Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 226 Kill!

In Yuanzhen's eyes, the power of the sword formation was like the collapse of the sky.

The three swords were unleashed simultaneously, their powerful sword energy transforming into the cold moonlight that poured forth from the full moon.

A sword rang out under the moon, a clear whistle.

The moment the moon's shadow fell, Yuanzhen's face turned deathly pale, and he hurriedly activated the Mingwang Gong in an attempt to protect himself.

The attack speed of this sword formation is simply too fast; there's no time to dodge!

However, the moment the golden light of Buddhist teachings covered the body, it was shattered by the surging sword energy.

The Buddhist inscriptions on the surface of the wooden alms bowl flashed repeatedly, but they also continued to crack under the impact of the sword energy.

Yuanzhen was in great turmoil. He gritted his teeth and finally produced a golden-red kasaya. With a wave of his hand, a burst of Buddhist light appeared.

The robe spun around him once and then disappeared, replaced by a golden barrier that resembled ripples on water.

The lonely moon finally set, crashing violently into the golden barrier.

The wooden alms bowl shattered and caved in with a bang. Yuanzhen felt a sweet taste in his throat, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered so far that he almost knelt on the ground.

Song Yan remained calm on the surface, but was somewhat surprised inside.

This was the first time since he learned the Ring Moon Sword Formation that he hadn't immediately killed his opponent.

"A top-grade magic weapon?"

The golden barrier around Yuanzhen, resembling ripples of water, swayed and seemed somewhat unstable, yet it was able to block most of Yue Luo's sword energy.

Song Yan had never seen such defensive capabilities in any other high-grade magic weapon.

Therefore, he guessed that it was a top-grade magic artifact.

However, his guess was wrong.

This protective cassock is a low-grade spiritual artifact.

Yuanzhen's magical power was rapidly depleted. With his current cultivation level of Qi Refining Perfection, it was extremely difficult for him to activate this low-grade spiritual artifact.

Even using this low-grade spiritual weapon to defend against the opponent's killing move was extremely difficult for him.

What exactly is going on……

How could there be such a person in the State of Chu?!
Meanwhile, on the other side, demonic energy surged around Zen Master. He raised his hands, and countless demonic energies gathered and condensed on his palms, transforming into a huge Zen staff over six feet long.

It was already clear that due to the crisis in his own body and his inner fear, his power was gradually declining.

However, there was nothing they could do, since he was just an avatar.

Due to the flaws in his demonic arts, the clone's intelligence was not high, but he knew that in order to save his main body, he had to kill this Qi Refining cultivator.

With immense pressure, a large staff came straight at Song Yan.

However, the white bone body's right hand, with its five jet-black fingers, had already grabbed one end of the staff.

The terrifying force, far exceeding that of Qi Refining, pushed the Dharma Body outward several feet.

At this moment, another large, skeletal hand appeared and grasped the other end of the staff.

Amidst the white bones, a solemn wind and thunder arose, pervading the entire body.

Suddenly, its head sank, smashing the demonic staff in half with a bang!
With a swift movement, he took the staff in his hands, one on the left and one on the right.

The Dharma body has no intelligence.

Its appearance was driven by only one thought.

"kill!"

It stepped forward, turned its broken staff in its left hand, and braced it against the neck of Yuanzhen Chan Shen.

Then, he grasped the other broken piece of the staff with his right hand and thrust it forcefully behind his waist.

puff.

The broken staff instantly pierced the clone's body.

"Uh……"

Yuanzhen's clone paused slightly.

A large amount of demonic energy flowed uncontrollably along the pierced wound, was absorbed into the palm of the Dharma Body, and transformed into new flesh and skin.

However, the momentum of the White Bone Dharma Body did not stop at all. With a loosening of its right hand, it changed its palm into a fist and punched the clone, causing it to stagger.

Before he could regain his footing, he passed the broken staff from his left hand to his right and hurled it at his clone.

Bang!
The severed staff firmly planted the clone in the ground.

The demonic clone was connected to the main body's mind and spirit, and at this moment it felt a tearing pain and fear.

Yuanzhen's mind was unstable, and the already unsustainable flow of magical power became chaotic in an instant.

With a flick of his finger, Song Yan unleashed a sharp sword energy that instantly shot out.

Without stable magical support, this sword essence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The robe was ripped open with a "rip" sound.

In desperation, Yuanzhen had no choice but to suppress the excruciating pain in his heart and mind, and use the last of his magical power to retreat rapidly by taking advantage of the shockwave from the tearing of his cassock.

However, after barely dodging the sword formation, endless fatigue and pain surged over him like a tide.

He staggered a few steps, but ultimately lost his balance and fell to the ground, looking somewhat dazed, as if he had given up all thought of resisting.

Song Yan's expression was indifferent.

Six sword shadows flowed out from the sword box, swirling and circling around Yuanzhen.

boom!
Just then, the demonic energy of the demonic clone suddenly surged and collided violently with Song Yan's physical body, as if they were about to fight to the death.

