Borrowing a sword

Chapter 255 The Myriad Soul Banner Appears

Dongzhou, Tidal Bay.

A middle-aged man dressed in a white robe and white shoes stood by the Gulf Stream, looking down at his reflection in the water, and tidying up the two strands of whiskers on his forehead.

He was clearly of average appearance, yet he was completely captivated by her beauty.

But soon, Jiang Zhi frowned slightly.

Why did Chu Huaixu go down the mountain?

Because they both possess the power of origin, as long as the distance isn't too great, with his strength, he can accurately sense the other's location.

However, since Chu Huaixu was only at the third realm, he was unable to sense the locations of these cultivation giants unless they were very close.

"Things haven't been peaceful down the mountain lately," Jiang Zhi said with some concern.

He has been descending the mountain to vanquish the demon for five days.

Recently, the evil cultivators appearing in the Taoist region are not just some low-level rabble.

He has killed six evil cultivators at the fifth level in the past few days alone.

They even killed a sixth-realm cultivator yesterday!

"What exactly are these people looking for for that damned Black Moon Cult leader?"

"Moreover, this person made them many promises, so did they really think that once they found the item, he would fulfill all of them?"

"For these heretical cultivators to be so moved, even to the point of risking their lives, this cult leader must possess some real skill."

This made him somewhat uneasy, feeling that if Chu Huaixu went down the mountain at this time and encountered any danger, it would be quite troublesome.

The higher-ups in the Daoist sect have always harbored some reservations about Chu Huaixu.

They know very well that jade, if not carved, cannot become a useful object.

A practitioner's growth is inseparable from experience.

But Chu Huaixu is too special; he is the only person in the world so far who can deal with the primordial spirit.

Therefore, he could not afford to make any mistakes.

Even Xu Ziqing, the savior appointed by the Dao Ancestor, along with the Dao Ancestor's sword on the mountain, have become candidates for Chu Huaixu.

"Xiang Yan and Lu Pan will probably make some arrangements," Jiang Zhi thought to himself.

But after thinking about it, he decided to go and see for himself.

Just as he was about to take to the air, he suddenly stopped.

Jiang Zhi snorted coldly, then reached out and slapped his palm backward.

The space instantly distorted, and his palm force was swallowed up in these distortions.

"Come out."

"To be able to set up such a grand formation before I even noticed it, you certainly have some skill."

A figure shrouded in a black cloak and robe appeared, wearing a bronze mask that obscured his face.

However, this person was tall, a full half head taller than Jiang Zhi.

This made the junior Taoist master frown even more deeply.

I really dislike this person!

The black-robed man wearing a bronze mask laughed and said, "As expected of the junior uncle of the Daoist sect, your reaction is quite swift. It seems that the rumors of your cultivation going awry and falling into a lower realm are false. You probably forced yourself to fall into that realm, didn't you?"

"Enough with the nonsense. You must be the leader of the Black Moon Cult, right? You've trapped me here, do you just want to have a casual chat with me?"

Jiang Zhi snorted coldly again, his figure immediately disappeared, and he raised his hand to grab the man in black robes.

——【Air-Locking Seal】!
A black banner immediately appeared in the black-robed man's hand.

With a casual wave of his hand, a sinister aura swept forward, and within the thick black mist, numerous ferocious evil spirits revealed their outlines, as if trying to break free from the black mist and envelop Jiang Zhi who was rushing towards him.

Jiang Zhi, dressed in a white robe, looked at the hundreds of evil spirits with a mocking expression.

"A despicable trick!"

What he despised most were these so-called evil spirits and vengeful ghosts!

Because his sword domain, [Killing], trapped countless people!

Every time he unleashed his sword domain, tens of thousands of evil spirits and vengeful souls would appear behind him, stretching out their hands and grabbing him tightly, trying to drag him into that infernal hell and into the abyss of death.

"Get out!" he shouted.

The spiritual energy within was so powerful that it seemed as if words could be spoken and instantly repelled hundreds of evil spirits, and the black mist was also dispersed.

The black-robed man wearing a bronze mask looked at him with great interest and said, "It seems that although you voluntarily fell to a lower realm, your strength is not as good as it was during your previous ninth realm."

“No ordinary eighth-realm cultivator is your match, but any ninth-realm cultivator can kill you.”

"Let me guess what you're planning."

