Chapter 561 The Divine Might of the Dharma Image and the Vast Sword Tip

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The sound of shouting came in waves.

The magnificent scene of overwhelming demonic energy was truly breathtaking.

As a decisive battle between the righteous and the demonic paths, it appears to be a grand affair, but in reality, it is anything but simple. On the surface, it is a life-or-death struggle against the demons.

We should give it our all.

However, neither external aid nor Dao soldiers made any move, which seemed somewhat fake. But the lower-level cultivators did not know the inside story and only knew that this was an unprecedented great victory.

This is definitely the best opportunity for the demonic path to unify the cultivation world.

Without a word, morale was already at its peak.

The so-called "Dao Soldier" is a "cultivator" refined using secret methods. Regardless of their aptitude or original cultivation level, once refined into a Dao Soldier, they are fixed at a certain realm.

They will never be able to make any further progress in their lives.

Just like Jin Manlou's assassin squad, they were all consumables cultivated using unorthodox golden cores. Even after death, their golden cores were extracted and inserted into another person's body.

This would allow for the mass production of Core Formation cultivators.

Throughout the entire Ice Prison Realm, only the Taixu Sword Sect, the Refining Heaven Demon Sect, and the two merchant guilds have the financial resources to raise Dao soldiers.

The reason for using unorthodox methods to cultivate elixirs is actually due to not following the proper methods.

Few people have ever seen a true Taoist soldier.

It is said that the Dao soldiers of the Sword Sect are called "Sword Soldiers," ranging from the early to the peak of the Core Formation stage. Their cultivation level after completion is determined by the skill and materials used in their creation.

Above the sword soldiers are the [Sword Sect], who are comparable to Nascent Soul cultivators and are equivalent to generals in the army. With the secret techniques of Daoist soldiers, they can gather the power of ten thousand soldiers and temporarily give the strongest Sword Sect the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It is the first choice to quell the chaos in the territory and demonstrate the sect's prestige.

My current refusal to appear in the world is not out of fear of the demon's power.

This thing is essentially just a consumable, but according to ancient historical records, the large number of golden-armored generals who followed the immortals when they descended to the mortal realm were actually a kind of Taoist soldier.

And these people were the ancestors of the Ice Prison Clan.

The secrets involved are too complex to explain in a short time.

Given the limited resources of the Ice Prison cultivation world, it is not enough to have Dao soldiers replace cultivators in doing all the dangerous things; in layman's terms, their numbers are insufficient.

This method ultimately belongs to the category of unorthodox practices.

Dao soldiers also have a natural end to their lives and cannot live for endless years, but this thing is actually very suitable for use in the war between good and evil.

One can be reborn for every one that dies.

It is very suitable for a war of attrition.

Let's get back to the main topic.

After Wang Yu agreed, he immediately used the Return to the Void Concealment Spell to escape into the spatial interlayer, concealing his true form, clearly indicating that he had no intention of obeying the orders of the Refining Heaven Demon Lord.

The other party was well aware of this.

If the [Demon-Crossing Mantra] he gave away can be of some help in dealing with the Prison King and Spirit Official, then it won't be a loss. As time goes by, the demons press down on the mountain.

The Sword Sect's Nascent Soul cultivator finally couldn't sit still any longer.

The two Nascent Soul female Daoists, Fuling Nujun and Miaozhen Daoren, were the first to make their move. A sword light shot into the sky, transforming into seventy-two giant swords that resembled mountains.

It hovers precisely above the seventy-two sword peaks.

Under the leadership of the Nascent Soul Mountain Master, the disciples of each peak formed small sword formations, ready to strike and kill the demonic villains at any time.

The Demon Lord of Refining Heaven waved his hand.

Then a large number of Nascent Soul Grand Perfection demonic giants, each leading thousands of troops, launched an attack on the seventy-two peaks simultaneously.

Old Man Lanxin, Lord Leihou, Demoness Sha, Evil Soul Ancestor, Demon Lord Youdao, Bishop Youpeng, Filthy Daoist, Dimingzi, Yin Yang Demon Lord, Three Corpse Daoist... and so on.

Wang Yu knew and was familiar with at least ten of them.

