nyslfriends Chapter 1738 Fall, Strangled!
Chapter 1738 Fall, Strangled!
Rumbling--
Clouds move in all directions, winds blow from all eight directions!
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles instantly boiled.
As if receiving an unseen command, they transformed into visible torrents of azure, roaring and surging...
They were forcibly drawn from the mountains, rivers, the void, and even the radiance of the magical artifacts driven by demonic cultivators, and surged wildly into his palm.
The speed at which spiritual energy was gathering was terrifying.
It produced a roar like a tsunami, and its brilliance even surpassed the eerie demonic light emitted by the demonic cultivators' combined formation.
Endless spiritual energy was being compressed, condensed, and collapsed wildly above his palm...
Its core emanates a dazzling, blinding radiance.
Between the lightning and flint,
A long sword has been forged, its entire body resembling a crystal, yet flowing with a liquid blue light-like sharpness. Profound Dao patterns naturally form on the sword's surface, flickering unpredictably.
It lay quietly in Cheng Buzheng's palm, yet it exuded an extreme sharpness that could sever all things and destroy all laws.
There was no earth-shattering display of power, but everyone who saw this sword...
Whether it was the Baiyun Sect disciples watching the battle intently from within the great formation or...
Or were those three demon lords who were hastily forming an array?
A bone-chilling cold instinctively rose from the depths of their souls.
It was as if it were not a sword, but a divine punishment hanging overhead, about to fall.
Cheng Buzheng slightly curled his fingers and gently gripped the sword hilt.
The howling winds of spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly stopped.
All sound and light seemed to be swallowed up by the sword in his hand at this moment.
He swung his sword and slashed down!
The terrifying sword light, like a world-destroying sword, struck the surging demonic energy array.
at the same time!
The dark demonic array formed by the three demon lords trembled violently, black mist surged within the array, and countless ferocious demonic shadows appeared and disappeared on the array walls.
Their pupils contracted sharply as they watched the magnificent sword light, seemingly descending from the heavens and carrying the power of the law of annihilation, sweep across them.
In that instant, the spiritual senses honed over hundreds of years of cultivation by the three of them screamed with unprecedented madness.
Like the heart-wrenching wails of ten thousand ghosts, it exploded in their minds—
escape!Run away!
Invincible!
Beneath this sword, all things vanish!
Extreme panic coiled around their primordial spirits like a cold, venomous snake, almost freezing their circulating demonic energy.
The evil spirit lord's face was contorted, bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes, and he roared madly in his heart:
"Damn it! How could Old Monster Cheng be so powerful!"
"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have agreed when the Old Monster Yin Corpse invited me to conspire!"
The Crimson Flame Demon was surrounded by flickering demonic flames, filled with shock and rage.
"wrong!
Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could never have given us such a sense of annihilation with just one sword strike!
Could it be... could it be that he not only broke through to the later stage, but also mastered some kind of ancient sword technique?
Otherwise, how could its offensive power be so terrifying!
That old corpse has ruined me!
They haven't even figured out their opponent's strengths and weaknesses, yet they rashly dragged us here to our deaths!
Despite cursing the Yin Corpse Ancestor a thousand times in their hearts, the remaining rationality prevented the three old demons from scattering and fleeing.
They knew that if they all fled for their lives now, the formation would break, and the resulting energy would be diverted...
No one can outrun that peerless sword light that chases and kills.
To survive, the only option is to push the magic array to its limit and fight for that last glimmer of hope!
"Roar!"
The three demons roared in unison, their blood essence burning wildly, and their life-bound demonic energy poured into the formation without reservation.
The dark demonic array suddenly expanded, its demonic energy soaring into the sky, transforming into a ferocious, roaring phantom of an ancient giant demon, stretching across the heavens and earth, attempting to withstand the world-shattering sword strike.
At that very moment, the dazzling sword light, which seemed capable of dividing yin and yang and severing time and space, fell indifferently.
boom--! ! !
An indescribable, terrifying collision erupted.
Endless light devoured everything, and as far as the eye could see, there was only a devastating incandescent light.
Immediately following was a deep, resounding roar that shook the void and wailed, emanating from the very core of the light.
After a while,
The intense light gradually faded, and the chaotic storm of spiritual energy slowly subsided.
In the void, only a cultivator dressed in a green robe, with a handsome face like a young man, stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in mid-air.
His aura was as vast as the starry sea, indifferent and majestic, making it impossible for people to look directly at him, as if a god had descended to earth.
Where the three demon lords had originally been, only a few lonely golden storage bags remained, floating silently, telling the story of the thrilling events that had just transpired.
Cheng Buzheng remained indifferent, and with a flick of his sleeve, the storage bags transformed into streams of light and disappeared into them.
Immediately.
His icy gaze fell upon the demonic cultivators in the distance, who were already terrified and frozen in the void.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a chilling word, like a decree from the heavens, pronounced their fate:
"die!"
