[Jinjiang Exclusive] That Xiuxian is Xun
So fast!
Yan Zhiyun's pupils shrank.
I didn't expect that this ghost cultivator would find this place so quickly - bad, she is not good at close combat, she might suffer later.
I hope this blow can still spare her half life.
She gave a bitter smile, but she never expected a fierce blow from the side.
The female cultivator flew out uncontrollably, but just avoided the cold cross sword energy. The air flow almost cut through the space, and finally destroyed a mountain in the distance.
At the critical moment, Shang Kaixun pushed her away first, then drew his sword and attacked against the fierce ghost energy.
"Fellow Daoist Yan!"
Such a loud noise quickly attracted the cultivators in the cave below. Those who climbed up the rocks quickly saw the attacker's face. The two male cultivators who had gone out to explore were horified: "How did he get here?!"
"Who is he?"
"How would I know his name? Anyway, he's the murderous ghost cultivator!"
Because of this guy, this group of young cultivators became headless flies, scattered around, not knowing where to go.
Although you are not from the same sect, but you want them to leave here and escape now? That is absolutely impossible.
They were a group of young cultivators who survived after the ghost cultivators massacred the immortal cultivator world. Most of them were rescued by the talisman cultivators led by Yan Zhiyun.
Now Fu Xiuyan's anger and his companions are having trouble keeping the business going, no matter how thick-skinned they are, they cannot bring themselves to become deserters.
"bass!"
The swords touched each other and then bounced apart.
Shang Kaixun held the sword in his right hand across his front body, and his expression became increasingly ugly.
The ghost cultivator on the opposite side even made a sword flower, and the bone sword disappeared in the air.
The two sides faced each other, one standing on the top of the mountain, and the other being held in the air by evil spirit.
"cough."
Yan Zhiyun returned to the original mountaintop and gathered with other practitioners. Although Shang Kaixun attacked decisively, he also knew to hold back his strength and did not hurt her heart.
"Friend Yan!" Everyone gathered around her and asked anxiously, "Is it serious? I still have some pills here, take them quickly!"
"Thank you, but I'm fine. I'll keep it for now." She coughed to get rid of the anger, then quickly glanced at the two people confronting each other and the surrounding environment. "Where are the Fu Sect disciples?"
Dozens of figures emerged from the crowd one after another: "Senior Sister, I'm here."
"Fellow Daoists who have practiced physical skills and disciples who are good at spatial transfer, go to the foot of the distant mountain together," she quickly pointed out a few people, "If a fight breaks out later, the area involved will be too large, so don't hurt innocent people. Move them to a safe place quickly."
But there were too many people that Yan Zhi was angry about, and almost half of the Fu Sect's disciples were sent out by her.
"Senior sister!"
The female disciple was anxious: "Why can't I stay? I am better at auxiliary attack than space movement!"
Yan Zhiyun glanced at her and said, "I'm better at it than you. Be obedient."
"I alone am enough to rival the entire Fu Sect today."
That is indeed true.
The leader of the Fu Sect had gone into seclusion several decades ago, and no one knew where he had gone to practice in seclusion. After the leader left, Yan Zhiyun took on the responsibility as the eldest senior sister, and she led several junior brothers and sisters in the sect.
She is the backbone of the sect's fellow disciples and sisters, and is also the number one in talisman cultivation.
The cultivators present knew the consequences of staying on the battlefield. Now that Yan Zhiyun started to order people to leave, the older cultivators all breathed a sigh of relief, as they all knew what Yan Zhiyun meant.
This battle was expected to result in heavy casualties—or even total annihilation.
The Fu Sect needed more help, and once they were attacked at close range, it would be almost equivalent to losing all their combat power. Yan Zhiyun only took away half of the young cultivators in their sect, and they all felt that it was too little. Moreover, every sect would take away one or two as orphans, so they did not say anything more.
Those who clicked on it were all young practitioners who had just started practicing.
Some people had red eyes and bit their lips, wanting to retort, but were held back by the older sisters and brothers.
"Live well."
The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and Yan Zhiyun took no more than a minute to think and make a decision.
There was another explosion from the other side. She said no more, and directly twisted the spell with her hands. Within a few seconds, the golden threads on her fingertips were applying runes to the lower, middle, and upper layers of the young monks.
