Chapter 111 Demonic Cultivators Fight for Treasure
Queli County.
With the protective array completely destroyed, the people fled in panic.
The disciples of Jing Shi Sect protected the people, fighting and retreating simultaneously.
Just as they were about to send off the last group of people through the teleportation array, a hundred sea monsters roared and surged in with towering waves. The disciples of the Jing Shi Sect desperately protected the people from being swept away by the giant waves.
Elder Ma lunged forward, exerting all his strength, and unleashed his magic to block the attack of the flying sea monster.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure burst forth from the darkness, attacking the group of Jing Shi Sect disciples. The Jing Shi Sect disciples, protecting the civilians, were unable to dodge in time, and none of them escaped.
The shadowy figure charged forward without stopping, moving at an astonishing speed.
Elder Ma, who was fighting the sea monsters, was attacked from both sides and was hit squarely, causing blood to gush out immediately.
"Hold on!" Elder Ma shouted. Elder Ma, who had been struck by the shadow, and the disciples of the Jing Shi Sect held on to their condensed magic. With their combined magic, the hundred sea monsters were all killed.
However, the group was also seriously injured, their faces were pale, and they fell to the ground.
Elder Ma glared angrily at a corner of the collapsed house.
A person slowly emerged from around the corner of the ruins and said, "I was here first to wait for you, but you all just happened to run into me looking for death."
Elder Ma stared at the newcomer, dumbfounded.
He recognized the man; he was a rogue cultivator observing the examination, mingling among the disciples of the Dingsheng Sect. "You... how did you end up here?"
The aura emanating from this person was completely different from what I had seen before.
The cultivator glanced at him sideways, a smirk playing on his lips, and a thick aura of resentment instantly filled the air.
"A demonic cultivator...you're a demonic cultivator! Who are you, and what is your purpose?! Could it be...!" Elder Ma exclaimed in disbelief, "All of this was your doing?"
First, they lured away the leader who was in charge, and then they tampered with the portal to the prize pool secret realm, releasing powerful monsters and demons that were roaming near the abyss.
They disrupted the grand spiritual competition, turning the surrounding counties into a living hell.
"Who would have thought it would go so smoothly? We're quite surprised too. As for this place..." The cultivator glanced around and said nonchalantly, "It's just on the way."
Elder Ma pointed at the cultivators before him, his finger trembling with rage: "As if it were just a passing by! Dozens of prefectural cities have been destroyed, and you all say it was just a passing by!"
“Yes, it’s on the way.” The cultivator smiled, raising his five fingers. “Killing you is also on the way.”
Suddenly, someone in the crowd let out a mournful sob.
Elder Ma's rage turned to fear.
The demonic cultivator before him was nearly at the Mahayana stage, and he knew he couldn't defeat him no matter what.
"You all need to leave quickly!" Elder Ma shouted, veins bulging on his forehead, as a gap appeared behind the group of Jing Shi Sect disciples.
However, the breach was extinguished in an instant.
"Trying to escape?" the cultivator chuckled softly. "What are you thinking?"
As if their necks were being choked, a suffocating sensation suddenly spread, and Elder Ma and the disciples of the Jing Shi Sect struggled incessantly, clutching their throats.
Even righteous cultivators are struggling between life and death, let alone those as insignificant as ants. The common people know that death is imminent, and desperate cries echo everywhere.
The shadows lurking in the corner suddenly rose, like dark clouds obscuring the sun, rushing in with the force to devour everything.
Is this the end of the road?
Elder Ma closed his eyes in despair.
Opening his eyes, he was greeted by golden light, which caused the swooping shadow to freeze in mid-air, hesitating to advance.
The reinforcements have arrived! Elder Ma was overjoyed and looked around for the figure of the helper. Which powerful figure from the Dao Sect's Ten Cultivators had come to assist him?
A glimmer of hope rose in my heart, but it was extinguished the moment I saw who it was.
He wore a gray robe and had a thin frame.
This is another one; he's someone you can recognize at a glance.
Elder Ma was utterly disappointed as the icy seawater poured over his head.
Of all people, the least useful one had to come.
“It’s you.” The cultivator said slowly, “The young ancestor of the Dingsheng Sect.”
Ji Mingran: "You know me?"
"Of course, I've bet everything on the Dingsheng Sect," the cultivator laughed. "That's why I've been watching your competition projections closely, from beginning to end, without missing a single second."