Jiang Zhi raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Shut up!"

With a wave of his hand, the sword domain [Killing] expanded outwards from him, covering the entire formation.

"Oh, getting serious now?" the bronze-masked man chuckled, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"Then let me see your sword domain that proves its Dao through killing!"

He suddenly waved the black banner in his hand, and a large number of evil spirits emerged from the banner.

Every evil spirit possessed at least the cultivation level of the fifth realm in its previous life. Some even reached the seventh or eighth realm!

If that were all, Jiang Zhi, who had seen many storms, wouldn't be too surprised.

These banner spirits no longer possess the strength they had in life. Even if they had the cultivation of the eighth realm before, it would be difficult for them to retain even 50% of their former strength after being refined into banner spirits!

Moreover, they cannot use supernatural powers or spells, nor can they use [Intent] or [Domain].

It's just that there are a lot of them.

What truly surprised him was that he sensed several powers within these banner spirits that did not belong to the Xuanhuang Realm!

That was the soul of a cultivator, imprisoned within this black banner and refined into a banner spirit!

"How can this be!"

"And where did he find these spirits?"

"Could it be that he refined all the primordial spirits hidden in the Xuanhuang Realm into banner spirits?"

"This is an evil object! This treasure actually has such effects!"

Upon realizing this, Jiang Zhi's expression suddenly changed.

His gaze as he looked at the black banner instantly changed, becoming somewhat fanatical!

—I want this banner!
The black-robed man wearing a bronze mask met Jiang Zhi's gaze, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"He actually tried to steal my Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

Even the leader of the Black Moon Cult was beginning to admire the other party's thought process.

"Go!" he commanded, and hundreds of banner spirits surged forward.

Jiang Zhi stood within the sword domain [Killing], his body radiating a soaring killing intent that began to spread outwards.

In an instant, this place seemed to have turned into a living hell.

You could even hear ghostly wails and howls all around.

Lines began to appear in Jiang Zhi's eyes.

These lines originate from these banner spirits.

Or rather, it is a series of energy flows, a surge of power.

In the Sword Domain of Slaughter, nothing they do can hide.

Jiang Zhi only needs to cut these gray lines to slaughter them all!
Through these lines of Qi, he can accurately locate their vital points.

A powerful sword aura began to appear at his fingertips.

Tens of thousands of black lines were wrapped around the sword energy!
These black lines originated from the tens of thousands of vengeful spirits within the [Killing] formation behind him!

They converged into a living hell, all struggling and pulling at Jiang Zhi!

Before him was endless killing intent, and behind him was a sky full of malevolence and resentment!

Yet, the murderous intent was far stronger than the malevolence and resentment!

The overwhelming killing intent concealed everything behind him.

All he could see was killing, killing, killing!

It seemed that in his eyes, this little bit of backlash from violence and resentment could not stop him from proving his path through killing.

Not enough, not enough, we haven't killed enough!
Jiang Zhi suddenly took a step forward and then swung his sword forward, seemingly an ordinary strike.

One gray line after another was severed by this sword, and one banner spirit after another vanished into the world amidst its ferocity.

The banner spirits before him gradually dwindled under each sword strike.

The number of vengeful spirits behind Jiang Zhi, who wanted to drag him to hell, was increasing.

Before long, he severed all the gray lines generated by these banner spirits.

His robes remained spotless, and even the soles of his white shoes were clean and free of dust.

Jiang Zhi, who possesses the title "Jingjun," seems to sweep away all the filth of the world behind him.

Kill, kill, kill!

Until this world is restored to its former glory!

After all the gray lines were cut off, now only one line remains.

Within the Sword Domain [Killing], this thread originated from the black-robed man.

He held a black banner, and the line extended outwards from his right hand, which held the banner.

Clearly, the black banner is both his reliance and his Achilles' heel!

But the color of this thread was strange; it was multicolored, a mixture of various hues, and it even emitted a faint glow.

Jiang Zhi's eyes grew increasingly cold and sharp, his face as calm as still water, but his heart was churning with turmoil.

"You are."

"A cultivator!?"

(P.S.: Second update, please vote with monthly tickets!)
I have to attend the award ceremony for the essay contest, which means my writing time will be squeezed again. Other authors are saying they should take leave, ha! I'll choose to stay up all night to save up my drafts~)

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