God Destroying Pearl

Song Yun looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ouyang Ming slowly falling from the sky.

His hair fluttered in the wind and there was a sinister look in his eyes.

When Song Yun saw the person coming, his brows slightly frowned and a feeling of disgust surged in his heart.

He said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Ouyang, what do you mean by this? Why did you suddenly attack me?"

Ouyang Ming looked at Song Yun with a disdainful smile on his face, and said coldly: "Song Yun, you are just a small foundation-building cultivator, and you dare to get so close to my junior sister Su Mengli. Do you think you are worthy of her? I warn you, stay away from Su Mengli, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Song Yun chuckled. He felt that Ouyang Ming's words were simply ridiculous.

The relationship between him and Su Mengli was nothing more than a partnership of mutual support in Yunyin Mountain, but it was ridiculous that Ouyang Ming viewed it so narrowly.

He did not answer Ouyang Ming's words, but just looked at him with a mocking look.

Ouyang Ming was furious when he saw that Song Yun dared to ignore his warning.

His face turned red like an enraged bull.

He roared, "Then go to hell!"

After saying this, he held the blue spiritual sword in his hand, and spiritual energy surged throughout his body.

It instantly turned into a blue stream of light and attacked Song Yun rapidly.

The magic sword drew a dazzling arc in the air, bringing with it a series of sharp whistling sounds, as if it was going to split Song Yun in half with one sword.

Facing this fierce attack, Song Yun was not at all panicked.

He tapped the ground lightly with his feet, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed rapidly.

His figure suddenly became illusory, and then disappeared without a trace.

Ouyang Ming's extremely powerful attack missed, and the magic sword slashed fiercely on the ground.

Then there was a loud "bang" and a deep crack was created on the ground.

Dust flew and gravel splashed in the cracks.

Ouyang Ming was slightly startled when he saw Song Yun suddenly disappear.

Before he could react, Song Yun suddenly appeared under a big tree not far away.

Seeing this, Ouyang Ming couldn't help but exclaimed, "Is this shrinking the earth into an inch? You are a Nascent Soul cultivator! No, you are a Space cultivator?"

There was a hint of surprise and confusion in his voice. In the world of immortal cultivation, spells that could travel through space so freely were extremely rare.

He was familiar with only advanced physical skills like shrinking the earth into an inch and the legendary space monks who possessed such abilities. The fact that the foundation-building monk in front of him could actually cast similar spells, how could he not be shocked.

Song Yun sneered: "So what?"

Ouyang Ming's face was terribly gloomy, as if water could drip out of it.

The jealousy and anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He could not tolerate a foundation-building cultivator being so arrogant in front of him.

So he shouted.

"Swords rain down!"

In an instant, a flash of light appeared in the sky.

Countless long swords formed by pure spiritual power appeared out of thin air, densely covering the entire sky, like a thick dark cloud made up of swords, covering the sky above Song Yun's head tightly.

These spiritual swords flashed with cold light, and each sword was like a carefully polished blade of death, exuding a powerful aura of destruction.

"go with!"

Following Ouyang Ming's order, the rain of swords in the sky burst out like a raging river in the sky, carrying an overwhelming momentum and pouring down towards Song Yun.

Wherever the rain of swords passed, the air was cut into pieces, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound, as if thousands of evil spirits were screaming in unison.

The soil and rocks on the ground were instantly lifted up by the powerful force, forming waves of sand and soil columns that spread wildly in all directions.

Song Yun looked up, his brows furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

He recognized at a glance that the sword technique displayed by Ouyang Ming was the famous Ten Thousand Swords Technique of the Divine Sword Sect.

The Ten Thousand Swords Technique is extremely powerful and is one of the Divine Sword Sect's unique skills. Ordinary cultivators would not even be able to defend themselves against this sword technique and could only wait to die.

However, Song Yun was not intimidated by this seemingly unsolvable attack. A hint of calmness flashed in his eyes.

Song Yun took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy in his body began to circulate rapidly.

He used spatial teleportation again, and his figure instantly turned into a blurry light and disappeared on the spot.

