Borrowing a sword

Chapter 256 The Power of Origin, I Have It Too!

Suddenly, everything made sense.

Jiang Zhi immediately understood why there was a cultivator's banner spirit within the opponent's black banner!

If this person truly came from Kunlun Grotto Heaven, then what's so strange about the presence of a cultivator's soul within the black banner?

However, this was completely beyond Jiang Zhi's comprehension.

Why are there cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm?
It is impossible for the people of Kunlun Grotto Heaven to pass through the entrance and exit of the original spiritual realm of this world to reach the Xuanhuang Realm!
More importantly, the cultivation level displayed by the other party was at the Nascent Soul stage!
A cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage!
The man wearing the bronze mask stared at Jiang Zhi with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"A cultivator?"

"Yes and no," he replied.

Then, he looked at Jiang Zhi with a mocking gaze and said, "Didn't you just complain that I was too noisy and didn't want to chat?"

Perhaps knowing that his junior uncle from the Daoist sect must be full of doubts, he chose to remain silent and instead waved the Myriad Soul Banner once more.

The number of banner spirits that appeared this time was much smaller, only thirteen.

What's terrifying is that each banner spirit is either at the eighth realm of cultivation or the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

At this moment, the great formation beneath the Black Moon Cult leader's feet also began to activate.

A huge black moon imprint appeared on the ground, a crescent-shaped black moon.

An endless aura of death began to spread, and gusts of eerie wind began to howl.

These thirteen banner spirits began to solidify, becoming so solid that their facial features were faintly visible, and their faces could be vaguely discerned!

What surprised Jiang Zhi even more was that the expressions of these banner spirits began to change from blank to normal.

"They're still conscious!"

"Similar to a primordial spirit!"

The aura of these banner spirits began to rise continuously, and their strength began to surge within the great formation!
Each banner spirit began to unleash its most proficient supernatural powers and spells.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi remained calm and unafraid.

Just as the Black Moon Cult leader had said before, he forced himself to fall in cultivation level in order to nurture that sword.

His actual strength is weaker than it was at his peak.

However, below the ninth realm, he is invincible!
No matter how many eighth realms there are in front of you, it makes no difference.

Because he possesses a wisp of primordial power within him.

This is the difference in quality!
A sword aura appeared again at Jiang Zhi's fingertips.

He looked at the other person and said calmly, "I don't know what your intention is in coming to me."

"But with your abilities, you're probably going to die here."

The mockery in the eyes of the Black Moon Cult leader began to intensify.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"I'm starting to get a little scared."

"Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi, your greatest reliance right now must be the power of your origin, right?"

"I advise you to quickly unleash your natal sword, otherwise, with your eighth realm cultivation, you probably won't be able to harm me."

Clearly, this person, like Ye Kongxuan, considers himself a Nascent Soul True Monarch, hence his constant use of the term "this Monarch."

"Then let's give it a try!" Jiang Zhi shouted, and the sword energy at his fingertips instantly became even more powerful.

The primal power within him quickly merged into this sword strike.

In his own eyes, the black lines on the sword energy that had come from behind him all broke apart at that moment.

The tens of thousands of vengeful ghosts and spirits in the hellish realm behind him all retreated in fear, no longer daring to drag him into the endless abyss, nor daring to entangle themselves with this sword.

The power of origin, which is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, is the chaotic power at the beginning of the Xuanhuang Realm. How could they be worthy of touching it?

This made it seem as if this god of war on earth had been freed from his shackles!
The boundless killing intent on this sword began to intensify.

A chilling aura began to spread across Jiang Zhi's otherwise unremarkable face, his eyes revealing endless indifference, treating human life as worthless.

Thirteen banner spirits began to form an array to block this sword strike.

The black banner in the Black Moon Cult leader's hand flew in mid-air. He chanted incantations and began to form hand seals. Streams of black energy surged toward the thirteen banner spirits, pouring power into them.

But before setting off, he took one last look at Jiang Zhi, his eyes still holding a hint of amusement.

Soon, he also integrated the last wisp of power into the great formation.

"boom--!"