Ji Mingran: "Are you a trial cultivator?"
The cultivator seemed quite happy to answer Ji Mingran's question: "I thought this competition would be incredibly boring, and I'd have to endure it until the very end. But your appearance has made things a bit more interesting. It's made the wait less boring."
"Endure to the end." Ji Mingran pondered these words. "What are you waiting for?"
“Wait until you bring out the treasures from the prize pool,” the cultivator said with a smile. “Not bad, you really did win first place. It will be much easier to take the treasures from you.” He added meaningfully, “It would be better to just give them to us directly, instead of keeping them in your drafty treasure cave, so we don’t have to make a trip.”
Elder Ma was startled upon hearing this.
The demonic cultivator's target was actually the treasures in the prize pool. In other words, he was waiting here to hunt down the participating disciples who came out of the prize pool secret realm.
The target is her, not them.
Oh dear! This person is usually quite lucky! How did he end up running into this demonic cultivator?
With such low cultivation levels, if we don't talk about her, everyone would be dead by now.
But this person was still so carefree, chatting casually with the demonic cultivator as if it were everyday life: "I do have some, but I don't plan to give them to you."
Elder Ma roared inwardly: Are they asking you whether you'll give it to them or not?
Sure enough, the demonic cultivator smiled and said, "I didn't intend to ask you for anything."
In an instant, an immense pressure exploded between the two, the sea surged, and the mangled limbs of the monster flew everywhere.
The cultivator simply smiled and watched without moving.
One gap, two gaps, three gaps... more and more gaps appeared on the protective array.
The shadows outside the protective array flowed again, gradually creeping onto the array.
Elder Ma thought to himself, "Oh no, this formation really can't hold."
The demons and monsters lurking in the sea are stirring.
The sound of shattering glass rang out, and Elder Ma knew it was the sound of the protective array breaking apart. How many layers of array were there? He was secretly alarmed.
But no matter how many kinds there are, how can they withstand the demonic cultivator before them who is about to reach the Mahayana stage of cultivation?
A terrifying pressure also surged in, and the severely injured disciples of the Jing Shi Sect collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness, while Elder Ma suffered a splitting headache.
Oh no, oh no, I'm really going to die here this time.
Seeing the large number of disciples fall, Elder Ma, a disciple of the sect, felt despair. These were all young disciples who had only recently joined the sect and had great potential, but they had suffered this calamity.
He turned to look at Ji Mingran, who had been standing in front of them, providing them with temporary protection.
His thin figure was trembling slightly.
She had done her best to hold on until the very end. For someone at the Foundation Establishment stage, this was the limit.
Thinking back to when she first entered spiritual cultivation, she happened to meet him. Now that she has lost her life in spiritual cultivation, will she meet him again?
Elder Ma cried out hoarsely, "Fellow Daoist Ji! Your life is the most important thing! Leave immediately!"
The person in front turned around upon hearing this.
A look of doubt appeared in his eyes?
Confuse?
What is she wondering?!
"Hahahaha, your death is nigh, yet you still try to escape!" The demonic cultivator opposite him laughed arrogantly, "Where can you possibly escape to?!"
He stared at Ji Mingran: "If you know what's good for you, hand over the stuff now! I'll make sure you die a quick death."
"Well..." Ji Mingran said slowly, placing one hand on his waist.
She always wore a storage artifact around her waist, which the demonic cultivators had seen while watching her competition, and knew that she stored most of her treasures there.
He smiled with satisfaction, and even casually remarked, "Let me guess, could the final prize be yours? You've always been lucky, haven't you?"
Before he could say anything more, his gaze fell upon Ji Mingran's hand resting on the cane ornament at his waist.
"Oh?" The demonic cultivator raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You also know swordsmanship? Your Dingsheng Sect is really full of unruly individuals, each one practicing two different techniques. And you actually think you can defeat me with just these things?"
Ji Mingran did not answer, but slowly pulled out his cane.
Seeing the person in front of him move, Elder Ma's vision went black. What was she thinking?
Even with his own innate formation, he couldn't defeat the opponent. So what if he knew a little swordsmanship?
A loud clang came from above, signaling that the protective array had completely failed.
Elder Ma held his breath, preparing to die.
The expected devastating blow did not come.
Behind me, I heard soft, intermittent sobs; it was the surviving people crying with emotion.
