Gou cultivates martial arts and seeks immortality in the world of cultivation.

Chapter 120 One Man Fights Five Sects
Wherever the spear pointed, the void emitted a shriek of unbearable strain, as if it were about to be completely torn apart at any moment.

The terrifying aura caused the wrinkles on the old woman's face to contort with fear.

With a sudden clench of her withered, claw-like old hands, a torrent of demonic light erupted, transforming into a massive, black python with menacing scales. It opened its blood-red maw and fearlessly lunged at the spear.

At the same time, a colossal, towering ghostly figure rose from the ground behind her.

The ghostly figure was tens of meters tall, with a blue face and fangs. Its left foot was treading on a vicious dragon, and its right foot was stepping on a fierce tiger. A black python, as if it were a living creature, was coiled around its waist. It was so solid that it seemed as if the real person had descended, exuding a terrifying pressure that made people's hearts tremble.

This is the Rakshasa Demon King, which the old woman spent hundreds of years refining with countless living souls!
"Roar!"

The Rakshasa Demon King let out a silent roar, his two giant palms covering the sky and the sun, striking forward repeatedly!

boom!
Before the giant hand arrived, the black python collided violently with the blood-red spear.

With a soft "whoosh," the seemingly indestructible python was pierced through as easily as paper.

The crimson spear, undiminished in its momentum, pierced with unparalleled precision the Rakshasa Demon King's outstretched palms.

However, this ghost king, which had consumed the old woman's efforts over hundreds of years, only made the spear pause for a moment.

The next moment, the Ghost King's palms exploded, turning into a sky full of black mist.

The spear continued its whistling advance!
"what!"

The old woman let out a shrill scream, and the magnificent robe she wore shone brightly as she made a final stand.

But everything is in vain.

The spear easily pierced the spiritual light of her robes and went straight through her chest. The immense, unstoppable force sent her flying hundreds of meters backward.

Immediately afterwards, a loud bang!
The spear exploded with a deafening roar, and the old woman's body was torn to pieces, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Ok?
Mu Yetong's eyes suddenly turned cold. He didn't even glance at the blood mist. Blood energy exploded beneath his feet, and he shot towards the void to the left like an arrow.

Sure enough, amidst the surging spatial energy and demonic light, the old woman's figure reappeared.

A substitute for death!

Given the old woman's status in the Blood Fiend Demon Sect, it's normal for her to possess one or two trump cards for self-preservation.

But at this moment, although she had reshaped her body, her face was as white as paper, her breath was extremely weak, and her eyes were filled with only the terror of surviving a disaster.

She could feel that she had truly walked through the gates of hell.

Even a substitute isn't a panacea.

That attack just now almost exhausted all the energy of the substitute treasure, and even her own essence was severely damaged.

Swish!
Mu Yetong's figure was as fast as lightning, giving her no chance to catch her breath, and he pounced again.

"Help me! Vice Sect Master, please save me!"

The old woman's voice became shrill and piercing due to extreme fear, completely losing its air of superiority.

"You evil beast, how dare you!"

A thunderous roar exploded from the sky, and a burly figure stood in mid-air, his body radiating a powerful aura of blood.

It was none other than Nan Boyong, the vice sect leader of the Blood Fiend Demon Sect!

He held a huge blood banner in his hand, and with a slight shake, an endless sea of ​​blood appeared out of thin air. From it, a ferocious blood bird with six wings burst forth, tearing through the sky and rushing straight at Mu Yetong.

As Nan Boyong appeared, eight more figures quietly emerged from the darkness.

Each figure exuded an astonishing aura; they were all Foundation Establishment stage cultivators!

Without any further words, the eight people simultaneously unleashed their magical weapons—swords, spears, halberds, and daggers—transforming into eight streams of light that blocked all of Mu Yetong's escape routes from all directions.

Nine Foundation Establishment cultivators, including a Vice Sect Master who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, personally led the attack. Their combined power was enough to shatter the heavens and the earth!

Let alone a mere innate martial artist, even a great cultivator who has reached the Foundation Establishment stage would have no choice but to temporarily avoid the brunt of such a deadly situation!

However, Mu Yetong's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the terrified old woman, and his speed did not decrease at all!

Just as those nine world-destroying attacks were about to strike him, his body suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light!

"That is……"

Even from a great distance, Lu Lin could still see clearly that intricate and mysterious golden patterns appeared on Mu Yetong's skin.

These golden patterns intertwined, like a sacred golden net, instantly covering his entire body and even dyeing his crimson aura with a layer of brilliant gold!

boom! boom! boom!
Faced with the combined attack of nine masters, Mu Yetong neither dodged nor avoided, but simply threw a punch!
A golden fist!
The first to be hit was Nan Boyong's six-winged blood bird. The moment it came into contact with the fist, it was instantly shattered and dissipated, like ice and snow under the scorching sun!

Immediately afterwards, the golden fist force, still powerful, clashed fiercely with the eight high-grade magic weapons!

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!

Eight crisp yet powerful booms echoed through the night sky, as if eight dazzling fireworks had burst into bloom in an instant.

That was caused by eight high-grade magic artifacts being forcibly destroyed!
That's right, just one punch!
With just one punch, Mu Yetong shattered the natal magic weapons of eight Foundation Establishment cultivators into fragments!
"puff!"

The eight Foundation Establishment cultivators were struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood, their faces filled with horror.

After destroying eight magical artifacts, Mu Yetong's figure did not pause at all. In a flash, he appeared in front of the old woman like a ghost.

He spread his five fingers and grabbed at the air.

A surge of blood-gold energy erupted, transforming into a gigantic dragon's claw, which gently squeezed the old woman's face, which was filled with despair.

"Do not……"

The old woman's last words came to an abrupt end.

puff!
There was a muffled sound.