The sword energy collided with the banner spirit array, and Jiang Zhi was forced back three zhang, while the Black Moon Sect leader was forced back ten zhang.

However, these thirteen banner spirits were not destroyed.

The person wearing the bronze mask was merely driven back, yet remained completely unharmed.

The root cause lies in that last wisp of power. "The power of origin!" Jiang Zhi frowned, and couldn't help but exclaim, his heart sinking slightly.

"You actually possess half a wisp of primordial power!"

This baffled him.

Logically speaking, if the other party were truly a cultivator, then the Heavenly Dao Origin of the Xuanhuang Realm should have rejected him, and his power should have been suppressed.

However, the opponent happened to have the normal strength of a Nascent Soul stage master, comparable to the peak of the eighth realm in the Xuanhuang Realm!

Even more bizarrely, he was actually able to refine half a wisp of primordial power!

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he is not subject to the suppression of the Heavenly Dao.

It's really strange. Logically speaking, since he possesses the power of origin, I should be able to sense it, and even locate it.

"Plus the spirits within his black banner."

All these factors combined meant that the difference in strength between the two was not too great. Jiang Zhi, who had fallen from his cultivation level and was unable to use his natal sword, could only gain a slight advantage.

Killing him will take time.

"You've shown yourself to temporarily trap me?" He raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly.

"Absolutely right! You guessed very accurately." The leader of the Black Moon Cult laughed again.

"But what can you do even if you guessed it?"

"You can't kill a True Lord in a short time, can you?"

The killing intent in Jiang Zhi's eyes began to spread infinitely.

Three swift steeds galloped through the dense forest, their hooves shattering the silence.

Chu Huaixu and the others arrived at a place called Guanghan Cliff.

There is a dark vein running underground here, with extremely cold and damp air, making the temperature low even in summer. In addition, the cliff top is a good place to view the moon, hence the name.

"According to information from the disciples' courtyard, those evil cultivators frequent this area."

"It seems they are searching for the source of the Yin meridians."

Chu Huaixu spread his divine sense, which spread silently like mercury spilling onto the ground, and began to try to find traces of the evil cultivator.

Both he and Han Shuangjiang's divine senses were enhanced within the Dao Ancestor's Secret Realm. Ordinary fourth-realm cultivators, unless extremely proficient in the art of concealing their breath, would not be able to escape their detection.

Moreover, this group of evil cultivators is quite large, and there are even some low-level cultivators in the third realm among them, making them even easier to find.

"To the west!" the couple said in unison.

Xu Ziqing, whose divine sense was not enhanced, stood there dumbfounded, not sensing anything at all.

But it doesn't matter, just go with them.

Beside a cold pool, a group of evil cultivators seemed to be searching for something.

Suddenly, a fourth-realm heretical cultivator shouted, "Watch out!"

The next moment, a total of twenty-one sword energies roared down from the sky!

Each sword strike was incredibly fast.

Those dozen or so evil cultivators at the third realm didn't even have time to react.

"puff--!"

The sword energy instantly left a bloody hole in their chests.

These heretical cultivators looked on with endless bewilderment and astonishment before falling backward in unison.

The remaining sword energy then pierced towards the remaining evil cultivators at the fourth realm.

With their high cultivation levels, they immediately used their natal artifacts to block the sword energy, then looked warily in the direction from which the sword energy came.

"Damn it! It must be a fourth-realm expert, at least in the late fourth realm!"

"I just sensed the sword intent contained within the sword energy!" The evil cultivators were on high alert.

However, the newcomer did not conceal his presence.

After sensing it with their divine senses, they were all stunned for a moment.

How can it be!

How could there be two early-stage Third Realm cultivators and one late-stage Third Realm cultivator?

What they found even more unbelievable was that the twenty-one sword energies were exactly the same, meaning they were all created by the same person and were unleashed in an instant.

This means that among these three, one of the third realm cultivators killed a total of 13 third realm cultivators in an instant!

Chu Huaixu, holding a sword sheath, heard a pleasant system notification sound.

"[Ding! You have gained 619121 experience points.]"

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