Chapter 463: Using Nascent Soul Cultivators as Poison
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When Lu Junxing was young, he carried a sword and chopped his way from Daojianmen to the Land of Immortal Relics, and then from the Land of Immortal Relics back to Daojianmen. Finally, he recuperated in Daojianmen and his state of mind gradually became peaceful.
Therefore, countless people and geniuses died at the hands of Lu Junxing.
He has such a high fighting power and such a high talent. He can suppress a person like Liu Baiyun who practices domineering swordsmanship and turn him into a docile and honest old man. It is easy to imagine that he is definitely not the easy-going and free-spirited person that later generations like Li Shiyin have seen.
Who isn’t frivolous when young?
What’s more, it’s Lu Junxing.
Li Shiyin, Tian Wenjin and others only knew that Lu Junxing was generous, open-minded, and did not care about gains and losses. He always fought to the point and did not care about winning or losing at all.
They didn't know how young and frivolous Lu Junxing was.
A person who has the mentality of a master also has the strength of a master. So, when he kills people, he is also a master.
He killed one Nascent Soul cultivator with one sword, just like chopping radishes and cabbages, without even blinking an eye.
Above Daojianmen, on one side was Lu Junxing alone, and on the other side was Yun Zhou and more than a thousand cultivators. The difference in numbers was huge, and the difference in momentum... was also huge.
Lu Junxing stood in mid-air, looking at the other side with a gentle gaze. Seeing that the other side had not sent a cultivator to fight for a while, he asked with a smile: "Fellow Daoists, do you want to continue fighting?"
No one responded, so he kindly suggested,
"If one person is afraid, you can come in groups of two or three. Don't worry about my feelings. My sword is very sharp. Two or three can be killed with one strike."
Still no one on the other side stepped forward to take the sword.
After waiting for a while, Lu Junxing looked around the Hengduan Mountains Alliance and saw that everyone who looked at him chose to retreat.
He was puzzled: "Why do you fight but don't fight, and retreat but don't retreat?"
"Hey! Stop being so arrogant, I'm here to fight you!" Finally someone responded, flew up from the cloud boat and came in front of Lu Junxing.
Lu Junxing looked over happily and saw that the man was haggard, hunched over, with a few white hairs hanging on his head. He looked like a skeleton covered with human skin.
He was leaning on a dragon-headed wooden cane, and his eyes, which seemed too big because he was too thin, glared at Lu Junxing hatefully, as if he had some deep hatred for Lu Junxing.
"What qualifications do a mere sword-wielding brute have to be so arrogant?" he said disdainfully.
"Senior, you have misunderstood. I am known for my humility and courtesy. I am not arrogant or rude." Lu Junxing smiled and replied, "May I ask your name, senior?"
“He…tui!” The withered old man spat at Lu Junxing and sneered, “You don’t deserve to know my name.”
“Under my sword…” Lu Junxing put his two middle fingers together, raised his hand, and in front of his chest, the constantly intertwined black and white sword energy swallowed and spit out at his fingertips. He said, “Under my sword energy, no one will die.”
"I think you won't care about this issue anymore in the future!" The withered old man smiled sinisterly and rushed towards Lu Junxing.
"Alas!" Lu Junxing sighed and drew a line with his finger.
The sword energy of mountains and rivers pierced through the black and white sword curtain without any surprises or obstacles, and passed through the withered old man, and then...
"boom!"
The old man exploded like a bomb.
For a moment, black, red, and white objects splashed all over the sky, turning into strangely colored mist floating in the air, and then drifted towards the sword curtain like mist.
"Um?"
Another Yuanying was killed, but Lu Junxing frowned. He noticed something was wrong at the first moment.
It is true that few people can withstand his sword energy, he has the confidence in this, but it seems that this old man was not killed by his sword energy.
What realm is he at? How much control does he have over his sword energy?
He naturally knows better than anyone else whether a person has died from his sword energy!
"He wasn't killed by me, he blew himself up..." He pondered, "Why did he commit suicide?"
At this time, he found that the strangely colored mist floated onto the Mountain and River Sword Curtain, and then penetrated through it without being affected by the Mountain and River Sword Qi at all.
"What's going on?!"
He immediately used all his magical power to stir up a strong wind to blow away the fog.
But, it didn't seem to be fog, the wind couldn't blow it away at all. It continued to spread and drift slowly.
