Bang!

  A dull impact, like a direct knock on the heart, no explosion as imagined, no radiant light splashing everywhere, two golden sparks, like two flames, collided and simultaneously extinguished.

  Nanmen Yang's whole body shook, his golden pupils burning with even more anger, and he suddenly roared: "Get out of my sight!"

  The great sword in hand shone with even more golden light, like a fierce sun. In the blink of an eye, even the curved moon above the large array lost its luster and became dull and dim!

  "Mountain Splitting Sword!"

  The sword tip had just slashed down, the golden sword tip's whooshing sound through the air started faintly as if nonexistent, but suddenly, it was like a monster being torn apart, abruptly letting out an extremely mournful and shrill scream!

  A golden-yellow sword tip, like a crescent moon, swept across the air with a tearing whistle, slanting towards the enemy soldiers!

  The symbols on his body shone brighter, like insects crawling around, and in the blurry face, those eyes became exceptionally deep and profound, with a consistent indifference.

  "I was born for battle!"

  Four words of firm and low tone came out from the mouth of the symbol soldier one by one: Bow Step Charging Fist!

  Another punch is out!

  A golden fist-shaped light ball shot out, and the rumbling sound was like molten lava surging from the depths of the earth, carrying an unstoppable momentum, rumbling past!

  Bang!

  Another deafening explosion shook the ground violently, making people's hearts panic!

  Some cultivators who were originally watching from the sidelines suddenly changed their expressions and began to retreat backwards.

  The massive body of Nanmen Yang shook again, his hair standing upright on his head, like a chaotic wind blowing, rising and falling.

  Two swords in vain, the battle intent and madness in Nanmen Yang's chest rose to its peak! The golden pupils suddenly ignited, almost turning into two clusters of golden flames, as a golden light began to contract inward from his body. A thin layer of golden armor that seemed substantial appeared on him, and the giant sword in his hand was wrapped in dense golden mist, as if flames were dancing!

  It seemed to sense that the final battle had arrived, and the silent symbol soldier's entire body shone brightly with revived symbols, like a swarm of insects crawling along its armor, rapidly surging towards the right fist that was once again placed on its chest.

  His eyes became increasingly deep and solemn, until they were empty and hollow.

  "Die!" The explosive roar was like a thunderclap on the ground, and the blue-green mist around him burst out in all directions, clearing a blank area with a diameter of one zhang (about 3.3 meters) centered on him. The power of his shout was so mighty!

  He slowly slashed out! Without half a point of whistling sound!

  However, every muscle in Nanmen Yang's body seemed to be jumping with this sword. As soon as the sword fell into the air, the breathtaking momentum had already crushed the ground inch by inch!

  "I was born for this war!" The low and deep voice, yet with a different kind of power that directly pierces the heart, a firm conviction filled every person's heart along with the four words.

  All the runes on his body surged into his right fist, and his surroundings dimmed without light. His entire body began to virtualize, like a golden mist that could dissipate at any time, except for his fist which was even more dazzling than before.

  Its movements are exactly the same as just now!

  Bow Step Charging Fist!

  A transparent fist burst forth from his right fist, as if a crystal sculpture had come to life!

  His fist didn't hit Nangong Sun's body, it flew halfway and when Nangong Sun's great sword slowly fell, it exploded with a loud bang!

  Bang!

  This muffled sound was even more low-pitched than the previous two, but all the cultivators who witnessed this punch and sword trembled involuntarily when they heard this muffled thunder.

  Clang! The Southern Gate's Yang retreated three steps, his entire golden armor transforming back into golden light, his expression somewhat dispirited.

  And in front of him, where Fu Bing had just stood, there was nothing left, no trace at all!

  "What a great opponent!" Nan Mengyang's expression was somewhat disheartened, but he couldn't help but loudly cheer, his eyes filled with some regret as he looked at the place where Fu Bing had disappeared.

  Just then, Yu Baiji's voice filled with hatred and desperation reached Nanmen Yang's ears.

  "South Gate, come on! I'm going all out with you!"

  In a corner of the Tian Huan Yue Ming Zhen, Zu Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bright red bloodstain fell on the ground in front of him, shocking to behold. He controlled the talisman soldiers, but Nanmen Yang's final sword strike far exceeded his endurance. He was only controlling the talisman soldiers to deal with Nanmen Yang, yet he was also wounded by a single blow, and his heart couldn't help but deeply fear Nanmen Yang's strength!

  He wiped away the bloodstains from his mouth corners and gritted his teeth expressionlessly.

  Savage! You just play well with Xiao Bai!

  He gritted his teeth and continued to set up the formation, forcibly controlling the chaotic spiritual energy within his body.

  Nanmen Yang and Fu Bing clashed three times, causing the cultivators in the Fu army to become dizzy and disoriented. This was a completely brutal and direct collision, without any fancy moves or dodging!

  Many people were shocked. Although Nanmen Yang's strength was evaluated as not bad, due to his humble origins, he was still not favored by many people, and the vast majority of people only thought that he had a good future, who would have thought that he actually had such terrifying strength.

  Many people's hearts couldn't help but feel a slight chill when they recalled Nanmen Yang's appearance as if he were a war god just now.

  But what they didn't expect was another person, and that was Zuo Mo!

  Although the Fu soldiers are rare, they are difficult to enter the eyes of these people. The consumption of such Fu seals is ridiculed by most sword cultivators. Of course, the key is still their power, and none of the Fu soldiers they had seen before had such momentum!

