Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 295 Shura
Fortunately, Song Yan's senses were sharp enough that he managed to cut off the sword incantation the instant the other party made a move.

They propelled the unmoored boat forward and withstood the attack.

clang--

The ferocious flying blade and the unmoored boat were locked in a stalemate.

Footsteps approached.

He glanced sideways and saw that the newcomer was dressed in a gray cloth robe; it was Chen Li.

"Tsk tsk, truly a genius, Fellow Daoist Song."

Song Yan's gaze was cold, and he remained silent, continuing to recover his composure.

At this moment, Chen Li wore a smile of excitement and cruelty.

His eyes were like those of a venomous snake, fixed intently on Song Yan.

From the moment Song Yan chased him into the mountains, he concealed his presence and followed closely behind.

They maintained a distance from being detected, waiting for the moment when both sides would be severely injured.

Song Yesheng's ability to strike first and kill the critically injured Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator was indeed far beyond Chen Li's expectations.

But it's not a big problem. Right now, the man surnamed Song is also seriously injured, and the slain rebels have turned into scarlet spiritual power and merged into the ancient runes.

All you have to do is kill him, and everything will be yours.

Demons are planted in the netherworld, and illusions appear in the heavens.

Without further hesitation, Chen Li suddenly formed a hand seal, his demonic energy surged, and a twisted power instantly condensed.

Surging demonic energy condensed around him, forming a dark purple phantom that was ferocious, evil, and radiated a malevolent demonic light.

The demonic claws tore through the air, viciously slashing towards Song Yan's vital points.

A crazed light flashed in Chen Li's eyes; he seemed to already see Song Yan's death and Gu Fu's success.

Perhaps, we can still obtain some opportunities from this kid's Qiankun bag.

That sword strike just now was astonishing; if one could learn it…

In the blink of an eye, Chen Li heard the sound of a sword ringing in his ears.

Looking up, their offensive suddenly halted.

A huge fist emerged from behind Song Yan.

The palm was as black as ink, but the back of the hand and the arm had many golden patterns, mysterious and complex.

Five thick fingers clenched tightly, and a punch was thrown straight at him!
"Oh!"

With a flash of golden light, the demonic shadows surrounding Chen Li were instantly shattered.

He himself was also sent flying backward, his protective spiritual energy smashing several trees before he could barely regain his footing.

"..."

When Chen Li looked up again, he froze, staring blankly at Song Yan...

And behind him was a three-zhang-tall Dharma body, resembling a demon from hell.

Song Yan hadn't even fully turned her body around yet.

He simply tilted his head slightly, his tired eyes, weakened by exhaustion, now looking at Chen Li.

Cold and indifferent.

Chen Li felt a sudden tremor in his heart.

The shattered demonic shadows did not return to Chen Li's vicinity. With a wave of his hand, the Asura Dharma Body sent wisps of demonic energy into his body.

Faintly, the darkness of this Dharma body seemed to have deepened slightly, and the mysterious gilded patterns within it were also brighter.

Since the flesh and blood form of this Great Bright Dharma Image has been fully condensed, it seems that it has never had a chance to make a move.

Unexpectedly, the first time I fought after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, my opponent was a cultivator who practiced demonic arts.

"you……"

Chen Li looked terrified and wanted to say something, but he trembled and couldn't utter a single word.

The Asura Path!?

To cultivate a Dharma Body at the Foundation Establishment stage, and to reach such a level, this person must be a genius within the Asura Path lineage.

However, he no longer had the chance to organize his thoughts.

Suddenly, the pitch-black Asura body struck out with a palm towards him from afar.

A dazzling golden light flashed, and an aura swept across the sky.

He suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly activated his demonic energy to protect himself, but the overwhelming force swept over and completely engulfed the demonic shadows around him.

Chen Li activated his spiritual power, and the ferocious flying blades swiftly attacked Song Yan.

But the Dharma body grabbed him in one hand, rendering him unable to move.

At this moment, Chen Li's demonic phantom was also swept up in front of his Dharma body by the golden palm wind.

He felt terrified, and his fear reached its peak.

With a single, powerful palm strike, the Asura's Dharma Body pressed down on the fleeing demonic shadow, pinning it to the ground.

He then kicked out, knocking the demonic figure to the ground. He then lunged forward, his right hand gripping a ferocious flying blade, and plunged it fiercely into the demonic figure.

puff.

It actually pinned the demonic shadow to the ground.

“Gah!”

The demonic shadow struggled violently, emitting eerie howls, but no one came to its aid.

It struggled and roared for a while, then dissipated.

Strands of demonic energy seeped into the Dharma body.

Chen Li had been feeling panicked for a long time, but only now did he realize that if he didn't escape now, he would probably die here.

