Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 47: Tianshu Peak
clang!
A sword lotus suddenly bloomed with golden light.
"True immortal bloodline? No!" Kong Ling's panicked roar was instantly drowned out by a huge golden sword lotus.
The battlefield was completely silent. A figure stood in mid-air beside the golden lotus, his golden hair fluttering in the wind. His whole body was filled with energy that was like immortal golden light, steaming and flowing.
After the sea of blood dissipated, Qu Tai and the others floated to the surface as if from the ocean. The feeling of oppression disappeared briefly. However, the scene at this moment was even more stressful than the murderous pressure brought by the sea of blood just now.
"No. This Qiankun Sword Lotus can't do anything to Captain Kong." The young man said with a dry voice and his lips trembling unconsciously.
However, no response was received.
Wherever this golden sword lotus bloomed, the sharp aura it brought was enough to make one's eyes hurt just by looking at it. It was absolutely incomparable to the green sword lotus just now.
What's more, Kong Ling didn't make any sound at all.
Just now they were still calculating how many seconds Jiang Yu could live, and were still verbally bullying Jiang Yu, thinking that this was a battle without suspense.
It's like Jiang Yu is like a fool, trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm and hitting a rock with an egg.
What awaits him is not a battle, but a one-sided massacre.
But now, everyone was frozen in place, staring at the golden lotus.
As if expecting the golden lotus to suddenly explode like last time, Kong Ling took a majestic step forward.
The sword energy trembled slightly and began to sway.
The golden lotus was about to disperse, revealing a huge figure with blood flowing out of his body like a fountain.
It was Kong Ling. He was in a very miserable state, with wounds all over his body so deep that the bones could be seen, but he managed to hold on in the end.
Panting heavily, Kong Ling stared at Wang Chen with his bloodshot eyes.
Wang Chen raised his head, his golden hair fluttering, looked at him, and spoke softly.
"Do you still think you can escape this disaster today?"
"Jiang Yu!" Kong Ling yelled, he felt humiliated. Initially, he didn't take Wang Chen seriously at all, but in the end, Wang Chen dominated his life and humiliated him.
Wang Chen's palm flashed with golden light and he clenched it suddenly.
Clang! The golden sword lotus bloomed for the second time.
Two lotus flowers are in bloom.
Kong Ling's breath disappeared, and blood splattered on the spot!
"Captain Kong, how could we lose?" Qu Tai murmured. As Kong Ling's subordinate, he already had an unattainable worship of Kong Ling.
"Impossible, how could Jiang Yu be so strong?" Kuang Ming felt that he could not accept this reality and he was going crazy.
Because they have all experienced the fifth nirvana, they have a deeper understanding of the difference between the fifth nirvana and the seventh nirvana.
What's more, Kong Ling once killed a cultivator of the same level who had achieved Nirvana seven times. Even if his strength was not the best among the cultivators who had achieved Nirvana seven times, he was definitely at the bottom.
Wang Chen turned around and walked towards the group of people.
No one dared to move.
Behind him, the sword lotus slowly disappeared, and a short, bloody, lifeless body fell weakly from the air.
Watching Wang Chen slowly approaching, the young man who looked like a scholar quietly leaned towards the crowd, but was deliberately pushed out by a cultivator next to him.
"Captain Jiang, this is our Meng Lang. We didn't know you were so strong. In the cultivation world, strength is respected." Qu Tai knelt down on the ground.
"Captain Jiang, please be magnanimous and don't bother with us. Please spare my life." Kuang Ming shouted.
Who cares about dignity when he can stay alive? As long as he survives, after he gets out, he will still be a genius who dominates the cultivation world and is worshipped wherever he goes.
The Jiang Yu in front of them made them unable to muster the slightest desire to resist.
"Captain Jiang, it's him! He is the one who instigated us." Someone acted indignant and kicked the cultivator dressed as a scholar hard, kicking him out.
The scholar had a look of panic on his face. He didn't even dare to raise his head. He knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and couldn't utter a word.
"And him!" The crowd began to pull and push, trying to push out the person who had once ridiculed Wang Chen.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, kicking someone when he is down, how ugly the scene before his eyes was. Wang Chen's face turned cold. He clearly remembered the faces of these people who relied on Kong Ling's presence just now, and he also knew that many of them had already intended to kill him.
A blue flame floated out.
No!
Some people screamed in panic. They recognized the beautiful flame and found it was actually the terrifying Qiankun Sword Lotus.
In an instant, they were submerged by a huge green lotus.