It floated into the sword curtain of mountains and rivers, spread in the sword curtain of mountains and rivers, spread downwards from the air, and spread towards the five peaks of Daojianmen.
Lu Junxing wanted to retreat. After all, although the fog could not be blown away and was not afraid of sword energy, the speed at which it drifted was too slow.
But if he could dodge it, could the ordinary disciples below dodge it?
Moreover, he dodged it. As the number one Yuanying stage disciple of Daojianmen, he dodged it, leaving the ordinary disciples of Daojianmen to face the enemy directly?
Lu Junxing didn’t think much about it. There was no way he would retreat even a single step!
He still stood there, using sword energy and magic power to attach to his skin to block out the fog.
But... this way we can't isolate ourselves.
The mist slowly passed through his protective sword energy, seeped into his clothes, and seeped into his skin.
"What is this?" Lu Junxing asked seriously on the cloud boat.
"Finally here!" Qin Ran sighed on Danfeng Mountain.
He stood up from the edge of Xijian Lake, placed Zhuifeng on a stool, and looked up at the foggy sky.
At some point, Long Qiqi walked up to his side and looked up at the sky with him.
"This is not an ordinary poison. It is related to magic and supernatural powers." Long Qiqi's fat face was solemn, and he said, "It's not just the theory of poison... It's extremely complicated."
"A Yuanying cultivator poisoned this, how could it be an ordinary poison?" Qin Ran shook his head, "And that Yuanying cultivator is definitely not a normal Yuanying cultivator, he is a specially trained poisoner. A one-time Yuanying cultivator.
"Another trump card of Zhishen Valley!"
poison?
Yes, poison!
Zhisheng Valley, a sect of alchemy.
How could an alchemy sect be free of poison?
Medicine and poison are inseparable, they are just the positive and negative sides of the same thing. It is the same as the relationship between life and death.
If Qin Ran, a fallen alchemist, could make poison, how could Zhishengu, a sect that specialized in making elixirs, not have any poison?
The poison they use is not just ordinary poison, but the poison from the poison sutra and the poison from the martial arts.
Find a person with high enough talent, and have him practice poison skills from the very beginning. During the practice, feed him various kinds of poisons for him to absorb.
In the end, this poisonous man's body, spells, and soul are all poisonous. His every move is poisonous. Every one of his actions is poisonous.
I don’t know how many poisonous people there are in Zhishen Valley, but one poisonous person in the Nascent Soul stage can’t be too many.
A poisonous person specially cultivated for the Nascent Soul stage, a one-time Nascent Soul... It is hard to imagine what a powerful poison this is.
"Zhishengu finally took action personally." Qin Ran's eyes flickered.
Although many people were killed or injured in the first two formations, and some died in Zhishen Valley, but...
However, few core members of Zhishengu died.
No one really thinks that the core combat force of an alchemy sect would be physical cultivators or sword cultivators, right?
“It’s not just the poisonous people!” Qin Ran looked outside the black and white sword curtain. At the site of the Daojian Sect’s mountain protection formation, someone was setting up a formation to surround the Daojian Sect. “There’s also a poison formation!”
Poison, poison! Poison is an alchemist’s main means of killing!
"It's my turn... It's time to go to my professional field." Qin Ran said, "I've rested enough."
The poisonous fog seeped into his body. At first, Lu Junxing did not feel any discomfort, but soon, he felt that there were problems with his blood, meridians, flesh, and bones.
He realized that this was a poison that was immune to magic power and specifically targeted the flesh and blood body. It was a compound poison! It left no chance for the flesh to survive.
My whole body is in pain!
Lu Junxing's body kept flashing blue, white, and red, and blood was oozing from his skin.
Soon, he found that he was no longer in control of his body.
Mana, sword energy, and supernatural powers can all be used normally, but there is a problem with the body!
He was covered in blood, and his snow-white clothes quickly turned blood red. He was shaking with pain, his arms and legs were distorted, and he could not stand steadily in the air.
At this moment, outside the sword curtain and above the cloud boat, a powerful aura suddenly appeared.
Then, a three-meter-tall white shadow holding a sword upside down solidified above the cloud boat...
Ancient Sword Immortal!
The secret treasure of Zhisheng Valley, the Eight Immortals Subduing Demons Talisman, uses eight Nascent Souls to summon the phantom of an ancient sword immortal with the combat power of a god.
The shadow of the Ancient Sword Immortal was three feet tall, holding the sword upside down, flying in the air, walking towards Lu Junxing step by step...
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