12dz 89. Xu Moting of the Shenxiao Sect is here.
89. Xu Moting of the Shenxiao Sect is here.
With just one sentence, he reversed the devastating situation. Deng Xuanzong smiled and waved his hand, unleashing a sword light that aimed straight at Situ Yuan.
Situ Yuan wasn't one for empty talk; he released layers of bloody light to defend himself while simultaneously using magic to counterattack, and the two engaged in a fierce battle in the air.
Whether it's a sword aura that misses its target or the aftershocks of a spell, anything that falls into the neighborhood will surely cause houses to collapse. Anyone who is accidentally touched or bumped into will be crippled, even if they don't die.
Xu Yan was terrified and almost used the magic door to escape back to the real world on the spot.
This was the second time he had witnessed a battle between Golden Core cultivators, a scene that felt like a replay of the tragedy that had struck Cuizhou City.
Fortunately, Emperor Xuanzong did not want the Immortal Pavilion to be destroyed, so he fought and retreated, leading Situ Yuan away.
The two cultivators following behind Deng Xuanzong split into two groups: one stayed outside the formation to intercept the blood meteors that were hurtling towards it; the other went into the neighborhood to fight the demonic cultivators.
Deng Yubo could no longer care about Xu Yan. With a roar, he merged his body and sword into one and rushed into the battlefield, encircling a demonic cultivator. The two then displayed their respective skills and fought each other.
Xu Yan then realized that Deng Yubo had not used his full strength.
The two are evenly matched, both harboring hidden tricks.
At this moment, the Deng family has already sent out one Golden Core cultivator and three Foundation Establishment cultivators, along with several Foundation Establishment cultivators from outside who are besieging and killing the demonic cultivators.
Although the two sides were evenly matched in numbers, the Blood Demon Sect was well-prepared and coordinated perfectly; the Immortal Workshop, on the other hand, was caught off guard and had no coordination with each other.
Before long, the Blood Demon Sect injured two Foundation Establishment cultivators from outside, one of whom was even transformed into a blood shadow by the demonic cultivator and smashed into the protective array.
In no time, the great formation collapsed, and many people escaped the Immortal Market under the cover of the cultivators.
This place is different from Yuanji Immortal Workshop. It is a place where cultivators and mortals live together. Right now, even cultivators are having difficulty protecting themselves, let alone mortals who have no power to resist.
Xu Yan originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to leave, but before he could leave the Immortal Market, a sudden commotion broke out ahead, and a group of residents who were about to escape ran back in panic.
Upon closer inspection, they saw that seven or eight demonic cultivators had killed the escorting cultivators and were herding the fleeing villagers back like shepherds. If anyone was slow to move, they would immediately attack with swords, first taking their souls and then their blood.
No matter how much they begged for mercy, it was of no use.
For a time, there were pitiful cries and screams everywhere.
Xu Yan tightened his grip on the sword, and suddenly charged forward with a roar.
The demonic cultivators grinned and surrounded them, those in front brandishing swords and those behind pulling out talismans.
Xu Yan suddenly accelerated and unleashed a powerful strike, like splitting a mountain.
Seeing that Xu Yan had done it effortlessly, the demonic cultivator thought the tungsten steel heavy sword was just for show. He casually raised his hand to block, and with a soft bang, Xu Yan cleaved him and the sword in two.
The other demonic cultivators were stunned; this wasn't how the script was going to go!
Xu Yan pressed his advantage, sweeping his heavy sword across the ground.
The demonic cultivators hurriedly retreated, but one of them was a step too slow. The heavy sword slashed across the man's chest and abdomen, instantly cutting a wound about an inch deep, exposing his liver, intestines, spleen, and stomach.
Two fell in a single exchange, and the remaining Blood Demon Cult members' expressions changed drastically as they fled in panic.
Unexpectedly, Xu Yan did not pursue, but instead pointed at one of his fingers.
The demon cultivators couldn't help but wonder, could such a large sword fly?
Little did he expect that his heart would turn cold as he was pierced by the Inkfall Sword.
