Cultivating the Dao, Starting with Farming

Time passed by minute by minute, and the breathing of the sword cultivator gradually became stable, and his face slowly regained some color. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Li Mu who was guarding beside him.

"Li... Elder Li?" He shouted weakly, with a flash of surprise and gratitude in his eyes.

"It's okay, you report to the sect! I'll go to support Master Feng Jian!"

Li Mu looked at the sword cultivator and signaled him to rest assured.

Before he finished speaking, Li Mu's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot like a ghost, leaving only a trace of aftermath, indicating his extraordinary strength and his urgent mood at the moment.

Watching Li Mu disappear, the sword cultivator opened his eyes wide, a little unbelievable, and was secretly amazed in his heart. Elder Li's unfathomable depth disappeared in the blink of an eye within the range of his consciousness.

His escape technique was not weak in the sect, but compared with the elder Li in front of him, it was like the light of a firefly and the brilliance of the bright moon, which was incomparable. His movement in that instant was not only amazingly fast, but also a manifestation of the ultimate control of the laws of heaven and earth. He was in the seal formation, ignoring all restrictions, and the formation was at his disposal, free and unrestrained.

At this moment, Li Mu appeared in the core area of ​​the extremely Yin seal formation, releasing concealment, and his consciousness locked onto a leader among the group of black-clothed monks. This person was wearing a black robe and a ghost mask, exuding the aura of the peak of fusion, and his eyes flashed with a dark green light. He was the host of the destruction of the seal formation. His hands kept changing complex spells, driving the magic formation to evaporate a large amount of magic energy and stir up the Yin Sha energy, and then destroy the seal formation.

The Wind Sword Master had already discovered this group of demon cultivators. His figure was like a breeze in the forest, light and elusive. Even those demon cultivators who were extremely vigilant could not detect his presence.

As the distance continued to shorten, the Wind Sword Master finally found the best time to attack. At this moment, the sword intent in his body was condensed to the extreme, turning into a breeze, rushing straight towards the black-robed leader-Ming Shuang.

The black-robed leader was concentrating on destroying the seal formation and was unaware of the impending crisis. He did not react until the tip of the Wind Sword Master's sword was close at hand, but it was too late.

The Wind Sword Master's swordsmanship was exquisite. A cold light appeared out of thin air, just avoiding the perception of all the demon cultivators, and the tip of the sword went straight to the vital point of the leader.

"Break!" With a low shout, the sword light of the Wind Sword Master cut through the sky like lightning, instantly piercing the chest of the black-robed leader and piercing his heart.

"Chacha! You're here just in time!"

The moment the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, was penetrated by the sword light, he actually uttered a strange sneer, and his figure suddenly became blurred, and disappeared like a phantom.

"When!"

The Wind Sword Master was startled, and immediately realized that he had fallen into the opponent's domain. Looking around, he saw the Yin Sha Qi rolling, and his vision was blocked. It was difficult to capture the real body of the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang. The Yin Sha power and the strange demonic energy intertwined with each other, forming invisible walls, trapping him in this space.

The Wind Sword Master waved the Qinghong Dao Sword in his hand, and the boundless sword domain unfolded. The cultivation of the fusion realm was fully activated, and the sword domain unfolded. The surging sword intent was like a rushing river, competing with the surrounding Yin Sha Qi and demonic energy, trying to tear apart the space that bound him.

The Qinghong Dao Sword released sword rays, accompanied by sharp sword winds, cutting the surrounding demonic energy and Yin Sha, making bursts of roars.

As his mind moved, the figure of the Wind Sword Master suddenly became illusory, as if he had merged with the sword intent in the sword domain. His own sword intent merged with the natural way between heaven and earth, turning into wind and light, omnipresent, omnipresent, sword light waving, killing intent.

Just as the Wind Sword Master was fighting with the Supreme Sword Domain and seeking a breakthrough, the voice of the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, suddenly rang out from all directions, saying grimly: "Xuantian Sword Sect, Feng Wuhen, is indeed worthy of his reputation, but today, you are destined to become a stepping stone for the revival of my Nether Ghost Clan."

Before the voice fell, the originally chaotic and rolling Yin Sha Qi and demonic energy began to arrange and combine in an orderly manner, as if being pulled by an invisible force, gradually converging into a huge magic circle composed of Nether Qi - Nether Ghost Domain.

Under the blessing of endless Yin Sha Qi, the scene in the Nether Ghost Domain became more and more gloomy and terrifying, the space was distorted, all the light was swallowed up, and only the chaos of dark green and black was left.

In the Netherworld, waves of black ghost winds collided violently with the green wind transformed by the Wind Sword Master, intertwining and fighting together.

