Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 142 First Battle with Yuanying Stage

At the moment when the sound suddenly rang out, an extremely dazzling beam of light suddenly appeared in the distance. It was as fast as lightning and cut through the sky in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the escaping light entered the field of vision of Lin Fan and the Ghost Spirit Sect's Jindan cultivator. Then, in just a few breaths, it was already within reach.

After the light dissipated, a figure emerged. It was a middle-aged man in a black robe, approximately forty years old. His face was elegant, but his eyes and brows concealed a fierceness and majesty that had been honed over the years.

He exuded a terrifying Nascent Soul Stage pressure all over his body, like a towering mountain pressing down. The air around him instantly solidified, making it difficult for people to even breathe.

Lin Fan's gaze was fixed on the middle-aged man in front of him, his face filled with uncertainty as he blurted out, "Wang Tiangu, the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect?"

Wang Tiangu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and replied in a gentle voice: "It is I, my friend. I beg you to be merciful and release my child."

Lin Fan's expression was calm, as if the Nascent Soul Stage expert before him, who exuded a terrifying aura, was just an ordinary person. He said calmly, "Wang Chan is not here. I have placed him elsewhere. After all, the Ghost Spirit Sect is very powerful, and I am still worried, so I have to hold back."

Wang Tiangu's face instantly darkened like the sky before a storm, and he roared like thunderclaps: "Boy, you dare to play tricks on me! Good! Very good! You're courting death!"

After saying this, the Nascent Soul Stage pressure around him spread out uncontrollably, and the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed fiercely by an invisible giant hand, making a "sizzling" sound.

Then, he turned his head abruptly, his gaze like a knife, shooting straight at the Jindan stage cultivator beside him, and said in a cold voice: "You, go and bring Chan'er back to me immediately!"

"Yes!"

The Jindan stage cultivator was so shocked by the momentum that his whole body trembled. He hurriedly agreed without even daring to raise his head. He turned around and turned into a beam of light, flying quickly in the direction indicated by the jade slip.

After giving orders to his men, Wang Tiangu's gaze, which seemed to be real, instantly shot towards Lin Fan again. His eyes were filled with a coldness that seemed to be able to freeze the air.

He spoke slowly, emphasizing each word, each one swathed in an endless threat. "It would be best if my son were unharmed. If anything goes wrong, I will extract your soul and refine your spirit, using your spirit to light a lamp, leaving you wishing for neither life nor death!"

Lin Fan didn't show any fear when he heard this. He knew that in a real fight, he, a Jindan-stage cultivator, might not be a match for Wang Tiangu, who was at the Nascent Soul stage. But when it came to escaping and saving his life, he was quite confident.

With his current strength and the fact that he has many life-saving trump cards hidden, it is not impossible for him to escape unscathed when the moment of life and death comes.

Because of this, Wang Tiangu's menacing threats didn't sound like a real threat to him. He looked relaxed and nonchalant, as if he didn't take the Ghost Spirit Sect leader's harsh words to heart.

Not long after, in just a cup of tea, the Jindan stage cultivator returned in a hurry with a gust of wind. Wang Chan lay quietly in his arms, eyes closed, still in a coma.

Wang Tiangu was extremely anxious. He took a step forward with gentle but anxious movements. He took Wang Chan from the arms of the Jindan cultivator and carefully placed her on the ground.

He frowned, his expression solemn, and reached out to firmly grasp Wang Chan's wrist. The pure magic power flowed into Wang Chan's body through his fingertips like a trickle.

The magic power roamed around in Wang Chan's body to explore. After a while, there was a muffled "puff" sound, and the restrictions set up by Lin Fan in Wang Chan's body were broken.

Wang Chan's eyelids trembled slightly, her eyelashes quivered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

When he saw that the person in front of him was Wang Tiangu, he was stunned at first, then his face showed surprise, and he called out anxiously with a somewhat weak voice: "Father, why are you here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chan's eyes turned and he spotted Lin Fan not far away. In an instant, his eyes burned with anger and hatred, and he shouted loudly, "Father, it was him who captured me! Please bring him back to the Ghost Spirit Sect. I will personally deal with him and make him pay a heavy price for what happened today!"

Lin Fan's voice sounded at the right moment, neither humble nor arrogant: "Young Master Ling is safe and sound. Now, can I leave now?"

Wang Tiangu slowly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Lin Fan with a cold murderous intent. "You still want to escape unscathed today? Do you think we, the Ghost Spirit Sect, are soft persimmons to be bullied? You captured my son and demanded the treasure. How can I let you go so easily today?"

The Yuanying stage pressure around him rose again, the surrounding air shook violently, the sand and stones were rustled, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Your son was captured by me, and I used him in exchange for cultivation resources. This is only natural." Lin Fan responded calmly.

Wang Tiangu's face was as gloomy as iron, his eyes revealing an unquestionable majesty. He said coldly, "If you don't give a reasonable explanation today, you won't be able to escape unscathed. We in the Ghost Spirit Sect are not so easily blackmailed. We will not tolerate your reckless behavior!"

When Lin Fan heard this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "It seems that a big battle today is inevitable."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and the spiritual energy around him surged wildly, and the light became brighter.

Immediately afterwards, seven dazzling rays of light roared out from his body. They were his natal magic weapons - Tianshu Sword, Tianxuan Sword, Tianji Sword, Tianquan Sword, Yuheng Sword, Kaiyang Sword, and Yaoguang Sword.

Seven swords hovered in mid-air, their blades emitting an ancient yet powerful aura, their runes gleaming and their light flowing. They echoed each other, faintly forming a powerful sword formation.