There were also many more demonic cultivators he had only heard of but never seen who went into battle. As for Ice Soul Fairy, Yan Ling, Yin Gui Demon Lord, and others, they were considered to be Wang Yu's direct followers.

He had secretly instructed me long ago that it was best not to participate in this decisive battle, and that if I trusted and respected him, he would find a reason to escape the battle.

The battle for Nascent Soul has begun.

Upon first encounter, numerous demonic cultivators perished within the sword formation, while Foundation Establishment cultivators were cut in two by the formation's power before they could even withstand a single move.

The Core Formation stage is slightly better, but it still puts them at a significant disadvantage.

The Nascent Soul stage demons could overwhelm the Sword Sect Master, but due to the pressure of the formation, they chose to only injure him and not kill him, waiting for the first one to show up.

In this way, they could test the power of the sect's protective formation.

For them, the chance of withstanding the Nascent Soul Formation was zero. The main force still had to rely on the Nascent Soul Venerables to do the work and share the burden. When the Demon Venerables took on the main pressure of the formation.

Of course, some eager to make a name for themselves will step forward!

At that time.

Once the decisive battle began, it was like a brutal meat grinder. The deaths of many demonic cultivators did not extinguish their fighting spirit; instead, they made them even more frenzied.

Various magical techniques and secret arts are employed.

The splattered flesh and blood, the waterfall of blood, the withered bones... all were collected by those with treacherous intentions. Various kinds of eerie mists and ghostly howls echoed endlessly, and paper figures were pasted to the faces of the Sword Sect disciples, asking, "Am I beautiful or not?"

At first glance

It was as if all the ghosts and monsters of Fengdu City had been released and were holding a bonfire party here. The scene was like a ghostly army passing through, which was very terrifying.

Even worse, some of them burrowed into the ground and shook the mountains, attempting to erode the earth's veins and shake the foundation of the entire formation. The seventy-two sword peaks were equivalent to seventy-two nodes in the formation.

Once ten or so points are breached, the entire formation will collapse and perish on its own.

The sight of minced meat and blood flying everywhere made one's eyelids twitch. The demonic cultivators, one after another, were like ants, with the first to die and those behind them eagerly pushing forward.

They truly know nothing of fear.

Sixty percent of the time, they did this to "collect" the belongings of their fellow practitioners; storage bags, Qiankun rings, and even corpses all had wonderful uses.

Finding a Core Formation corpse from the front lines would be an incredible stroke of luck, while the remaining 40% is a consolation to oneself, a reminder that one is even more fortunate.

They won't die in a meat grinder-like scene.

After recovering from the fierce battles at the bottom, let's take a look at the peak battlefield.

Chi Tian, ​​Huang Quan, and the Blood Demon Palace Master had already charged into the sect's protective sword formation, and the two female venerables immediately exclaimed.

"You wicked demon, how dare you seek your own death! I will grant your wish."

Then another beam of sword light pierced through the clouds.

This caused a large amount of demonic energy and dark clouds to be dispersed. The body of the Fuling Goddess merged into the sword light. The power of her Dharma form and the sword formation combined, transforming into a small sword that made people tremble with fear.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld frowned and quietly pulled the two of them to his side.

"Blood Demon, this thing is too lethal. Go and hold it off."

Upon hearing this, the Blood Demon Lord did not react excessively.

He simply nodded in agreement.

"good."

“Fellow Daoist Chitian, let’s work together to deal with the even weaker Venerable Miaozhen.”

The latter did not want to listen to Huang Quan's words.

But the other person spoke before him, and what they said reflected his own thoughts, so although he felt frustrated, he did not refute them.

For the sake of the greater good, even hatred can be set aside.

Not to mention the issue of saving face.

"……good."

Huang Quan was secretly pleased when he saw the sword light shining brightly and arrive in an instant. The Blood Demon Palace Master fully utilized the immortality of the Blood Path, and his physical body transformed into a real sea of ​​blood.

It stretched horizontally above the Sword Sect, covering the entire area.

A large number of corpses floated in the sea of ​​blood.

