Thousand Carp Garden.
Dozens of monks drawn from the Candle Dragon Palace and the Central Spirit flew in from the sky, approached this place, and landed.
At this time, there is a shining passage here.
"Go in and take a look," said Gu Yuan, the leading Candle Dragon Hall cultivator, "Inside is the small world that the Sword Sect informed us about."
As he spoke, Gu Yuan took the lead and stepped in, his figure instantly disappearing.
Seeing this, the others did not hesitate and hurriedly followed.
Virtual world.
A huge aura ball with no end in sight has been rotating for thousands of years.
The mixed spiritual energy was raging everywhere.
"The demons intended to accumulate spiritual energy through the small world and then cause a spiritual energy storm to severely damage us in one fell swoop. Fortunately, the Sword Sect discovered them and disrupted their plans." Gu Yuan said loudly.
"But this is not enough. The demons have spent thousands of years preparing to accumulate such a huge amount of spiritual energy. If we don't use it, it will be a waste. Why can't we fight back and make full use of the small world they prepared to launch a spiritual energy storm to turn around and hit them hard?"
"The Sword Sect's upper cultivators are not proficient in magic arrays, so they gave this task to us. We must not let the Sword Sect down."
"Yes!" everyone answered in unison.
Then, they began to use their respective strengths to carefully investigate the specific situation in the virtual world.
Half an hour later.
"Elder Gu, we have already found out the general situation..." After investigating the situation in the virtual world, an old monk from the Candle Dragon Hall with gray hair walked up to Gu Yuan and reported the details.
In order for the aura storm to be triggered, two conditions must be met.
One is a sufficiently abundant and diverse aura.
Therefore, the Huanling Demon Cultivator specially opened a small world and spent thousands of years to accumulate spiritual energy.
They got a great bargain here and just had to take over the small world directly, saving a thousand years of preparation time.
The second condition is that there needs to be enough power to trigger the creation of the spiritual energy storm.
For this purpose, the Huanling Sect specially arranged a large formation to release the spiritual energy in the small world and launch a spiritual energy storm.
The spiritual sea tide that the demon clan wants to cause, under the most ideal conditions, would be started from Qianli Garden. When the spiritual energy storm in Qianli Garden is about to sweep to the second point, Bingyu Forest, the demon cultivators in Bingyu Forest would then simultaneously start the spiritual energy storm.
And so on, layer upon layer, just like the multi-stage propulsion of a rocket.
After the last seven overlaps, the spiritual energy storm became an unstoppable spiritual sea tide, possessing a terrifying force and range that was beyond human control. It could truly be said to be the mighty power of heaven, which brought a fatal blow to the intermediate spiritual cultivator.
Of course, this is just an ideal situation. Even the Soul Purifying Demon Cultivator cannot guarantee that the Soul Sea Tide can be launched so smoothly.
Just like even if a rocket is carefully calculated before launch, various accidents are inevitable during the launch process, and it is impossible for everything to go as planned.
As for the human race, having temporarily taken over the small world, not only was they unable to gain a deep understanding of the specific situation and arrangements, they also had no cultivators proficient in manipulating and controlling spiritual energy.
The spiritual sea tide that finally formed was definitely far less powerful than it should be, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
However, although it is difficult to deal a devastating blow as the demons originally expected, there is still hope of inflicting heavy damage on the demon army.
Something is always better than nothing.
But now the problem is...
"Elder Gu, we simply cannot control such a huge spiritual energy storm in detail. It is one thing that we cannot guarantee the original power," the old monk said with an embarrassed expression, "but more importantly, we cannot delay the riot time of the spiritual energy storm even a little bit. As soon as the formation moves, the spiritual energy storm will erupt immediately..."
Gu Yuan's face turned cold.
This is like setting off explosives, which usually have a fuse.
The burning time of the fuse is used to give them time to react and hide in a safe area.
This is for the Huanling Demon Cultivator.
For the human race who took over in a hurry, it was like the explosives had no fuse and would explode at any touch.
What this means is self-evident.
Gu Yuan fell silent.
The atmosphere on the field was as heavy as ice.