  The key is that the one controlling the puppet soldiers is a cultivator who has only reached the foundation building stage!

  This almost overturned many fixed ideas in their minds.

  The gap on the border can't be changed by a single soldier. However, Zuo Mo did it, although he only managed to hold his ground for three moves without falling behind, this was already a miracle in everyone's eyes.

  So far, this year's weakest contestant in the trial sword conference has yet to appear.

  This undoubtedly conveys a message

  Zuo Mo still had a way out!

  The large array remained still and unmoving, those halos gathered at the top of the south gate all dispersed, freely wandering around as before.

  Zuo Mo's astonishing performance, however, piqued the interest of many. Like Chang An, he only found it interesting enough to enter the formation array, but due to Zuo Mo's dominant display, it sparked an enormous interest in him.

  He was very curious about how far Zuo Mo could go?

  There is more than one person who thinks this way.

  In the sky, Wuling Sanren unexpectedly let out a soft sigh: "Not bad, able to exchange three blows with Nanmen Yang, using the Symbolic Soldier well."

  Wei Fei's eyes also showed a hint of surprise: "His spiritual awareness seems to be extremely powerful, this is rarely seen, does the Wu Kong Sword Sect specialize in cultivating spiritual awareness?"

  "Without spiritual awareness, one cannot play with talismans." said Wu Ling San Ren with a natural expression.

  "That's right." Wei Fei nodded and said.

  A small mouth behind a black veil was almost unable to close, the three moves she had just made gave her an impact that was really too strong!

  Unlike others, she had seen the Lingying Sect's Wang Shixiong use a spirit soldier when he provoked the Left Mo. It looked like the same spirit soldier, but its power was vastly different. She even suspected that this one spirit soldier could take down three of the spirit soldiers she had seen last time.

  Maybe he really has some means and doesn't need help from others...

  For the first time, she had doubts about her own ideas.

  Suddenly remembered Lin Qian's words, and in the slender hand hidden in his sleeve, there was an extra copper coin. In the center of the copper coin, a pair of eyes were carved. The eyes on the copper coin shone with a faint light.

  At the same time, the yellow-faced man's complexion changed slightly, his whole body remained motionless, and he suddenly became like a stone, without any human aura.

  The copper coins in his hand shone brightly and then went out.

  A stone fell into her throat, Lin Shixiong was fine, but she was a bit suspicious. Until now, she still had doubts about what Lin Shixiong said. If it weren't for Lin Shixiong taking out the token of their sect, she would have probably struck him down with one sword.

  "Just now someone used Candlelight again." Suddenly, a Pú Yāo appeared out of nowhere.

  Zuo Mo no longer had time to bother with him: "As long as you behave yourself, nobody will be able to find out."

  "You seem to have gotten into trouble." Pu Yao asked with interest. In his eyes, Zuo Mo was greedy for life and feared death, always putting safety issues in the most important position. He had never seen Zuo Mo speak like this when discussing safety issues before.

  "These bastards are kicking us while we're down!" Zuo Mo gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words from between his teeth, his hands not slowing in their movements.

  "Do you want to fight them to the death?" The Pú Yāo was clearly delighted at their misfortune.

  Zuo Mo was too lazy to bother with this good-for-nothing freak.

  "You have a magic core, why don't you try using it to mobilize your divine consciousness and control the talisman array?" The pú yāo suddenly seemed to have found its conscience.

  Using the magic core to mobilize the divine consciousness to control the symbol array? Zuo Mo subconsciously shook his head: "The Tian Huan Yue Ming Array requires seventy-two child arrays to be completed before it can be controlled."

  "You think this is just a simple Heavenly Ring Moon Whistle Array." The Peony Demon said disdainfully.

  Yes! How come I didn't think of this myself!

  Zuo Mo suddenly felt a flash of insight, realizing he had fallen into a huge misunderstanding. His mind was solely focused on completing the Heaven and Earth Ring Formation of the Seventy-two Heavenly Spirit Arrays, completely forgetting that he had set up more than just one formation!

  What a magnificent scale of symbol array!

  "In fact, the demon core has another use besides increasing your spiritual growth speed - it's to split your mind!" Pu Yao was delighted. A scene where he voluntarily taught Zuo Mo without needing to pay in crystal stones was extremely rare.

  "Distracted?" Zuo Mo rolled his eyes in annoyance: "At a time like this, you're still worried that I'll be distracted?"

  "What is meant by dividing one's spirit, is to divide one's consciousness and thoughts into several parts, each with its own duties and responsibilities." Pu Yao said calmly: "The vast majority of demons can divide their spirits, and some demons are even born with this ability. Truly formidable demons can even divide their consciousness into tens of thousands, making them incredibly powerful!"

  But at this time, Zuo Mo was completely uninterested in why Pu Yao was acting so strangely today. He was shocked by Pu Yao's words!

  It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck his brain.

  Distraction!

  Divide the divine consciousness and let each perform its own duties...

  All along, he has taken his divine consciousness as a whole and never thought of dividing it to do different things at the same time.

  He suddenly thought of spiritual energy. Spiritual energy can be transformed into nothingness and entirety. Could it be that divine consciousness is also the same, and can also be transformed into nothingness and entirety?

  Is it really possible...

  The left hand, which had been moving non-stop from the beginning until now, suddenly stopped in mid-air!