Yuan Yang, Tai Hao and Nan Hua, three sects, had a total of five disciples. The Shi couple died in battle. Yuan Zirong and Shi Mu Hua, two of them, borrowed the magical weapons given by their masters to protect their lives and fled back to the mountain gate, never to return.
In the blink of an eye, Qiao Zhengdao was the only one left in the blood cloud.
When Yuan Zirong and Shi Muhua left, they had caused a huge commotion and he had sensed it.
Others could leave, but as the head disciple of Yuan Yang Sect and the person in charge, he couldn't leave so easily.
Moreover, although Yuan Zirong and Shi Muhua had left, they had also disturbed the spiritual opportunity when they broke through the blood cloud, causing a few cracks to appear. Therefore, it wasn't like he didn't gain anything. With the compass given by the sect, he had already found some clues to break the formation. If he was given another 15 minutes, he might be able to find the way out and go straight to the devil's cave below.
However, at this moment, the Jieyue Sword Stele behind him suddenly vibrated. Then, two beams of spiritual light flew into the sky.
Qiao Zhengdao's eyes glowed. It was obvious that this treasure had absorbed enough Qi and was trying to pull people in.
Without any hesitation, he turned around and walked into the Sword Stele.
As soon as he entered, a wave of spiritual energy seeped into his chest. Suddenly, his body felt light and his mind became clear. His spiritual energy and magical power rose, and he seemed to have an inexhaustible amount of magical power.
After a few breaths, the sword stele shook and two beams of spiritual light entered. Then, two silhouettes appeared a thousand feet away.
He knew that the master had arrived. His eyes glowed and he pointed with his finger. The sword plate above his head suddenly exploded with thousands of sword lights. They were like fire and gold, like the morning sun, layer upon layer. They went straight for the newcomers.
After using this method, he didn't stop moving. His hands kept making hand signs, and the magical power in his body boiled. Spiritual energy gushed out from the acupoints of his Dharmakaya and turned into flaming sword lights. They were shaped like clouds and flew out with rainbow-like flames.
This was the Red Dragon Cloud Sword. It was the Taibai Golden Dawn Qi that he had cultivated for hundreds of years. Then, he mixed it into the sky and transformed it into the Yang Fusion Elite. It was fearless of filth and specialized in destroying evil spirits. Few cultivators from the Devil's Doctrine could resist it.
But that wasn't all. He flicked his sleeve again. He threw something out. It looked like a golden seal. Rumbling in the sky, it struck downwards.
The space inside the Realm Peak Sword Stele was narrow and small. There was no turning back, and it was impossible for him to dodge, which was perfect for Yuan Yang Sect cultivators like him. Therefore, he attacked without any hesitation.
Moreover, at this moment, his spiritual power had increased by 30%. Whether it was the power of his dao techniques or divine abilities, they were far above his usual level. He had the upper hand.
Baili Qingyin's reaction was extremely fast. Seeing the sword light coming over, he immediately raised a bloody cloud hand and slapped over, colliding with it. But that waterfall-like sword light was unending, and it only blocked for a moment before collapsing.
However, he did not panic. Qiao Zhengdao's attacks were like a storm. If he were to take it on alone, even if he withstood it, he would definitely be at a disadvantage. Based on the opponent's cultivation and mana, the outcome would be obvious. However, he had his mana doppelganger by his side, which made things very different.
With a thought, the avatar suddenly waved its hand, and another crimson cloud hand flew out, slapping forward, and blocking this round of attacks.
Baili Qingyin won a moment of respite. He pulled himself together, and also used his arts.
The two of them exerted their power together, and the crimson cloud hand kept condensing, slapping down one after another. There was almost no pause, and the situation was immediately stabilized.
His doppelganger was as deep as his mana. Now that it was two against one, he didn't need to use any treasures. Just this divine ability alone was enough to suppress the opponent.