The figure of the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, condensed in the center of the ghost domain. He reached out and took off the ghost mask, revealing a pale and weird face, with dark green eyes, revealing his true identity as a ghost of the Netherworld. The eighteen black-robed monks beside him also showed their true faces, all with hideous faces and ghostly figures, and each exuded the cultivation of the peak of the refining void. They each occupied a corner of the magic circle, working together to maintain the ghost domain, trying to strangle it.

Feng Wuhen was in it and felt unprecedented pressure.

"You, the Netherworld Ghost Clan, how did you enter this world?" Feng Wuhen's voice of shock and anger echoed in the Ghost Domain, with unbelievable shock.

The Netherworld Ghost Clan is an ancient race deep in the Demon Abyss. It has long been isolated from the Demon Abyss by a powerful seal formation to prevent it from causing trouble in this world.

However, today's scene clearly means that the power of the sealing formation has been greatly weakened, and even unknown channel gaps have appeared, allowing these evil tribes that should have been imprisoned forever to infiltrate into this world.

The damage of the seal formation between the two worlds is not as simple as it seems now. There must be other forces secretly controlling it behind the scenes, trying to subvert the balance between the two worlds and pave the way for the forces of the Demon Abyss to invade this world.

Feng Wuhen's eyes were like torches, scanning the ferocious faces of the ghosts around him, with murderous intent in his heart.

"Hmph, Feng Wuhen, you don't need to know too much. Today is the day of your death and the beginning of the destruction of the Xuantian Sword Sect!" The black-robed leader-Ming Shuang sneered, and his hands formed seals. The netherworld energy in the ghost cave domain evolved into murderous intent and flooded towards Feng Wuhen.

"The wind swept away the remaining clouds, and the sword broke the sky!" Feng Wuhen hummed, and the sword force suddenly changed. The Qinghong Dao Sword drew a perfect arc in the air. Wherever the sword tip passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, forming a vacuum belt, swallowing up all the netherworld energy.

The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, sneered and quickly formed seals with his hands. The Netherworld Qi in the ghost cave seemed to respond to his call, gathering into a huge Netherworld ghost hand, meeting Feng Wuhen's sword light.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the sword light and the Netherworld ghost hand collided fiercely in the air, bursting out with dazzling light, as if two stars collided, and the entire underground space trembled.

The Qinghong Dao sword in Feng Wuhen's hand was extremely powerful, but the Netherworld ghost hand used by the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, was not an ordinary one. The two were evenly matched and it was difficult to tell who was better in a short time.

"Netherworld ghost shadow, ten thousand souls devouring the heart!" The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, roared, and the Netherworld Qi in his body boiled. Thousands of ghost shadows appeared in the ghost cave and pounced on Feng Wuhen. Each of these ghost shadows contained a powerful Netherworld power, enough to make any refining cultivator instantly scatter their souls.

The ghostly demon formation led by the black-robed leader Ming Shuang, with the dense Yin Sha emanating from the Yin Sha Pole, increased its power several times, making the entire ghostly domain seem to have turned into the territory of the Netherworld Ghost Clan. Every Yin wind and every ghost shadow contained deadly murderous intent.

"Sword intent takes shape, wind dragon roars to the sky!" Feng Wuhen shouted in a low voice.

Feng Wuhen swung the Qinghong Dao Sword in his hand and slashed out repeatedly. The blue sword beams suddenly condensed into blue wind dragons composed of pure sword intent, roaring towards the ghosts in the sky.

At this moment, Feng Wuhen had already turned into a sword, merged with the Qinghong Dao Sword, and rushed straight into the thousands of ghosts. Wherever the sword beam passed, the ghosts dissipated, but more ghosts surged like a tide, as if endless.

With his extraordinary swordsmanship and tenacious will, Feng Wuhen shuttled through the ghosts. Every time the sword was swung, it was accompanied by the wailing and falling of the ghosts of the Netherworld. The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the entire ghost domain was filled with the breath of evil and killing.

The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, had a cold look on his face, a pair of green vertical pupils showing murderous intent, and a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the scene of prey falling into a trap.

"No matter how great your swordsmanship is, in this ghost den dominated by me, any killing thoughts will only make you sink deeper and deeper, and struggle is just in vain." The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, sneered in his heart and continued to lead the ghost den of reckless killing, trying to make Feng Wuhen sink into it.

As the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, cast a spell, the Netherworld aura in the Netherworld ghost domain became more and more dense, and the space solidified into substantial darkness, oppressing Feng Wuhen so much that he could hardly breathe.

At this moment, Feng Wuhen's eyes were bloodshot, a flame of sword intent and fighting intent intertwined to the extreme. Anger filled his heart, and the unstoppable killing intent, along with the sword light of the Qinghong Dao Sword, madly poured out to the surroundings.

