The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

"The key to breaking the deadlock lies with Wang Jie."

Li Qing observed very carefully, and it was clear that Wang Jie was at a disadvantage in the confrontation with Huang Tairen.

His own strength was clearly not up to the True Law Realm, relying on the power supplied by the thousands of cavalry behind him.

In order to compete with Huang Tairen, he was the most vulnerable point.

Li Qing's gaze turned to Huang Lao and quietly approached him in the shadows.

"Huang Lao, let's attack the cavalry behind Wang Jie."

"His strength is closely related to those cavalry."

"As long as we break the method he's using to borrow power, he's as good as defeated."

Huang Lao understood Li Qing's plan and nodded slightly.

"Let's go together."

Li Qing hid in the shadows and quietly made his way around to the rear.

Huang Lao, on the other hand, leaped openly onto the nearby residential house and quickly rushed towards the direction of the cavalry.

In his hand, a yellow gem emitted a bright light, seemingly ready to be used at any moment.

As soon as Huang Lao made a move, Wang Jie noticed it immediately, his eyes revealing a hint of gloom.

At this time, Huang Tairen naturally also saw this scene, intensifying his attack, making it impossible for Wang Jie to make any move.

Li Qing, hidden in the shadows, moved silently through the darkness.

He felt that things were not so simple, and this group of people might still have a trick up their sleeve.

Huang Lao quickly arrived at the right side of the cavalry's house.

At this moment, the cavalry also noticed the danger and drew their bows, aiming at Huang Lao, shooting frantically.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

The sound of arrows cutting through the air filled the surroundings, with a faint red glow on the arrows.

Huang Lao's expression changed, and he raised his hand, causing a dim yellow light to appear in front of him.

Bang, bang, bang.

Countless arrows fell on the dim yellow light, slashing towards all directions, but causing no harm to him.

However, the countless red arrows made the dim yellow light sway, seemingly on the verge of shattering.

The gem in Huang Lao's hand had already been launched.

The gem emitted a hazy light, causing chaos among the cavalry.

A ghostly figure suddenly shot out from the opposite side.

The ghostly figure turned out to be a green-faced little ghost, which appeared in front of the yellow gem in an instant.

With a wave of its sharp claws, it sent the gem flying.

The tremendous force also pushed it back, appearing on the shoulder of a person wearing a mysterious mask.

Huang Lao took the gem in his hand, his expression changing.

"Who are you?"

The person with the mysterious mask spoke in a hoarse voice, "Hehe, I am Daoist from the Wheel Ghost King's Hall."

"The Wheel Ghost King's Hall? Are you also getting involved?" Huang Lao's expression turned cold, looking unpleasant.

"Hehe, I just received some benefits and helped Lord Wang in a dangerous situation."

"You'd better just watch quietly here, waiting for Lord Wang and Lord Huang to determine the outcome. I can guarantee that I won't intervene again."

Upon hearing this, Huang Lao's expression turned cold, and he shouted, "Attack."

As he spoke, the gem in his hand was launched again, heading towards the Daoist with the mask.

The gem emitted a dim yellow light, heavy as a mountain.

A dark sword light suddenly flashed from a distance, sweeping towards the Daoist with the mask.

This sword light, like a glint of cold, tore through the air, as fast as lightning.

The Daoist with the mask's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand, unleashing a green flame that turned into a ghostly face, biting towards the flying sword.

The flying sword seemed to be wary of this ghostly fire and dodged it in an instant.

The little ghost on the Daoist's shoulder also charged towards the yellow gem.

The green ghost face and the flying sword chased each other in mid-air, with the flying sword seemingly suppressed.

Meanwhile, the little ghost and the yellow gem kept colliding.

The Daoist with the mask multitasked, defending against attacks from Huang Lao and the flying sword.

At this moment, Li Qing in the shadows had already seen the situation.

The user of the flying sword turned out to be Fang Lao. He had disappeared from the beginning and had been lying in wait for the most opportune moment.

Watching the Daoist with the mask and the two experts from the Demon Slaying Temple battling, Li Qing frowned.

"It seems that the outcome won't be determined for a while."

"The Blood Demon Cult probably has no more tricks up their sleeve. Those who can make a move should have already done so."

...

At this moment, on another street, the head of the Fang family, Fang Qinghua, had been intercepted by a group of cultivators.

Each of these cultivators exuded an evil aura, all of them being Demonic Cultivators recruited by the Blood Demon Cult's true disciple, the Blood Spirit Prince.

Their only goal was to intercept the reinforcements of the Fang family.

A large number of soldiers who had already infiltrated the city also rushed out, intending to plunder and pillage.

However, they were targeted by the Demon Slaying Temple cultivators.

Throughout Jade City, the sound of explosions and chaos filled the air.

...

Although the Daoist with the mask was multitasking, his eyes seemed to be searching for something.

He knew that Li Qing was lurking in the shadows, holding a strange black talisman in his hand.

Li Qing quietly observed from below, keeping his eyes on the Daoist with the mask.

Being able to multitask and resist Huang Lao and Fang Lao, seemingly gaining the upper hand, he felt that this person was very dangerous.

"I must be extremely careful when making a move."

With this in mind, the Blood Burning Flame burst from his hand, falling like a stream of light onto one of the cavalrymen.

At the same time as he made his move, Li Qing had already left his previous position.

Just as he left, a black light radiated from the Daoist with the mask's hand.

A terrifying black mass landed in the spot where he had just been.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

This black mass directly corroded the ground, creating a huge pit with a radius of one zhang and a depth of three feet.

Seeing this scene, Li Qing felt a chill, "Truly cunning, he was waiting for me all along."

"Fortunately, I was prepared early."

At this moment, the blood-red flame ignited one of the cavalrymen, and he began to scream frantically.

"Help... help... it hurts so much."

But the soldiers around him swung their swords, cutting off his head directly.

Splurt.

He immediately fell to the ground, and the horse he was riding also began to struggle frantically.

The flame had already landed on the horse, causing it to thrash about in pain.

Terrifyingly, the flame ignited the people nearby.

Everyone touched by the flame was unable to escape, and a continuous blood-red flame spread towards the entire cavalry.

Feeling the threat, Wang Jie shouted.

"Wind!"

Once again, a black-red light emerged from his tiger token.

This black-red light resonated with the armor worn by the soldiers.

This resonance produced a strange wind that blew towards the outside world.

The entire army seemed like a gust of wind, blowing a black-red wind.

Under the blowing of this black wind, the Blood Burning Flame was instantly extinguished.

The military has its own methods. By using the power of the military formation, it can unleash cross-realm power.

But at the same time, there are also various flaws, such as the army being broken through by others.

To deal with this situation, corresponding spells have naturally been developed.

For example, this military wind technique, which uses the power of all soldiers to form a wind of military spirits, can extinguish all foreign spells.

It provides strong protection for all soldiers.

Seeing this scene, Li Qing was also surprised, "Impressive."