Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 276 Group Cultivation
At the moment when the black light curtain appeared, a golden sword slashed on it. With a "bo" sound, the seemingly thick light curtain was punctured like a bubble. The sword slashed on the shield again with undiminished momentum. Without exception, the shield emitting black light was cut in half without any resistance.

At this time, the black-robed old man who had retreated to a distance of seventy or eighty feet saw Nie Zhaonan standing with a sword in his hand, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes. The two defenses he released successively, any one of them could easily withstand an attack from a cultivator of the same level, and the seemingly inconspicuous black shield was his most powerful defensive treasure. Unexpectedly, they were all broken by a clean slash.

Looking at the shield fragments falling downwards, the old man in black robe showed a look of pain on his face, but he quickly shifted his gaze away to the golden sword in Nie Zhaonan's hand.

"What a sharp sword!" The old man in black robe was shocked.

As the sound fell, the field became silent for a moment. Only the faint breathing of the old man in black robe could be heard, while the others were all concentrating.

"How can this person use the Thunder Escape Technique to teleport over fifty feet away? Can't the Thunder Escape Technique only teleport thirty to forty feet away at a time?" Xuan Lingzi, who had already flown into the sky and was on the giant sword, couldn't help but think to himself.

The old man in black robe was also very confused. As a late-stage cultivator, his knowledge was naturally not weak. He naturally knew the characteristics of the Thunder Escape technique. He could move instantly like a Nascent Soul leaving the body, but the moving distance was only thirty or forty feet. So he deliberately kept a distance from Nie Zhaonan. He never thought that the distance of the Thunder Escape performed by Nie Zhaonan exceeded the limit of forty feet.

Just when the two of them stopped moving, Nie Zhaonan, holding the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword, suddenly flapped his wings behind him, and with a loud bang, his figure disappeared from the spot again.

The next moment, Nie Zhaonan's figure appeared again silently in front of the old man in black robe.

"Not good!" The old man in black robe knew very well that Nie Zhaonan could teleport around him next time, up and down, left and right, in front of and behind him, or even anywhere else.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Lingzi, help me!" the old man in black robe shouted.

"The sword turns into thousands!" Xuan Lingzi's ethereal voice resounded through the sky.

As the voice came out, the giant sword in the sky suddenly broke apart and turned into countless snow-white flying swords. After it split into two, it formed two sword dragons that protected him and the old man in black robe.

Seeing the flying sword, the middle-aged Taoist priest and the old man in black robe felt relieved.

But the next moment, golden sword lotuses emerged from the sword dragon. As the sword lotuses slowly turned, snow-white flying swords collided with them.

But as soon as the two came into contact, the flying sword was instantly cut into snowflake-like pieces by the sword lotus, while the golden sword lotus was still slowly turning.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the old man in black robe felt as if he was scared to death. He pulled off the storage bag from his waist and opened it. Ancient treasures, long swords, ancient halberds, and giant axes were taken out one after another by the old man in black robe and hit Jian Lian hard.

The snow-white swords flying around seemed to have a target and rushed towards the sword lotus.

At this moment, a human figure with wings on its back emerged from the sword lotus.

He raised his hand and slashed with the sword. Both the snow-white sword and the long knife were destroyed with one blow.

With another strike, the ancient halberd was broken in half, and with another strike, the giant axe was also cut into two pieces.
Every time Nie Zhaonan casually swung his sword, an ancient treasure would be destroyed without any exception.

In just a moment, dozens of swords were chopped down, and the fragments of the treasure below had fallen to the ground.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, please stop!" Xuan Lingzi's voice came from above.

After destroying the last ancient treasure, a golden light flashed in Nie Zhaonan's hand, and he put away the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword.

Putting the empty storage bag back on his waist, the old man in black robe silently turned into a flash of black light and escaped to Xuan Lingzi's side.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, let's forget about this matter now. We two will take our leave now." After Xuan Lingzi clasped his fists, he flew away in the direction he came from without hesitation, and his speed seemed to be even faster than when he came here.

The old man in black robe hurriedly caught up, his speed no slower than Xuan Lingzi.

Seeing the two men's dejected figures completely disappear in the distant sky, Liang Yu finally came back to his senses from his shock and said, "Fellow Daoist Nie's magical powers are truly amazing!"

"It's nothing, I just rely on my lightning escape and powerful magic weapons." Nie Zhaonan retracted the green lightning wings behind him and said modestly without caring.

