Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

Under the stimulation of mana, Jianwan unexpectedly transformed into a small golden sword.

Sword Intent soared into the sky.

Tearing through the sky, the small sword's mana gently swayed as it was wielded.

It actually cut out a bottomless trench.

Incredibly sharp, the sword's might was immense.

"What a dog!"

The long spear pierced through the clouds. Under Yumin's furious roar, the sharpness of the spear was engulfed by the sword light.

In that instant, the brilliance dimmed.

Boom!

Like waves, the patterns of mana fluctuated and spread in all directions.

Stirring up the wind and clouds.

Devouring the spiritual light.

"Yumin Fellow Daoist!"

The returning virtual cultivators felt sorrowful, clenched their fists, and looked at Huo Wuren with hatred.

One second they were still chatting and laughing with everyone, the next second they turned into evil spirits.

"See that? That's the consequence of disobedience!"

Huo Wuren felt the gazes of his previous "Fellow Daoists" and turned his head with a mocking expression.

He raised the small sword in his hand and swung it.

In his heart, there was also a moment of shock. The power of this object completely subverted his understanding.

At the same time, Huo Wuren no longer looked down on the "Fellow Daoists" present, or even his previous small group.

"If this small sword can always be used by me, wouldn't that be..."

His pupils trembled, and he dared not think further.

It was simply years of struggle in an instant.

The greed in his heart grew even stronger.

Huo Wuren was not a fool. He knew that he could gain power by relying on the words of Mingyun Immortal.

Now that he had offended all the cultivators present, he might as well continue.

To reap more benefits from it. Even if the small sword was taken back, he would have earned enough.

The returning virtual cultivators saw Huo Wuren raise the small sword in his hand, and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes.

They felt even more resentful but had to lower their heads.

The situation forced them.

To save face.

The other cultivators, seeing the most powerful and venerable figure among them lower his head, also darkened their faces.

They knew that from now on, their lives no longer belonged to themselves.

"I refuse!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted.

It was the four Nascent Soul cultivators. Huo Wuren frowned.

He moved his finger, intending to use his pressure to suppress these "ignorant" people.

"Ancestor, please make a decision for us!"

The one who spoke was Qingmei from the exploration group.

Immediately, she prostrated on the ground, reciting words in her mouth.

Huo Wuren raised an eyebrow and immediately swept his gaze over the faces of everyone present.

After discovering that no one responded, he chuckled.

"Cowards!"

He laughed, his laughter wild.

"No one can make decisions for you. Dare to defy me."

"Then die!"

Suddenly, he raised the small sword to intimidate them, to prevent anyone from secretly opposing him.

Moreover, Mingyun Immortal was still watching not far away. If he didn't handle this well, he wouldn't be able to prove his worth.

He could be replaced at any time.

Suddenly, the might of the returning virtual cultivators surged.

For Nascent Soul cultivators, this was no different from having the heavens pressing down on them.

In an instant, the four people spat out blood.

"Poof!"

Suddenly.

The pressure eased.

Huo Wuren spat out a mouthful of blood and fell flat on the ground.

Like mud, only a protective talisman emitted a faint spiritual light.

"It's over."

Jinhua Immortal stepped forward and waved his hand.

The injuries of the four Nascent Soul cultivators in the field were instantly healed.

Their faces returned to normal.

"These are disciples of our sect!"

Jinhua Immortal's voice turned cold as he protected the four of them.

With a gentle flick of his finger, Huo Wuheng's soul was pulled out without a trace.

Trembling, he looked at Jin Hua, the scattered immortal, unable to speak.

Crawling on the ground, in a miserable state.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist, you've got it wrong."

"I didn't expect the disciples of your prestigious sect to be here."

"Furthermore, this matter is also beneficial to Fellow Daoist...."

Ming Yun, the scattered immortal, furrowed his brows slightly, relieving some of the pressure on Huo Wuheng.

Jin Hua, the scattered immortal, exchanged a glance with him, understanding the meaning in each other's eyes.

He glanced at Huo Wuheng (the mud version) and the other returning virtual cultivators.

Without saying a word, he moved away with his disciples and grandchildren.

This made the hopeful cultivators, with a glimmer of hope in their eyes, suddenly feel a chill in their hearts.

Jin Hua, the scattered immortal, did this just to let Ming Yun know that he was still there.

At the same time, he didn't want to be dominated by him and wanted a share of the pie.

"Get up."

Ming Yun turned his back, his tone indifferent.

Waving his hand, Huo Wuheng's soul returned to his body and his physical body recovered.

But his face was covered in large beads of sweat.

His body was still trembling involuntarily.

He bowed to Ming Yun.

"Thank you, senior!"

At the same time, he was also surprised that his body, after being restored, had even better vitality.

Presumably, this was Ming Yun's method.

After this battle, Huo Wuheng's arrogance also diminished.

After taking a turn, he reestablished his authority.

After beheading a returning virtual cultivator with his sword, he forced the other cultivators present.

He stepped into the immortal gate.

"Despicable!"

"They are all the same!"

A returning virtual cultivator in a red robe cursed inwardly.

With a determination to die, he gritted his teeth and stepped into the gate.

Inside, there was no reaction.

No suppression either.

When he entered the gate, his whole person was stunned.

He looked at the stone statues filling the square and the 'fellow practitioners' who had not entered from behind.

His face went from despair to joy.

"Hahaha!"

"It's truly a stroke of luck! I'm as fast as the wind, and I still have such an opportunity!"

"Huo Wuheng, blame your own foolishness!"

"And you two hypocritical fools!"

With a furious curse, Xing Rufeng made up his mind.

With a wave of his hand, his own spiritual fire surrounded the entrance of the immortal gate.

"Fellow Daoist, you won't die, but I will!"

"Activate the formation!"

He drew three long swords from behind, suspending them on the gate and placing them on both sides of the gate.

At this moment, the grand formation was activated.

"Hahaha, this is my gift to you all!"

"All these opportunities are mine, mine!"

Xing Rufeng laughed heartily, leaving behind enough top-grade spirit stones to operate the formation.

Carefully, he groped his way towards the square.

Outside the immortal gate, Huo Wuheng felt no movement inside.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he kicked a Soul Formation cultivator standing second in line.

Pointing at the door, he shouted:

"You go!"

The Soul Formation cultivator trembled and glanced behind him.

In his heart, he weighed the options: going forward might mean death, but it could also be a way to survive.

Retreating was not an option.

Looking at the golden sword held in Huo Wuheng's hand to intimidate him.

He took a deep breath.

"Everyone, I'll go first!"

Rushing to his death!

With a loud shout to boost his courage, he stepped into the immortal gate.

"Boom!"

The light of the spiritual fire emanated from the gate, followed by the sound of clashing weapons.

After a moment, a corpse was thrown out of the immortal gate.

This made everyone's brows twitch, and Huo Wuheng silently took a few steps back, standing behind everyone with a vigilant expression.