Qiao Zhengdao wanted to kill the opponent in one go, but he didn't expect the opponent to be able to hold on. And in this battle of techniques, he was inadvertently dragged into a battle of mana.
This wasn't what he wanted. Yuan Yang Sect's divine abilities and dao techniques were superior in their attacks, but they were slightly lacking in stamina. The longer it dragged on, the more variables there would be.
He lowered his head, and said in his heart, "Daoist Master Dayuan, please lend me a hand."
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, a handsome cultivator with a chiseled face walked out from the void and nodded at him. Then, with a flash of his body, he transformed into a magic sword that was more than three feet long and glowed with azure light. It flickered with a cold light.
This sword was called "Daoist Sword of Justice", and was a killing true weapon of Yuan Yang Sect. This was his true killing move. Previously, the sect master of Yuan Yang Sect had begged for it, and only then did he reluctantly agree to help him once.
As soon as this sword entered the sky, it transformed into a stream of light and slashed away, covering a distance of several dozen feet in a flash.
However, just as it reached the top of Baili Qingyin's head, a sinister-looking black-robed old Daoist appeared behind him, transforming into a two pointy, wide and round abdomen, and shaped like a shuttle.
Qiao Zhengdao was shocked, and blurted out, "Soul Seeking Blood Blade?"
When the Daoist Sword saw this blade, it seemed to hesitate, and didn't slash down, but circled outside. The Soul Seeking Blood Blade also only deterred in place, and didn't chase after it.
These two true weapons seemed to be fearful of each other. After confronting each other for a while, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, they both retreated. No matter how the two of them tried to order them around, they didn't pay any attention.
Like true weapons, after they were born with intelligence, they also cherished their own lives. When the two of them clashed, they would definitely be damaged. If they followed their master, it would still be reasonable, but right now, they definitely wouldn't risk their lives for the sake of two junior disciples.
Seeing that he couldn't kill the enemy with a true weapon, Qiao Zhengdao roused all the magic power and essence Qi in his body, gathering them in one place. Then, he opened his mouth and spat out a dozen or so white rays of spiritual Qi, which instantly transformed into twelve small sparkling swords of half a foot long. With a flash, they flew towards him.
Baili Qingyin's pupils shrank. He recognized that this was Yuan Yang Sect's Fatal Sword. This sword followed the enemy's Qi, like maggots in the bones. If you were hit, you would die without a doubt. Usually, it was difficult to block even one sword, and he didn't expect Qiao Zhengdao to be able to release twelve at once!
Fortunately, there was no such thing as an unbreakable magical power in the world. He knew in advance that Yuan Yang Sect was coming, so he was already prepared. With a shout, a thirty feet tall decorated archway appeared in front of him. Then, with a sway of his body, he temporarily withdrew the blood doppelganger, and with another step into the door, he disappeared inside.
The Fatal Sword was an intangible object, and followed into the door without any hindrance.
But the next moment, Baili Qingyin stepped out again, and those famous swords were nowhere to be seen.
This decorated archway was called the "Thousand Miles Tower Pass", which he had created to deal with the Yuan Yang Sect cultivators this time. Once inside the decorated archway, those who couldn't enter or exit would have to walk thousands of miles before they could come out. At that time, even if the Essence Qi in the swords didn't dissipate, he would just have to walk in again, and sooner or later, he would be able to wear it out.
He looked up and saw that Qiao Zhengdao's doppelganger was obviously a bit dimmer than Just Now, sitting cross-legged with his head lowered. A cold light shone in his eyes.
He knew that the Fatal Sword was the concentration of a cultivator's Essence Qi. After releasing twelve swords, the opponent must have fallen into a weakened state, and now was the best time for him to kill this person!
His body shook slightly, and his doppelganger stepped out from behind him. Then, with a surge of mana, he unhesitatingly released the blood cloud giant hand, about to kill this opponent.
But at this moment, Qiao Zhengdao suddenly raised his head, and pointed at him.