The golden spiritual power threads, some thick and some thin, were tightly entwined with each other. Yan Zhiyun shouted "Turn", and the cultivator in front of him disappeared easily from the sight of the remaining cultivators.
Almost in an instant, a figure mixed with silver and blood red flew backwards and smashed into the ancient blue pine tree on the top of the mountain, breaking it at the waist!
The one who was at a disadvantage was Shang Kaixun. He smashed through the ancient tree and finally stopped after leaving a huge crack on the stone wall.
His chest and lungs were surging, forcing him to spit out several large mouthfuls of black blood. The blood dripping onto the ground was emitting wisps of black gas, and it was obvious that the ghost energy of the ghost cultivator had begun to erode his internal strength.
Yan Zhiyun did not step forward immediately - it was not that she did not feel sorry for her lover, but now it was not only Shang Kaixun who was in danger, the closest ones were the group of young monks, and the ones further away were the common people who were still fleeing.
With her back to the ghost cultivator, Fu Xiu Jiaozi continued to mobilize the spiritual energy in her body. When it passed by her and was about to kill Shang Kaixun, thin golden threads that covered the sky and the ground entangled the ghost cultivator's limbs from all angles.
"oh?"
The ghost cultivator who was being held back turned his head, and his gray eyes locked onto the female cultivator who was pursing her lips and waiting in anticipation.
"You are," he thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "Shang Kaixun's wife?"
Yan Zhiyun was afraid that he would get close to him while he was operating the golden thread, so he just inserted the golden thread deep into the stone wall on the top of the mountain. He calmed down after hearing what he said.
"Your younger generation is angry." She answered calmly, while using her talent in martial arts to use her spiritual sense to observe the surrounding terrain where she could deploy troops. "May I know your name, senior?"
"Yan Zhiyu..."
The ghost cultivator seemed to be in a trance. After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Fan, Ji."
Although Qu Zhiwei often called him "Little Bird", he would sometimes call him by his real name when introducing him to outsiders. But compared to the Shuang Xiong name that Shang Qi Han had given him for a special purpose, Qu Zhiwei always called him by Shuang Ji.
He now couldn't figure out whether he was 'Fan Ji' or 'Fan Ji'. Was he the Fan Ji who had always been rational but devoured his wife's flesh and blood in the end? Or was he the Fan Ji who had gone mad and reconciled with his wife in a hallucination?
...Forget it, Shang Qihan has already covered up everything about 'Sword Sect Senior Brother Fan Ji', who would still remember his name now?
"Fan Ji..."
Yan Zhiyun frowned, a little puzzled: "But it's Fan in Fan Tong, and Ji in Shengji?"
"Do you know me?" The ghost cultivator became interested.
Yan Zhi was silent for a moment, then said: "I have come into contact with ordinary people. In the mountains and in the cities and villages on the low-lying land, every household believes in a 'fairy' and calls themselves ordinary people."
"In my spare time, I have also learned about the history of the Weimin people."
"Among them, in the stories passed down by the people, the fairy had a husband named 'Fan Ji'."
The ghost cultivator fell into an unspeakable silence.
Yan Zhi thought angrily, perhaps the two are indeed related.
But what surprised her was that in the story passed down by the people, the fairy named "Qu Zhiwei" and her husband lived in harmony with each other, and later, even when the fairy ascended to heaven, her husband accompanied her.
Maybe it's just a coincidence.
What's more, people all yearn for a better life, so it is not wrong to beautify the fairy story.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhiyun quickly took a step back, leaving the battlefield to other cultivators.
The fact that the golden thread could hold her back for so long was beyond her expectation. Yan Zhiyun quickly chanted a spell, put her fingers together, and continuously drew talismans in the air to guide the practitioner into his body.
Paper talismans do consume less spiritual energy, but Yan Zhiyun has no time to draw on paper talismans at the moment. He can only continue to consume his own spiritual energy and inject more purely powerful talisman points into the learner's body to provide additional assistance.
Yan Zhiyun's title of "the number one talisman practitioner" was not exaggerated.
With the help of her and other talisman practitioners, several practitioners were able to fight on equal terms with the ghost cultivators who had almost wiped out the entire world of immortal cultivators!
But before they could be happy for a while, everyone realized something was wrong after a while.
"Well..."
A male cultivator had his shoulder blade chopped off and fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth and swallowed a pill from his storage bag, but his injuries did not improve at all.