A sarcastic sneer appeared on Wang Tiangu's face, his eyes full of disdain for Lin Fan, and he sneered: "You ignorant boy, you don't even know the gap between the Jindan stage and the Yuanying stage, which is like a chasm. You don't really think that a few magic weapons can make up for this gap in cultivation? Today, I will let you see the incredible magical powers of a Yuanying stage cultivator!" After that, Wang Tiangu suddenly shouted, and the ghost energy around him was like a surging black tide, surging wildly.

Then, he opened his mouth and spit out a magical weapon that exuded a ghostly aura - the "Nine Nether Ghost Scythe".

This Nine Nether Ghost Scythe has a strange shape and is made entirely of black bone. The blade is curved like a waning moon, flashing with a cold light. It is engraved with dense, twisted and hideous ghost patterns. There is a faint sound of shrill ghost cries coming from the runes, which is creepy.

Wang Tiangu pinched his fingers and the Nine Nether Ghost Scythe instantly shone brightly. The light was not a bright warm light, but a dim light that was chilling to the bone, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

The ghost patterns on the ghost sickle seemed to come alive, swirling and twisting, emitting waves of terrifying ghostly howls. It was wrapped in an overwhelming ghostly aura and rushed towards Lin Fan with the force of thunder.

Lin Fan pinched his sword formula, and the spiritual power around him surged. The seven swords - Tianshu Sword, Tianxuan Sword, ..., Yaoguang Sword, like summoned stars, instantly surrounded him, slowly rotating in a mysterious trajectory, and in the blink of an eye, they formed the Big Dipper Sword Formation.

As soon as the sword formation was completed, the spiritual power between the seven swords resonated, weaving together a large spiritual power net emitting brilliant starlight, protecting Lin Fan tightly.

Facing the Nine Nether Ghost Scythe that was whistling and carrying with it rolling ghost energy, the sword formation burst out with an even more dazzling light. That light was like the brightest star in the night sky, colliding violently with the ghost sickle's dim light.

For a moment, light overflowed, spiritual power raged, and the air was torn apart frantically by two powerful forces, making crackling sounds, as if it would be torn apart at any time.

Taking advantage of the stalemate between the two forces, Lin Fan's eyes flashed, and he quickly formed seals with his hands while muttering something.

The Tianshu Sword in the sword formation took the lead, transforming into a stream of light, carrying a sharp sword energy, and stabbed towards Wang Tiangu like lightning. Wherever the Tianshu Sword passed, the air was cut in half by the sword energy, leaving a thin vacuum zone.

At the same time, the other six swords in the sword formation were not idle either. They emitted sword energy one after another according to the movement rules of the Big Dipper. These sword energies crisscrossed like an impenetrable sword net, covering Wang Tiangu and trying to disrupt his rhythm.

Wang Tiangu's expression did not change in the face of Lin Fan's counterattack. He stretched out his left hand calmly and gently grabbed in the air. A ball of ghost energy as thick as ink instantly condensed in his palm.

This ball of ghost energy seemed to have life, constantly rolling and surging, blocking the stabbing Tianshu sword.

The ghost energy and sword energy corroded each other, making a "sizzling" sound, and flashes of black and silver light burst out, like a fierce confrontation between light and darkness.

While resisting the Tianshu Sword, Wang Tiangu made another hand gesture with his right hand, controlling the Nine Nether Ghost Scythe, bypassing the defense of the Big Dipper Sword Formation at a strange angle and heading straight for Lin Fan's throat.

The ghost sickle was extremely fast, and the ghost energy it brought was like a black lightning, instantly closing the distance with Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's pupils suddenly shrank as he felt an unprecedented crisis. Without time to think, he immediately recalled the Tianshu Sword to defend himself.

The Tianshu Sword transformed into a stream of silver light and instantly returned to his position, colliding with the Ghost Scythe with a deafening thud. The powerful impact sent Lin Fan retreating several steps, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood and energy in his body, and his hands quickly changed the magic formula to activate the sword formation's hidden killer move - the Seven Stars Combined into One.

In a flash, the seven swords burst out with dazzling light, and the spiritual connection between the swords became closer and closer. Deep in the sword formation, it seemed as if the power of the stars was slowly surging and flowing.

In the blink of an eye, the light of the seven swords merged with each other and condensed into a dazzling giant star sword, which slashed towards Wang Tiangu with endless power.

This giant star sword carried the tremendous power to destroy the world. It rushed at lightning speed and slashed down towards Wang Tiangu with great momentum.

Wherever it passed, the air was compressed to its limit, forming a clearly discernible cone-shaped air wave. Wherever the air wave passed, the solid rock instantly turned to gas, leaving only a series of charred marks, which was shocking.

When Wang Tiangu witnessed this scene, the expression on his face finally became serious.

His hands changed rapidly, and he quickly formed strange seals. The ghost energy around him seemed to be summoned, madly surging and gathering. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a huge ghost energy shield, protecting him tightly.

In an instant, the sword's light clashed violently with the ghostly shield. At that moment, the entire world seemed to have been paused, and all was silent.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.

The sound was like the shrill roar of the wronged souls in the Nine Nether Hell, or the angry roar of an ancient beast awakening from its slumber. It penetrated the eardrums and shook the soul.

"boom……"

The terrifying energy ripples spread out wildly in a circular shape with the collision point as the center.

Wherever the ripples reached, mountains collapsed like paper, the earth shook violently, towering ancient trees were uprooted, and in the raging wind, they instantly turned into fine wood chips and scattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)