The words have not yet fallen.
A fierce and unparalleled sword energy burst forth from his fingertips, instantly splitting into countless strands, transforming into fine, silken, deadly sword energies.
As if possessing intelligence, it accurately targets every Golden Core Realm demonic cultivator, ignoring spatial distance and arriving in an instant!
call out!
shhhhh!
The sound of sword energy cutting through the air was fine and rapid.
Most of those Golden Core demon cultivators didn't even have time to react before their brows were pierced by a wisp of sword energy, as thick as a little finger and extremely refined.
A drop of bright red blood seeped out from it.
Upon closer inspection, a trace of milky white marrow fluid was found mixed in with the blood bead.
Their eyes froze instantly, their spirits collapsed, and their bodies plummeted straight down like birds with broken wings.
Until this moment...
Those demonic cultivators at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining stages, whose cultivation levels were lower, were only then awakened by this sudden and dramatic change.
Our ancestor...has fallen!
The elders... are all dead!
An overwhelming fear instantly seized their minds, and only one thought exploded like instinct:
escape!
Run away!
The surviving demonic cultivators scattered like bees from a disturbed nest, fleeing in panic in all directions, wishing they had two more legs.
Standing in mid-air, Cheng Buzheng's gaze swept lightly over the chaotic scene before piercing through the shimmering sect formation behind him and landing on Cheng Changqing, who was on high alert.
"The remaining demonic cultivators are now in your hands."
His tone was calm, yet it conveyed an undeniable authority.
The voice just fell,
With a slight ripple of his green robe, Cheng Buzheng's figure vanished from the spot like a dream, as if he had never appeared.
Inside the great formation!
Suppressing his shock and excitement, Cheng Changqing bowed respectfully in the direction where Cheng Buzheng had disappeared.
"Disciple, obey your command!"
He straightened up, his eyes filled with a fierce killing intent, and shouted loudly, his voice shaking the surrounding area:
"All cultivators of the White Cloud Sect, heed my command!"
"Go out and wipe out the demonic cultivators, leave no one alive!"
"set off!"
In an instant, the protective array of the sect shone brightly, opening several portals.
Teams of Baiyun Sect cultivators, who were already prepared, shot out like arrows under the leadership of the Foundation Establishment cultivators. Guided by the "Demon-Seeking Discs" in their hands, they chased after the demonic cultivators in different directions!
Half an hour later…
Above a swamp shrouded in miasma, a White Cloud Sect-style flying boat hurtled through the air and suddenly came to a stop.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator at the bow of the ship sharply scanned the muddy swamp below before looking at the bronze compass suspended in his palm, trembling slightly. The compass needle was firmly fixed on a certain spot below, completely still.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand without hesitation.
call out!call out!call out!
The dozen or so Baiyun Sect disciples on the flying boat, all at the late-stage and peak Qi Refining levels, immediately responded and dispersed in a well-trained manner.
Following the established formation, they silently moved towards the swamp, blocking all possible escape routes.
Just as the encirclement was about to close in—
boom!
A foul-smelling, blood-red demonic light suddenly erupted from a mud pit below, carrying a disheveled figure as it desperately tried to escape through the not-yet-completely-sealed northwest corner gap!
"Stubborn to the end!"
kill! "
The leading Foundation Establishment cultivator gave a cold shout, and the disciples who had been waiting in ambush immediately made their move.
All of a sudden.
Sword light, talisman light, and magical artifact light poured in like a torrential downpour, converging from all directions and precisely striking the demonic light that was trying to escape!
Boom boom boom!
The violent explosion echoed over the swamp, sending mud flying dozens of meters high.
The protective demonic shield erected by the demonic cultivator shattered before it could even last a moment.
He screamed in agony as the force of the impact slammed him back into the swamp, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his life force instantly waning.
He struggled to lift his head, his resentful and terrified gaze fixed on the Foundation Establishment cultivator holding a compass at the bow of the ship. His lips moved rapidly, and a secret telepathic message was quickly transmitted into the other's ear:
"Fellow Daoist of Baiyun Sect!"
I am willing to offer three Foundation Establishment Pills!
I only beg you, fellow Daoist, to show mercy and grant me another chance to live!
If you insist on exterminating us all, I will not hesitate to self-destruct my storage bag before I die, and all the treasures inside, including those three Foundation Establishment Pills, will be reduced to dust!
Fellow Daoist, please reconsider!
Upon hearing this, the Foundation Establishment cultivator holding the compass had a slight twitch in his eyes, and a barely perceptible hint of hesitation flashed across his face.
Three Foundation Building Pills were no small matter to him.
however.
This hesitation lasted only a moment.
He suddenly remembered the strict orders of the sect before he left, and the indifferent yet supremely majestic gaze of Ancestor Cheng Buzheng. A cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
All greed was crushed in an instant!