"Do you know how our sect's Taoist Master Li Xing died?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.
The speaker was a middle-aged male cultivator with a square face.
He was a cultivator from the Tianchen Sect, one of the five top sects in Zhongling, Jiuhuan.
The Taoist Master Li Xing who died in Longcheng Pass was from their Tianchen Sect.
Jiuhuan pointed in the direction of Longcheng Pass, "Faced with the loss of Longcheng Pass, the Taoist master went to meet the demon army and would rather die than retreat, and used his self-explosion to severely damage the demon army."
"There is an unspoken rule in our cultivation world that one would rather die than self-destruct. Because once a cultivator self-destructs, not only will he cease to exist in this world, but he will also have no afterlife."
"This is something that all Qi-refining cultivators understand. Dao Lord level, above the ninth level, how can Dao Lord Li Xing not understand this truth?"
"Knowing this, why did he still do this?"
"It's been ten thousand years of cultivation. Are you tired of living?"
Jiuhuan's voice became increasingly cold, and his eyes were scorching as he looked at the monks of his own sect behind him.
Those people were all his fellow disciples, and at this moment they were looking up at him, as if they understood something.
So, he continued: "Nothing else, just to protect the inner spirit."
"If a great Taoist master is willing to self-destruct for the sake of the middle spirit, why should we, with our insignificant cultivation, be afraid of self-ignition?" Jiuhuan asked.
There was another moment of silence.
"It's just spontaneous combustion. It's the middle spirit, it's Tianchen." A cultivator from the Tianchen Fa Sect stepped forward and said calmly.
"We are willing to give it up!" After that, all the monks of Tianchen Fazong responded.
Jiuhuan sneered calmly, turned to look at Gu Yuan, clasped his fists and bowed, and said seriously: "Elder Gu, your sect has come all the way from the Western Regions to support Zhongling. On behalf of Zhongling, I, Tianchen Fazong, am deeply grateful."
"Now we have to make sacrifices. Since we are saving the middle-level spirits, the sacrifices should naturally be led by us, the middle-level spirit cultivators. The spiritual energy storm here will be triggered by us!"
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Minshan Mountain.
Li Zhou's body was covered in blood, his chest was scarlet, and it was slightly swelling with his heavy breathing.
His headband had fallen off at some point, and his dry hair was scattered randomly, with the white snow staining it like dandruff.
The old swordsman's hunched back was straightened, blood was flowing from his eyes and across his old face.
He rushed forward against the wind and snow, leaving no trace on the snow. He leaped up and slashed at the red-scaled demon that was as big as a mountain.
The picture seems to be frozen at this moment.
The red-scaled demon, with bright red scales on his armor and looking like an invincible general, frowned, took a step forward, stretched out his left arm, and slapped Li Si's sword.
Li Si's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, but at the moment of flying backwards, he flicked his sleeves, and with two whoosh sounds, two long swords flew out.
One sword's edge was as clear as snow, the other as red as blood. Like a dragon emerging from the sea, it drew an arc, accompanied by a whistling sound, and shot towards his eyes that were not covered by scales.
It turned out that this close combat sword was just a cover, the real killing move was the two flying swords that pierced the red-scaled demon's eyes.
The Red Scale Demon calmly raised his right hand, bent his fingers and flicked away the two flying swords, with a clanging sound and sparks flying.
After Li Si landed on the ground, he slid backwards for dozens of steps before he stabilized his body. He raised his head and saw that the Red Scale Demon's eyes were full of undisguised sarcasm, and he was quite disdainful of his moves.
The next moment, the Red Scale Demon took the initiative to rush forward. The rumbling sound was like an ancient ferocious beast charging, and the momentum was like thousands of cavalrymen on the battlefield. It used its palms as fists and bashed out like hammers.
Li Si jumped up and met the attack with sword.
As soon as he stood up, he fell down into the thick snow.
The wind and snow became stronger, causing the snow to be several feet thick.
After being knocked into the snow by this punch, Li Si disappeared without a trace.
The Red Scale Demon laughed violently and stomped heavily on the snow, trying to crush Li Si with one foot like he was crushing an ant.
