As his consciousness blurred, the Myriad Devil Ridge cultivator realized that Lu Ye was already a Heaven Eight.
As a Heaven Eight cultivator, he couldn't even take a single slash from the other party.
How could the other party's saber be so sharp? Even a mid-grade Golden Body Talisman couldn't block the power of that slash … He couldn't understand!
Blood gushed out from the neck as the head flew off. The headless corpse swayed and fell down. A stream of light shot out from the weapon box at Lu Ye's waist and circled around the waist of the Myriad Devil Ridge cultivator. When it returned, it brought back a storage bag.
Killing people and seizing treasures in one go.
More figures rushed over from all directions. At the same time, there was a burst of shouting.
"Lu Yiye is out!"
"Lu Yiye is here!"
Hovering in the air, Lu Ye's eyes drooped slightly. He held the Mountain Plate Saber and pointed the tip to the ground. He looked at the Myriad Devil Ridge cultivators approaching him. With a light tap of his foot, he activated his spirit power and turned into a stream of light that rushed forward.
When he killed his way into the Myriad Poison Forest, he was a Heaven Seven cultivator. Now that his cultivation had reached a higher level and his strength had increased greatly, he wanted to see if he could kill his way out of the encirclement by himself!
After being blocked by so many Myriad Devil Ridge cultivators for more than two months, Lu Ye naturally had to return the favor.
It didn't matter if he couldn't kill his way out. The Myriad Poison Forest was right below him. As long as he hid in the forest, no matter how many Myriad Devil Ridge cultivators there were, they couldn't do anything to him.
There were only five cultivators blocking the way ahead. Seeing Lu Ye approaching, they all took out their weapons and attacked him. The light from the weapons intertwined and moved nimbly.
Lu Ye stepped on the spirit boat and nimbly dodged the attacks. If he couldn't avoid them, he would block them with the Mountain Plate Saber. The distance between them quickly closed.
The expressions of the five people in front gradually became serious.
Before Lu Ye could get close, they quickly scattered.
However, just as they moved, nine streams of light shot out from the weapon box at Lu Ye's waist, accurately hitting the five of them. The speed and lethality of these nine streams of light far exceeded the methods used by the five of them.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by miserable screams. Of the five people who had split up, three fell into the poison forest below. The remaining two were both injured.
Lu Ye had already arrived in front of one of them. That person seemed to be an individual cultivator, and his blood was abundant and vigorous. A large shield spirit artifact hung from his arm, and he swatted it down at Lu Ye.
The Pan Mountain Saber slashed down, and the moment the saber and the shield came into contact, the Physique Cultivator's eyes widened. He only felt a vast amount of energy in front of him, and his body was sent flying.
He was horrified. What kind of weapon cultivator was this? His strength was even greater than his own!
Before he could come back to his senses, a scorching heat had already rushed toward him, and the figure of a magnificent Vermilion Bird appeared in his field of vision.
It was Lu Ye's Fire Phoenix Technique.
This was a technique he had learned from the Red Lotus Soaring to the Heavens. After Lu Ye obtained the Fire Phoenix Spirit Pattern, the power of this technique had greatly increased. Now, the Fire Phoenix Technique created a Vermilion Bird figure, and even the feathers on its body were clearly discernible. It looked like a miniature version of the world-destroying Fire Phoenix Spirit Pattern.
The Fire Phoenix Technique slammed into the Physique Cultivator's body. Scorching flames enveloped him, burning through his blood essence and protective spirit energy. The Physique Cultivator cried out in alarm as he followed in the footsteps of his three companions.
Lu Ye turned his head and saw that the last Myriad Demon Ridge cultivator had already fled far away, clutching his stomach and spitting out blood.
Lu Ye didn't chase after him. This fellow had already been severely injured, and he didn't know if he could survive. Chasing after him would only be a waste of time.
The Spirit Boat turned into a stream of light once more and shot off into the distance. The nine Imperial Artifacts flew back under Lu Ye's control and returned to the weapon box at his waist.
Lu Yiye had appeared!
This news spread in all directions at an extremely fast speed. In the direction Lu Ye was heading, cultivators from the Myriad Demon Ridge constantly rose into the air on their artifacts to greet him.
After waiting for two months, this fellow had finally appeared. What the Myriad Demon Ridge had to do now was to do their best to kill him and prevent future troubles!
In an instant, a mighty stream of light covered the sky and earth, gathering in the direction Lu Ye was heading.
In the sky above the Myriad Poison Forest, Lu Ye ran like the wind, his figure almost never stopping as he fought with batch after batch of Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators who were in charge of patrolling the sky above the Myriad Poison Forest.
Along the way, corpses fell to the ground and blood splattered across the sky.
A moment later, a large stream of light appeared in his field of vision. It was the arrival of the Myriad Demon Ridge's main force. At a rough glance, there were nearly a thousand of them, densely filling his field of vision.
Even if Lu Ye was now a Celestial Eight and his strength had skyrocketed, it was impossible for him to fight against so many Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators alone, unless he constructed the Fire Phoenix Spirit Pattern again.
However, the Myriad Demon Ridge had already suffered a great loss two months ago, so how could they not be prepared for this?
The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, and the shouts from the Myriad Demon Ridge reached his ears. Most of them were shouting for Lu Ye to come forward and die because they had more people.
When they were two thousand feet away from each other, Lu Ye's figure suddenly rushed up diagonally!
