Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

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In an instant, magic burst forth, the sound of magical artifacts tearing through the air was deafening, spiritual light flashed, and waves of energy surged.

The cultivator surnamed Meng standing next to Lu Jianghe was clearly a man of principle. Seeing that the battle had begun, and having been entrusted by someone to help, he naturally couldn't just stand by and watch.

He glanced at the person next to him, who stood with his arms crossed, looking calm and composed, and couldn't help but ask:

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask why you agreed to come and help from Left Envoy Fan? I have taken one of her disciples as a concubine, and that is why I have to repay this favor."

Lu Jianghe smiled and casually replied, "For something."

The monk surnamed Meng nodded in understanding.

Those who are invited to help fight are either doing so to repay a debt of gratitude, like him, or to exchange for spirit stones or precious resources.

Without hesitation, he charged into the chaotic battlefield.

At the same time, Zi Ling and Fan Zhuo, along with several elite disciples, slowly flew towards the edge of the battlefield.

Instead of joining the fight directly, the group quickly formed a "Three Talents Formation," aiming not to attack and kill the enemy, but to protect and rescue them.

Han Li's face grew even more somber, his mind filled with doubts, and for a moment he dared not make any rash moves.

This doesn't look like a normal life-or-death battle at all.

As the sect leader of the Miaoyin Sect, Zi Ling took the lead in standing by and watching from the sidelines. On the surface, she was waiting for an opportunity to act, but in reality, she was just watching from the sidelines and not putting in any effort.

What exactly is she planning?

Han Li wasn't the only one with this question.

The other cultivators who were invited to help also noticed something amiss.

Although he did not stand still like Han Li.

However, during the battle, he held back and did not go all out.

The more this happened, the clearer the feeling became after several attempts and exchanges.

The opponent also seemed to be leaving room for maneuver, feinting a retreat before withdrawing immediately.

However, for Zhao Zheng, Elder Fu, and the cultivators under his command, the situation was completely different.

As soon as the battle began, they were met with a fierce and relentless attack.

The three Core Formation cultivators on the other side unleashed ruthless attacks, each one a deadly strike, without holding back.

One of the Scorpion Island cultivators, who was at the mid-stage of Core Formation, let out a fierce shout, and his magical power surged wildly, instantly transforming into a giant hand that blotted out the sky.

The giant hand was tens of feet wide, carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, and slammed down.

The first wave of Foundation Establishment cultivators were smashed into mincemeat before they could even scream.

Blood mist and severed limbs splattered everywhere, instantly killing three or four people.

Elder Fu roared, his fury shaking the heavens: "You insolent brat, how dare you!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clenched his hands together, and golden light burst forth between his ten fingers!

A large handful of golden talismans were instantly activated by his powerful magic, transforming into countless dazzling golden threads that spread out like a net.

Wherever the golden thread passes, any enemy cultivator who is entangled or pierced by it will have their spiritual power instantly stagnate and their movements restricted.

"burst!"

Elder Fu's beard and hair stood on end, and he shouted sharply.

The next instant, the five or six Foundation Establishment cultivators who were bound were instantly thrown to the ground by the explosion, their fates unknown.

Seeing the carnage and death of his loyal followers, Zhao Zheng's face turned ashen. He abruptly turned and roared at his subordinates, "Sect Master Ziling, why aren't you making a move? What are you waiting for?!"

Zi Ling was at the edge of the battle. When she heard Zhao Zheng's angry roar, her eyes were cold and clear, showing no sign of panic.

With a flick of her slender fingers, a blue jade talisman that had been held in her palm instantly transformed into a dazzling stream of light and shot out.

It exploded high up, and the runic radiance instantly illuminated most of the sky.

Those Yin Sha Sect cultivators who were originally engaged in fierce fighting with Miao Yin Sect and Zhao Zheng's side all stopped moving at the same time.

Their eyes met, their attack abruptly halted, and without the slightest hesitation, they retreated with incredible speed, like the receding tide, disappearing from the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Even the most obtuse person would understand when they saw this scene.

The two sides are not really fighting; they might even be the same group of people!

Zhao Zheng also realized what was happening, his eyes like poisoned hooks, fixed on the distant sky.

"you……!"

His face was contorted in a ferocious grimace, and he was about to speak angrily.

However, before he could finish speaking!

A sudden change occurred.

A burst of grayish-white mist erupted wildly from the depths of Scorpion Island, instantly sweeping across the entire battlefield like a tidal wave.

The thick fog suddenly closed in, instantly engulfing Zhao Zheng, Elder Fu, and his confidants!

The mist surged and twisted, eventually condensing into a giant skull in mid-air.

"boom!"

A blinding burst of spiritual light suddenly erupted from within.

Those trapped inside would not simply sit and wait to die.

Three or four Core Formation cultivators, along with the remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators, unleashed their full power.

In an instant, magical artifacts crisscrossed, and various colored spiritual lights exploded wildly inside the gray mist skull, like fireworks forcibly stuffed into a giant container.

The surface of the ghost head rippled violently, and countless protrusions exploded, like boiling water, trembling violently.

Finally, with a deafening explosion, the giant skull shattered.

He exuded an aura no less powerful than that of the Crimson Flame, his eyes were as cold as a venomous scorpion, and he was accompanied by four Core Formation cultivators.

Before Sect Master Sun could even exchange glances, his four Fiend Core clones simultaneously activated their hand seals, drawing upon the array base in the void.