Blood trickled out and black gas came out of the wound.
Another sharp sword energy rushed towards him. The male cultivator's pupils constricted and he wanted to raise his sword to block it, but he didn't expect that the long sword in his hand had already broken into two pieces of scrap iron.
"bass!"
A long sword with gold threads wrapped around its blade forcibly cut off the sword energy, and the male cultivator looked up in a trance.
"Since it's useless, leave now."
Shang Kaihuan wiped the half-dried black blood from the corner of his mouth. With Yan Zhiyun's assistance, it was much easier for him to parry the ghost cultivator's sword moves.
But his heart became more and more depressed.
In fact, he had met the ghost cultivator half a month ago. Not only that, he also learned the ghost cultivator's true identity.
This ghost cultivator with monstrous ghost energy is actually the master's direct disciple!
The senior and junior brothers are from the same school, but the senior brother not only has a stronger ghost energy, but also has more fighting experience than the junior brother.
Shang Kaihuan watched him kill his master. When the two brothers confronted each other, each of them also said some specious words.
He didn't understand and didn't care.
In Shang Kaixun's opinion, this ghost cultivator named "Fan Ji" had been driven crazy by the ghost energy.
What's good in hearing the words of a madman?
"Ah-hung!"
The ghost energy approached in an instant, Shang Kaihen raised his hand, and stabbed the ghost cultivator with his long sword!
The two of them grappled with each other again.
Although Shang Kaixun's experience is not as good as that of the ghost cultivators, he is indeed the strongest among this group of cultivators.
After all, he is a sword sect that specializes in martial arts.
The young cultivators' fight with the ghost cultivators was not long, but the losses were extremely severe.
It was considered lucky to have only had their shoulder blades cut, but there were also many who had their stomachs ripped open. But how much time had passed? Calculating the time, it was estimated that by the time Bi Yan's anger had been transferred to the cultivators, they had not yet moved all the people to a safe place.
"We can't delay any longer."
Yan Zhiyun gritted his teeth.
"If we delay any longer, no one will survive."
Whether it is them or the distant places, it is being transferred to the cultivators and the people.
"Excuse me, fellow Taoists," she stood up and stared at the two people fighting in the sky, "give me some time."
She estimated her remaining spiritual power, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
"It'll take a cup of tea."
"After a cup of tea," she said coldly, "give it to me."
Among the remaining jade slips of Fu Zong, there has never been any cultivator who ascended to heaven.
Yan Zhiyun joined the Fu Sect not for the purpose of ascending to heaven.
After she was born, all she remembered was that she was fleeing from famine. She ran very far and saw many, many things.
I've been beaten, scolded, and almost eaten like a sheep.
Later, I finally managed to escape to a more peaceful place, and formed a small family with an old woman I met on the road, and settled down in this city.
Next door is a kindhearted wealthy family, and everyone in the family believes in a female fairy named "Qu Zhiwei" - no, not just this family, but families in the entire city worship this fairy who came down from heaven to save the world.
Yan Zhiyun grew up listening to the stories of the girls from the rich families. But she didn't grow up that much, because another round of famine came outside the city.
It was the leader of the Fu Sect who kindly helped Yan Zhiyun when he passed by, and then he began to think about becoming a cultivator.
But she didn't want to ascend.
She just wanted to learn something like Qu Zhiwei and then do something.
Ascension was too far for her.
Moreover, the wealthy family next door lost a newborn baby boy. The young Yan Zhiyun thought that after she became a cultivator, she would repay the lady of the wealthy family who took her to eat roast chicken.
Afterwards, after burying the old woman who had died of old age, Yan Zhiyun became Fu Xiu's disciple and became his favorite son.
The world of immortal cultivation was different from what she had imagined when she was young. There were no fairies like Qu Zhiwei, only cultivators with cold eyes.
Later, Yan Zhiyun was getting closer and closer to the tribulation period, but she still hadn't found the son of the lady of a wealthy family.
Finally, she held the deceased lady's dry hand and fell into a long silence.
If, she thought, if the cultivators were willing to help the people, would the people be able to live better? Would there be no more famine, no more forced separation from loved ones?
Yan Zhiyun had this idea in mind, but never put it into practice.
The world of immortal cultivation is too vast, and she alone cannot change the minds of all cultivators.