In its death throes, the clone became especially frenzied, its demonic flames exploding into a staff-like shadow that swept across the six directions, blasting away the main body before heading straight for Song Yan's face.

Bang!
At the critical moment, the white bone body did not pause at all. With a slap of its right palm, it actually dislocated its own left hand!

The white bone in his left arm shattered with a bang, transforming into countless sword energies, which instantly condensed into a flying sword phantom in his right palm, with wind and thunder surging on it.

Upon closer inspection, the shape of this flying sword is remarkably similar to that of the Unmoored Boat, only several sizes larger.

The flying sword was suddenly thrown out and pierced through the demon's body in an instant.

The clone collapsed to the ground and remained motionless.

Song Yan walked slowly away.

At this moment, Yuanzhen was bleeding from all seven orifices, and his cassock was tattered, like a few pieces of cloth.

"What...are you...?"

He weakly raised his head, only to see Song Yan already standing in front of him, shrouded in shadow, like a demon with downcast eyes.

He seemed to realize something and cried out repeatedly, "Don't kill me! I possess the sacred power of the Demonic Sect! And her..."

Yuanzhen pointed to Wu Huaguo beside him: "Do you know what treasures she possesses? Let me go, and I'll tell you how to obtain them..."

Song Yan remained unmoved, his sword pointing at Yi Qu.

Six sword shadows spun rapidly.

Just then, Song Yan felt a demonic energy coil around his ankles and elbows, causing his sword movements to falter.

"Ok?"

Looking down, Yuanzhen's demonic clone, though on its last breath, still dragged its broken body to Song Yan's feet.

He looked at Yuanzhen, his voice wooden: "Quick...escape..."

escape……

Yuanzhen snapped out of her daze.

"Yes... escape, we must escape!"

"My sacred skills are not yet fully realized; I cannot die at the hands of an unknown junior!"

But at that moment, a large, dark hand slowly reached down and grabbed the head of the demonic clone.

The Dharma Body lost one of its left arms, but its mobility was not greatly affected.

Golden patterns flowed between his jet-black fingers and palms as he slammed the demonic clone's head violently into the ground.

Immediately, he pulled out the illusory flying sword from behind his demonic clone and raised it high.

Before Yuanzhen's dazed gaze, it suddenly stabbed down and pierced into the clone's head.

The entire mountaintop fell silent.

Bang!
The clone exploded and shattered, transforming into a vast expanse of demonic mist that continuously flowed into the skeletal body.

Yuanzhen was stunned for a long time, everything in front of him seemed like a dream.

All visions and ambitions vanish in an instant. "..."

His face was ashen, and he sat cross-legged on the spot, slowly putting his hands together in prayer.

"Good."

The sword fell from the clouds.

The torrent of sword energy engulfed him.

When the dust settled, only a mangled corpse lay lifeless on the ground.

At the same time, the Dharma body behind Song Yan slowly dissipated.

call--

Between the teeth, breathing gradually slowed down.

This may not be the most thrilling battle Song Yan has ever experienced, but it was almost the battle in which he gave it his all.

Dharma body, sword formation, sword essence, sword energy, natal flying sword.

All available means were used in a short time, with the aim of completely destroying the opponent's resistance with overwhelming force.

Fortunately, they escaped unharmed and were eventually killed.

When the demonic clone dissipated, the restrictions binding Wu Huaguo naturally shattered and disappeared, yet she dared not move.

Looking at Song Yan's figure and calm face, I felt a sense of unreality.

I originally thought it would be a desperate battle, or even the end of Yuanzhen suppressing Song Yan.

However, this fellow Daoist Song seemed unwilling to engage in a playful and protracted battle, so he used horrific methods to torture and kill the "Demon Dao Perfected One," and then casually beheaded him.

incredible.

Is this really the combat power that a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage can possess?

Although the aura it exuded was far less imposing than that of a Foundation Establishment elder in the clan, the inexplicable sense of oppression it possessed was something she had never seen before.

If one can possess such power even at the Qi Refining stage, imagine what it would be like to establish a Dao Foundation...

As for any kind of demonic arts, Wu Huaguo doesn't care at all now.

The other party used this "magical skill" to save his life.

This is a sacred achievement!
Her eyes were shining, and she had only one thought in her mind.

"We must win over this Fellow Daoist Song; he will surely become a pillar of support for our family in the future!"

"He is the greatest opportunity for the Wu family!"

……

The warm sunlight shone through the flowers and leaves of the trees in the courtyard, casting dappled golden light on the attic.

In the secluded courtyard of Shanyang.

Song Yan sat opposite Wang Ke, flipping through an ancient Taoist book.

Wang Ke held a thin, golden book, placing pieces on the chessboard and setting up the game, sometimes muttering to himself, his brow furrowed, as if deep in thought.

The conclusion of the Yidao Conference was somewhat rushed and hasty.

Some say that Master Yuanzhen from the Central Region couldn't accept defeat and tried to attack Wang Ke, but was killed by Wang Ke's companion with a single sword strike.