Baili Qingyin suddenly felt something was wrong, and his mana Just Now rose, his body's aura stagnated, and then suddenly disappeared from where he was. When he reappeared, he was already sent outside the boundary stele.
Almost at the same time, a golden light shot out from the sword stele, as fast as a meteor, and by the time he realized it, it was already above his neck.
In the sword stele, Qiao Zhengdao's expression relaxed slightly when he saw this scene. This was a clever move he had long prepared. If the Fatal Sword succeeded, there was no need to use it again. If it didn't, he would definitely think that he had no power to resist. Just when the opponent thought that victory was in his grasp and relaxed a bit, he would turn it out of the sword stele.
Although this wouldn't hurt the opponent, the circulation of the mana in his body would slow down because of this.
Even if it was only for a short moment, but if he seized this sliver of opportunity to release a killing move, he could kill the opponent on the spot!
But just when he thought the outcome was set, a change occurred!
Because his mana was insufficient, that blood doppelganger Just Now hadn't turned out, but now it suddenly took out a spell.
Borrowing an object to replace the form.
Qiao Zhengdao's body trembled violently, as if his chest was ruthlessly pierced by an invisible object. The Taoist robe on his body was torn apart, and a bowl-sized bloody hole appeared. His whole person also fell backwards.
If it wasn't for the fact that the robe he passed on was the sect's treasured robe, he would probably have been killed in one blow.
Although he was heavily injured, his mind was still clear, and he knew that he had lost this formation. He sighed inwardly, and with a thought, he activated the life-protecting treasure his master had given him. A ray of fiery light suddenly flew out from between his brows, wrapping around him like a cocoon. With a rumble, it actually broke the sword stele, and in a flash, it flew out into the sky.
Baili Qingyin took a look. He felt it was a pity that he couldn't devour this person's Yuan Ling doppelganger this time, but Qiao Zhengdao was the head disciple of the sect, and he definitely had life-protecting treasures on him. He could defeat him, but killing him was indeed very difficult.
At this time, above his head, there was suddenly a rumbling vibration, and then the entire blood cloud also began to tremble, showing signs of collapse. He couldn't help but be startled.
He understood that without him presiding over it, the blood cloud would definitely be attacked by Zhang Yan, but although the battle in the sword stele took a long time, only a moment had passed in the outside world. He only dared to fight with ease because he knew the nature of this thing, but he didn't expect that Zhang Yan's offensive would be so fierce, and in just a moment, the blood cloud couldn't hold on.
He hurriedly leaped up, and sat on the blood lotus. Fang Yaoming's clone went up to stop him, but with a crack, the blood lotus under his feet actually cracked.
He was startled, and sighed, knowing that it was already too late.
Looking up, he saw the dense blood mist gradually dissipate, and in the boundless golden light, there was a huge palace with four corners like pillars, and astral winds revolving above and below. It was carrying wind and thunder, slowly descending.
"Lofty Cloud Tower …"
Baili Qingyin's expression wasn't too good. He took a breath, and said in a low voice, "Spiritual Master Suo Ling, this thing is hard to break. If it rushes into the spirit cave, junior can't stop it. Can I ask Spiritual Master to help?"
Following his call, a black-robed, cold-faced Daoren came out, and said expressionlessly, "Just Now when you saw Dayuan, I didn't help you, so I owe you one. I'll help you one more time, and from now on, we're even. What do you think?"
This Suo Ling Yin Blood Saber was a true killing weapon of the Blood Soul Sect, one of the Mysterious Blood Sabers carried by the sect master. How would Baili Qingyin dare to bargain with him, and said with a cupped fist, "I don't dare, I'll do as Spiritual Master says."
The black-robed Daoren didn't say anything more, and his body immediately grew, turning into a three hundred zhang long scarlet light that soared into the sky, and chopped down at the Lofty Cloud Tower.
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