I am a living immortal.

The Mengtian giant ship slowed down, but continued to move forward.

The immortal cultivators have been fighting around the Mengtian giant ship.

Faced with a big demon.

These immortal cultivators were not at a disadvantage.

At this time, each side showed off their magical powers and fought back and forth. Although the current situation was temporarily stable, the current strength of the cultivators could not cause fatal damage to Hei Wuxiang.

Black Wuxiang, the great demon, gives off a strong sense of oppression.

He seemed to be at ease when facing the siege of a group of people. He was a good cultivator, but it was the first time for them to cooperate, so he seemed to be disorganized. He seemed to be cooperating, but he was fighting alone.

This requires time to adjust and observe.

However, fighting is not a game, every minute and every second is crucial, and there is no time for everyone to get used to each other.

Huang San obviously realized this. They needed someone to unify them, and as the main combatant, he must be at the front.

At this moment, Lianqi, the girl in green clothes who had been observing, stood up, and a series of voices appeared in everyone's ears. This was Lianqi's Dharma.

The moment is finally brewing.

A voice also appeared in Huang San's mind.

"Huang San, you are the strongest among us. You will take the lead in attacking. We will create opportunities for you to attack."

As soon as he finished speaking, three cultivators took the first step to attack.

He also knew these three people.

She was dressed in a fiery red dress, and the long sword in her hand was burning with flames. The flames were more intense and hotter than when she stabbed herself. There was no fear in her eyes, and she reached Hei Wuxiang's side in just a few steps.

Just when Hei Wuxiang wanted to fight back.

A circular white light enveloped him, and a figure in spiritual armor suddenly appeared on the other side of him, and two different long swords arrived in an instant.

"Ok?"

"boom!!!"

He caught a knife with one hand, and the moment he caught it, a long arrow appeared in front of him with an unstoppable posture.

The threat posed by this arrow is greater than any danger felt before.

Huang San looked at the arrow in surprise.

This arrow is not...

That’s right, this sword was shot out by Shao Shang, and Lianqi took Shao Shang’s sword into it.

Among the immortal cultivators there is a master of grafting.

Shao Shang shot an arrow with all his strength at the Cangyue Wolf King, but the Cangyue Wolf King dodged the arrow by turning sideways as expected. Then the arrow was transferred to Hei Wuxiang.

Huang San had tried Shao Shang's sword and arrow before.

Now it was Hei Wuxiang's turn to try to catch the arrow.

Hei Wuxiang looked at the arrow in front of him in surprise, which he could not dodge. He gave up attacking with the two long swords and tried to block it with all his heart.

The black aura turned into scales on one arm, and a palm was thrown out, and the collision with the arrow produced an explosive impact.

The scales on his hand broke, leaving a streak of blood and flew out to the side.

Hei Wuxiang felt the pain in his body and actually laughed out loud: "Good arrow, what a pity."

The black energy on his body squirmed, and in the blink of an eye the wound on his arm healed.

The wounds from the two long swords on his body were not even as severe as the damage caused by this arrow.

This made the two people who drew their swords look ugly.

After praising him, Hei Wuxiang turned to look at the two of them. "You're still a little short of perfection, but your coordination is quite good. I'm curious why your coordination has suddenly become so proficient."

"That's okay, this is what makes it interesting."

As he said this, he waved his hand casually, and the two men's faces changed. They were knocked away and spat out blood. The gap between them was like a chasm.

The immortal cultivators were not discouraged.

The attacks came one after another, with seamless coordination, and Huang San was always looking for opportunities, constantly accumulating strength in his hands.

On Hei Wuxiang's side, the cultivators' coordinated offensive was no longer as disorganized as before, which caused a lot of trouble to Hei Wuxiang. He also had to keep an eye on Huang San who was not far away.

"You cooperated well, but unfortunately... from now on, I won't play with you anymore." Hei Wuxiang blocked a wave of attacks, and the black energy on his body gradually spread, and he turned to reveal his true form.

The huge black wind kept spinning.

Beneath the black wind, there were strange noises. The original scales turned into invisible black gas and transformed into robes that covered the whole body. The scarlet eyes suddenly lit up.

The pressure felt by the immortal cultivators became even greater.

Hei Wu stretched out his hands which kept changing.

"Everyone, you should be thankful that you have fought with me to this extent." His voice was uncertain, like words and like roars, thousands of voices overlapping together.

"No form or definition."

His finger slid through the air and drew a boundary. Any attack that touched this boundary would turn into empty black air and be sucked into the air by Hei Wuxiang.

Pairs of strange hands spread out at the feet like lotus flowers.

Afterwards, all these attacks were returned exactly as they were.

Hei Wuxiang's true strength was fully revealed.

What is formlessness? It is the form without a fixed appearance. It is the form that is free from form and is the true form.

What is the true appearance? Everything you see, care about, and think about is the true appearance.

I am you, I am him. Everything I see is false. Only what I see is real. Negation and affirmation are all in my hands.

The immortal cultivators all have a certain understanding of Wuxiang, but they are still a little solemn at this moment. This is within their expectations, but the strength displayed by Black Wuxiang is really shocking. Is this the true strength of the big demon?

Especially those in close combat.

Hei Wuxiang flashed in front of them and raised his hand to strike them with a palm. With this palm, the three of them were instantly enveloped by a huge black aura before anyone could react.

Three figures fell into the sea.

It only takes a moment.

Before falling into the sea, several figures disappeared and were moved away.

The moment the immortal cultivator used the technique of transplanting flowers and grafting trees, he felt a gaze that made him shudder.

"Stop him!!"

Needless to say, other cultivators stepped forward one after another, but at this moment, Hei Wuxiang was surrounded by black energy, and in just a moment, those who wanted to intercept him were knocked back thousands of meters.

The situation is changing rapidly.

In a blink of an eye, the original balance was broken, the power was completely unbalanced, the big demons and monsters were overwhelming the ordinary cultivators, and very few could enter the Tao.

Before, I could still fight.

Now... I watched helplessly as Hei Wuxiang rushed in as if he were in an empty space, and directly shattered the original formation.

Just at this time.

Above the water, a rope and a brocade ribbon suddenly rushed out and formed a net bag around Hei Wuxiang.

The people of Qixia Sect immediately recognized this method.

"It's the elder!!"

Hei Wuxiang snorted coldly: "You saved your life, but you came back to die. You don't know what's good for you!!"