Some say that the demonic cultivators used this chess tournament to secretly attack the Wu family, but were suppressed by a mysterious guest elder of the Wu family.

The ups and downs are unpredictable; no one can say for sure.

In short, the final was full of twists and turns.

But in the end, the champion of this chess tournament was Wang Ke.

No one disagrees with this point.

"Alas." Wang Ke suddenly sighed, "It's really strange, who exactly left this ancient score?"

"The layout and moves don't resemble a chess manual."

Song Yan didn't even look up, completely absorbed in the ancient book in his hands, leaving Wang Ke to grumble to himself.

Wang Ke's protective barrier was destroyed by Yuan Zhen using some unknown demonic technique.

Song Yan had to do his best to ensure that this person made it to the Chu capital alive, otherwise he would have already returned to Lanxi Cave with Liang Feng and his wife.

Song Yan glanced briefly at the spoils of war obtained from killing Yuanzhen.

This ancient book is one of them, and it contains detailed information about the foundation building process for cultivators, so I picked it up to read.

The path taken by Buddhist cultivators differs somewhat from that of ordinary Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment. For example, within the Buddhist realm, the equivalent of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment is "Hinayana Buddhism".

The realms corresponding to Qi cultivation are divided into two categories: coarse concentration and subtle abiding.

The realm corresponding to Foundation Establishment is divided into two categories: Desire Realm and Future Zen.

Yuanzhen obtained this ancient book describing the foundation building process for cultivators, not for Buddhist cultivation, but presumably for the foundation building of his demonic art, "Yin Yang Zen Body."

This book mostly comes from the Central Regions and contains many things that Song Yan had never heard of.

The book states that the foundation a cultivator builds varies from person to person and is influenced by countless factors.

Sometimes, different moods and states of mind can affect the results of foundation building.

However, throughout history, many cultivators have discovered that after successfully establishing their foundation, a special pattern would appear on their Dao foundation.

This is known as "Taoist pattern".

In reality, the manifestation of Dao patterns during Foundation Establishment is essentially no different from ordinary Foundation Establishment.

While ordinary foundation building is generally stable, Dao pattern foundation building has some unique advantages and disadvantages.

The book provides several examples.

For example, cultivators who manifest a Dao pattern called "Jiuli" upon reaching the Foundation Establishment stage are usually brave and skilled in battle, but they are also easily angered and prone to inner demons.

For example, cultivators who have manifested the "Dhyana" Dao pattern at the Foundation Establishment stage cultivate in a state of ethereal tranquility, undisturbed by external influences. However, they are indecisive and find it difficult to kill others in conflict.

The book cites many examples, including those who cultivate faster but have extremely shallow spiritual power.

There are those with abundant spiritual power but extremely fragile Dao foundations, and so on.

People who exhibit this phenomenon are mostly those who have gone to extremes or are particularly outstanding or excellent in a certain aspect of cultivation.

It's hard to say whether the Dao pattern foundation building is good or bad.

After all, it does have advantages, but its disadvantages are equally obvious, sometimes even fatal.

However, it has inexplicably become popular among many people. In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, it seems that having Dao patterns means being extraordinary and beyond ordinary people.

As the sole heir of the Sword Sect, Song Yan did not see any content related to Dao Pattern Foundation Building in the Spirit Transformation Chapter.

It seems that this thing is of no importance to sword cultivators.

After reading through the entire Taoist book, he had a general understanding of some of the precautions and procedures for foundation building.

He speculated that the reason why the Foundation Establishment chapter mentions it so little is mainly because after the Spirit Transformation chapter, the Sword Dao Seed becomes the spiritual root of an ordinary cultivator.

The process of foundation building is much the same as usual and does not require special explanation.

He knew nothing about Foundation Establishment, so he was naturally very worried.

This made Song Yan feel much more at ease.

Song Yan put the book away, looked at Wang Ke who was still scratching his head, and said, "Now that the Chess Tournament is over, and you have obtained this chess manual, when will you set off for the Chu capital?"

Wang Ke was taken aback for a moment, then said, "We can set off at any time."

"Then let's leave tomorrow, lest something unexpected happens."

Of course, he was referring to the Rakuzenteng.

"Well, that's fine too." Wang Ke nodded.

Song Yan stood up and walked out of the courtyard.

He planned to visit the Wu family before leaving. Previously, Wu Huaguo and Rong Xiaofeng, the couple, had repeatedly invited him to repay their life-saving grace, but he had not gone.

Now that I understand many things about the Yidao Conference, it's good to go and say goodbye before I leave.

Only Wang Ke remained, muttering to himself as he stared at the golden pages of the chess manual.

"This Five Stars Pulse-Catching Diagram is changing into a clear pattern; it doesn't look like a chess manual at all."

He leaned back, letting the sunlight shine through the golden pages of the book, as if trying to glean something from it.

"Judging from the shape and terrain, it seems to be a form of feng shui."

Upon hearing this somewhat familiar name, Song Yan abruptly stopped in his tracks.

(End of this chapter)