His expression turned solemn, his words were righteous and stern, and his voice boomed like a bell, further reaffirming his stance:
"You wicked villain, even on the verge of death you still dare to use your clever words to bewitch my mind!"
"Everyone who gets it will be killed!"
"Disciples, heed my command! Kill them all without mercy!"
Once the order was given, the surrounding disciples did not hesitate any longer, and an even more ferocious attack poured down like a storm!
"Do not--!"
The demonic cultivator let out a desperate and unwilling roar, trying to make a final struggle, but it was all in vain.
Boom!
Another violent roar of spiritual energy erupted, and the blood-red light completely dissipated.
With a short, piercing scream, the Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator's aura was completely annihilated.
Only a mangled corpse remained, slowly sinking into the murky swamp, while a slightly damaged storage bag floated nearby.
The Foundation Establishment cultivator holding the compass raised his hand and took the storage bag into his hand. He glanced at it briefly with his divine sense, and a complex look flashed in his eyes, as if he were regretting it or feeling lingering fear.
at this time,
A gentle yet insightful voice quietly resonated in his heart:
Don't regret it.
These demonic cultivators are exceptionally cunning; how can one easily believe their words of desperation?
Whether there are Foundation Establishment Pills in that storage bag is still uncertain. Even if there are, they are most likely protected by vicious restrictions or are just bait.
If you had wavered even slightly just now, disobeying the ancestral decree, the consequences would have been severe.
Upon hearing this, the Foundation Establishment cultivator's body trembled slightly, and a look of understanding and gratitude appeared on his face. He quickly bowed slightly towards a certain point in the void and replied telepathically:
"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle!"
My disciple almost went astray due to greed and committed a grave mistake!
"It doesn't matter.
Your will needs to be tempered. After this experience, I hope your heart will be even clearer in the future.
Let's continue with the sect's mission.
"Yes! Uncle Master!"
……
at the same time.
Changqing Market, on the border of the Jin State.
A group of cultivators dressed in Baiyun Sect attire walked solemnly through the market streets, drawing sidelong glances and respectful avoidance from the scattered cultivators on both sides.
The leading elite disciple, who had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, looked down at a jade compass in his hand that was constantly shimmering with a faint light, and raised his hand to stop the group.
His sharp gaze swept across a seemingly ordinary residential courtyard ahead, and he lowered his voice to his fellow disciples behind him:
"The Demon-Seeking Compass indicates that a demonic cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining is hiding in this courtyard. Although his demonic energy has been deliberately concealed, it is pure and cold, definitely not that of a rogue cultivator."
It is highly likely that they are remnants of the three major demonic sects.
"Fellow disciples, do not be careless just because the other party's cultivation level is similar."
Demonic cultivators employ unpredictable and ruthless methods, and their counterattacks in the face of death are especially dangerous.
We must form a defensive formation and not give them any opportunity to exploit!
Having endured repeated pursuits, the disciples behind him were already in perfect harmony, and upon hearing this, they immediately responded in low voices:
"Don't worry, senior brother, we understand!"
"We will not let this devil find a loophole!"
"We must strangle them here!"
"Good!" The leading disciple nodded emphatically, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Do it!"
Give an order...
The disciples immediately dispersed, their figures moving like lightning, and in an instant, they surrounded the small courtyard completely. Streams of spiritual energy faintly connected, and their aura locked tightly onto the courtyard.
The scattered cultivators in the market were startled by this scene. They watched from a distance, whispering among themselves, but none of them dared to approach.
"what?
Isn't that the courtyard where Liu Lao Er rents?
"yes!
Where are the two old men, Liu and his wife?
Has he offended the White Cloud Sect?
“Isn’t it possible?
Liu Lao Er was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and he was usually timid and obsequious, always smiling obsequiously at everyone. How could he dare to offend an immortal from the White Cloud Sect?
Something's not right...
I've heard that the masters of the White Cloud Sect are currently focusing their efforts on eradicating demonic cultivators. Could it be...?
"hiss!
Now that you mention it, I remember!
Not long ago, I saw Liu Lao Er return from outside the market. He had a gloomy face and ignored me when I greeted him. He was completely different from the gossipy old woman he used to be!
I felt something was off at the time…
Oh my god!
Could it be that the current Liu Lao Er is... a demonic cultivator in disguise?!
Just as the rogue cultivators were filled with doubt and speculation, the disciples of the White Cloud Sect launched their attack.
The leading disciple at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining struck first, unleashing a blazing bolt of lightning that slammed into the courtyard gate, while roaring angrily:
"Demon!"
"Show yourself and face your death!"
Boom!
The array around the courtyard gate shattered instantly, sending splinters flying everywhere.
A shrill, angry scream suddenly erupted from inside the courtyard, and a streak of dark light shot out, attempting to break through the encirclement.
However, it was forcefully forced back by several magical artifacts that had been prepared beforehand!
...(End of this chapter)