Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"Will it make a move?" Liu Yuanqing's hand, gripping the spirit talisman, trembled.

At this moment, the distance between the two Nascent Soul cultivators and him was no more than one hundred and fifty zhang.

Whether using a spirit treasure or directly flying away, it would only take a breath to reach them. If he hesitated any longer, he would have no chance to activate this talisman.

He clearly remembered what his master had said before he left: "Only in the face of the sect's destruction will the Xuanling Ruler appear. If you can get the Xuanling Ruler to take action, don't waste the spirit talisman. You must remain calm and not use the spirit talisman until the very last moment."

Du Fuming and Lu Dingyi exchanged a smile, but neither of them broke into the Xuantian Sect through the gap in the great formation. They both came from extraordinary backgrounds and were well-informed, knowing that a great sect with tens of thousands of years of heritage would definitely have some tricks up its sleeve, so they couldn't be careless.

"Senior Brother, how about I make a move?" Lu Dingyi's cold gaze fell on Liu Yuanqing, still harboring resentment for his sarcastic remarks earlier.

"Then I'll have to trouble Junior Brother Lu," Du Fuming said with a smile.

Lu Dingyi turned his hand, and a ruler-sized short sword shimmered with a clear light in his palm, darting around like a viper's tongue.

He stared at Liu Yuanqing with a sinister gaze, but he hesitated to attack, only allowing the substantial killing intent to continuously assail Liu Yuanqing, with the aftermath affecting the surrounding twenty-odd Core Formation cultivators.

Liu Yuanqing felt as if he were a small boat sailing in a stormy sea, not knowing when it would capsize and sink to the bottom.

The surrounding air seemed to be evacuated, making it difficult to breathe. He wanted to switch to internal respiration, but he couldn't smoothly circulate his magic power. His chest felt stuffy, as if a large stone was pressing down on it.

He knew that this was deliberately done by Lu Dingyi, with the aim of making him unable to withstand the pressure and become panicked, thereby releasing his trump card. Since that was the case, he naturally couldn't do as the enemy wished.

However, facing the pressure intentionally created by a Nascent Soul cultivator alone was extremely unpleasant.

Not only was there the imminent threat of death, but also the deliberate teasing and humiliation, like an ant facing a giant, deeply feeling powerless while also yearning for extraordinary power to defeat it in one fell swoop, in order to relieve the fear and anger in his heart.

One breath, two, three breaths... As time passed, Liu Yuanqing gradually calmed down. Although the terrifying killing intent still oppressed him to the point of breathlessness, the negative emotions in his heart had been cleared away one by one with great perseverance.

He raised his eyes and shot a mocking gaze into Lu Dingyi's eyes.

Lu Dingyi's expression changed slightly. With a flick of his hand, the flying sword in his palm disappeared in an instant. The next moment, the sword slashed towards the top of Liu Yuanqing's head, its sword energy startling the sky, without holding back in the slightest.

Liu Yuanqing didn't have time to react. The only thought in his mind was: Am I going to die?!

"Boom!"

A powerful shockwave rose from the plaza, colliding with the flying sword, and then wrapped it up, soaring into the sky, heading straight for Du Fuming and Lu Dingyi.

Du Fuming's eyes lit up and he murmured, "It's finally here!"

He reached out and grabbed upwards, shouting, "Sword, come!"

A sword about two feet long, light blue in color, and shining with a dazzling light appeared in his hand. He simply slashed this sword forward, and a shocking sword energy burst out, tearing the shockwave apart like cutting paper, its momentum undiminished, directly slashing towards Liu Yuanqing and the plaza beneath his feet.

Liu Yuanqing swept away the gloom in his heart, and his eyes shone as he looked at the short sword, as if he had seen some peerless treasure, while ignoring the incoming sword energy.

The Core Formation cultivators of the lower sects standing on the plaza suddenly felt the ground shaking. Before they could be surprised, they saw countless beams of light shooting out from the ground, quickly converging into a light shadow, breaking through the attacking sword energy and attacking the light blue short sword.

The light blue short sword trembled slightly, broke free from Du Fuming's palm, and with a spin, nine sword energies were unleashed, colliding with the light shadow.

The light shadow only shook, its color slightly dimmed, but its aura did not diminish, and it still attacked the short sword.

The short sword flashed with sharp sword light and rushed forward, slashing the light shadow.

The light shadow made a "pop" sound and suddenly exploded.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators were watching the battle from a hundred zhang away. They didn't expect the light shadow to explode, and the force it released was both strong and fast, and it was all directed at them. They were immediately caught off guard, using spirit treasures and escape techniques in a flurry of panic.

In that instant, another phantom flew out from under the plaza, striking the short sword. Before they even made contact, one phantom after another flew out from the ground.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators' expressions changed drastically, and they dodged far away.

The Core Formation cultivators on the plaza, including Zhang Yuanjing, were all staring blankly at the battle between the short sword and the light shadows in the sky. This level of battle was far beyond their knowledge and they couldn't understand it at all.

If a Nascent Soul cultivator made a move, there would at least be a tide of spiritual power filling the sky, and the power could be estimated.

But this kind of battle seemed unremarkable, and they couldn't feel the fluctuations of magic power within, so they couldn't judge the strength.

However, just seeing the two Nascent Souls almost injured by the aftermath, they knew how powerful it was.

The short sword successively shattered more than a dozen light shadows, and its luster gradually dimmed.

Du Fuming's eyes flickered, and he turned his head to ask Lu Dingyi, "Junior Brother Lu, the thing in the ground has not yet revealed its true form, should we ask Senior Brother Hou to take action?"

Lu Dingyi hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly, "I heard that the Xuantian Sect has a Xuanling Ruler, which is very powerful. I wonder if that thing that emits light shadows is it?"

Du Fuming said, "Does Junior Brother think that the Illusion Breaking Sword is not the Xuanling Ruler's enemy?"

Lu Dingyi shook his head: "If it's a fair fight, the Illusion Breaking Sword is not afraid of any magical powers or spirit treasures. However, the Xuanling Ruler has the advantage of terrain, supported by a large spiritual vein, and our strength is limited. We can only slightly help the Illusion Breaking Sword replenish its power. With this ebb and flow, the Illusion Breaking Sword will probably have difficulty succeeding."

Du Fuming nodded and asked again, "So, Junior Brother still thinks it's not advisable to fight hard?"

Lu Dingyi knew that he was eager to make contributions, but he dared not waver on such an important matter, and immediately stated: "That's right, it's indeed not advisable to fight hard!"

A subtle displeasure flashed in Du Fuming's eyes, but he did not make a rash decision. After pondering for a moment, seeing that the short sword's luster was becoming increasingly dim, he took out a sound transmission jade, gathered magic power into sound, and transmitted it.

Lu Dingyi was right next to Du Fuming. Just by looking at his mouth shape, he knew that he had not given up. He was probably explaining the situation and asking Hou Nanpeng, who was ambushing nearby, to make a decision.

He sighed inwardly, and a sense of melancholy arose in his heart. Although Hou Nanpeng was ordered to preside over the Xuantian Sect's attack on Tianmo Yuan, and his cultivation base was one small realm higher, this Du Fuming had just arrived from the sect recently, equivalent to an imperial envoy, and the weight of his words could be imagined.

And Hou Nanpeng had been planning here for decades, with slow progress, or even no progress at all. He knew that the Supreme Venerable in the sect must be dissatisfied, so how could he easily reject Du Fuming's proposal!