One after another, blood corpses imbued with the power of the Blood Demon fell from the Blood River like dumplings, like filthy bombs, landing on the protective shield of the Sword Sect's array of spiritual light, turning into a mass of bloody scum, like the most filthy thing in the world.

It is eroding the aura at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, the barriers of three sword peaks were destroyed, and the demonic cultivators roared as they charged into the once peaceful and quiet sacred place of cultivation. In close combat, a large number of sword sect disciples began to die.

The spilled blood stained the earth red, even forming streams of blood that flowed through the mountains, silently disappearing into the depths of the earth...

Then look at the sword light that Poria cocos had transformed into.

Being trapped in a sea of ​​blood is like being stuck. All supernatural powers in the world have their own principles of mutual generation and restraint, and sharp objects are most afraid of being trapped in such a situation.

No matter how sharp the small sword was, it was still entangled by the sea of ​​blood.

The more force you exert, the easier it is to get trapped, and the more you struggle, the worse your situation becomes.

As a fellow disciple, how could Miaozhen Daoist bear to see her close friend captured? Although she blamed him for not being cautious enough, she still fled to the Blood Sea, wanting to help him.

He then unleashed his natal spiritual treasure—the Demon-Slaying True Martial Sword!

With a flick of her slender, jade-like hand, she created a crisp sword sound that rippled through space. Wherever the sword sound passed, the sea of ​​blood shattered and turned into ordinary, unremarkable blood.

It seemed that Fuling was about to take the opportunity to escape.

The Great Crimson Heavenly Demon Light arrived suddenly, and Miao Zhen dodged to the side. However, the Yellow Spring Turbid Flow surged out of the void, intending to completely engulf it.

The effects of the Yellow Springs Path are known to all.

She couldn't let it pounce on her, so she immediately formed a sword incantation with her hands, and the sword energy within her body burst forth at an astonishing speed, which was quickly absorbed by the Demon-Slaying True Martial Sword.

"—Demon Slayer!"

It seemed to contain some kind of power to restrain demonic cultivators. The sword light transformed into a sword net, forcefully cutting through the turbid flow of the Yellow Springs, and countless shrill, wailing black smoke drifted out from the turbid flow.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Taoist Master Miaozhen escaped from the encirclement and immediately used his magical powers.

In an instant, a giant a thousand feet tall rose from the ground, with six arms, each holding a long sword, wearing a ceremonial crown, and with sharp eyes and brows!

A demon-repelling cloak draped over her slightly slender body.

He wore a Zhenwu jade belt around his waist and Taotie beast boots on his feet.

Protected by her immortal and indestructible Dharma body, Miaozhen Daoist unleashed her sword, simultaneously attacking the Yellow Spring Demon Lord, the Crimson Heaven Demon Lord, and the Blood Sea.

With the power of the sword formation, despite only having the cultivation level of the second stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his apparent strength was like that of a war god. Although he faced danger while fighting three opponents, he did not lose ground at all.

When Chi Tian and Huang Quan chose to avoid their sharp edge, a sword's cry resounded from the sea of ​​blood. Fu Ling used a secret technique to finally escape from the sea of ​​blood.

However, half of the Seventy-Two Sword Peaks, which had been shrouded in a sea of ​​blood for a long time, were completely eroded by the blood corpses that fell from the sky, amidst shouts of battle and flashes of supernatural light.

The corpses had already piled up into mountains and seas of blood; the efficiency of the killings was simply astonishing.

He dared not delay and immediately used the Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique.

A similarly majestic Dharma giant appeared beside the six-armed Zhenwu Dharma image. Its name was Fuling Jiuwan Xiang. Although it was in human form, it had no arms. Instead, nine sword pills were scattered in a ring behind it.

A precious Poria cocos flower sits atop his head, emitting a wonderful fragrance.

It was truly extraordinary.

Chi Tian and Huang Quan dared not be negligent. They simultaneously unleashed their Wrathful Blood Dharma Form and White Bone Demon God Dharma Form, and in the blink of an eye, four Nascent Soul Dharma Forms confronted each other in the sword formation.

The war is about to enter a critical stage.

Let's look at the fierce battle on the sword peak.