Liang Yu nodded. Xuan Lingzi and Fellow Daoist Wei had not yet fully exerted their magical powers when they were shocked by Nie Zhaonan's ability to destroy a sword item with one sword. So they turned around and left, unwilling to get entangled with him any further.

Liang Yu glanced at Nie Zhaonan obscurely. No cultivator would be willing to fight such a "brutal" opponent. After all, the best result after a battle would be like Wei Daoyou from the Heavenly Demon Sect, where all the treasures on his body were destroyed.

"Friend Ling, Friend Wen, what are your plans next?" Nie Zhaonan looked at the couple, whose complexion had improved a little, and asked.

"With the help of Fellow Daoist Nie's elixir, our strength will be restored to a large extent in a few days, and we will have no problem dealing with cultivators of the same level." Looking at the fragments of ancient treasures on the ground, Ling Xiaofeng said loudly, his tone extremely cheerful.

The effect of the elixir that Nie Zhaonan gave him was better than he had imagined. While on the road, he refined the elixir to recover from his injuries. By the time he reached the seal, his recovered strength was enough.

At the same time, he looked at Nie Zhaonan with more and more satisfaction. Not only did he vent the anger of the couple, but he also had greater confidence in competing for the Divine Sand of Creation.

"In this case, let's set off without further delay." Nie Zhaonan said without any hesitation.

No one objected. The sooner we arrived at the place where the Divine Sand of Creation was discovered, the better.

Seeing that no one had any intention to object, Nie Zhaonan was surrounded by spiritual light and headed in the direction where Xuan Lingzi and the other two had left.

The others followed without hesitation.

Because of the presence of Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing, the group's speed was naturally much slower than before.

Ling Yuling rode on the light of escape and kept close to Nie Zhaonan's side.

Looking at that reassuring face, Ling Yuling whispered, "Thank you, husband. If it weren't for you, my parents would have been doomed."

"Why should we be so polite to each other? If you really want to thank your husband, you should just do whatever I say from now on." Nie Zhaonan took Ling Yuling's hand and said in the same voice.

"Hmm~" Ling Yuling responded with her head down, a blush on her face.

She naturally understood the meaning of her husband's words, which was simply asking her to be more obedient at times.

On the other side, in the dim desert, an old man in black robe with a gloomy face was flying quickly with Xuan Lingzi.

Suddenly, the old man in black robe said, "Xuan Lingzi, don't you want to say anything?"

Hearing these dissatisfied words, Xuan Lingzi didn't care too much. He just coughed lightly and said, "Friend Wei, I am sorry for what you said." "I am sorry for what you said!" The old man in black robe was furious and said, "Xuan Lingzi, if it weren't for you, all my treasures wouldn't be destroyed."

"The fight is not decided by me alone. Can I tie you up by force if you don't want to?" Xuan Lingzi retorted.

Seeing the black-robed old man's face becoming more and more ugly, Xuan Lingzi said again: "Who would have thought that a cultivator who has just advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage would have such a sharp magic weapon."

"This person is too vindictive. I was just a little arrogant, but he insisted on destroying all my ancient treasures before he would let me go." Thinking of his arrogant look just now, the old man in black robe regretted it deeply in his heart, but there was no sign of admitting his fault in his words.

"Aren't your natal magic weapon and the Heavenly Demon Mirror still there?" Xuan Lingzi suddenly said.

The old man in black robes asked with a gloomy face: "Xuan Lingzi, what do you mean? Do you want Wei's treasures to be destroyed before you are happy?"

After saying that, he immediately said loudly: "No, you have to compensate me."

"Compensation? If you want compensation, go ask fellow Taoist Qi Miao." Xuan Lingzi said without thinking.

With a glance, he saw that the bloodshot in the black-robed old man's eyes was getting bigger and bigger, and was about to turn his eyeballs blood red. Xuan Lingzi quickly changed his words and said, "Two hundred thousand spirit stones, no more."

"Four hundred thousand!"

"Three hundred thousand, no more. I, Xuan Lingzi, am not afraid of you."

"Okay!" the old man in black robe agreed.

Although he destroyed only top-tier ancient treasures, each of which was worth this amount, he also knew that it was impossible to get more spirit stones from Xuan Lingzi.

"Here you go!" Xuan Lingzi threw a storage bag to the old man in black robe.

The old man in black robe grabbed a handful of them in his hand, and after confirming that it was indeed 300,000, he put it away, and the bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded away.

"You little devil, just consider it as a charity from me, you poor creature," Xuan Lingzi thought happily in his heart.

