Swoosh!
The Despair Immortal Sword, which had been about to fall into fake Shen Nong's hands, suddenly surged with murderous intent. With a leap, it slashed at his neck.
"Wretch!"
Fake Shen Nong was startled. With an angry shout, he hastily tilted his head aside. His bamboo hat split in two with a smack and fell away, revealing a face like a great red flower.
This Void Devourer race member had originally been named Hua Qianlang. According to Akshobhya Daoist's hint, he was in the Five-Ring Realm, yet at this moment, he had become a walking corpse, unable to act of his own will.
Once the bamboo hat broke, "Fake Shen Nong" instinctively raised a hand to cover his face. But he immediately came to his senses. This was merely a possessed Void Devourer race shell, so he lowered his hand.
Other than those beings beyond the Outer Void, no one should be able to recognize my true face...
With a flick of his finger, he sent the Despair Immortal Sword flying as it slashed toward him again. Looking toward the Dao shadow in green at the center of the great formation, he sneered. "So the sword is no longer the old sword! You little brat do have some schemes, but today, I will surely capture you and resolve my karmic tribulation..."
Then another bamboo hat condensed above his head. His rain cape swayed as he lunged toward the Despair Immortal Formation Gate.
The sword might be a new sword, but the position of this formation gate could never be wrong!
"You wish to capture this poor Daoist to answer your karmic tribulation? Yet I wonder whether all those humans and disciples of the Three Pure Ones whom your dreamscape found before and after were also meant to answer your