Li Si kept moving back and forth under the snow, dodging the Red Scale Demon's pursuit like a slippery loach.
Snow was flying everywhere, dancing in the sky.
Finally, the Red Scale Demon no longer planned to waste time.
He lost his patience.
Then, the red scales all over the red-scaled demon shone brightly, burning like flames.
Then he stomped heavily on the ground.
With the footsteps of the Red Scale Demon as the center, clusters of snowflakes exploded one after another along the extension line, and the rumbling sound was like a thunderstorm, leading to the depths of the dense forest.
If you don't show up, I will force you to show up!
Li Si finally showed up and jumped out from somewhere in the snow.
He was covered in white snowflakes, which were falling down.
Although Li Si seemed to be dancing on the edge of a knife and was in great danger with his life hanging by a thread, in fact, his heart was as calm as still water and he was extremely cool.
He has been doing one thing since the beginning of the battle.
Build up momentum.
Cultivate sword power.
The so-called cultivation of strength, for sword practitioners, usually means keeping the sword in the sheath.
This is what is called ten years of hard work.
But Li Si took a different approach and learned a move to build up momentum while drawing the sword.
Every time the sword is drawn, no sword energy is released, but it is contained in the sword body. As the swords are stacked one after another, the more swords are drawn, the more powerful the sword energy in the sword body becomes, until there is no more sword energy to be contained.
At this moment, the sword in Li Si's hand was as powerful as the wind, as heavy snow, and as fierce as a vicious dragon with bared fangs and claws.
His body cut through the flying snow, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the Red Scale Demon.
The sword energy poured out like a flood filling a lake, and suddenly swept before the eyes of the Red Scale Demon.
The overwhelming sword energy dispersed all the flying snow.
Not to mention the lethality, the fact that a fifth-level swordsman can deliver such a majestic sword strike is enough to make people applaud.
For the first time, a serious look flashed in the ferocious eyes of the sixth-rank red-scaled demon. He gathered red light in his left hand and punched towards the mighty sword energy.
Ding ding ding.
Sparks flew and clanging sounds were heard.
His footsteps were constantly retreating and his body was shaking, but the sword energy in front of him was endless and showed no sign of stopping.
The Red Scale Demon's expression changed drastically, and he immediately punched out with his right fist again.
His figure was once again forced back dozens of feet, during which time the overflowing sword energy continued to bombard his body, making a series of clanging sounds.
In the blink of an eye there are hundreds of sounds.
The red-scaled demon kept punching.
Bright red blood gradually seeped out of the scale-covered body.
boom!
Rivers will dry up, the sky and the earth will end, and the sword energy cultivated by Li Sibaijian was finally exhausted.
The old swordsman, who was approaching his birthday and didn't have many years left to live, let his hands hang limply, his eyes shooting forward like sword beams.
There, the red-scaled demon's scales were all over its body, leaving countless white marks, and its body was shaking constantly, as if it was about to fall down at any time.
But he didn't fall down after all.
Li Si let out a long sigh, feeling a little regretful.
"I still can't do it..."
Although it was already quite remarkable that he was able to severely injure the sixth-grade red-scaled demon with his fifth-level cultivation.
What a pity... in the end he was only seriously injured and not killed.
Killing a sixth-grade being in the fifth realm is definitely not as easy as one might imagine.
So, he will be the next to die.
Somehow, he suddenly remembered the story he had seen on the Yellow List of the Tianji List a few years ago about the contemporary Sword Sect's young master who rose from the fourth realm to defeat the sixth realm.
"What an incredible young swordsman! If I could be half as good as him, I could have killed this devil today ." He murmured, and then thought of that dirty little face again.
"Girl, live well..."
I have to say, I still feel a little regretful and reluctant.
On the other side, the Red Scale Demon stabilized his shaking body, but he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
Furious, he raised his fist and punched Li Si.
Li Si closed his eyes calmly.
Li Si is not dead.
Because a thunder exploded in his ears.
He quickly opened his eyes.
It was a rare sharp sword strike by Li Si in his life, and the sword light was extremely domineering.
