Driving Back the Enemy, Falling Stars
A flash of light appeared on the Bearing the Heavens Sword, but it seemed there was nothing there where it struck.
But when this sword fell, it seemed as if space itself had been torn apart in an instant.
The sword struck directly at the Devil Race's true form.
The Devil Race cultivator looked up at the Bearing the Heavens Sword falling towards him, his expression slightly hardening. Then he clasped his hands together and lifted it upwards.
It was as if they were trying to lift the giant sword up.
Fang Zelin ignored this scene and brought his sword down with a force that seemed to shake the heavens and earth.
The Devil Race cultivator was keen to test this Daoist Sect practitioner.
The Divine Ability the other party displayed just now was quite extraordinary, and they seemed to have a high level of cultivation.
He felt a little strange. Logically speaking, the fortune of the immortal sects had been taken away, so where did this cultivator with such high cultivation come from?
Could it be that instead of killing this immortal sect member with a single blow before, he was instead resurrected?
However, even if the other party has excellent cultivation and high aptitude, their cultivation level shouldn't be that high after their Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune has been taken away.
With this in mind, the Devil Race cultivator was full of confidence in taking this attack.
But as soon as the sword finally fell, his expression changed drastically in an instant.
The hands that had been trying to lift the sword in front of them were instantly shattered.
Upon seeing this, the Devil Race cultivator was immediately horrified; the power of this sword strike far exceeded his expectations.
No, I have to block this sword if I don't want to die by it.
Upon realizing this, the Devil Race cultivator cried out in alarm and anger, and with a swift movement, removed a skull from his own body.
The skull was extremely peculiar, its surface resembling neither jade nor gold.
It originally appeared to have a somewhat serene and pure aura, but under the influence of demonic energy, it instantly became ferocious and terrifying.
"Hehe, this is a magical Law Treasure crafted from the skull of you cultivators; its sharpness is certainly enough to block this sword!"
The Devil Race cultivator was now extremely confident. As he spoke, he summoned the skull in his hand and prepared to bite at the giant sword.
However, the giant sword above suddenly shifted its direction and did not continue to slash at him.
The Devil Race cultivator was taken aback upon seeing this, then burst into laughter, "So you've recognized this fellow cultivator and don't want me to kill you?"
"Are those Daoist Sect really idiots? They're about to die, why do they care about this skull?"
Upon seeing this, the Devil Race cultivator inwardly laughed wildly, thinking the other party was utterly idiotic.
He then decided to ignore them; they had let him go, but he wasn't going to let them go!
Since his sword strike missed, he would seize the opportunity to take down the man immediately!
Even now, thinking back to how that sword had almost landed on his head, he was still shaken.
In a fit of rage, he commanded the skull to bite at Fang Zelin.
However, in the next moment, he heard shouts coming from all directions.
As I looked to hear his question, I was suddenly startled.
Only then did he realize that the opponent's sword strike hadn't deliberately missed; it was aimed at the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune!
The Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune was originally locked away, allowing them to absorb and refine it to enhance their own cultivation.
However, at this moment, the sword strike was intended to break the formation that imprisoned the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune's fortune.
Upon witnessing this scene, countless powerful Devil Race immediately stepped forward to protect the great formation.
This is a priceless treasure of their Devil Race!
It is because of the existence of this treasure that the Devil Race can cultivate without worry, relying entirely on absorbing its fortune to cultivate.
Even those Devil Race who cannot get close to the formation can still boost their cultivation by relying on the slight aura emanating from it.
It is because of this fortune that they have achieved their current lifespan and cultivation level.
If this formation is broken by the enemy and their fortune escapes, their cultivation treasure will be completely lost.
With this thought in mind, how could these Devil Race remain neither alarmed nor enraged?
They have used this fortune to boost their cultivation for countless years, and they have long regarded it as their own treasure.
Seeing someone trying to take it only fueled his anger.
The Devil Race around immediately stepped forward to try and stop the giant sword.
However, the Bearing the Heavens Sword had been brewing its power for nearly a thousand years, and with the blessing of Fang Zelin's Dharma Form Heaven and Earth, it was truly awe-inspiring.