He turned and left, using his magical artifact to fly away from the mountains and forests.

Snapped.

Suddenly, the Asura's Dharma body clasped its hands together, and on the gilded patterns all over its body, wind and thunder faintly surged.

Then, it suddenly launched itself into the air like a cannonball, leaping high into the sky.

Just as Chen Li stepped onto the magical artifact and was about to escape, he suddenly felt the sky darken.

She slightly raised her eyes and gasped.

A dark, deep, fierce, and hideous face of a Dharma body leaped in front of him.

Bang!
With a single punch, the magical artifacts shattered, Chen Li's mind was shaken, and his spiritual energy vanished instantly.

Before he could react, the dark Dharma body raised its hands high, clasped its ten fingers together in a fist, and slammed them down on his head.

"what--"

Chen Li couldn't dodge in time; his nose and cheekbones shattered, and he let out a shrill scream. He was smashed to the ground like a broken kite with a snapped string.

"Heh cough cough... Heh..."

Chen Li was breathing heavily, each breath carrying a strong smell of blood, and the fear in his eyes had reached its peak.

He looked up and saw the Asura's Dharma body facing the sun, its ferocious face under the light looking down at him with a cold gaze devoid of any emotion.

Its massive form appeared to be slowly falling from the sky.

"Spare...spare my life..."

Chen Li, his face covered in blood, used all his strength to squeeze out a few indistinct words from deep in his throat, with blood continuously spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"Fellow Daoist Song... no, no, Senior Song, please... spare my dog's life!"

"I...I am willing to offer all my treasures and secret techniques...to serve you like a slave..."

He begged for mercy while struggling to drag his mangled body along.

Song Yan did not respond at all, but closed his eyes to rest and recover his condition as quickly as possible.

In Chen Li's despairing gaze, the Dharma body descended faster and more ferociously.

As he fell from the sky, the enormous shadow instantly enveloped him.

"no no……"

boom--!
The enormous body of the Dharma Body crashed to the ground and stomped down on Chen Li.

The ground cracked open in all directions.

With a crisp crack, Chen Li's head and body were instantly crushed by the Dharma Body, blood and bone fragments spraying outwards, creating a blood ring that spread across the ground.

Life has ceased.

"..."

Song Yan exhaled a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

He walked towards Chen Li's broken and shriveled corpse, and with a casual wave of his hand, picked up his Qiankun bag.

However, just as Song Yan was about to leave, he saw a dense, chaotic, and inexplicable energy emanating from Chen Li's mangled body.

A faint, transparent, blurry humanoid phantom slowly emerged from above the corpse.

"Ok?"

Song Yan glanced at him sideways. The illusory figure showed no emotion whatsoever, no fear, no resentment, only weakness and relief.

He first looked down at Chen Li's corpse and muttered to himself.

"What a tragic death..."

He then looked up at Song Yan, then at the ferocious and imposing Dharma image, and closed his eyes: "Be ruthless, don't make me suffer."

Song Yan frowned: "What are you?"

"I?"

The figure was taken aback, then honestly replied, "I am the illusory Heavenly Demon of this damned bastard."

"He has a secret technique that allows him to use the soul of others or his own to fuse a phantom."

After saying that, he added, "This secret technique should be found in his Qiankun bag. I won't go into details; it's not a good thing."

Song Yan raised an eyebrow: "So you are the soul of the cultivator he killed, which was then refined into a phantom demon?"

"Yes, Mo."

The figure nodded and spread his hands: "Now that Chen Li is dead, if you don't kill me, I will become a vengeful spirit, a wandering ghost."

"It's really ugly, Mo."

The illusory demon muttered to himself, looked Song Yan up and down, and then suddenly cupped his hands in greeting: "This fellow Daoist is a kind-hearted person who eradicates evil and upholds justice. Before I die, may I ask you for a favor?"

"I have no such obligation."

Song Yan shook his head, and the illusory demon was slightly disappointed.

"However, you can tell me."

"Ah! You really are a kind person." Xu Xiang was overjoyed: "No trouble at all, no trouble at all."

"Look, this is it. Before I died, I had a wife and a son."

“I was killed by this bastard when I was killed. He has been missing ever since, and my Daoist partner and son Mo have suffered greatly.”

"I just want to ask you, if you ever meet them in the future, please tell them that I am dead, but that doesn't mean I don't want them anymore."

"That's all."

This is not a troublesome matter, and it can be considered an act of kindness and good deeds.

Besides, the world is so vast, whether we meet or not is another matter, so there's no harm in agreeing to his request.

If you do meet them, it can be considered fate.

What are your wife and children's names?