Strands of condensed, almost tangible, crimson spiritual light descended from the sky, transforming into four crimson light walls.

Flames surged at the edge of the light barrier, instantly merging and locking together to form an airtight blood-red barrier, completely trapping Zhao, Fu, and their group inside.

The barrier walls were as clear as red jade, with flame patterns flowing endlessly, like four towering fire walls that completely isolated the inner and outer spaces.

Zhao Zheng felt the space around him suddenly freeze, and his spiritual energy flow became sluggish. When he looked up, he saw four Core Formation cultivators standing outside the barrier. Their fingertips were still forming incantations, and their palms were burning with blood-red spiritual flames. The spiritual light on the barrier wall became increasingly intense, and waves of murderous aura directly attacked his soul.

Zhao Zheng couldn't help but shout angrily, "The Four Crimson Yang Formation? He wants to refine us all here!"

Elder Fu gritted his teeth, releasing protective spiritual light with one hand and activating the cone-shaped magic weapon with the other, constantly ramming into the barrier.

"They're in cahoots! We've fallen for their trap!"

Han Li was secretly alarmed. Luckily, he hadn't rushed forward rashly, or he probably would have been mistaken for one of their factions and beaten up.

Elder Fu was about to suggest that everyone join forces to resist.

A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Zheng's eyes, and he patted the storage bag at his waist without hesitation.

An ancient, three-legged cauldron spun and flew out, growing larger in the wind until it was about ten feet in size. Runes flowed across its body, radiating extremely violent spiritual energy.

"break!"

Zhao Zheng shouted sharply, and at the same time his figure transformed into a blurry streak of light, sticking close to the back of the golden cauldron!

"BOOM—!!!"

Zhao Zheng detonated this extraordinary golden cauldron without hesitation.

Click!

The crimson light barrier was blasted open, creating a gap about ten feet in size, from which a violent surge of spiritual energy erupted.

The light that Zhao Zheng transformed into almost escaped through the gap in that fleeting moment.

However, Elder Fu, who was following closely behind and trying to rush out, was ultimately a step too slow.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out!

Just as half of his body was about to burst through the gap, the gap in the light barrier rapidly closed under the full force of the four evil core clones of Sect Master Sun!

In an instant, the protective aura shattered like paper, and to everyone's horrified gaze, he was sliced ​​in two, blood and internal organs spilling onto the ground. It was clear he was beyond saving.

Having narrowly escaped, Zhao Zheng, still shaken, witnessed this scene from outside the formation. He felt no relief, only endless fear.

He had just detonated his protective magic treasure, which came at a great cost. At this moment, the spiritual energy in his body was churning due to the backlash, and his escape speed could not keep up with his peak condition.

See here.

Sect Master Sun chuckled and transformed into a streak of blood-red light as he gave chase.

As for being trapped in the Four Red Yang Formation, after losing Zhao Zheng and Elder Fu, two key figures who had reached the Core Formation stage...

The remaining Core Formation cultivator and several Foundation Establishment cultivators were quickly refined into ashes, leaving only a few storage bags floating in the air.

Zi Ling slowly descended back to the ground, followed closely by Fan Jingmei and Zhuo Ruting.

Seeing that although Zhao Zheng had escaped, Elder Fu and his core followers had been executed, the two men naturally showed some relief and satisfaction.

The beauty's smile instantly dispelled some of the somber atmosphere.

At this moment, Zi Ling slowly and concisely explained to everyone the cause and effect of her plan with Sect Master Sun of the Hidden Fiend Sect regarding the matter of the Upper Yin Island.

As she spoke, her gaze inadvertently drifted to one side of the crowd and landed on a masked man who had not made a move throughout.

The battle had been so intense that I hadn't paid attention, but now, looking closely, I felt that the other person's figure and demeanor were vaguely familiar. A slight unease stirred in my heart, and a trace of doubt quietly welled up in my mind.

Zi Ling tentatively transmitted her voice, "Senior Li?"

Seeing that his identity had been exposed, Han Li remained silent for a moment, took a light breath, and slowly spoke.

"Miss Wang, it's been a long time."

Zi Ling's eyes shone with undisguised joy.

"Senior has reached the Core Formation stage? That's wonderful!"

Amidst the joy, a thought began to entwine in my mind like a vine.

Even after decades, she could still recognize this senior Li by a sense of familiarity.

But why is it that when it comes to Lu Jianghe, it's like there's a thin mist between us, and we can't seem to grasp any trace of the past?

The man surnamed Meng, along with six or seven Foundation Establishment cultivators, hesitated and wavered upon hearing that they might have to confront such a colossal entity as the Extreme Yin Island.

You should know that's a powerful force with a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge.

Just as everyone was still unsettled and filled with apprehension, a muffled rumble suddenly came from the churning blood-red cloud in the sky.

"For Brother Wang's sake, I will naturally accompany you to the end today!"

Hearing that even someone as powerful as Old Monster Redfire had readily accepted the challenge, he was astonished.

The expressions on these people's faces softened considerably.

Anyway, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. This battle... may not be without a chance of victory.

Lu Jianghe stood at the farthest point.

The surrounding space was slightly distorted, as if the flow of time had changed course, forming an invisible force field.

If he doesn't want to be noticed, at most he can only vaguely sense that someone is there, but he can't see the whole picture.