With the help of the Nascent Soul Demon Lords, the pressure on many Nascent Soul Demon Lords was greatly reduced. Although all seventy-two peaks of the Sword Sect were led by Nascent Soul cultivators, there were still differences in strength.

The top-ranked sword masters have reached the late stage or the perfect realm.

It can deal with demons at the Great Perfection Realm, but the Sword Peak Lord, who is ranked lower, will be in a terrible predicament. Not to mention old demons at the Great Perfection Realm, even demons at the late Nascent Soul stage will be extremely difficult to deal with.

On the battlefield under Lei Houjun's command.

The Heavenly Sword Peak Master trembled as the Thunder Hou suddenly appeared and pierced his back, its sharp, lightning-infused fingernails appearing on his chest.

He stared at Lei Houjun in disbelief.

"A Thunder Hou that has reached the state of perfection?"

This zombie was originally the Thunder Spirit Corpse that Wang Yu obtained from the Thunderfall Pit. After transforming into a zombie, it gained spiritual intelligence. Lei Hou Jun himself cultivated the zombie-transforming technique in human form, refining himself into a Thunder Hou.

Essentially, they lead to the same goal, albeit through different paths.

They could even be considered of the same kind. Cultivating a corpse was much easier than cultivating on his own. In addition, the Thunder Spirit Corpse had excellent aptitude, and he cultivated it to its peak in just a few hundred years.

After refining it into an external avatar, Lei Houjun practically possessed two lives, and his combat power was unparalleled among those of the same realm. Facing him meant facing a two-against-one situation.

No one could rival him if he could break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

He will surely become a renowned powerhouse, far surpassing ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators like Chi Tian.

There are many exceptionally talented individuals like him among those who have reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, but they all lack the opportunity to transform into a Divine Transformation cultivator. Among them, there are quite a few with great potential.

While observing the peak battle, Wang Yu's attention was mostly focused on this. Lei Houjun treated him well, and when he was weak, he could only do things under Lei Houjun's banner.

Many things cannot be accomplished.

He might not be able to handle the few conflicts that occurred in Guiling City alone; they were like his protectors when he was weak.

In such a perilous battlefield, he naturally had to pay extra attention to protect the area. Seeing that the Heavenly Sword Peak Master was about to perish, Lei Hou Jun would become the first to kill the Sword Peak Master in this battle.

Wang Yu immediately used the Heavenly Lock secret technique to extend the spatial silver lock, just at that moment.

A cold snort suddenly appeared like a thunderclap.

The Sword Sect's newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator, Haoran Sword Master, appeared on Heavenly Sword Peak. His seven-colored Haoran Sword Qi forced Lei Hou back, protecting Tianjianzi's heart meridian and allowing him to survive temporarily.

He then looked in the direction where the two thunder beasts were standing together.

He said with disgust.

"How dare you evil heretics act so wildly before me?!"

"--die!"

The vast sword energy is even more effective against demonic cultivators, and naturally it also has an effect on zombies, ghosts, and demons. Lei Houjun's eyes widened.

I felt that my life was over.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have brought Lei Hou. At that time, I could have been reborn through the evil soul-transferring technique. Now, I'm afraid I'll end up with both my corpse and my life.

At the critical moment, two silver chain wedges suddenly emerged from the void, tightly binding Lei Houjun and swiftly pulling him into the void.

The mighty sword energy swept past, cleaving a large group of demonic cultivators who were recklessly plundering on Heavenly Sword Peak into several pieces.

Hao Ran raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you, you scoundrel?"

Wang Yu chuckled softly.

"Sword Master, you've got quite the temper. What's so great about bullying a Nascent Soul junior? I'll play with you."

This mere sword cultivator at the first level of the Nascent Soul stage is perfect for him to throw a match.

Lei Houjun seemed to awaken from a dream.

As Wang Yu carried him away from the void, he quickly bowed and greeted him.

"Thank you for saving me, Demon Lord of Extreme Law."

Wang Yu shook his head, feeling deeply moved.

"Every drink and every bite has its cause and effect, Lord Lei, there's no need for such formalities."

This is the first chapter; the next one will be released tonight.

(End of this chapter)