"My name is Wu Huaisheng, my wife is Xue Miaodan, and my son is Wu Yaosheng."

Song Yan nodded: "Understood."

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, benefactor Mo."

He bowed respectfully to Song Yan, then closed his eyes.

Song Yan had a thought, but did not do it herself.

The Dharma Master stepped forward, extended a finger, and gently touched Wu Huaisheng's forehead.

A sword aura of wind and thunder condensed at his fingertips, instantly piercing through the illusion.

It didn't cause him much pain.

The illusory demon vanished but did not merge into the Dharma body, which surprised Song Yan somewhat.

However, since the person is dead, I won't dwell on it.

After this matter was settled, Song Yan did not let his Dharma body dissipate. He simply raised his eyes slightly and looked at the dense forest around him.

"Fellow Daoists, haven't you had enough yet...?"

He glanced sideways, his golden eyes fixed in one direction: "Do I still need to bring you out?"

Rustling.

From the shadows of the dense forest, two figures slowly emerged from two different directions.

It was Wu Caidie and Li Yan.

At this moment, the two looked at Song Yan and the Asura Dharma Body behind him, which was engulfed in demonic flames, with a hint of fear on their faces.

The purpose of their visit was perfectly clear to all three people present.

Most likely, they came for the golden-red ancient talisman in Song Yan's possession.

Although they already possessed such treasures, no one would complain about having too many of these mysterious items.

Moreover, Song Yan's ancient talisman contained more than thirty mysterious spiritual energies.

Of course I had to come and take a look.

I never expected this...

This young man not only fought desperately to kill the leader of the false Core Formation rebels, but also killed Chen Li, who was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

Who would believe it?

Besides being shocked, Wu Caidie was also filled with doubt. Among the nine kingdoms of this region, in terms of the strength of the cultivation world, Zhao, Wei and Jiang were naturally the strongest.

The states of Qi, Chu, and Yue were the weakest.

But how could this Chu cultivator possess such exaggerated combat power?

Based on the speed and methods with which his avatar had just brutally killed Chen Li, Wu Caidie figured that killing the two of them now wouldn't be difficult at all.

Where did this person come from?

“Fellow Daoist Song… Chen Li coveted your treasure, but you killed him instead. We all saw it clearly.”

Li Yan quickly replied, "Once we return to the camp, we will explain to the others ourselves."

"If Vice General Luo asks, we will report the truth," Wu Caidie added.

"Hehe, then thank you both very much."

Song Yan smiled gently and gestured, "Please go back first, you two."

"it is good."

Li Yan felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly steered his flying sword away.

Wu Caidie gave Song Yan a deep look, then slowly retreated and followed Li Yan away.

"call--"

After confirming that the two had indeed left, Song Yan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He quickly dispersed his Dharma body, feeling intense fatigue in his mind.

Having exhausted his strongest methods and risked serious injury to destroy the fake core, he actually had very little sword energy and mental focus left to unleash his Dharma Body.

I just used a tiny bit of the lingering purple aura to forcefully unleash this power.

At this moment, intense fatigue and dizziness overwhelmed him, making him feel nauseous for the first time in a long time.

Thankfully, we managed to get through it all.

To be honest, if those two had really attacked together, I'm afraid I would have been in grave danger.

Song Yan left himself a way out. He thought that if things really came to that, he could forcefully activate You Taixu and head straight for the canyon to find Deputy General Luo Zheng.

Ordinary cultivators cannot catch up with him.

He took the pill, meditated for a moment, and was about to return to the camp when he saw several streaks of rainbow light flying towards him from the sky.

Song Yan was initially startled, but upon sensing the imposing aura emanating from it, he felt somewhat relieved.

Upon reaching this point, the rainbow light dissipated, and dozens of people fell to the ground.

Luo Zheng, holding a long spear, strode over and looked down at Song Yan.

Where is Xu Duan?

After a moment's thought, Song Yan realized that Xu Duan was the name of the rebel leader.

"died."

"died?"

Luo Zheng was slightly taken aback; Xu Duan's aura had indeed disappeared upon arriving here.

But this kid in front of him is only at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment. Even if Xu Duan is already exhausted, he wouldn't be defeated by him.

Song Yan subconsciously wanted to point to Xu Duan's corpse, but then realized that there was no corpse at all.

This……

How can this prove that Xu Duan is dead?
They couldn't see the golden-red ancient runes either.

In that case, it would seem as if I were just boasting.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zheng simply nodded without any suspicion.

"Yeah, well done."

You believe it?

"Let's go, the rebels have been wiped out, come back to the army with me."

Luo Zheng waved his hand and turned to leave: "I still have to report back to General Bai..."

(End of this chapter)