Even the Devil Race cultivator from before couldn't withstand the might of this sword strike, let alone these Devil Race juniors whose cultivation is clearly much weaker.
In the blink of an eye, the Devil Race who were near the sword fell were reduced to dust.
Upon witnessing this scene, the Devil Race cultivator was instantly enraged, but it was too late for him to stop it.
The treasure in his hand had already flown towards Fang Zelin, and at this moment it had already torn through space.
"If you dare to strike, I'll take your life!"
The Devil Race cultivator was now filled with ruthlessness.
Based on that one sword strike, he knew that if the sword were to fall, the formation would be completely unable to stop it.
It's inevitable that the opponent will break through our defenses.
The only thing he can do right now is to go straight for Fang Zelin and force him to abandon this attack and instead defend.
However, when he looked at Fang Zelin, the other party showed no intention of defending at all, and his sword was aimed directly at the location of the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune at the top of the mountain.
"This guy's risking his life! He's willing to give up his life to seize the very essence of this Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune!"
"Madmen, they're a bunch of fucking lunatics, just like those guys from tens of thousands of years ago!"
Seeing this scene before him, even the great Devil Race cultivator couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think back to tens of thousands of years ago when he was just a Xiao Xiao Devil Race descendant.
He witnessed firsthand the frenzied scene of those from the immortal sects battling his ancestors.
Those guys from the immortal sects are usually very polite and seem to be indifferent to worldly affairs, just focusing on their cultivation.
But who could have imagined that beneath that otherworldly and dignified appearance lay such a madman?
When they engage in a battle of wits, they disregard their own safety and lives!
I originally thought that since the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune had been taken away and so much time had passed, these guys should no longer be what they used to be.
But to my surprise, I've witnessed this scene again.
Fang Zelin's face was icy cold at this moment, and he ignored the flying skull.
Upon seeing the skull, Fang Zelin immediately recognized it as the remains of a fallen Daoist, which had been used to create this demonic creature.
Unfortunately, the bigger picture is more important right now, and we can't worry about this.
With the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune present, Fang Zelin even set aside the Devil Race cultivator at this moment.
The Bearing the Heavens Sword had been brewing its power for nearly a thousand years, and with the addition of his Divine Ability, it possessed the power of this sword.
After this strike, it will be difficult for him to use this technique again.
Therefore, Fang Zelin was extremely cautious about this sword strike.
He originally intended to kill this powerful Devil Race with a single strike.
Judging from the other party's cultivation level and social status, they are quite extraordinary.
If we could kill the opponent with a single sword strike, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the Devil Race.
However, once Fang Zelin saw where the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune, he immediately changed his mind.
After that first strike, it would take him a long time to prepare for another.
And since such a powerful figure has fallen, with the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune, perhaps countless Devil Race will be able to greatly increase their cultivation.
This sword strike might even cause the Devil Race to feel threatened, leading them to use magic to directly refine the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune.
After a moment's thought, Fang Zelin decided to seize the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune.
"Choke!"
The next moment, the sound of clashing swords rang out, and then Bearing the Heavens slashed at the great formation with his sword.
The formation shattered the instant the sword fell, and then a radiant glow began to emanate from the tip of the sword.
Upon seeing this, the Devil Race cultivator's eyes widened in fury. "You scoundrel, you're courting death!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the skull landed directly on the statue, biting it off. In an instant, a large chunk of the originally ethereal body was corrupted.
It's like a lesion merely clinging to this Dharma Idol.
And this black aura continues to spread.
However, this was not the end. The Devil Race cultivator was furious and pointed at the skull, casting Law Technique.
The skull, already attached to the Dharma Idol, opened its sinister mouth and suddenly spat out a burst of scarlet fire.
The crimson flames didn't linger in Sen Sen's mouth for a moment; the instant they were exhaled, they pierced through his massive body.
A mountain range behind the giant was completely leveled.
Countless people were stunned by what they saw.
If this body were a city behind it, tens of millions of people would have lost their lives instantly!
Countless demons trembled with fear upon witnessing this scene.
Such a battle between powerful beings would instantly reduce them to dust if it affected them even slightly.
Under the tense gaze of countless people, even that enormous body seemed to dim somewhat.