Taiyi Sect and Tianmo Sect, one is the first sect of the righteous way of Dajin, and the other is the first sect of the demon way, so they are naturally opposed. Although he did not do it himself, Xuan Lingzi was naturally in a very good mood when he saw the black-robed old man's treasures being destroyed.

Southeast corner of the Yellow Wind Desert.

A monk holding a bowl in his left hand and a Zen staff in his right hand, and a white-robed monk whose face was obscured by silver haze, the two were looking at each other from a distance.

"Friend Yi Xitian, you are still so mysterious." A golden light flashed in the monk's eyes, but he still couldn't see his true face.

“It turns out to be Master Bi Yue from the Jinghuo Sect.” Yi Xitian said calmly, as if he had expected to meet Master Bi Yue here.

After greeting each other, the two stopped talking and just stood there, letting the yellow sand blow by. However, their eyes were wandering around each other, as if they wanted to see through the other's background.

It took the Buddhist Pure Fire Sect's Master Bi Yue only four hundred years to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage, while Yi Xitian, a casual cultivator, had already advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage many years ago.

Both of them are recognized in the Dajin immortal cultivation world as geniuses who appear only once in ten thousand years, and are also the ones most likely to advance to the Divine Transformation Stage.

Although the two did not interact much, they actually already regarded each other as their rival.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Master Bi Yue said, "Friend Yi, would you like to go together?"

Hearing this, Yi Xitian nodded and said, "It is a blessing to have a Zen master with me."

The two did not ask each other about their purpose, because they knew each other well that at this time, coming to the Yellow Wind Desert could only be for the opportunity to break through to the God Transformation stage and to create the Divine Sand.

Almost at the same time, spiritual light rose around the two of them, and they headed in the same direction, heading straight for the center of the desert.

In other places in the Yellow Wind Desert, rays of light streaked across the sky, some were travelling alone, some were in groups of three or five, but the one thing they had in common was that they were all heading towards the same destination.

A few days later, Xuan Lingzi and the old man in black robe returned to the seal in the center of the desert.

"Junior Brother Wei, what's the result?" Looking at the unhappy old man in black robe, True Man Qi Miao asked with a frown.

"I have failed Senior Brother Qi Miao's trust." The old man in black robe lowered his head.

Xuan Qingzi stopped attacking the seal, flew to the three people, looked at Xuan Lingzi and asked, "What's going on?"

Qi Miao Zhenren and Xuan Qingzi both looked very unhappy. How could they return empty-handed after chasing down two seriously injured monks of the same level?

Feeling that both of them were about to get angry, Xuan Lingzi and the old man in black robe complained in their hearts. Although they were also cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, they were far inferior to the two in front of them in terms of strength and status.

Xuan Lingzi explained with a wry smile: "Suddenly, a strange late Nascent Soul cultivator appeared. His surname is Nie. His magic power seems to have just advanced to the late stage. He is far inferior to the two of us, but he can perform the Thunder Escape Technique. The magic sword in his hand is extremely sharp. Even the top-level defensive ancient treasures will be destroyed as soon as they touch it. All of Fellow Daoist Wei's ancient treasures were destroyed because of this."

Xuan Lingzi slowly recounted the battle with Nie Zhaonan in detail, without any mistakes or omissions.

"According to Junior Brother Xuan Lingzi, this person was able to perform Thunder Escape, probably because he relied on the Green Winged Magical Weapon behind him. There's nothing much to say about the fact that he could teleport farther away. It could be the effect of the Green Winged Magical Weapon, or this person's lightning power is very strong." After hearing about the fight, Xuan Qingzi's face gradually regained its composure, and he spoke with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Being able to perform Thunder Escape and possessing such a sharp flying sword at the same time, he is indeed very strange and difficult to deal with." Qi Miao Zhenren also echoed.

"If this man had no intention to kill, we would have both died there." The old man in black robe said with some lingering fear.

In fact, he thought he had a good chance of escaping, but he exaggerated on purpose to avoid punishment.

Xuan Lingzi remained silent, as if he agreed with the old man in black robe.

"If these methods are not enough in front of us, Thunder Escape and sharp flying swords are not impossible to restrain." Qi Miao Zhenren snorted coldly.

"Haha, senior brother's 'Zi Mo Wang' has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and it can also strengthen space and block the effect. With this treasure in hand, no matter how capable he is, he will no longer be able to perform the Thunder Escape Technique and will be trapped like a turtle in a jar." The old man in black robe said with a big laugh.

(End of this chapter)