Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 120: Tianshu Sword Slays Black Evil
"Your name is Jixuan. I wonder if you know Master Xuangu?" Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his sharp gaze was like a materialized cold knife, locking tightly on Jixuan.

His tone seemed casual, as if he was chatting casually, but each word was filled with deep meaning, floating slowly in this underground palace filled with a strong smell of blood.

When Jixuan heard this, his face, which had been trying to remain calm, froze instantly. His eyeballs shrank uncontrollably, and his whole body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.

His heart was filled with turmoil and he cried out in pain: How could this person know my unfortunate master, Master Xuan Gu?

This place is thousands of miles away from the places where those grudges and entanglements happened in the past. Logically, no one knows about that past.

In an instant, his mind raced with thoughts, countless ideas colliding and weighing like lightning, but he forced a calm expression on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his tone was as calm as a bottomless cold pond. He denied it flatly, "I have never heard of Master Xuan Gu, so of course I don't know him."

After saying that, he shook his head slightly in a pretentious manner. The action seemed nonchalant, but in fact he was trying to conceal his panic.

But Jixuan could never have imagined that there was a time traveler like Lin Fan in the world who knew his past experiences so well.

Lin Fan took in all of Ji Xuan's subtle reactions. Looking at his seemingly calm but slightly trembling hands and the panic that flashed across his eyes, he sneered in his heart: Humph, this test just now has revealed most of your secrets. It turns out that the leader of the Black Evil Sect is Ji Xuan who has taken over his body and rebuilt himself. I really didn't expect that.

"Since you don't know me, you can just go die." Lin Fan's voice was icy, without a trace of warmth. These words seemed to carry the biting cold wind of the cold winter, making everyone present shiver uncontrollably, a chill running from the soles of their feet straight up into their hearts.

As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, the spiritual energy around him surged like a surging tide, with an astonishing momentum.

Then, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out his life-saving magic weapon.

In an instant, a light so dazzling that it almost made it impossible to open one's eyes burst out.

A flying sword that was carefully forged from red gold burst out with a majestic momentum.

The flying sword has a slender and straight blade with smooth lines, and is densely engraved with golden runes.

The magical thing is that these runes seem to be alive, slowly moving along the spine of the sword, emitting a mysterious aura.

Lin Fan's expression was stern, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he made a sword gesture without hesitation.

In an instant, the Tianshu Sword, which was connected to his mind, seemed to be ignited with intelligence. After receiving instructions, it was surrounded by dazzling light, and the majestic power of the top magic weapon was released without reservation.

The originally quiet underground palace was filled with this powerful force. The air trembled and made a buzzing sound. The broken limbs, skeletons and other debris around were swept into the air by this invisible force, as if they were caught in a small storm.

Immediately afterwards, the Tianshu Sword turned into a dazzling sword light, with an unstoppable momentum, and stabbed towards Jixuan like a flash of lightning.

Wherever the sword light passed, the space seemed to be torn into a tiny crack, making a "sizzling" sound, as if the real space could not withstand this terrifying force.

Ji Xuan was shocked and angry when he saw this scene, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly with anger.

He could never have imagined that this arrogant Jindan stage cultivator would disregard his status at all and start fighting without giving him any chance to breathe.

At this critical moment, his survival instinct made him calm down instantly, and he moved as quickly as an agile cheetah.

He slapped the storage bag hard, and with a "crash" sound, several defensive magic weapons were poured out instantly.

He frantically yet expertly channeled his mana into each of these instruments, placing them before him. Nourished by his spiritual energy, they lit up with a variety of lights, red like fire, blue like ice, forming a seemingly solid defensive barrier that emitted a dazzling halo of multicolored light.

However, Ji Xuan knew that these defensive magic weapons were far from enough. He gritted his teeth, looked fierce, and took out a broken blade from the storage bag.

This broken blade may seem ordinary, but it is so dazzling that it is regarded as a treasure.

He just spurted out a mouthful of blood without hesitation, and the blood instantly merged into the broken blade.

