(Attack first, repair later.)
Thousand Carp Court.
Dozens of cultivators from Torch Dragon Hall and Middle Spirit flew over from the sky. They approached the place and landed.
At this moment, there was a dazzling passageway here.
"Let's go in and take a look," said the leader of Torch Dragon Hall cultivators, Gu Yuan. "The Sword Sect told us about the Lesser Realm inside."
As he spoke, Gu Yuan took the lead and entered. His figure instantly disappeared.
When the others saw this, they did not hesitate and hurriedly followed.
The Lesser Realm.
A gigantic Spirit Qi ball with no end in sight was still spinning like a day for thousands of years.
Mixed Spirit Qi wreaked havoc everywhere.
"The Demons intended to accumulate Spirit Qi through the Lesser Realm and then trigger a Spirit Qi storm to deal us a heavy blow. Fortunately, the Sword Sect discovered and disrupted their plan," Gu Yuan said loudly.
"But this is still not enough. The Demons have accumulated such a huge amount of Spirit Qi through thousands of years of preparation. It would be a waste not to use it. Why can't we pay them back and use the Lesser Realm they've prepared to trigger a Spirit Qi storm to deal them a heavy blow?"
"The Sword Sect can't cultivate formations, so they've given us this mission. We mustn't disappoint the Sword Sect."
"Yes!" Everyone replied in unison.
Immediately after, they began to stand on their own and carefully investigate the specific situation within the Mirage.
An hour later.
"Elder Gu, we've already investigated the general situation …" An old Torch Dragon Hall cultivator with graying temples walked up to Gu Yuan and reported the specific situation after he had finished investigating the situation in the Void Realm.
There were two conditions for a Spirit Qi storm to be triggered.
First, there had to be enough mixed Spirit Qi.
That was why the Spirit Washing Devil Cultivators had opened up a Lesser Realm and used thousands of years to accumulate Spirit Qi.
They had gotten a great bargain. They just had to take over the Lesser Realm and save thousands of years of preparation.
The second condition was that there had to be enough power to trigger the Spirit Qi storm.
For this, the Spirit Washing Sect had set up a great formation to release the Spirit Qi in the Lesser Realm and trigger a Spirit Qi storm.
Under the most ideal circumstances, the devil race's spirit tide would start with the Thousand Carp Park as the starting point. When the spirit energy storm was about to reach the second point, the Ice Feather Forest, the devil cultivators in the Ice Feather Forest would start the spirit energy storm at the same time.
And so on and so forth. With these layers stacked together, it was like a rocket being propelled forward. After the last seven stacks, the spiritual Qi storm became an unstoppable spiritual sea tide. It had a terrifying power and range that was hard for a human to block. It could be said to be the might of the heavens, bringing a fatal blow to a Middle Spirit Cultivator.
Of course, this was only an ideal situation. Even a Devil Cultivator could not guarantee that the Spirit Ocean Tide could be activated so smoothly.
It was just like how even if a rocket had gone through extremely careful calculations before it was launched, it would still inevitably encounter all kinds of accidents during the launch process. It was impossible for everything to go according to plan.
As for the human race, they had temporarily taken over the small world. Not only did they not have a deep understanding of the specific situation and arrangements, but they also did not have a cultivator who was proficient in the control of spiritual energy.
The Spirit Sea Tide that was formed in the end would definitely not be as powerful as it should have been, and this was something that could not be helped.
However, even though it was difficult to achieve the destructive blow that the Demons had originally expected, there was still hope for them to heavily injure the Demons' army.
Having something was better than having nothing.
However, the current problem was …
"Elder Gu, we can't control such a huge spiritual Qi storm at all. It's one thing that we can't guarantee its original power." The old cultivator had a troubled expression. "More importantly, we can't delay the rampaging of the spiritual Qi storm at all. The moment the formation is activated, the spiritual Qi storm will immediately erupt …"
Gu Yuan's expression turned cold.
This was like igniting an explosive. Usually, there would be a fuse.
The time the fuse would burn was used to give them time to react and hide in a safe area.
This was for the Devil Cultivators of the Spirit Race.
For the human race who had taken over in a hurry, this was equivalent to an explosive without a fuse. It would explode at the slightest touch.
What this meant was self-evident.
Gu Yuan fell silent.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded. "Do you know how my sect's Daoist Master Dawnstar died?"
The speaker was a middle-aged male cultivator with a square face.
He was a Ninth Ring cultivator from the Heavenly Star Magic Sect, one of the top five sects in Middle Spirit.
Daoist Master Dawnstar, who had died in Longcheng Pass, was from the Heavenly Star Magic Sect.
The Ninth Ring cultivator pointed in the direction of Longcheng Pass. "They faced the Demons' army head-on. They would rather die than retreat. They heavily injured the Demons' army with their self-detonation.
"There's an unspoken rule in the cultivation world. It's better to die than to self-detonate. Because once a cultivator self-detonates, not only will he cease to exist in this world, but he'll also have no next life.
"The Daoist Master Realm is above the Ninth Realm. How could he not understand this principle?"
