Mythical Cultivation

At the same time, several other black-clad individuals, also at the Exorcist Realm, were leading their men to invade the Bai Residence. Fortunately, the Bai Residence was well prepared, and the two commanders of the Palace Guards—Nangong Wending and Zhou Ling—along with the Bai Residence's second steward and others, intervened in time to stop them.

The purpose of these men in black was obviously not to confront the Bai Mansion head-on. The reason they chose to do so was simply to create chaos so that their leader could find the extremely precious treasure more smoothly and take the opportunity to escape.

Because of this, the men in black didn't engage the enemy with all their might. Instead, they adopted a delaying tactic, desperately trying to hold back the several Exorcist Realm masters from the Bai Mansion. For a moment, the entire situation reached a stalemate.

Just after Wu Ming's agile and powerful guards successfully defeated the other men in black one by one, they moved quickly and surrounded the last man in black like a group of hungry wolves.

These palace guards cooperated with each other tacitly and positioned themselves cleverly, forming an impenetrable encirclement that completely cut off any chance of escape for the men in black.

At this moment, the man in black watched himself being surrounded by enemies, and a sense of panic that was difficult to conceal welled up in his heart.

You know, before this, he and Wu Ming were evenly matched when fighting one-on-one, and their strength was almost the same.

However, now the situation has changed dramatically. Suddenly, there are so many powerful opponents to assist Wu Ming, which makes him no longer able to be as confident as before that he can escape safely.

On the other hand, Wu Ming felt much more relaxed after seeing that all the troublesome people in black had been cleared away.

Now, he can finally devote himself to the battle with the powerful enemy in front of him without any worries.

Wu Ming took a deep breath, then closed his eyes slightly and instantly entered a state of oblivion of both himself and the world.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining with brilliance, and at the same time, he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and began to perform his Autumn Water Sword Technique.

In an instant, sword light flashed, sword energy crisscrossed, and Wu Ming's whole body seemed to have turned into a stream of agile autumn water. His moves were continuous, and the sword energy was as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and water, and it was so impenetrable that people could not find any flaws at all.

Faced with Wu Ming's fierce and swift attack, the man in black did not take it too seriously at first. He still followed his previous experience in fighting with Wu Ming, holding his sword and calmly facing the opponent's attack.

But before long, he was shocked to realize that things weren't that simple. As time went on, he felt his movements becoming slower and slower, as if his body was restrained by an invisible force, and every swing of the sword became extremely difficult.

Gradually, he realized that his speed could obviously not keep up with Wu Ming's pace.

"Oh no! This guy has actually comprehended the realm of sword intent. This is truly terrifying!"

The man in black thought to himself that something was wrong, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Only at this moment did he truly understand why Wu Ming's swordsmanship suddenly became so powerful. It turned out that it was because the other party had broken through the bottleneck of martial arts and stepped into a higher level - artistic conception.

In front of this mysterious realm, his martial arts skills are nothing compared to this one, and he is completely vulnerable.

Thinking of this, the man in black couldn't help but feel a deep fear and despair in his heart.

However, when he finally realized the danger, it was already too late. He was like being stuck in a quagmire, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

As he gradually slowed down, shocking wounds began to appear on his body.

These wounds were not only caused by the powerful Wu Ming, but even the guards of the Contemplation Realm surrounding him, who originally posed no threat to him, could now easily hurt him.

At this moment, he realized very clearly in his heart that if he could not properly deal with the current predicament, he would probably die today.

"No! Absolutely not! I haven't avenged my second and sixth brothers yet, how can I die here in obscurity? Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to use my last killing move." The man in black roared angrily in his heart.

He formed seals with his hands and muttered something, as a mysterious and powerful force surged out of his body. This force was the secret technique shared by the six brothers - the art of offering sacrifices to the gods!

Once this skill is performed, one can sacrifice one's own spiritual consciousness in exchange for a short-term but extremely terrifying increase in strength, allowing one's own cultivation to instantly leap into a new realm.

However, although this sacrificial technique is incredibly powerful, its duration is extremely limited, only lasting for a short time like an incense stick.

Moreover, once the time of an incense stick has passed, the caster's consciousness will become extremely weak and completely unable to be mobilized, and it will take at least a month to slowly recover.

Just the night before, in that thrilling battle, their eldest brother stepped forward and resolutely chose to be the rear guard for everyone, and used the secret technique of offering sacrifices to the gods.

According to common sense, after using this kind of secret technique, one would usually experience a period of weakness lasting up to a month.

However, their powerful leader generously gave them a magical pill, which had the miraculous effect of quickly restoring consciousness.

Thanks to this precious elixir, their eldest brother was able to miraculously recover in just one day.

At this moment, his gaze was determined, and he exuded an unparalleled aura. Then, without hesitation, he unleashed his full strength on the secret technique he had hidden, his last trump card: the Divine Sacrifice.

In an instant, a tremendous force burst out from his body.

He was originally only in the middle stage of the Exorcism Realm, but with the blessing of this mysterious power, his strength was instantly greatly improved, as if he was reborn, and successfully stepped into the ranks of the powerful people in the late stage of the Exorcism Realm!

At this moment, the aura around him was surging like a tide, and the powerful pressure made the air around him seem to solidify.

As his realm broke through, the interference caused to him by the artistic conception that Wu Ming had displayed before had become insignificant and almost negligible.

Not only that, his speed increased several times, as fast as lightning, so much so that the several palace guards around him could not even catch sight of him.

Only Wu Ming, relying on his profound cultivation and keen insight, could barely keep up with his lightning speed.

"Everyone spread out!"