The Sword of the Real Spirit, Mo Li, was Lu Ping's Natal Spiritual Treasure. Although it had not been nurtured for as long as the Natal Genchen Formation, it was the most frequently used weapon against enemies. It was the medium through which most of Lu Ping's Magical Source Power could be used. Furthermore, it was the Horn of the Real Spirit that belonged to Jiao Daoren …
The Horn of the Real Spirit?
Lu Ping's heart skipped a beat. When he raised his head to look at the Pure Yang Flying Sword that had pierced into Jiao Daoren's True Body, he saw that the Flying Sword was glowing brightly and its body was trembling. Runes that were both familiar and strange at the same time flowed on its body.
As a Natal Spiritual Treasure, although Lu Ping had been forced back by the tyrannical power in Jiao Daoren's True Body, his connection with the Spiritual Treasure had not been severed. Through his Divine Sense, Lu Ping could clearly sense that the Flying Sword was undergoing a qualitative change. The Flying Sword Spirit, Mo Li, was like a gluttonous child, constantly absorbing the surging Essence Qi that had been transmitted from the blade that had pierced into Jiao Daoren's True Body.
Thinking about the power of the Thousand Pound Staff that Wise Ape had wielded, Lu Ping could not help but feel excited. He did not know to what extent the power of the Sword of the Real Spirit would increase.
Was there an even more powerful Spiritual Treasure than a Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure?
Even the Soaring Dragon Galaxy Technique that Lu Ping had cultivated did not have an answer to this question. However, after Lu Ping had advanced to the True Spirit Realm, the answer to this question had become increasingly certain. Especially after Lu Ping had snatched the Seven-Feathered Fan, he could sense that there was an unknown power hidden in this Heaven-opening Spiritual Treasure. It was a power that even made Lu Ping's heart palpitate.
Although Lu Ping had only sensed this power after he entered the passageway formation, he was still unable to use it. All he knew was that once this power was released, its might would be far beyond that of ordinary pure Yang spirit treasures.
A loud shout came from afar and interrupted Lu Ping's thoughts, "Lu Daoyou, don't panic. The Old Man is here to lend you a hand!"
When Lu Ping looked up, he saw a flash of green light flashing across the sky, striking towards the back of Jiao Daoren's true body.
Lu Ping was infuriated, but he saw that the real body of the puppet seemed to only feel the danger now. Its body suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared, leaving only Lu Ping's Sword of True Spirit and a green light that came at him.
However, he heard Longhuai Ancestor yell from afar, "Ah! Be careful, Lu Daoyou. I didn't expect the puppet to dodge, but this magical power is heading towards you. I'm really sorry!"
Lu Ping put away the annoyance on his face and waved his hand to take the Sword of True Spirit into his hand. At the same time, his body moved according to his heart, dodging the magical power of the green light. His Divine Sense spread out like a tide in all directions, tracking the movements of Jiao Daoren's real body puppet.
Not long after Lu Ping dodged the green light, the Longhuai Ancestor made a series of seemingly clumsy hand seals and dissipated in mid-air.
Looking at the apologetic Longhuai Ancestor from afar, Lu Ping smiled and said, "It's alright, it was just an unintentional move, Fellow Daoist!"
The Longhuai Ancestor also released his Divine Sense like Lu Ping, paying close attention to the movements in the surrounding void, trying to track the movements of Jiao Daoren's real body. However, he asked, "It seems that the real body puppet was hit by Lu Daoyou's sword just now? Fellow Daoist Lu's strength is truly worthy of this old man's admiration, but how are the injuries of that puppet? "
Lu Ping's eyes wandered around and said, "That puppet is powerful, but it's still a puppet with a different posture. I gave up on the trap and finally managed to stab it with my sword, but its real body is already a puppet body, so the sword didn't have much effect."
The Longhuai Ancestor was naturally skeptical, but he said, "What a pity!"