.....
Li Si was bathed in blood. His chest was scarlet red, and it moved slightly with his heavy breathing. His hair band had fallen off at some point in time, and his withered hair was casually scattered. The pure white snow stained his hair like dandruff.
This old sword cultivator's hunched back straightened. Blood was flowing from his eyes and dripping down his aged face.
He charged forward against the wind and snow, leaving no trace behind as he stepped on the snow. He leaped up and slashed at the Red-Scaled Demon that was like a mountain.
The scene seemed to be frozen at this moment.
The Red-Scaled Demon, who was like an invincible general, frowned. He took a step forward, stretched out his left arm, and slapped Li Si's sword.
Li Si's body flew out like a kite with a broken string. But the moment he flew out, he flicked his sleeves. With two swishing sounds, two long swords flew out.
One of the swords was as clear as snow, and the other was as red as blood. Like a dragon emerging from the sea, they drew an arc and whistled through the wind as they shot towards his eyes that were not covered by scales.
This close-range attack turned out to be just a pretense. The real killing move was the two flying swords that pierced towards the Red-Scaled Demon's eyes.
The Red-Scaled Demon calmly raised his right hand and flicked away the two flying swords with his fingers. Accompanied by clanging sounds, sparks flew everywhere.
After Li Si landed, he slid back dozens of times before stabilizing himself. He raised his head and saw the Red-Scaled Demon's eyes full of undisguised ridicule. He was quite disdainful of his move.
In the next moment, the Red-Scaled Demon took the initiative to charge forward. The rumbling sound was like that of an ancient vicious beast charging forward. The momentum was like that of ten thousand cavalry. Using his palm as a fist, he struck out like a sledgehammer.
Li Si jumped up and met the attack with his sword.
His figure had just risen when his figure fell, falling into the thick snow.
The wind and snow grew stronger, causing the snow to be several feet thick.
After Li Si was blasted into the snow by this punch, his figure disappeared without a trace.
The Red-Scaled Demon laughed ruthlessly. His feet heavily stepped on the snow, trying to crush Li Si like he was an ant.
Li Si continuously shuttled back and forth under the snow, like a slippery loach, avoiding the Red-Scaled Demon's pursuit.
Snow flew in all directions, filling the sky.
Finally, the Red-Scaled Demon did not plan to waste any more time.
He had lost his patience.
As a result, the Red-Scaled Demon's bright red scales glowed brightly, as if they were burning flames.
Then, he heavily stomped on the ground.
With the Red-Scaled Demon's feet as the center, snowflakes followed his path and exploded. The rumbling sound was like a thunderstorm, spreading into the depths of the forest.
If you don't show yourself, then I'll force you to show yourself!
Li Si finally revealed himself, leaping out from somewhere in the snow.
His body was covered in pure white snowflakes, rustling down.
Although Li Si looked like he was dancing on the edge of a blade, in extreme danger, with his life hanging by a thread, his heart was like still water, incomparably calm.
Since the beginning of the battle, he had been doing one thing.
Nurturing power.
Nurturing sword power.
The so-called nurturing power, to a sword cultivator, was to close the sheath and nurture the sword.
This was the so-called ten years of sharpening a sword.
But Li Si took a different path, learning a move called nurturing power.
Every sword did not emit sword qi, but instead, it was stored within the sword body. With each sword stacked, the more swords were drawn, the more powerful the sword qi in the sword body was, until it could not be nurtured anymore.
At this moment, the sword qi in Li Si's hand was like a tornado, like a blizzard, like an evil dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
His body cut through the snow, the sword in his hand pointed straight at the Red-Scaled Demon.
The sword qi was like a flood, pouring out in torrents, suddenly sweeping in front of the Red-Scaled Demon.
The Sword Qi that blotted out the sky and covered the earth dispersed all the flying snow.
Not to mention the lethality, for a realm five sword cultivator to be able to unleash such a powerful sword, it was enough to make people gasp in admiration.
The sixth grade Red-Scaled Demon's ferocious eyes showed a serious expression for the first time. Red light gathered in his left hand, and he punched towards the vast sword qi.
Clang clang clang.
Sparks flew, clanging sounds rang out.
His footsteps were constantly retreating, his body swaying, but the sword qi in front of him was endless, without any intention of stopping.
The Red-Scaled Demon's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly punched out with his right fist.
His body was once again forced back dozens of zhang, and the overflowing sword qi continuously bombarded his body, causing clanging sounds to ring out.
In the blink of an eye, it was a hundred clangs.
The Red-Scaled Demon continuously punched out.
Bright red blood gradually seeped out of the flesh covered in scales.
Boom!
Rivers would dry up, and heaven and earth would come to an end. The sword qi nurtured by Li Si's Hundred Swords was finally exhausted.
This old sword cultivator who was nearing the end of his lifespan and didn't have many years left to live, his hands drooped down weakly, and his eyes shot forward like sword rays.
There, the Red-Scaled Demon's scales were overturned, and there were countless white marks. His body was constantly swaying, and he looked like he would fall at any time.
