Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

"Amitabha, good cannot prevail over evil, benefactor Witch King, please turn back!" Master Huikong's voice penetrated the noise of the underworld purgatory and reached the ears of the Witch King, with unquestionable majesty and compassion.

However, the Witch King did not seem to be moved by these words. His laughter became even crazier and the black energy became thicker, as if he wanted to absorb the entire power of the Netherworld Purgatory into his body.

"You think you can stop me like this? Haha, how naive! Today, I'll let you see what true despair is!"

As the Witch King finished speaking, the darkness in the Netherworld Purgatory seemed to be given life and became even more turbulent.

Those ghosts and shadow creatures were no longer simple illusions. They began to merge and form huge and ferocious monsters of the underworld. They roared and launched a fierce attack on the golden Buddha statue and the Sanqing Imperial Formation where the four people were with the momentum of destroying everything.

at the same time,

On the top of the mountain, Lin Han stood quietly in the wind, taking in the fierce battle below.

"Haha, I didn't expect that this Witch King is so popular?" Lin Han's mouth curled up slightly, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Things are becoming more and more interesting!"

"Master!" At this moment, Mo Beixuan's figure instantly appeared beside Lin Han.

"Is Senior Yunlong okay?" Lin Han tilted his head slightly and asked Mo Beixuan with a gentle look.

"Thank you, Master, for giving me that elixir. My beloved disciple has recovered from his injuries and is full of energy. I estimate he can live another hundred or eighty years!" Mo Beixuan's gratitude was beyond words. He bowed and saluted, his tone full of awe and loyalty.

Lin Han nodded slightly and turned his gaze to the battlefield below again. There, light and darkness were intertwined, and there were constant roars and roars. The contest between the four grand masters and the Witch King had reached a climax.

"Bei Xuan, the one with the black energy below is the Witch King! Go play with him first!"

Lin Han's voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable authority, as if even the wind in the air had stopped for a moment. Mo Beixuan's eyes flashed with excitement and fighting spirit as he bowed and promised, "As you command, Master!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Beixuan's figure disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a faint afterimage, and rushed towards the battlefield below where the fierce fighting was in full swing.

at the same time.

Puff-!

All four of them spat out blood, their bodies involuntarily thrown back by the might of the Nether Beast. The light of the golden Buddha statue and the Three Pure Ones' Imperial Formation began to flicker, clearly under immense pressure. Master Huikong's face was pale, but he still clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, attempting to stabilize the situation with his Buddha's power. Master Wangye's sword tip trembled, the lightning light dimming slightly, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Zhang Daoxuan's bronze mirror's radiance dimmed, but the power of the stars still stubbornly resisted the encroaching Nether Qi. Master Ziyu's situation was even more difficult. While his purifying rain was effective, it seemed powerless against such a massive Nether Beast.

"How is it? Everyone, does the taste of this netherworld purgatory suit your taste?" The voice of the Witch King came from the darkness, with a bit of teasing and pride.

"Witch King, you old fool, you actually have such a trick, how insidious!" Master Wang Ye roared, pointing his sword to the sky, lightning condensing again. Even though his body was injured, his fighting spirit did not diminish in the slightest. "But today, I, Wang Ye, will fight you, the giant beast of the underworld, to the bitter end!"

Zi Yu Zhenren bit her red lip, forming hand seals. The purifying rain grew denser, each drop imbued with the pure power to cleanse the world's filth, attempting to buy everyone a moment of respite. "Light will eventually dispel darkness. Witch King, your end has come!"

Master Huikong closed his eyes and concentrated, with the Buddha's light shining on him. He recited scriptures and was surrounded by golden light. It seemed that he was resonating with the heaven and earth, trying to awaken the dormant power of justice and compassion.

"Amitabha, everything in the world has its cause and effect. Donor Wu Wang, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right here!"

Seeing this, Zhang Daoxuan gritted his teeth. The stars on the bronze mirror were rotating. He communicated with the power of the stars in heaven and earth, trying to use the power of the universe to fight against the infinite darkness of this netherworld purgatory.

"The stars guide us, justice endures, Witch King, your ambition will ultimately come to nothing!"

"Since you're all so eager to reincarnate, I'll grant your wish!" Upon seeing this, the Witch King's expression darkened. Black energy suddenly condensed into sharp tentacles, like chains from the abyss. With a shrill whistling sound, they pounced upon the four Grandmasters. Each tentacle contained a terrifying force capable of tearing through space, as if to drag them completely into eternal darkness.

At this critical moment, Mo Beixuan's figure pierced through the darkness like lightning. He held a long sword with a flashing cold light in his hand. Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the netherworld energy retreated, leaving behind clearly visible cracks.

"Who is this? How dare you ruin my plans!" the Witch King roared, his dark energy radiating an indescribable rage and shock. He hadn't imagined that someone could so easily navigate the depths of this netherworld, posing a threat to his offensive.

Mo Beixuan landed steadily in front of Zi Yu Zhenren and the other four people, with his long sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and a faint sword energy and an inexplicable majesty surrounded him.

"Who are you, sir, and why do you want to interfere in the feud between me and these ants?" The voice of the Witch King echoed in the netherworld purgatory, carrying with it a sense of oppression that should not be underestimated.

"I came here to play with you on the orders of my master, and also to vent my anger for my apprentice." Mo Beixuan said coldly.

"Who is your apprentice? Countless masters have died in my hands, and even more have been injured by me. How can I remember every one of them?" The Witch King sneered, obviously not taking Mo Beixuan seriously. In his eyes, he was just another person who was seeking death.

“Lü Yunlong!”

"Lv Yunlong?" Upon hearing this, the Witch King pondered for a moment, then sneered and said, "Haha, of course I am who I am. It turns out that I am that ignorant old man from the Dragon Group?

You said you were his master, but judging from your appearance, how come your apprentice is older than you? Haha..."

The Witch King's words were full of ridicule and disdain, as if in his eyes, both Lu Yunlong and Mo Beixuan were just ants.

Mo Beixuan ignored him completely, turned around and said to Zi Yu Zhenren and others, "Everyone, go to the side to recover from your injuries, and leave this garbage to me!"

Upon hearing this, Master Zi Yu and the others all showed gratitude on their faces.

Master Huikong clasped his hands together and said softly, "Amitabha, thank you for your help. I and others will do our best to recover and be ready to fight again." After that, the four of them stepped aside, sat cross-legged, closed their eyes and regulated their breathing, trying to recover the lost spiritual and physical power as soon as possible.