Lu Ping immediately asked, "Was Peng Daoren's real body puppet repelled by you, Senior? Where is Fellow Mi now? "
The Longhuai Ancestor nodded. "With Fellow Mi's help, the Old Man repelled the puppet. However, thinking that Fellow Daoist was fighting Jiao Daoren's real body puppet alone, the Old Man rushed over first to help. Fellow Mi should be arriving soon, right?"
Lu Ping only nodded to indicate that he understood, but he did not comment on how much truth was in the Longhuai Ancestor's words. At the very least, he did not say the truth himself.
As soon as the Longhuai Ancestor finished speaking, another beam of light rose in the direction he had flown from. Mi Xuance's voice came from afar. "You two, this is the depths of the tunnel formation!"
Lu Ping and the Longhuai Ancestor suddenly shouted at the same time, "Oh no!"
The two of them turned into beams of light and charged towards Mi Xuance.
Mi Xuance thought that the two of them were following him to the depths of the tunnel formation after hearing his notice, so he stopped to wait for them. However, he did not expect to see Lu Ping's urgent expression as he shouted, "Hide, Fellow Mi!"
Mi Xuance's expression froze, but he immediately understood. At the moment of life and death, his sleeves suddenly exploded as he waved his hands. A whirlwind rose from beneath his feet and enveloped his entire body. However, a beam of light burrowed into the whirlwind before it could completely envelop him.
Loud roars and shouts rang out from the green wind. One could vaguely see that Mi Xuance had already turned into his true spirit and was fighting Jiao Daoren's real body puppet.
The flying sword beneath Lu Ping's feet shone brightly. Under the Longhuai Ancestor's shocked gaze, Lu Ping suddenly overtook him and dispersed the whirlwind with a single strike. Jiao Daoren's real body puppet turned and fled, leaving behind only Mi Xuance's torn and dying true spirit body.
The Longhuai Ancestor hurriedly caught up and swung the tree branch spirit treasure in his hand. Several green vines swept towards the retreating Jiao Daoren's real body, but the puppet once again turned into a beam of light and dodged.
However, a beam of sword light arrived first. Just as the beam of light evaded the Longhuai Ancestor's interception and transformed back into the real body, it passed through the puppet's body.
The puppet's real body did not move or roar. It still turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the void, leaving only its left arm floating in the air. The Longhuai Ancestor waved the tree branch spirit treasure in an attempt to stop it with two spells, but it was useless in the end.
Lu Ping waved and put the severed arm into his storage tool. The Longhuai Ancestor's eyelids twitched as he watched from the side, but he endured it in the end and said, "I wonder how Fellow Mi is doing!"
Lu Ping had already reached Mi Xuance's side, but Mi Xuance had already put away his true spirit body. Seeing Lu Ping coming over, he opened his mouth but spat out several mouthfuls of blood. He smiled bitterly and said, "I thought I might have a chance of survival by following you, but I can't escape death in the end. The path to immortality can't rely on external forces after all!"
Lu Ping's expression was solemn. He glanced at the wound on Mi Xuance's chest that looked like it had been struck by a sharp claw. Although Mi Xuance wanted to borrow his strength, he did not intend to harm him. Although he was weak, he did his best to help Lu Ping. He could be considered a reliable ally. The passage formation was filled with danger at every step. There were only a few True Spirit Cultivators left out of the 18, but they still had no idea where the exit of the formation was.
Mi Xuance's expression suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something. He said, "After the Peng Daoren puppet was repelled, there was a huge change in the passage formation. It was in the direction where Xiao Baiyu, Butterfly Fairy, and the rest went. You two … you two …"
At this point, Mi Xuance's eyes gradually lost their light. It was the final radiance of a setting sun, and the last shred of life in his body dissipated.
Lu Ping sighed. With a wave of his hand, Mi Xuance's corpse instantly turned into ashes, and then the ashes scattered and dispersed within the grand formation.
"Let's go, Lu Xiaoyou. Let's see what exactly happened in the depths of the passage formation. Perhaps everything is about to end."
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