But he didn't fall in the end.
Li Si let out a long breath, and felt a little regretful.
"In the end, I still can't do it …"
Although it was already very impressive for him to heavily injure a sixth grade Red-Scaled Demon with his realm five cultivation, it was a pity that he was only heavily injured and not killed.
A realm five killing a sixth grade was definitely not as simple as one would imagine.
So, the next one to die was him.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered the story of the Sword Sect's young master defeating a realm six on the Tianji Yellow Rankings a few years ago.
"Truly impressive. If this old man was even half as good as him, I would be able to kill this demon bastard today," he muttered, and then remembered that dirty little face.
"Lass, live on …"
It had to be said that there was still some regret and reluctance.
The Red-Scaled Demon steadied his swaying body, but he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
Anger rose from his heart, and he raised his fist and punched at Li Si.
Li Si calmly closed his eyes.
Li Si didn't die.
Because there was a clap of thunder exploding in his ears.
He hurriedly opened his eyes.
That was a rarely seen cold sword strike from Li Si, and the sword light was peerlessly domineering.
The Red-Scaled Demon showed a panicked expression, and shook his fist, trying to block this flying sword.
But it was futile.
His incomparably huge fist instantly exploded under the sword light that was as thin as starlight.
The sword light followed the Red-Scaled Demon's arm and continued forward, ignoring the hard and thick scales, and inching forward inch by inch.
The Red-Scaled Demon's body was destroyed inch by inch.
A moment later.
A cloud of bloody mist exploded.
The Red-Scaled Demon that was almost invincible to Li Si was destroyed with a single strike.
The "general" who was wearing bright red armor that resembled flames had already disappeared, leaving only a blazing red sword radiance that was drifting about.
Li Si calmed himself down, and in the blink of an eye, two men appeared in front of him.
One was incomparably handsome, while the other was much more ordinary, but their bearings were extraordinary.
Lu Qingshan, Mo Yan.
Lu Qingshan, who was originally focused on hurrying along, searching for the source of the fluctuations sensed by the green snake, sensed the fluctuations here from afar. He heard the sound and came just in time to see that final scene.
"What is the name of your last sword strike? Where did it come from? Where did you learn it? " Lu Qingshan's mind moved, and he recalled the Dragonsparrow back into his body. He looked at Li Si, who was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but ask.
After seeing Li Qiubai's sword, Xia Daoyun's sword, and Devil Sovereign Mang Cang's battle techniques, there were very few sword techniques that could make Lu Qingshan look at them in a different light.
Even Lu Qingshan himself didn't expect that he would be stunned by the sword technique of a sword cultivator whose cultivation was lower than his.
Li Si was stunned for a moment. He first cupped his fists slightly towards Lu Qingshan, and thanked him with a hoarse voice, "Thank you for saving my life. I, Li Si, will definitely remember this."
The aura of sword cultivators was too unique, so he immediately recognized the aura of someone similar, and knew that it was Lu Qingshan who had done it.
"As for this sword … This sword is called Moonslash. Where did you learn it? I, Old Man Li, am not a sect or sect, just a wandering cultivator. I didn't learn this sword from anyone, but this old man practiced it for fun. "Then, Li Si began to seriously answer Lu Qingshan's question.
"Good sword," Lu Qingshan praised sincerely.
"I wouldn't dare. How can a sword that can't kill its enemy be called a good sword … Cough cough …" Li Si waved his hand and said. He coughed violently again, and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, imprinting it on the pure white snow like a wintersweet.
His face was bloodless, his footsteps staggered, and his aura was chaotic.
Lu Qingshan frowned, and pondered for a moment.
"Whoosh ~"
Before Li Si could even react, a faint blue sword light flashed and slashed towards him.
He was shocked.
Then, the sword light retracted.
A warm stream of air flowed out of his body and rapidly healed his injuries.
Li Si raised his head and looked at Lu Qingshan in a daze.
Lu Qingshan just slowly sheathed his sword.
River of Forgetfulness: Sword of Sky.
"Why are you here?" Lu Qingshan asked again.
Li Si hesitated for a moment, and then told him the whole story.
In the area occupied by demons, every human cultivator he met was a comrade, so there was nothing to hide.
"This again …" Lu Qingshan's eyes flickered slightly.
Along the way, Li Si was not the first human cultivator he met, and definitely would not be the last.
Most of these people were "old soldiers" who retired from Longcheng Pass.
Their cultivation bases were not high, and they could not fundamentally change anything.
In fact, Lu Qingshan did not know that according to later statistics, during the war between Middle Spirit Daoists and Demons, the cultivators who left their hometowns and rushed to the frontlines on their own accord numbered more than fifty thousand.
This group of old sword cultivators whose cultivation bases were not outstanding, and who were no longer young, should have been enjoying their old age in their hometowns, teaching their disciples. In the end, less than half of them returned to their hometowns to spend their old age peacefully.
The rest of the people were buried in this land forever.
There were no graves, no tombstones, only a long sword to accompany them in eternal rest.
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