Looking at his posture, it seemed that he wanted to avoid the main force of the Myriad Demon Ridge and escape from a higher place where the defense was weaker.
Realizing this, the Myriad Demon Ridge side quickly responded. They immediately changed their direction and intercepted him diagonally upwards.
Standing on the ground and looking up, one could see many streams of light dragging long ribbons straight into the sky, flying higher and higher. Soon, the leading stream of light had passed through the clouds and could no longer be seen.
No one could say how high the sky of the Spirit Stream Battlefield or the Nine States was, because so far, no one had flown out. Even the Divine Sea Realm cultivators had a limit to the height they could fly.
This limit was not the limit of the body, but the suppression of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder in the sky. When one reached a certain height, it would attract the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. The higher one flew, the greater the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, until even the Divine Sea Realm cultivators could not withstand it.
There were rumors that if one could break through the suppression of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, the Divine Sea Realm cultivator could reach a higher level. Therefore, since ancient times, many Divine Sea Realm cultivators who had reached the limit of their cultivation would challenge the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, but so far, no one had succeeded.
The height that a Spirit Stream Realm cultivator could fly with was naturally not as high as a Divine Sea Realm cultivator.
At this time, Lu Ye could clearly feel that the higher he went, the more an invisible pressure pressed down on his body, causing his speed to become slower and slower until he could not fly any higher.
In the dark, there was even a trace of danger higher up. If he guessed correctly, it was the sense of danger brought by the legendary Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
When he turned his head to look, there were dozens of flowing lights rapidly approaching him. Their speed was beyond his imagination, and within the flowing lights, there were clear and melodious sounds of swords. Lu Ye's sharp senses made him feel as if he was being pointed at by a sharp sword, and his skin was stinging.
These dozens of flowing lights were the figures of sword cultivators!
In the Nine Prefectures, in terms of killing power and speed, there was no sect that could compete with these sword cultivators. Sword cultivators and ghost cultivators were both sects that were born with the ability to kill enemies above their level. Compared to ghost cultivators who were proficient in stealth and assassination, sword cultivators could kill enemies above their level because they put all their focus on the Dao of Killing.
Because they were focused on nothing else, they could break through the Nine Prefectures.
Because of this, sword cultivators were the least in number among all sects, even fewer than medical cultivators. For example, the Bei Xuan Sword Sect, a first-grade sect in the War Province, from top to bottom, there were no more than a thousand sword cultivators in the entire sect. Looking at any first-grade sect in the Nine Prefectures, such a situation was impossible.
However, 800 sword cultivators coming down the Heavenly Mountain was a big event that could shake the entire Nine Prefectures. It meant that the entire Bei Xuan Sword Sect had come out in full force!
The Grand Heaven Alliance had sword cultivators, and so did the Myriad Devil Ridge. Now, these dozens of sword cultivators from various forces were the main force and reliance to hunt down Lu Ye.
Previously, when Lu Ye had just entered the core region, the cultivators of the Myriad Devil Ridge had already experienced his speed when chasing after him. Therefore, if they wanted to catch up with him in terms of speed, only sword cultivators could do it. The other sects' cultivators were simply not enough.
These dozens of sword cultivators did not disappoint. In terms of speed, they were indeed much faster than the others, even faster than Lu Ye.
Although Lu Ye wanted to test the sword cultivators' abilities, he was not mentally ill. Naturally, he could not fight against dozens of sword cultivators who were known for their killing power alone. If he was entangled by these sword cultivators, he was destined to have a bad ending.
Therefore, when Lu Ye flew to the highest point, he quickly descended. Under the surprised gazes of the dozens of sword cultivators who were about to approach him, Lu Ye flew down at a faster speed than before.
Normally, Lu Ye was indeed not as fast as these sword cultivators. However, he had the wind spirit tattoos that could support him at any time …
Seeing Lu Ye's actions, many cultivators of the Myriad Devil Ridge immediately felt that something was wrong!
At this moment, because of the pursuit of Lu Ye, the originally tight formation of the Myriad Devil Ridge cultivators became clear. The strongest group was at the highest point, the average strength was in the middle, and those below were the weakest group.
In less than ten breaths, Lu Ye fell from the sky like a meteorite and was only 300 feet away from the poisonous barrier below. The spirit boat under his feet flashed with light, and the wind spirit tattoos continued to activate. It turned into a stream of light and suddenly changed direction, crashing forward.
The Myriad Devil Ridge cultivators in this position were basically at the seventh heaven level, and there were not many who were at the eighth heaven level.
Seeing Lu Ye rushing over, the cultivators all attacked. In an instant, streams of light and spells blotted out the sky and covered the earth and blasted toward Lu Ye.
Cultivators flying in the air and fighting on the ground were two different things. Not to mention the exhaustion and restraint of a cultivator's mind when flying in the air, fighting in the air also allowed one to move more nimbly. Cultivators with powerful minds would undoubtedly have a great advantage when fighting in the air.
Like a swallow flapping its wings in a storm, Lu Ye's figure drifted erratically, avoiding the densest areas of attacks. He dodged the spells and flying weapons that came at him. The Pan Mountain Saber in his hand constantly waved, blocking some scattered attacks, and crashed into the enemy formation.
The weapon box buzzed, and nine flying weapons flew out, turning into nine streams of light, wrapping up a storm of death and bringing an aura of destruction.
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