The cultivation level of this group of people is not even enough to bloom two lotus flowers.
"Leave you here to cry to Qi Tian?"
The sword lotus slowly dissipated, scattering body parts all over the ground. Only one person's face was pale, as if even flying in the air had consumed all his strength.
"Receiving and sending are based on the heart. Jiang Yu and I are not from the same world." Li Yun was sweating coldly and looked at Wang Chen in a trance as he walked away.
The only survivor was Li Yun, who had good intentions towards Wang Chen.
"These top-level genius cultivators are really not easy to deal with."
While flying in the air, Wang Chen was secretly shocked when he thought of the Bull Demon that Kong Ling had just transformed into, who could even create a sea of blood with his killing power.
Kong Ling is strong, but he is an extreme cultivator. His strengths are obvious, but his weaknesses are also obvious.
His slow speed was not even enough to deal with himself whose True Immortal bloodline was activated, and his huge size made it difficult for him to dodge large-scale killing spells. This all-consuming effect was the cause of his death.
It is estimated that among the vice-captains of the Seventh Nirvana, he is at the bottom.
But I gained a lot from this battle. At least I have a little understanding of how to use the power of killing.
While thinking, Wang Chen flew towards other mountains.
He didn't want to miss any of .
In half a day, he traveled between the peaks and collected a jade tree condensed from spiritual veins and a jade fruit from the place where the major spiritual veins converged. The terrifying spiritual power contained in them was enough to support him in refining the small bottle of ancient immortal's essence blood.
"What's so good about the Foundation Building Pill?"
"For the ancient immortals, building a perfect Taoist foundation is as easy as eating and drinking water. This kind of elixir sounds like a low-end product, and a group of people are fighting for it until they are bloody and dead." He was disdainful.
Flying in the sky, they arrived at another sacred peak.
However, when he saw the sacred peak in front of him, Wang Chen fell silent.
The Tianshu Peak of the former Qionghua Sect.
Legend has it that the Qionghua Mountain Protection Array is presided over by Tianshu Peak.
I don't know if it's because of this reason, but the top of Tianshu Peak has been flattened by someone, leaving only a smooth surface, making the originally highest main peak nearly half its height. Even so, the smooth area is endless.
If this was a sword, then he couldn't even imagine the realm of the cultivator who could use this sword technique.
"What exactly happened here? A war between gods?" He wondered as he flew downwards to look for the spiritual vein.
"Golden elixir?" At least in the process of his cognition, the first great cultivator he came into contact with, Li Tiannan, the leader of the Shura Sect, could not do this.
Thinking of this, the excitement he felt from defeating Kong Ling disappeared completely.
Flying all the way down, we finally found the location of the spiritual vein of Tianshu Peak under a cover of rocks.
Wang Chen was slightly stunned as he waved his hand to sweep away the rocks.
The spiritual energy in this cave is a little thin, not as thick as water in other spiritual veins.
Lean in and walk to the end.
Sure enough, the spiritual vein here has disappeared. I don’t know whether it was taken away by someone or it dried up on its own.
Standing on the smooth ground at the end, Wang Chen looked around with some disappointment, only to find that the smooth ground seemed to be engraved with something.
He leaned down and looked carefully.
The ground is made of a pile of translucent bluestone, covered with array patterns. After countless years, it is still as smooth as new.
Judging from the shape, this seems to be a teleportation array. Wang Chen frowned, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.
…
Teleportation array?!
Wang Chen was suddenly shocked when he reacted.
At this moment, all he could think about was the scene when he was inexplicably teleported to the Ice Palace of the Black Ice Demon Emperor. He could still vividly remember the scene where the two demons wanted to kill him and eat his meat.
"Verify, Qionghua Zhenzi, start the transmission." Why does this cold and ruthless voice sound so familiar?
Little banana!
whoosh.
Wang Chen's face looked extremely ugly. He only had time to curse before disappearing in the formation.
This time the transmission time is only a short moment.
An unfamiliar scene instantly switched before his eyes. Wang Chen felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. The heavy black iron sword, emitting green light, floated in front of him.
This was a closed and dark space where he couldn't see the surroundings clearly. Wang Chen even thought he was floating in the air.
In the silence and darkness, it seemed as if a beam of light fell from the sky and landed on a figure, making him look like the protagonist on the dark stage.
The man was sitting, and his robe was too loose and seemed ill-fitting.
But his face was blocked by a piece of bamboo slip, just like a scholar studying hard with both hands holding a book.
Who in the cultivation world still uses bamboo slips to read?