The Red Scale Demon showed a panicked look and shook his fist, trying to stop the flying sword.
But it was in vain.
His huge fist instantly shattered under the sword light as thin as starlight.
The sword light continued forward along the red-scaled demon's arm, ignoring the hard and thick scales, and advanced inch by inch.
The red-scaled demon's body was destroyed inch by inch.
A moment.
A cloud of blood mist exploded.
The red-scaled demon that was almost invincible to Li Si was destroyed with just one sword.
The "general" wearing the bright red armor that looked like flames had disappeared, leaving only a blazing red sword light wandering around.
Li Si calmed himself down, and in the blink of an eye, two men appeared in front of him.
One is extremely handsome, while the other is quite ordinary, but both have extraordinary demeanor.
Lu Qingshan, Mo Yan.
Lu Qingshan, who was originally concentrating on his journey and tracing the source of the vibrations sensed by the green snake, sensed the vibrations here from afar and came here after hearing the sound. He just happened to see the last scene.
"What's the name of your last sword? Where did it come from? Where did you learn it?" Lu Qingshan's mind moved, and he took the Dragon Bird into his body. He looked at Li Si, whose mouth was still bleeding, and couldn't help but ask.
After seeing Li Qiubai's sword, Xia Daoyun's sword, and the fighting methods of Demon Lord Mangcang, to this day, there are very few sword skills that Lu Qingshan looks at differently.
Even Lu Qingshan himself did not expect that he would be amazed by the sword skills displayed by a sword cultivator whose cultivation level was lower than his.
"Thank you both for saving my life. Li Si will always remember it in my heart." Li Si was stunned for a moment, then he slightly clasped his fists towards Lu Qingshan and expressed his gratitude in a hoarse voice.
The sword cultivator's temperament was too unique, so he recognized the same aura at once and knew that it was Lu Qingshan who did it.
"As for this sword... this sword is called Yue Zhan. Where did you learn it from? I, Old Li, have no sect or school. I am just a casual cultivator. I have no way of learning this sword. I just practiced it for fun." Then, Li Si began to respond seriously to what Lu Qingshan had just asked.
This is Yuezhan, Li Si’s sword.
"Good sword." Lu Qingshan praised sincerely.
“I dare not. How can I call a sword skill good if it cannot kill the enemy... cough cough..." Li Si waved his hands and coughed violently twice, unable to control himself and spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground.
It looks like a wintersweet printed on the white snow.
After spitting out the blood, Li Si's face turned pale, his steps staggered, and his breathing was disordered.
Lu Qingshan frowned and pondered for a moment.
Wow~
Before Li Si could react, a dark blue sword light flashed and slashed towards him.
He was horrified.
Then the sword light converged.
A warm current grew from his body, quickly healing his injuries.
Li Si looked up at Lu Qingshan in surprise.
Lu Qingshan just slowly put away his sword.
Wangchuan: The sword of the blue sky.
"Why are you here?" Lu Qingshan asked again.
Li Si hesitated for a moment, and then told the whole situation.
In the demon-occupied area, every human cultivator encountered is a comrade-in-arms, so there is nothing to hide.
"It's like this again..." Lu Qingshan's eyes flickered slightly.
Along the way, Li Si was not the first human cultivator he met, and he would definitely not be the last.
Most of these people are "old soldiers" who retired from Longcheng Pass.
Their cultivation is not high and they cannot change anything fundamentally.
They were few in number and could not fight against the main force of the demons, so they could only fight on their own.
However, without them, the situation would be much more tragic.
In fact, Lu Qingshan didn't know that according to later statistics, in the battle between Zhongling Dao and Demon, there were more than 50,000 cultivators who left their hometowns and rushed to the front line spontaneously, including the sword cultivators alone.
This group of old sword cultivators, who were not very skilled and were no longer young, should have been enjoying their retirement in their hometown and teaching their disciples. However, less than half of them were able to return to their hometown to spend their old age in peace.
The rest of the people were buried forever on this land.
There is no grave, no tombstone, only a long sword to accompany him in his eternal resting place.