The Spiritual Qi that was originally flowing continuously has now slowed down considerably, like that of an old man in his twilight years.
Fang Zelin's face was ashen; he had suffered the same severe injury the moment the Dharma Idol was struck.
Fang Zelin held his breath and slowly sheathed the Bearing the Heavens Sword. The sharpness emanating from the Bearing the Heavens Sword sent chills down the spine of the Devil Race cultivator.
"The sword missed its mark last time, but this time it will surely strike again!"
Fang Zelin grabbed Bearing the Heavens and coldly addressed the Devil Race cultivator in front of him.
Hearing Fang Zelin's words, and seeing the Bearing the Heavens Sword humming incessantly, they realized that...
The Devil Race cultivator's heart skipped a beat; he felt that Fang Zelin must be seriously injured at the moment.
Just thinking about the other party's crazy behavior and the power of that sword strike made him want to back down.
Having finally cultivated to this level of cultivation, even if I were to risk my life to kill this immortal sect member in front of me, I would still perish.
Why let the other Devil Race benefit?
He's not one of those madmen from the immortal sects.
Thinking of this, the Devil Race cultivator snorted coldly, recalled his Law Treasure, and as he turned to leave, he directly cast a spell to erase the passage he had just passed through.
To avoid the opponent getting excited and slashing at you with their sword.
Seeing the Devil Race in front of him leave, Fang Zelin breathed a sigh of relief, then coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his enormous Dharma Idol began to disintegrate at that moment.
The Bearing the Heavens Sword also began to shrink at this moment, but at the point where it cleaved out, rays of light continuously flew out, followed by the cry of cranes and the soaring of auspicious clouds.
It was as if, in an instant, a fairyland had appeared out of thin air.
Fang Zelin could see it clearly and knew that after the great formation was broken, the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune also flew back.
However, behind this fairyland-like scene, countless stars appeared out of thin air in broad daylight, then streaked towards the distant horizon like shooting stars.
Fang Zelin was slightly taken aback by the scene before him, his expression becoming somewhat complicated.
He knew that this strange phenomenon was caused by the deaths of the disciples of Rising Tide Valley.
So many stars fell, over at Rising Tide Valley.
It seems many disciples have perished.
I wonder how Fellow Yunzi is doing.
Thinking of this, Fang Zelin coughed heavily a few more times, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
This Devil Race cultivator truly lived up to Devil Race reputation; that attack just now nearly killed him outright.
After taking a few deep breaths, Fang Zelin calmed down a bit.
"Immortal Master, are you alright?"
As soon as Fang Zelin landed, the white deer and other demons flew over immediately, looking at the immortal with anxious expressions.
In all the time I've followed the Immortal Master, this is the first time I've seen him like this.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
As Fang Zelin spoke, he took out a gourd and swallowed dozens of pills.
As Spiritual Qi once again filled his body, Fang Zelin dared not delay.
"You all stay here; I need to go and check on the other fellow cultivators."
After saying that, Fang Zelin rode Bearing the Heavens and flew away into the distance.
When the Immortal Sect Karmic Fortune returned, countless cultivators in the sects keenly sensed something amiss.
They felt that a trace of the Great Dao, which had been extremely difficult to reach in the past, was now inexplicably becoming clearer and more understandable.
That feeling, however, was extremely mysterious and extraordinary.
Meanwhile, the cranes inside the mountain gate seemed to sense something, and they all took flight and began to dance around the gate, as if celebrating some joyous occasion.
This unusual situation immediately attracted the attention of some cultivators who began to calculate with their fingers.
Yunzi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Devil Race finally retreat before Rising Tide Valley.
But when her eyes looked back and she saw corpses everywhere, and then saw the sun shining brightly in the sky and countless shooting stars falling into the air, she couldn't help but feel sorrow.
"Quickly check which other disciples need treatment, and save them quickly."
As Yunzi spoke, she struggled to her feet, "Open the treasure vault and take out all the pills and precious fruits for healing. Go quickly."
Upon hearing this, some of the less seriously injured disciples immediately responded and began searching for their fellow disciples who were still alive.
But when he turned the pages, he saw corpses laid out before him, and a wave of sorrow welled up in his heart.