Until she met Shang Kaixun, a sword cultivator known as the Sword Sect's Prodigy and the hope of ascending to the Immortal Realm.
It's funny, he is indeed very powerful, but Yan Zhiyun found that this guy almost listens to whatever he says and does not doubt his existence.
Strange, are there still people like this in the world of immortal cultivation?
She found it funny and unconsciously observed this silly swordsman.
Shang Kaihuan has no friends but his sword, and he doesn't even show any respect to his brothers and sisters from his own sect.
Yan Zhiyun put a lot of effort into becoming his friend, but he also understood this swordsman better than many others.
"You can't just listen to your master." Yan Zhiyun has said this many times, first as a friend and then as a Taoist partner.
She thought Shang Kaihuan would understand.
She thought.
The young cultivators who rushed forward one after another were seriously injured one after another.
Fan Ji was so annoyed by them that his brows furrowed, and the ghostly aura became increasingly dense, entwining the cultivators and robbing them of their little vitality.
A monk whose heart was pierced by him looked at him with a strange smile and said in a hoarse voice: "Done, done..."
What?
Before he could react, he heard an angry shout!
"Seven Kill Six Break Formation - Rise!"
At the last moment, Yan Zhiyun used up all the spiritual energy in his body and launched Fu Zong's only and final killer move.
The six talisman cultivators all had bright colors on their bodies, and they spread out to trap the ghost cultivator.
The brightest thing on her body is her anger.
Setting up the formation requires a large amount of spiritual energy, as does maintaining the formation.
The spiritual energy in his body was completely devoured by the formation, and now it can only drain the life force of Yan Zhiyun himself.
Her black hair soon turned white, and the cultivator's young and delicate face gradually became more emaciated.
Time was running out for her to use the terrain to deploy the Seven Killing Formation, so she could only use the talisman cultivators themselves as the formation and try her best to trap the ghost cultivator in the formation.
"Zhi An!"
Shang Kaixun teleported to her side, and for the first time, a look of panic appeared on his usually indifferent face.
"Ah-Hang," the female cultivator said calmly, "Listen to me. If the Seven Killing Formation cannot kill him, you should take the others and leave first. The remaining power of the Seven Killing Formation will consume all the spiritual energy in his body. If we delay for a while longer, he will die."
Shang Kaixun: “Yes…”
"Be obedient." She tilted her head. "Don't you like me the most?"
"Then listen to me."
She smiled, her skin aging rapidly: "Looks like I can be a hero in a storybook, too."
“BOOM——!!”
Shang Kaixun stared at her in a daze, and before he could say anything, he heard thunder in the sky, and soon dark clouds covered the sky, obscuring the light.
"Tsk," Yan Zhi said angrily, "Why is there a sudden thunder?"
Although it had little impact on the formation, the sudden thunderclouds could easily wear down their momentum.
Shang Kaixun: "This is... the thundercloud of tribulation."
A voice suddenly rang in his mind:
'Congratulations, good disciple,'
It is Master’s voice.
'You are about to ascend.'
'Now,' he raised his sword, 'kill her.'
'Kill Yan Zhiyun!'
"It looks like the thunder is very powerful," Yan Zhi said. She now looked like an old woman in her 50s or 60s. "I can still hold on for a while."
"Ah Huang, take them away quickly!"
Inside the formation, the ghost cultivator, whose body was covered with wounds from being cut by the golden threads, suddenly raised his head and gave Shang Kaixun an arrogant and malicious smile.
'You can't kill me.'
The lip movements he made were quickly noticed by Shang Kaixun.
Yes.
The ruthless swordsman thought in a trance.
What if Yan Zhixun fails to kill him?
She is just a talisman practitioner and has not even reached the tribulation stage.
She kills the immortal ghost cultivator.
But now the thunderclouds of tribulation have arrived.
...He is the only one who is in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
Kill Yan Zhiyun, survive the thunder tribulation, and then you will have a chance to ascend - kill the ghost cultivator.
“Squeak——”
Yan Zhiyun had not yet reacted when the long sword pierced his heart.
Although she had been complaining about the approaching thunderclouds, her face remained calm.
Everything happened so fast that even the prepared thunderclouds had not yet struck the first lightning.
The main force of the Seven Kills Six Breaks Formation was killed, and the formation pattern gradually faded.
