's sword in his hand as if he was dealing with Zhong Changhen.

"Demon." He let out a low roar, his voice hoarse, like the curse of a ghost before it fell into hell. Then, another strange black aura flowed through his body and began to surge into the person's body.

The man frowned on his cold face.

At that moment, his lips opened and a deep voice came out of his mouth.

"The Grand Dao is complete!"

"You can also use the Sword Derivation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black lotus flower suddenly appeared behind him.

The lotus flower was enormous. It had seven petals. From the moment it appeared, it slowly bloomed. Then, boundless sword intent flowed out from the lotus flower. At that moment, the aura around the man suddenly rose to an unfathomable level.

Everyone was naturally extremely shocked at that time, and they didn't understand who this man who had suddenly appeared was.

However, compared to the shock of the crowd, Xu Han's body trembled when he saw the phantom of the lotus flower that the man had summoned.

It was the Sword Lotus formed from the Great Evolution Sword Seed. The lotus flower was black, and its seven petals were open at the same time. It was a symbol only at the Earthly Immortal Realm, and it was exactly the same as the Senior Brother that Canghai Liu had once mentioned.

This man was the gravekeeper of the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, Mo Chen Zi!

The sword intent began to gather towards the sword in the man's hand. Under his pure sword intent, that terrifying black energy actually let out a wailing cry before slowly retreating.

"Break!" A cold light flashed in the man's eyes. At that moment, he shouted softly and pushed the sword in his hand forward again.

The sharp edge of the sword cut open the little monk's palm. Scorching blood gushed out. The little monk's body trembled as he took a few steps back from the pain.

Zhong Changhen, who had been suppressed by him, finally found an opportunity. With a move of the sword in his hand, the true essence in his body surged out like a dragon and snake, piercing straight towards the little monk's chest.

Although the little monk, who had suffered a series of setbacks, reacted in time and avoided this killing move, his right arm was still cut open by Zhong Changhen's sword.

The little monk covered his right arm with tears of blood. His pitch-black eyes flashed with a harsh expression. He knew that he could not defeat him. The black-clothed man was truly too strong, so he decided to retreat temporarily.

However, how could Zhong Changhen do as he wished? He succeeded in his attack but did not stop. He swung the sword in his hand and attacked the opponent from an extremely crafty angle.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the little monk suddenly stretched out his hand and formed a claw. A huge suction force came from it. At that time, a youth in the crowd was caught off guard by him and was blocked in front of him.

The youth was Song Yueming, who was close to Xu Han.

He had never seen such a scene before, and he was immediately frightened to the point of pale. Moreover, the little monk's cultivation was much stronger than his. Even if he used all of his abilities, he would not be able to break free from the little monk's control.

The sword that Zhong Changhen hated had already arrived in front of him. When he saw Song Yueming standing between him and the little monk, the Sword Dao Master's heart trembled. He had no choice but to forcefully interrupt this killing move that could take the life of the little monk.

Seeing this, the little monk knew that there was no chance to lose, so he threw Song Yueming out of his hand and blocked Zhong Changhen's attack again. He quickly activated the True Essence around him to turn into an afterimage and flee into the distance.

Seeing this, the people from the Exquisite Pavilion all wanted to chase after him, but just as their bodies were about to move.

"Stop chasing." The black-clothed man's deep voice sounded again.

Everyone was stunned as they looked at the man who had suddenly appeared, their eyes filled with doubt.

However, the man ignored this. He just raised his head and muttered to himself as he looked in the direction the little monk had escaped.

"You can't kill him."

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