The rain of swords from the sky was like a group of mad bees that had lost their target, "crackling" and falling on the place where he was originally.

The hard ground was instantly pierced with countless sword holes of varying depths.

The soil and rocks around the sword pit were blown everywhere, raising a thick cloud of dust.

Ouyang Ming was slightly surprised when he saw that his attack missed.

But he quickly calmed himself down and continued to control the remaining rain of swords, trying to lock on Song Yun's position again.

At this moment, Song Yun performed space displacement.

I saw a faint blue light all around him, and the space was distorted within the blue light. His figure instantly switched places with a huge rock dozens of feet away.

The pursuit of swords blasted towards the rocks without hesitation.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

Under the violent bombardment of the sword rain, the rocks turned into countless tiny stones, which burst out in all directions like a rain of stones.

Many rocks hit the surrounding trees, cutting the thick trees in half.

Ouyang Ming was caught off guard by this sudden change, and his attack rhythm was completely disrupted.

Song Yun seized the opportunity and quickly took out an empty brick from the spirit beast bag.

He held the empty brick tightly in both hands, and with a flash of his body, he instantly appeared behind Ouyang Ming with the help of space teleportation.

At this moment, his eyes were as cold as ice. He raised the empty brick in his hand high, and without any hesitation, he smashed it down on the back of Ouyang Ming's head.

"boom......"

Ouyang Ming only felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, as if his head was hit by a meteor.

His eyes suddenly went dark, and his body fell forward uncontrollably, hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

At the same time, the blue spirit sword in his hand flew out with a "clang" and stuck in the ground not far away.

The sword trembled and hummed, as if wailing for its master's defeat.

Song Yun looked at Ouyang Ming lying on the ground and said coldly, "Ouyang Ming, I will not kill you today for Su Mengli's sake. There is no deep hatred between you and me, but you killed me out of jealousy, which is really stupid. Su Mengli and I are just friends who share weal and woe, not what you think. If you dare to pester me again, you won't be so lucky next time. Now, get out of here!"

Ouyang Ming lay on the ground, his heart filled with resentment and humiliation.

He tried to struggle to get up, but his body felt limp, as if all the strength had been drained out of him.

It felt like countless ants were gnawing at his head frantically, and the severe pain made it impossible for him to concentrate his energy to continue fighting.

After a long time, Ouyang Ming finally got up from the ground with difficulty and staggered to pick up the blue spirit sword.

Then he glared at Song Yun with resentment, as if he wanted to eat Song Yun alive.

But he also knew that he was no match for Song Yun at the moment, and if he continued to fight him, he would only die.

So, he suppressed his anger and shame, used his body skills, and turned into a dim stream of light, disappearing into the distant sky.

Song Yun looked at the direction where Ouyang Ming left and slowly put away the empty brick.

He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that although today's action had temporarily resolved the crisis, it had also created an irreconcilable feud with Ouyang Ming.

However, his eyes remained firm, and he never thought of retreating on the thorny road of cultivating immortals.

Song Yun stood in place, staring for a long time at the many flying boats parked in the open space in the distance, his brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of contemplation was revealed in his eyes.

He secretly weighed his own direction in his mind.

After a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind. He took a deep breath, then used his body skills to rush towards the flying boat like a gust of wind.

His figure left a blurry trail in the air and soon came close to the flying boat.

Song Yun's spiritual sense quickly expanded and he carefully explored the surroundings.

He did not see Su Mengli and her master Yuehua Zhenren nearby.

He speculated in his mind that they had probably already boarded a flying boat and were preparing to leave.

Song Yun looked around casually and found that these flying boats came from different places and had different destinations. Not all of them were heading to Jinshi City.

He knew very well that since Su Mengli's master, Yuehua Zhenren, would go to Jinshi City, and the relationship between himself and Yuehua Zhenren was quite delicate, he did not want to go to Jinshi City at the moment.

Just then, a loud shout reached his ears.

"Is there anyone else going to the Snow Region? The flying boat will take off soon!"