She was like a ripe tomato that had been crushed.

This time, both body and soul were destroyed; they died completely.

Even if he still had a substitute treasure on him, it would be useless.

"This...this is the realm beyond the Innate Realm?"

Lu Lin, watching from afar, was utterly shocked, his mind reeling with shock. "So, it turns out Mu Yetong didn't even use his full strength when he sparred with me earlier!"

"You beast, you're asking for death! Form the formation!"

Seeing his men die tragically, Nan Boyong's eyes widened in fury. He suddenly waved his hand, and an ancient array plate shot into the sky, hovering above his head and rapidly growing larger.

Countless mysterious array patterns flew out from the array plate and merged into the night sky.

At the same time, the other eight Foundation Establishment cultivators, who were also seriously injured, endured their injuries and quickly formed hand seals.

In the night sky, dozens of banners suddenly appeared, fluttering in the wind from all directions.

The array flags glowed, their energy interconnected, and finally merged into the enormous array plate.

A massive array covering several miles in radius instantly took shape, trapping Mu Yetong firmly in the center.

"Blood Fiend Heavenly Demon God Formation, suppress and kill!"

Nan Boyong roared, and boundless demonic light emanated from the great formation. Each ray of demonic light was as sharp as an unparalleled demonic weapon, transforming into a tidal wave that surged towards Mu Yetong from all directions.

But Mu Yetong remained as steady as a rock, unmoved, letting the demonic light wash over him.

His entire body shone with golden light, and with a swing of his fists, he shattered all the incoming demonic light.

All of this is a long story, but it actually happened in just a few breaths.

"Come on!"

Lu Lin suddenly regained his composure and shouted at the Martial Alliance members who were still in a daze beside him.

The members of the Martial Alliance hesitated, their eyes filled with struggle as they gazed at the golden figure who was fighting nine against one.

"Don't let Brother Mu's good intentions go to waste!"

Lu Lin's voice suddenly rose, "He stayed behind to cover our retreat so that we could escape! Are you going to waste his efforts by not leaving now? Or do you think that staying here will help, rather than hinder him?"

Several sharp shouts, like a sudden blow to the head, instantly jolted Xia Qianyu and the others awake.

"Brother Tang is right! If we stay, we'll only distract the Alliance Leader! Let's go!"

"go!"

Without further hesitation, everyone turned around and rushed towards the dense forest behind the manor.

Lu Lin put the gifts given to him by Mu Yetong into his inner space and followed closely behind the others.

boom! boom!
The roar high above grew more and more intense, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth was splitting.

Lu Lin couldn't help but turn around and take a look.

Mu Yetong had already shattered all the demonic light. His figure was like a dragon as he fiercely pounced towards the edge of the formation and threw a punch!
The entire formation trembled violently, and the nine experts from the Demonic Sect who were in charge of the formation all trembled violently and turned deathly pale.

"How long are you going to keep watching? If you let him escape tonight and alert a Golden Core cultivator, I'd like to see how you explain this to the sect!"

Nan Boyong suddenly let out an angry roar towards the distant horizon.

"Heh, Nan Boyong, your Blood Fiend Demon Sect is truly becoming more and more useless. You can't even take down a mere pseudo-golden body?"

A soft laugh came from afar, the voice carrying undisguised sarcasm.

Before the words were even finished, several dazzling sword lights tore through the night sky, carrying unparalleled sharpness, and joined the battle!
Qingping Sword Sect!

No, more than that!

Besides the sharp sword light, dozens of different figures also appeared on the other side of the night sky, their auras equally unfathomable.

It turns out that all five major sects actually have experts lying in ambush here!
"Hahahaha! Well done! The more the merrier! Today, I, Mu Yetong, am fighting against five major sects all by myself. What a legendary tale!"

Faced with such a desperate situation, Mu Yetong was not alarmed but delighted. He looked up to the sky and roared, the golden light on his body even more dazzling than before.

Boom boom boom...

An even more terrifying collision sound rang out, and the sky was completely engulfed by various dazzling rays of light, illuminating the surrounding area for dozens of miles as bright as day.

Even the capital city, eighty miles away, was alarmed, and countless people looked in this direction, filled with astonishment and doubt.

At this moment, Lu Lin and the others had already rushed out of the manor and plunged into the dense forest.

Xia Qianyu and the others remained silent, rushing forward with all their might.

Lu Lin, Prince Jing, and Zhang Xun lagged behind at the back of the line.

"Senior Tang, let's part ways here!"

Prince Jing suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Your Highness is going back to the capital?" Lu Lin frowned. "Your identity has been exposed tonight. No matter what the outcome, the five major sects will probably not let you go."

"I know."

Prince Jing's face was full of bitterness and determination. "But Cheng'er is still in the palace. I must go back, take him with me, and leave Yan immediately to go to another country!"

"In that case... Your Highness, please take care!"

Lu Lin looked at him and ultimately just clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Senior Tang, I'm entrusting the matter of the Martial Alliance to you!"

Prince Jing bowed deeply to Lu Lin, then, with Zhang Xun in tow, turned away without hesitation and parted ways with the others, quickly disappearing into the mountains on the other side.

Lu Lin withdrew his gaze and continued running at full speed with the rest of the Martial Alliance.

The Martial Alliance sent a total of twelve people, all of whom were elites, but their cultivation levels varied.

There were only six experts at the Innate Realm; the other six were only martial artists at the tenth level of Body Tempering, so their speed was naturally far behind.

As the distance between them grew further and further, Lu Lin's gaze sharpened, and he reached out to grab them from mid-air.

The blood energy surged forth, instantly transforming into six strong, blood-red ropes that precisely wrapped around the waists of the six body-tempering martial artists. With a sudden pull, they were propelled forward at breakneck speed.

(End of this chapter)