Chapter 352 The Battle Situation Takes a Sudden Turn; Qilin Valley Joins the Battle
Ming Cang roared, his spiritual power surging several times over, and in an instant, his figure turned into a series of afterimages, making it impossible for anyone to track his movements.
Suddenly, a muffled groan rang out from afar. An elder of the Qingyue Sect was caught off guard and pierced through the chest by a halberd, spitting out blood and dying instantly.
The corpses, propelled by the halberds, slammed heavily onto the people opposite them, causing them to instinctively use their magical weapons to defend themselves.
With his vision obstructed for a moment, Ming Cang seized the opportunity to flash behind them. He swung his halberd, which was filled with spiritual power, and instantly cut several elders in half at the waist. Crimson blood mingled with the corpses and fell to the ground.
The series of actions were clean and efficient. When everyone came to their senses, they were terrified and activated their protective magic treasures to flee far away, staring warily at the halberd in his hand.
They naturally discovered that those killed by Ming Cang hadn't even left behind their Nascent Soul bodies. They didn't even have a chance to possess another body and be resurrected, so how could they not panic?
Upon hearing his master's soft call, Yu Qianling and Yu Xuan quickly moved closer together, and the two groups faced each other, gazing at each other from afar.
A biting wind swept through, adding a chilling touch to the blood-red darkness.
Lin Wenhao unconsciously swallowed, cautiously asking ahead, "What is that magic weapon? It can even destroy a Nascent Soul cultivator!"
"How should I know!" Jiang Yunzi's face was grim as he sized up the intimidating halberd. "I never expected this old man to be so secretive!"
"That's an ancient treasure."
At this moment, an old man in black robes appeared, his eyes showing greed as he looked at the halberd. "Heh, I didn't expect there to be such a treasure in the lower realm. I'll reluctantly accept it."
Ming Cang frowned slightly upon hearing the newcomer's words: "Are you from the Upper Realm?"
"Yes." The old man in black robes did not hide his arrogance, standing with his hands behind his back. "I am from Qilin Valley in the Upper Realm. Today, I have been ordered by my young master to annihilate your Peach Blossom Valley!"
Ming Cang: "How arrogant! Don't forget this is the lower realm!"
"Oh?" The old man in black glanced at the battle and chuckled dismissively, "Why fight like a cornered beast?"
Ming Cang showed no fear on his face, assumed a fighting stance and coldly shouted, "Enough talk, let's fight!"
"Hmph, courting death!" The black-robed elder waved his hand, and hundreds of cultivators hidden in the shadows surged out from all directions, instantly shattering the balance of the battle.
Seeing this scene from afar, Nie Song couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He looked at Fu Zhenghan in astonishment and asked in confusion, "Where did so many Nascent Soul stage cultivators come from? Does that old scoundrel Jiang Yunzi have such a background?!"
After pondering for a long time, Fu Zhenghan guessed, "These people must be from the Upper Realm. Things are about to change drastically! We need to make other plans in advance."
The sudden change in the battle situation caught everyone in Peach Blossom Valley off guard, and they all retreated towards the mountain gate.
Seeing the favorable situation, Jiang Yunzi's face showed a smug look, and he shouted, "I advise you not to resist any longer, or I might leave you with a whole corpse!"
"Shameless scoundrel, why did you stop acting?!" Yu Xuan's eyes were full of coldness as he pointed his long sword and roared, "My master's death, and the current state of the Immortal Alliance, must have been partly your doing, right?"
"Hmph!" Jiang Yunzi didn't deny it at all, and smiled calmly. "The world is bustling with people coming and going for profit. We fight and die for cultivation resources, so how can you call it shameless?"
Jiang Yunzi's undisguised words were clearly heard by everyone present. However, given the current situation, whether for their own lives or for the tempting benefits at hand, they could only go with the flow and pretend to be deaf and dumb.
Jiang Yunzi was right about one thing: the life-and-death struggles in the cultivation world are nothing more than the competition for resources and the path to immortality.
Morality and truth are no longer important at this moment.
"If you kill the people of Peach Blossom Valley, I, Jiang, hereby guarantee that you will receive a share of the Immortal Alliance's resources!"
Hearing Jiang Yunzi's promise, the crowd seemed to gain more energy, and even their battle cries sounded more powerful.
"Damn it!" Yu Xuan roared, his spiritual power surging as he charged towards Jiang Yunzi.
However, before he could get close, he was surrounded by several Nascent Soul stage cultivators and entangled, unable to break free.
"Yu Xuan!" Yu Qianling was anxious and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by two figures. She looked closely and saw that they were Nie Song and Fu Zhenghan.
Nie Song said, "Don't be reckless when there are too many people. We'll deal with them later, and you can take that kid Yu Xuan away while we're at it!"
Without waiting for Yu Qianling's response, he and Fu Zhenghan unleashed their magical weapons and charged forward to engage in fierce combat.
"Qianling, listen to them!" After Mingcang repelled the charging group, he instructed, "Take Yuxuan and retreat first. We'll take care of this place."
"yes!"
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Another war zone.
The elder, covered in wounds, protected his disciples as they retreated, shouting, "Quick! Retreat inside the mountain gate!"
Suddenly, a sharp attack struck his back unexpectedly, sending him flying backward and crashing into the stone wall.
"Elder!" Upon seeing this scene, Xiao Huan's eyes widened in fury. He frantically threw Heavenly Thunderbolts forward, and the violent explosions instantly blocked the approaching figure.
He rushed over and helped the elder, who was vomiting blood, to his feet. "Elder, are you alright?!"
"Cough cough... I'm fine!" The First Elder coughed violently a few times. He was about to say something to him when he suddenly caught sight of a cold, eerie light attacking Xiao Huan from behind.
He was shocked and pulled him down, flipping over to block the flying blade. The muffled sounds of flesh being pierced made Xiao Huan, who was beneath him, freeze for a moment.
Only when the warm blood dripped from the blade and fell onto his cheek did he regain his senses and stammer, "Great...Great Elder..."
"Young Master!!"
Yang Sheng had just caught a glimpse of this scene and was nearly scared out of his wits. He didn't even care about protecting the others and hurriedly led his guards to his side, "Young Master, are you alright!"
Xiao Huan stood up and shook his head. Looking at the heavily injured elder in his arms, he burst into tears and choked out, "Elder... how are you?"
"Cough cough..." The First Elder coughed a few times, his eyes darkening slightly. He sighed intermittently, "It's...it's not harmful to let you cultivate, but you just won't listen..."
"Waaah, I'll learn... I'll definitely practice diligently from now on!"
Hearing Xiao Huan's cries, Ye Luo flew over from not far away. Looking at the flying blade in the Grand Elder's chest, his expression turned solemn. "Tsk, his heart meridian has been severed..."
Upon hearing Ye Luo's words, Xiao Huan immediately stopped crying and said urgently, "Junior Brother Ye, please think of another way!"
Ye Luo surveyed the current battle situation, his mind filled with countless thoughts. A resolute look appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly shouted, "Senior Fu Yun, come!"
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