"What happened? How did we get here?"
"It was that fairy who saved us."
Elder Ma looked around in a panic and discovered that in just a few breaths, he, his disciples, and the common people had been teleported a thousand meters away.
The shadow in the distance remained standing in the same spot.
She actually knows how to use a teleportation array, so why doesn't she send herself away!
"Aren't you leaving?" The group suddenly moved a thousand meters away. The demonic cultivator was not surprised and simply asked.
“If I leave, won’t you chase after me?” Ji Mingran said slowly.
The demonic cultivator narrowed his eyes: "I've noticed that you never seem to panic. Are you that confident?"
Another deafening cracking sound rang out, this time from Ji Mingran.
The oppressive force from the Vajra Formation, which was pressed right against her, was completely crushed!
The demonic cultivator smiled.
"Hmm." A faint reply sounded from behind.
The person in front of me has vanished without a trace!
The demonic cultivator's pupils shrank abruptly, and his figure flashed ten feet away.
"So what if the protective array breaks? We can just rebuild it, it's no big deal." But the next second, Ji Mingran's voice rang out from behind: "You can't hit me anyway, so I'll just try hitting you."
Almost all the shadows sprang up in an instant, rushing towards the direction from which the sound came.
Boom! A gale howled, and blue lightning and purple thunder struck down from the sky, the sparking current tearing the shadows apart in an instant.
The shadows dispersed and then gathered again, but dense lightning struck down relentlessly, bombarding the demons and monsters in the sea and the shadows that were trying to coalesce. The shadows vanished, and the monsters fled.
The air was thick with the smell of burning and the smell of gunpowder.
The seawater is filled with high-voltage currents that can be touched immediately.
“You…” The demonic cultivator gritted his teeth and dodged during the gaps in the lightning.
"You watched my entire competition footage. Did you think I could only use two formations?"
"I'm actually quite good at this wind and thunder formation."
Ji Mingran's voice was like a persistent ghost, appearing wherever he flashed to.
Her speed using the teleportation array was no less than his instantaneous speed!
The demonic cultivator stopped, turned around, and simultaneously unleashed a burst of black python shadows.
Boom! The lightning struck the python's shadow directly, and Ji Mingran, as if to catch the lightning, flung the sword in his hand away.
Lightning crackled around the sword blade, sparks flew everywhere.
The spinning blade fell back into Ji Mingran's hand.
The demonic cultivator retreated rapidly.
A crisp voice came from behind again, "You're dead!"
As the sword strikes crackled with electricity, the demonic cultivator tried to dodge, only to find himself trapped in an endless darkness that exuded a desolate and deathly aura.
Sword intent! She can actually unleash sword moves imbued with sword intent!
The demonic cultivator suddenly recalled the Spiritual Cultivation Competition and the inexplicable collapse of the Xiaosu Pavilion and Hongqi Sect sword cultivator disciples.
The one who defeated the two of them was actually her!
The demonic cultivator's figure froze in the familiar darkness, and a sense of dread rose in his heart.
She wasn't from a reputable sect, so how could her sword intent be even more ruthless and vicious than his, a demonic cultivator?
Lightning struck, and a sword flashing with electricity struck down, piercing his throat.
Blood trickled down his face, but the demonic cultivator smiled and said hoarsely, "You think you can defeat me with a mere Foundation Establishment sword technique?"
Concentrating to dispel the sword intent's influence, the demonic cultivator resumed his movements, grasping the blade that had pierced his throat with one hand and slowly pulling it out. "You are indeed interesting, but that's all there is to it."
Silent magic gathered around her.
The girl in front of him simply said, "I didn't intend to defeat you with swordsmanship."
The sword blade that the demonic cultivator was gripping shrank instantly and fell back into her hand.
"I want to try something new."
At the same time, the demon's body radiated light.
Thousands of teleportation arrays activated, and blood splattered into mist.
The demonic cultivator was divided into millions of thin pieces by the teleportation array. Each piece was teleported to a different place and then simultaneously returned.
The sword blade on his cane lengthened, and he used it to pierce through the thin pieces of the corpse.
With a single slash, thin fragments of the corpse drifted to the ground.
Ji Mingran nodded and sheathed his sword: "It was more successful than I expected."
Author's note: I accidentally deleted some content when revising the chapter I posted before. I'm correcting it now. Sorry.
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