Before the tall, robust spirit of the demon vine could finish speaking, the gray-green aura suddenly exploded. A group of pythons roared within it, and countless python shadows shot out in a frenzy, densely crashing toward Wen Tingfeng.
"Is that all?" Wen Tingfeng naturally refused to be outdone. With a beckoning gesture, the Seven-Colored Sword flew into his hand. As he swept it out, the sword descended and transformed into a curtain of swords. One python shadow after another charged over, only to be swallowed by the curtain and stopped dead.
Within the curtain of swords, solid flying swords were continuously taking shape. A gentle breeze gradually rose around them. As Wen Tingfeng defended himself, his sword intent spread soundlessly, like a spring rain moistening everything around it.
A solemn look also surfaced in the eyes of the tall, robust demon-vine spirit. The strength of this human Celestial Immortal had exceeded his expectations somewhat. In particular, the razor-sharp intent within the other party's sword momentum gave even the demon-vine spirit, who was not far away, a sense of cutting apart heaven and earth.
"These fellows aren't weak. We have to speed things up. Teng Xi was taken away by the strongest one, the Eastern Speech Pill Saint, and may not get the better of him. If the Eastern Pill Saint comes back to reinforce them, this fine meal of rice will end up half-cooked."
Teng Chongjing gave a sinister chuckle and crossed both hands before him. A green Vine Abyss Mirror flew out with the motion. At first glance, the Vine Abyss Mirror clearly seemed to be made of withered yellow wood, its surface even bearing rough grain patterns. Yet this unremarkable-looking mirror was impossible to ignore. Looking at it again felt as though one's soul might sink into it.