However, at this moment of life and death, Feng Wuhen's body suddenly surged with an unprecedented power. That was the foundation accumulated by countless times on the edge of life and death during his many years of practice. At this moment, it seemed to be completely awakened. The sword intent was no longer limited to the external form and momentum, but went deep into the soul, resonating with the righteousness between heaven and earth.

"The sword heart is connected to the gods, and all methods are invulnerable!" Feng Wuhen shouted, and the sword intent was instantly sublimated, forming an invisible shield, isolating the surrounding Yinsha Qi and the power of the netherworld. The Qinghong Dao Sword seemed to have gained a new life in his hands, and the sword light was more brilliant. With the thunderous roar, it smashed the ghosts rushing in one by one.

Seeing this, the black-robed leader-Ming Shuang's face suddenly changed. He didn't expect Feng Wuhen to break through in despair and show such an amazing sword realm.

"Thinking of using this to break through the realm of Daojun is wishful thinking!"

The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, stared with wide eyes and quickly formed seals with his hands. This time, his movements were more complicated. The Netherworld Qi spun wildly around him, forming a huge black vortex. The center of the vortex seemed to be connected to another world, and the portal was quietly opened.

"The gate of the Netherworld, open!" With a low shout from the black-robed leader, the black vortex suddenly exploded, and a more terrifying force surged out of it. It was pure evil from the Netherworld abyss, enough to make any living being despair.

This force quickly merged with the Netherworld Qi in the Ghost Cave Law Domain, forming a huge Netherworld beast. It had a hideous face, was covered with heavy black scales, and its eyes were like burning Netherworld fire, exuding a destructive breath.

"The Netherworld is destroying the world. Swallow him!" The leader in black robe pointed at Feng Wuhen. The Netherworld beast roared deafeningly, opened its huge mouth, and pounced on Feng Wuhen. Its speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the limit of space.

Facing this sudden and terrifying beast, Feng Wuhen did not retreat. Instead, his eyes burned with a more blazing fighting spirit.

"Extreme Wind Sword Dao, Dragon Roaring in the Nine Heavens!" Feng Wuhen murmured, and the Qinghong Dao Sword seemed to come alive in his hand. The sword body hummed, and the sound of dragon roars echoed throughout the ghost domain.

At this moment, Feng Wuhen and Qinghong Daojian merged into one, and the majestic sword intent condensed into substance, turning into a green dragon. The dragon was surrounded by the sound of wind and thunder, and it rushed towards the Netherworld beast fiercely.

The two shocking forces collided violently in the narrow space. The confrontation between the green dragon and the Netherworld beast caused the sky and the earth to change color. The space seemed unable to withstand such power and began to show tiny cracks.

The green dragon and the Netherworld beast fought thousands of times in an instant, with a deafening roar, the space was shaking, and the energy was overflowing. The dragon's wind and thunder power and the beast's Netherworld fire intertwined, forming a doomsday scene.

Feng Wuhen's sword turned into a dragon, which not only contained his lifelong understanding of the sword, but also integrated the natural power between heaven and earth, making this blue dragon unparalleled in power. Every blow made the Netherworld beast howl. However, as a terrifying existence in the Netherworld Abyss, the Netherworld beast had an extremely tough body, and even the claws and fangs of the dragon could not easily penetrate its heavy scales.

The battle entered a stalemate. The contest between Feng Wuhen and the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, was not only a competition of personal strength, but also a collision of will and belief.

"Sword heart clear ambition, sword way extreme!" Feng Wuhen shouted, the sword of Qinghong Dao sword was very bright, and the blue dragon transformed by the sword seemed to be blessed by some mysterious power at this moment. Its body became larger and its momentum became more majestic. It roared and rushed towards the Netherworld beast again. This time, its claws easily tore through the scales of the beast and hit its heart directly.

The Netherworld beast roared in despair, and its huge body began to collapse and disintegrate, turning into countless Netherworld auras that dissipated in the air.

"How could this be! You... you actually..."

Ming Shuang's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief. At this moment, he was shaking all over, as if he was bitten by thunder, and his face was as sad as a dog. He didn't expect Feng Wuhen to break through himself at this moment and successfully enter the realm of Daojun.

Feng Wuhen didn't give him a chance to breathe. His figure flashed and he was in front of Ming Shuang, with the Qinghong Dao Sword pointing directly at his throat. "Tell me, how did you enter this world!"

Ming Shuang smiled miserably, stared at Feng Wuhen, and laughed wildly: "You will never know... because the Xuantian Sword Sect is not far from the real doomsday, hahahaha..."

Feng Wuhen was about to use his means to interrogate the other party, but at this moment, something strange happened. (End of this chapter)