Immortal Road

After a while, more than a hundred cultivators from the Seven Sects and the cultivators from the Jin Jun Sect came into close combat.

Ishikawa ignored the pleas of the leader of the Jin Jun Sect, waved his hands a few times, and dozens of light spots flew out of Ishikawa's hands.

If you observe carefully, you can find that all these light spots have entered the bodies of the cultivators from the Jin Jun Sect.

As long as these light spots enter the body, the cultivator's cultivation seems to have suddenly increased several times, and he will not lose out even when facing the siege of several cultivators of the same level.

Although the cultivators from the Seven Sects are several times more than the cultivators from the Jin Jun Sect, after a melee, they did not gain any advantage.

The ten Jindan-stage cultivators who were watching not far away all showed surprise on their faces. They were very puzzled. You know, they brought the elite disciples from the sect, many of whom were the best disciples of certain families, and some were descendants of certain elders.

These people have been well taken care of since childhood, and they have many treasures in their hands.

However, facing the mob of Jin Junzong, they did not gain any advantage, and even several people were injured.

The monks of Jin Junzong seemed to be more courageous and fearless, shouting angrily, and forced the disciples of the seven sects to retreat again and again.

This made the ten Jindan-stage monks even more puzzled. They thought that it would only take a moment to deal with these dozens of Jin Junzong monks, but this battle lasted for more than half an hour and was indistinguishable.

"Fellow Daoists, I see Jin Junzong is a little strange. How can these low-level foundation-building monks be so powerful?" The old man surnamed Wu said angrily.

"Fellow Daoist Wu is right, it is indeed a little strange. Could it be that the method of Jin Junzong is so powerful?" One person echoed.

"No matter what, several of the elite disciples we brought have been injured, which is somewhat different from our original idea. I think we should take action and deal with these remnants of Jin Junzong first!" A middle-aged man said.

The other Jindan-stage cultivators hesitated for a moment and agreed.

None of these core elite disciples could die. They were already heartbroken by their injuries, and they might not be able to explain themselves when they returned.

"Disciples of the Seven Sects, listen to my order and retreat immediately!" The old man surnamed Wu shouted angrily. It was like a thunderclap.

After hearing this, the disciples of the Seven Sects immediately withdrew. They were exhausted and had a deep fear of the cultivators of the Jinjun Sect.

After hearing the order to retreat, they immediately retreated and were unwilling to fight for a while longer.

But how could the cultivators of the Jinjun Sect let them retreat so easily? During the escape, they injured more than ten people and killed one person.

This person was the core disciple of the sect where the old man surnamed Wu belonged.

This made the old man surnamed Wu furious, and he shouted angrily: "You dared to kill my sect disciples, you have lived enough, today I want you Jin Jun Sect to be buried with me."

The old man surnamed Wu forgot the tragedy of his flying sword being destroyed just now. He waved his hand and a treasure like a fishing net flew out.

The fishing net became bigger and bigger, and in an instant. It covered all the disciples of Jin Jun Sect.

The fishing net. A faint light flickered.

At this moment, the fishing net magic weapon shrank rapidly and flew into the sky.

"Who dares to take my magic weapon?" The old man surnamed Wu was shocked and angry. He already understood that the flying sword magic weapon was destroyed just now. Now the fishing net magic weapon was taken away again. It must have been done by one person. And the cultivation level is far higher than his.

The other Jindan period cultivators were all shocked when they heard this. The cultivation level of this Wu cultivator is not low. The person who can take his magic weapon away must be extraordinary.

Two figures slowly appeared in the sky.

It was Ishikawa and the leader of Jinjun Sect.

The old man surnamed Wu did not look at the leader of Jinjun Sect at all, but stared at Ishikawa with his eyes. After a moment, a look of horror appeared on his face.

The powerful aura emanating from Ishikawa frightened him.

"Who... who are you? Why are you here?" The old man surnamed Wu asked with some fear.

"Who cares who he is? Can't we ten people defeat him?" The beautiful woman did not seem to notice the powerful aura on Ishikawa. She held out a green oval bead in her hand and muttered a few words in her mouth.

Immediately, countless vines grew out, like huge arms, flying towards Ishikawa.

Ishikawa did not want to attack these Jindan-stage cultivators. After all, these Jindan-stage cultivators were also for the interests of their own sects.

In the world of cultivation, the law of the jungle often happens. Ishikawa would not do such a thing, but he would not stop it, because as long as there is interest, such a thing will definitely happen.

However, after practicing in Jinjun Sect for many years, Ishikawa still wanted to help Jinjun Sect once.

Killing these Jindan-stage cultivators is meaningless. Ishikawa must make these Jindan-stage cultivators feel fearful, so that Jinjun Sect can prosper for a hundred years.

This charming female cultivator was completely unaware of Ishikawa's cultivation level and actually attacked Ishikawa.

Soon, these vines extended in front of Ishikawa, as if to wrap Ishikawa up.