Yan Zhiyun stared blankly at his lover's indifferent expressions. He wanted to ask something but didn't know where to start.
"I'm sorry," Shang Kaixun said calmly, "I will fulfill your wish."
"I'll kill him."
The Seven Kills and Six Cuts Formation would not dissipate instantly, so even though Yan Zhiyun didn't understand what was happening, he still injected all of his vitality into the formation and forcibly locked it!
Then she fell like a bird with broken wings.
"What?"
Fan Ji, who was inside the formation, was as shocked as the remaining monks outside the formation. He then responded, "You, you killed your wife?"
He repeated it two or three times, then laughed wildly.
"You actually killed her!"
"My dear Junior Brother, there is no one in the world more stupid than you!!"
Shang Kaixuan was unable to accept the truth that was pointed out to him, and Fan Ji almost died of laughter at the absurdity of the incident.
He looked at his fellow apprentice who was gradually becoming desperate, as if he saw his former self.
"It's okay, it's okay," he licked his lips and smiled slyly, "I will help you get rid of it!"
The bone sword was raised high and chopped fiercely towards Shang Kaihuan - but it was rebounded back by the formation.
Even if Yan Zhiyun died, the Seven Kills and Six Cuts Formation would still be effective.
Even getting stronger.
It was clear who the tribulation thundercloud in the sky was coming for. The thundercloud seemed to be very angry for having made a wasted trip, and it threw the thunder containing rich spiritual energy on the formation to charge it.
The golden threads in the formation were in disarray, cutting through Fan Ji's body like a hurricane.
Soon, he noticed something was wrong.
This formation cut his body into pieces, and it was no longer able to store spiritual energy. It was even leaking evil spirits!
He gave the desperate Shang Kaixun a sly smile.
"How about this, Junior Brother?"
"I'll give you one more chance," he used his remaining spiritual energy and laughed wildly, "Let's see if you will still do the same thing now that you have the choice back!"
There were tribulation-crossing thunderclouds present, and there were also two cultivators in the tribulation-crossing stage.
Using thunderclouds to forcibly break through time and space, the two fell into the world where Luo Shiqin was.
During the time travel, Shang Kaixun lost the most critical part of his memory, whether intentionally or not, and it fell on Shang Yue who was inspecting the team building site in the forest.
And he thought Yan Yurong was his reincarnated wife.
"What are you thinking about?" With the last sword strike, Fan Ji's hands trembled and he could hardly hold the sword, but he still sneered and said, "There is no reincarnation for cultivators."
Many cultivators have long given up the pursuit of ascension, and the only thing they can achieve is death.
How is reincarnation possible?
He will not look for Qu Zhiwei's reincarnation.
What he wanted was for Qu Zhiwei to be resurrected with the help of spiritual energy.
This world is indeed very good. Although the spiritual energy is thin, there are as many mortals as livestock.
Yan Zhiyun's tribulation thundercloud is now his, and it won't be long before this world with thin spiritual energy becomes prosperous.
if only……
He raised his eyes and looked murderously at the woman opposite him.
"Kill you," he chuckled, "as long as I kill you, everything will be as I wish."
"Really?"
Luo Shiqin sneered: "Go and dream your Spring and Autumn dream."
"I admit that you have ability, but how many people are there like you?"
Fan Ji felt that he had seen the essence of everything: "So-called socialism is not a sect at all. It's just you, right?"
You are so brave.
Luo Shiqin turned to the sixth chapter of "Seeking Destiny and Asking the Way" by Fan Ji. As expected, after she had resolved the issue with the driver Wang Lei, the glance she saw towards the sky shocked Fan Ji.
I asked why my talisman suddenly had such great power.
Boy, aren't you still afraid of me in your heart?
"Then you are wrong."
Luo Shiqin curled her lips, her expression still calm: "Socialism is not just for me. In this country, everyone who cares about the people is the successor of socialism!"
"How come you haven't realized yet," she twisted a yellow talisman in her right hand, "Qu Zhiwei and Yan Zhixin, are they the ones who should ascend?"
"The so-called number one in the Sword Sect?" Luo Shiqin sneered, "Your understanding is just like this."
"Since you want to fight, then I will fight you to the end!"
I'll kill you two turtle grandchildren with my own sword!
The group is open! The group is open!
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