Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 113 Mirror Flower Emptiness

A bolt of lightning struck down from the crack in the sky, quickly igniting a vast expanse of purple flames. Waves of energy pressed down upon it, shaking people's minds and making it difficult to breathe.

Through the barrier of flames, Xuanming looked at the phoenix tree fruit, a dark glint in his eyes. He circulated his spiritual power, covering his body with a thick layer of spiritual power armor, and then took flight!

boom--

The ancient sycamore tree swayed slightly, and an invisible force spread out.

Xuanming had a piece of bone jade on his chest, which emitted light and formed a ball of light that protected him inside. The airflow flowed from both sides of the ball of light toward Phoenix Terrace.

Ning Fusang raised her sleeve and set up a barrier. Turning her head to look at the crack behind her, she was almost thrown into the spacetime turbulence.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked ahead. Xuanming must still have some treasure on him, and perhaps she could persuade him to take a phoenix tree fruit.

Xie Taiting was observing.

He wanted to know if, besides the path of clearing the dungeon using the "Armor Map," he could use forceful means to seize the fruit of the Immortal Phoenix Tree.

Several gazes fell upon Xuanming. The disciples of the Ziyang Sect were filled with worry; what if Mingyue Sanren's disciple had died in the secret realm…

However, given Xuanming's strength, he was able to evacuate when the secret realm first showed signs of collapse.

He stayed because he coveted the fruit of the immortal parasol tree; if he dies, it will be because of his own greed.

The oppressive force of the restriction emanated in waves, causing many disciples with low cultivation levels to turn pale.

Xuanming raised his wrist, summoning a long spear and thrusting it towards the invisible barrier. He continuously stacked runes, and then a dazzling ball of light burst from the spear tip, followed by a thunderous roar that resounded through the sky.

Amidst the flames, a snow-white figure raised a hand and defused the massive explosion.

Wuchen's eyes sparkled: "Senior Brother!"

Kong Sheng glanced at where he was, raised his sleeve and waved it. Xuan Ming felt his body being restrained, and then he was carried away from the fire by Qing Feng.

He returned to Phoenix Terrace.

The little monk in the snow-white robe easily plucked a paulownia fruit.

What incredible strength!

But why was he completely unaware of this person?
At this moment, the ancient paulownia trees rustled, and several streaks of light fell from the Second Heaven Secret Realm.

Kong Sheng stopped what he was doing, performed a Buddhist salute, and said, "Esteemed benefactors, after the two days have merged, there are still many low-level cultivators in the secret realm. If we continue to fight, we may harm innocent people."

The woman dressed in silk and satin raised an eyebrow: "This has nothing to do with my Joyful Heaven. It was those sword cultivators who broke the boundary of the secret realm while fighting over the sword-nurturing gourd."

She also saw the immortal paulownia tree, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. Then, a long ribbon from her sleeve swept out, brushed against Kong Sheng's cheek, broke off the branch bearing the paulownia fruit, and brought it back to her hand.

Xuanming was stunned. Was this the difference between a cultivator at the ninth level and himself? Whether it was a monk from Kongyun Temple or a female cultivator from Huanxi Heaven, picking a phoenix tree fruit was as easy as taking something out of a bag.

Sword energy continued to fall from the sky, clearly indicating that the battle was still undecided.

The opening in the sky grew larger and larger, and a section of gourd vine was cut into countless pieces by the sword light. Only the pleasing-looking gourd on top remained intact despite the passing of swords and shadows.

The Sword-Nourishing Gourd!

I've only ever seen Ning Fusang in books.

There are many ways to nurture and cultivate a sword. One way is to nurture the sword in the dantian (lower abdomen) with spiritual energy. Another is to nurture the sword between the eyebrows with divine sense. Yet another is to soak the flying sword in a spiritual spring to enhance its luster, or to use a high-quality whetstone to sharpen its edge.

But none of these are as good as a sword-nurturing gourd.

The sword-nurturing gourd is a naturally occurring magical object. Nurturing a sword within it eliminates the need for various other complex sword-nurturing steps. Moreover, the flying sword nurtured in the gourd is both bright and gleaming, incomparably sharp, and capable of killing without leaving a trace.

For sword cultivators, this is definitely a good thing.

Xie Taiting understood why the battle in the Second Heaven was so intense. But where were their senior brothers and sisters from Lingyu Palace?

Just as Xie Taiting was thinking this, a phoenix swooped down. Before he could even see which senior brother's contracted spirit beast it was, the phoenix fell into a rift in the spatial turbulence and disappeared.

A cultivator in blue robes, barely managing to steady himself, met Xie Taiting's gaze. "Junior Brother Xie, the secret realm collapsed after the two days merged. Why are you still here?"

Xie Taiting quickly stood up and reminded him, "Senior brother, the fruit of the immortal parasol tree!"

The cultivator glanced around, casually cast a spell, and the bird feathers on the ground fluttered up and shot towards the branches of the paulownia tree, thus obtaining two paulownia fruits.

He kept one for himself and gave the other to Xie Taiting.

"Thank you so much, Senior Brother!" Xie Taiting was overjoyed.

The cultivator waved his hand lazily: "The secret realm has collapsed. Your cultivation level is too low. It's not suitable for you to stay here. You should leave quickly."

“If we don’t leave now, it will be too late…” He frowned, his tone suddenly changing, “It will be too late.”

Countless fragments of laws fell like a torrential downpour.

The cultivators tried their best to protect Xie Taiting, but they were somewhat powerless to do so.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. He could not sense the flow of his spiritual power, but the fragments of the laws did not fall on him.

"What kind of power is this?" Xie Taiting's heart was surging with emotions, and his face turned pale.

As the cultivator watched the fragments of the law gradually crumble, astonishment appeared in his eyes: "It's the ultimate move of Monk Kongsheng—Mirror Flower Emptiness."

"Don't worry, things will return to normal once Jinghua Kong disintegrates the fragments of the laws."

Hearing his senior brother say this, Xie Taiting felt much more at ease.

This spell was so powerful that it protected everyone.

It also restrained everyone.

Li Jinzhen found that she could not mobilize her spiritual power or break free from the restraints, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

She thought to herself, "Is this the Mirror Flower Void? What a powerful spell."

Li Jinzhen looked around and saw that he only saw Ning Fusang among the people from his own sect. He asked, "Junior Sister Ning, are the others in the sect alright?"

Ning Fusang briefly recounted the situation of the disciples of the Southern Star Sword Sect. He Jiaxiu, Min Qianyun, and others escorted the disciples with lower cultivation levels away, but they might not have already left the secret realm.

In addition, not everyone reached the Stone Palace; there were also disciples scattered throughout various corners of the secret realm.

The spatial turbulence swept away many people; perhaps some survived, but by then they were no longer within the territory of Lingzhou.

After answering Li Jinzhen's question, Ning Fusang asked her, "Senior Sister Jinzhen, what is the name of this spell cast by the monks of Kongyun Temple? Can it be broken?"

She doesn't like being so passive.

This feeling of being controlled by others was very unpleasant. Even though this spell was more stable than an indestructible defense, protecting her safety.

Li Jinzhen said, "This magic is Kong Sheng's ultimate move, called Mirror Flower Emptiness."

"This is the first time I've encountered this, so I have no idea how to solve it."

Ning Fusang sighed and had no choice but to communicate with Qianyuan in his sea of ​​consciousness. Qianyuan had lived for thousands of years and was very knowledgeable, so perhaps it knew the solution.

However, this hope was dashed. Qian Yuan said slowly, "In my time, such magic has not existed."

"Aren't there similar spells?" she asked, unwilling to give up.

(End of this chapter)