Ishikawa waved lightly, and these vines withered and lost all their spiritual power. With another stretch of his hand, this emerald green oval bead appeared in Ishikawa's hand.

"Senior, please spare my life. We didn't know you were here. We disturbed your cultivation. I hope you will punish us!" Several Jindan-stage cultivators knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

The others immediately understood something and knelt on the ground.

If they still didn't understand Ishikawa's cultivation level, these Jindan-stage cultivators would have lived for hundreds of years in vain.

Just now, Shichuan first destroyed the flying sword magic weapon of the old man surnamed Wu, and then took away his fishing net magic weapon. And now, he casually destroyed the flower demon tree species of the enchanting woman, and took it away at will.

This kind of cultivation is definitely not something that a Jindan-stage cultivator can possess. Even though Shichuan's aura is weaker than that of an ordinary Yuanying-stage cultivator, everyone has confirmed that Shichuan is a Yuanying-stage great cultivator, a great cultivator who can kill them several times with a wave of his hand.

There is no point in running away. No one present can escape from a Yuanying-stage cultivator.

Moreover, if this Yuanying-stage great cultivator is angry, he may directly destroy the sect he is in.

Therefore, there is no choice but to kneel down and beg for mercy.

The enchanting woman and the old man surnamed Wu were particularly horrified, and they pressed their heads tightly to the ground, not daring to speak.

"Why did you come to my Jinjun Sect?" Shichuan's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire Jinjun Sect Island, which fully demonstrated the strength of Jinjun Sect.

The foundation-building cultivators of the seven sects saw that their own Jindan-stage ancestors were kneeling on the ground. They did not dare to have any other thoughts and quickly knelt on the ground, feeling uneasy.

At this moment, they thought that when they were fighting with the cultivators of Jin Junzong just now, the other cultivators were so brave, perhaps because of the advice of this Yuanying-stage ancestor.

Yuanying-stage ancestors are definitely the overlords in this remote sea area, and no one can shake them.

For these small sects, they dare not even think about existence.

All the cultivators of the seven sects were full of bitterness. Before they came to Jin Junzong, they thought that this matter was very simple. As long as they slaughtered Jin Junzong, they could share Jin Junzong’s resources, and they could not only achieve many benefits, but also increase a lot of credit and be rewarded by the sect.

But they never thought that Jin Junzong actually had a Yuanying-stage ancestor.

When the cultivators of Jin Junzong saw this scene, they all showed surprise on their faces. They were originally doomed to die today, and even their blood relatives and ordinary mortals could hardly escape death.

But unexpectedly, at this last critical moment, there was actually an old ancestor in the Jinjun Sect.

The Jinjun Sect monks also slowly recalled that a special spiritual power was injected into the Dantian just now, which made the whole body produce a strange spiritual power shield, and the spiritual power in the Dantian seemed to be inexhaustible.

This made them fight against several monks of the same level without being at a disadvantage.

This old ancestor in the Yuanying stage is now their biggest supporter and the life-saving straw for all the monks of the Jinjun Sect. As long as this old ancestor exists, the Jinjun Sect will not be bullied in the future.

So the monks of the Jinjun Sect all knelt down with respect, their eyes fixed on this very young old ancestor.

The leader of the Jinjun Sect stood beside Ishikawa, and no one doubted Ishikawa's identity as the old ancestor of the Jinjun Sect.

"Senior, please calm down. We didn't know that you were practicing here, but now we know our mistakes. I hope you will forgive us once." A middle-aged Jindan-stage monk said with a stiff face.

Kneeling down all the time is not a solution. He knew that since the leader of Jinjun Sect was beside Shichuan, he must have told Shichuan all these things in detail, and there was no need to hide anything. If he said it out loud, there might be a glimmer of hope.

"Senior, spare us, we will never dare to do it again!" The Jindan-stage cultivators begged.

Shichuan smiled coldly: "If I were not here today, I am afraid that Jinjun Sect would be wiped out! You have threatened the continuation of my Jinjun Sect, how can I let you go easily."

Shichuan looked at the flower demon tree seed in his hand. The wood spirit of this thing is quite strong, and there is a faint smell of spiritual wood. It is not a simple magic weapon, but should be the seed of some spiritual wood.

When Shichuan said this, all the Jindan-stage cultivators were horrified. Everyone felt like they had lost their parents, and they all thought that they would die here today.

Not only would they die here, but even the entire sect might be implicated.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, we once participated in the Bone Sea training together. We helped each other and were able to leave. I hope that fellow Daoist Jin will spare my life for the sake of our friendship. I, Gu, will repay your kindness by working like a cow or a horse." The middle-aged cultivator who had just spoken begged the leader of the Jinjun Sect.

Although the other Jindan-stage cultivators were somewhat disgusted with this person's behavior, they all felt a little envious. As long as they had this little connection, if they could get the leader of the Jinjun Sect to nod, perhaps this middle-aged Jindan-stage cultivator could save his life. (To be continued...)

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