In a short while, Xu Yan killed all seven Qi Refining Realm demonic cultivators. Turning back to the stunned villagers, he whispered, "Let's go."
Everyone suddenly realized what was happening and fled.
Xu Yan was about to leave when an elderly man passing by suddenly bowed deeply and said, "Thank you so much, benefactor!"
"No need for formalities." Xu Yan raised his hand, and an invisible force supported the old man. "Run for your life!"
The old man had just left when another old woman came to thank him in person.
Then came the blacksmith, the scholar, the cook... and the woman with her child, who kowtowed from afar before hastily fleeing into the darkness.
Looking in other directions, many residents were driven back by the demonic cultivators, and the roads were littered with corpses, with cries, shouts, and pleas for mercy echoing everywhere.
In a daze, scenes of the fall of Cuizhou City resurfaced in my mind.
Xu Yan felt as if something had suddenly struck his heart. His grip on the sword tightened and loosened, and his feet, which were originally preparing to escape, seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to take a step.
He can simply walk away, but what about the villagers who are being hunted by the Blood Demon Cult? What will become of them?
Xu Yan knew he should leave, but he felt like there was a bone stuck in his chest, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He suddenly remembered Master Cheng's teachings: "The so-called Dao heart is the path you walk, the things you do, and the thoughts in your heart. It is why you cultivate, your original intention and vow in cultivation, and your belief, obsession, and enlightenment in the Dao!"
In summary, isn't it just about values and beliefs?
If he were to leave now, it would be contrary to the values he had cultivated since childhood, and would hinder his Dao heart; although staying would be dangerous, it would be in line with his values and his Dao heart!
If anyone were to hear his thoughts, they would surely mock him: "He's just a high-level Qi Refiner, where does his Dao Heart come from?"
But whether or not this thing exists is a matter of cultivation level?
It was his parents' admonitions, his teachers' teachings, and the constant influence he received that shaped him into who he is today!
Unique and irreplaceable.
Xu Yan's chest heaved violently, his blood boiling, but he suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile: "If I dared to write something like that in a novel, my readers would tear me apart!"
He ripped off his disguise, raised his tungsten steel heavy sword, crackling with electricity, and roared with the most furious fury he had ever displayed since the beginning of his journey: "Xu Moting of the Divine Firmament Sect is here! Who dares to fight me!"
The sound reverberated throughout the surrounding area, and all the young cultivators, regardless of whether they were friend or foe, turned to look.
The Divine Firmament Sect? Is it very famous?
Why are you yelling and screaming at this time? Do you want to die too slowly?
But the Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators all paled, and one of them shouted in a deep voice, "Go, kill him!"
Upon hearing this, a group of Blood Demon Cult members immediately rushed towards Xu Yan.
Xu Yan planted the heavy sword at his feet, knelt on one knee, and held the heavy sniper rifle horizontally. With a bang, a bolt of lightning from the sky shattered the demonic cultivator's head.
The Blood Demon Cult members all paled: What kind of trick is this?
The Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator's pupils constricted, and he roared hoarsely, "Charge! Charge!"
The Blood Demon Cult members dared not disobey the order. Some slapped talismans, while others cast spells. In an instant, golden, gray, black, and blood-red lights flashed all at once.
Xu Yan ignored the target, firing two shots if one wasn't enough, and three if two weren't enough. He kept firing until he killed the target.
Neither protective spells nor talismans could withstand the continuous strikes of the lightning spell. In just a short while, more than a dozen followers died tragically under the lightning.
Many Blood Demon cult members unleashed their spells, and several even stabbed nearby villagers to death on the spot, turning their blood into blood arrows that shot out.
There was even a Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator who made a move, smashing two Blood Shadow Meteors, forcing Xu Yan to put away his gun and dodge.
Once this round of spells ended, some followers rushed forward.
Xu Yan sheathed his heavy sniper rifle, slapped a fifth-tier golden armor talisman onto his body, and charged back fiercely, sword in hand: "Die, you bastard—"