Instantly, the broken blade glowed brightly, and an ancient and powerful aura permeated the air. It turned out that the broken blade was actually a fragment of a magical weapon. Although incomplete, it could unleash several times the power of the magical weapon when driven with all its might. Its power should not be underestimated.

The Tianshu Sword, carrying the power to destroy the world, collided with several defensive magic weapons.

In an instant, a deafening roar exploded. The sound was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to tear people's eardrums apart. It resonated back and forth in this closed underground palace, and the echo lasted for a long time, making people's heads buzz.

The gap between magic tools and magic treasures is like a natural chasm. Facing the fierce attack of the Tianshu Sword, a top-level magic weapon, those defensive magic tools are as fragile as paper.

In just a blink of an eye, they were chopped into pieces by the Tianshu Sword, turning into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

These fragments flew through the air, making a "whooshing" sound. Some pieces even penetrated directly into the surrounding walls, making a dull "puffing" sound, and left tiny traces on the walls.

Just as everyone was still recovering from the shock of the magic weapon being destroyed in an instant, the pitch-black broken blade had already rushed towards the Tianshu Sword.

On the broken blade, the extremely dazzling blood essence was still flowing slowly, emitting a strange aura, which mixed with the bloody smell around it, adding a bit of eeriness.

With a "swish" sound, it was like a piece of tattered cloth being torn apart by brute force, and the pitch-black broken blade was also vulnerable under the sharp edge of the Tianshu Sword.

The broken blade split into two, with uneven cross-sections and distortions caused by being crushed by a powerful force, like a dead tree that had been broken alive.

After the Tianshu Sword split the broken blade, it paused for a moment, and the sword body hummed, as if declaring victory. Then, it was wrapped in tremendous spiritual power and pounced towards Jixuan again at a speed so fast that people couldn't even blink.

Ji Xuan looked at this scene, and the blood color on his face faded instantly, leaving only a pale color, his eyes wide open, full of despair.

The gap in strength was as huge as a chasm, and with his cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, he could not cross it at all.

In the blink of an eye, the Tianshu Sword was already in front of Ji Xuan. With a flash of cold light, it pierced straight into his body with unstoppable force.

There was a dull and startling sound of "Puchi", just like a sharp blade cutting through ripe fruits.

The Tianshu Sword, carrying unparalleled spiritual power, cut Jixuan into two pieces without any hindrance.

His body was like being hit by a heavy hammer, his upper torso fell backward, blood gushed out from the broken part, the bright red liquid splashed and spilled uncontrollably, quickly gathering into a shocking pool of blood on the ground, mixed with dust and minced meat, emitting a strong and pungent fishy smell that filled the entire palace.

Lin Fan's face was stern. He stretched out his hand and waved it in the air. The storage bag on Jixuan's waist was pulled by an invisible big hand and flew into his palm with a "whoosh".

Lin Fan did not hesitate at all. His powerful spiritual sense was like a flexible gossamer, instantly reaching into the storage bag.

He soon found what he needed: a fragment of the Xuan Yin Sutra and a map that looked like a brocade handkerchief.

After confirming that everything was correct, Lin Fan put the storage bag into his arms and looked around.

The remaining Black Evil Cult members were still immersed in the great shock and fear of their leader's murder. They stood there, at a loss as to what to do.

A trace of determination flashed in Lin Fan's eyes, and the spiritual power in his body surged. In an instant, several sword energies burst out from his fingertips, like sharp blades, piercing the believers accurately.

"Puff puff puff", after a few muffled sounds, the Black Evil Cult members fell to the ground one after another, and blood flowed freely on the ground, blending with the previous bloody scene, and the ground became even more muddy.

Lin Fan did not linger for long. He raised his hand and a blazing fire burst out from his palm. The flame was dark blue and emitted a scorching heat. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire underground palace.

The fire spread rapidly, engulfing the broken limbs, rotten skeletons and bloody pools around it. The crackling sound of burning was endless, accompanied by a pungent burnt smell, which quickly spread and filled the entire space with this burnt smell.

Lin Fan looked at the sea of ​​fire with a calm expression. After a moment, he tapped the ground with his toes and rose from the ground like a ghost, walking away into the distance.

(End of this chapter)