From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 236 Divine Dragon Soars into the Sky
The Ghost King of the Netherworld looked at Li Qingqiu, whose gaze was fixed on him, which surprised him.

How could this person see him?

Immortal cultivator!
Such powerful vital energy! He must be a cultivator at the Spiritual Consciousness Realm!

The Ghost King of the Netherworld felt no fear; instead, he became even more excited. Devouring a cultivator at the Spirit Consciousness Realm was far more effective than devouring an army of 100,000.

His three faces all stuck out their tongues and licked their lips, a sinister aura emanating from his body.

The soldiers of Beiting followed Li Qingqiu's gaze, trying to find the Ghost King of the Netherworld, but they could not see anything until the Ghost King of the Netherworld emitted ghostly energy, at which point they finally saw him.

The ghostly aura was deep black, like a black flame burning fiercely on the ruins, growing rapidly, and the body of the Ghost King of the Netherworld also quickly emerged from the ghostly aura.

wow——

The soldiers of Beiting were all frightened, and those who were nearby quickly retreated.

Fang Tianshu stared intently, and was equally terrified, his lips trembling. The Ghost King of the Netherworld was truly terrifying; his blood-red hair fluttered in the wind, making him even more frightening.

"You cultivator, where do you come from?"

The voice of the Ghost King of the Netherworld rang out, hoarse and filled with greed that anyone could hear in his tone.

Li Qingqiu did not answer, but instead drew his sword and walked towards him.

Jinlang stood on Li Qingqiu's shoulder, raising his blade-like forelimbs, ready for battle.

Fang Tianshu turned to look at Li Qingqiu, his eyes filled with anticipation.

The mere presence of the Ghost King of the Netherworld filled him with awe, and he could only pray that this mysterious swordsman could slay the Ghost King of the Netherworld.

Li Qingqiu didn't walk very fast, and the Ghost King of the Netherworld didn't make a move immediately, but instead looked him over with interest.

The soldiers of Beiting watched Li Qingqiu walk towards the Ghost King of the Netherworld, all tense and on guard against a sudden attack from the Ghost King of the Netherworld.

Soldiers were still arriving at the mountain gate. The Ghost King of the Netherworld standing on the ruins was so conspicuous that when the soldiers saw his figure clearly, they were all so frightened that they stopped in their tracks.

"what is that……"

"Three heads and six arms... what a demon!"

"How could there be ghosts or monsters in broad daylight?"

"Look ahead! So many corpses... Could it all be the work of this demon?"

"Don't be afraid. With so many of us, surely we can kill this beast?"

The soldiers encouraged each other, and a large army was climbing the mountain behind them, making it impossible for them to retreat.

As Li Qingqiu walked past Fang Tianshu, Fang Tianshu couldn't help but ask, "May I ask your name?"

He could tell that Li Qingqiu was not from the Northern Territory, but most likely a martial artist from the Nine Provinces.

Although the Northern Territory and the Nine Provinces have a long history of conflict, Fang Tianshu still holds the martial arts world of the Nine Provinces in high esteem. This is because heroes from the Nine Provinces often travel north to train and perform acts of chivalry. These chivalrous deeds make the men of the Northern Territory even more curious about the martial arts world of the Nine Provinces.

"Withdraw your men first. There will definitely be casualties if a fight breaks out later," Li Qingqiu said without turning his head.

From Kyushu's perspective, he shouldn't have helped the Northern Court soldiers, but he did so to prevent the Ghost King of the Netherworld from becoming stronger.

Fang Tianshu was stunned when he heard Li Qingqiu's words. He was about to continue speaking.

Sudden.

The Ghost King of the Netherworld moved. He lunged at Li Qingqiu, his powerful force shattering the ruins beneath him, sending dust flying and a gust of wind knocking down the surrounding soldiers like waves spreading out.

Almost instantly, Li Qingqiu also moved.

The human and the ghost each flew a distance of several dozen feet before colliding in mid-air.

boom--

Two powerful auras erupted, forcing more Beiting soldiers to retreat, and buildings shook violently.

Li Qingqiu blocked the ghostly claws of the Ghost King of the Underworld with his Qingxiao Sword. Upon contact, he immediately realized that the Ghost King of the Underworld was not a true evil ghost.

It's just a demon who knows the methods of ghost cultivation!

Do not!
He may have started as a human, then transformed into a demon, and then cultivated the path of the ghost!
The Ghost King of the Netherworld had not expected Li Qingqiu to be so strong, giving him a feeling of being unshakeable.

His eyes changed instantly, and he raised his arms high behind his shoulders, slamming them down on Li Qingqiu. Li Qingqiu reacted extremely quickly, twisting his waist and spinning his body, his violent sword energy sending the Ghost King of the Netherworld flying.

Li Qingqiu landed on the ground, while the Ghost King of the Netherworld landed on the eaves.

The Ghost King of the Netherworld glanced at his hands and saw that his fingers had been severed at the root, and blood was gushing out uncontrollably. He was slightly taken aback, and then, his hands grew back with ten fingers.

This scene was also witnessed by the Beiting soldiers nearby.

Fang Tianshu raised an eyebrow and shouted angrily, "He's bleeding, he's not a ghost!"

These words dispelled the fear in the hearts of many soldiers, and even filled them with anger at being mocked.

The face in the middle of the Ghost King of the Netherworld became even more ferocious. At first glance, it seemed to have transformed into another evil ghost's face, which was extremely terrifying.

He roared and charged at Li Qingqiu once more.

This time, he flashed in and out of sight, leaving a trail of blood and flesh in his wake. He slaughtered his way through the chaos, and the blood and flesh floating in the air quickly coalesced into blood-red spears, which shot towards Li Qingqiu as soon as they took shape, the sound of them tearing through the air constantly filling the air.

Instead of retreating, Li Qingqiu advanced rapidly, wielding his sword with swift and fierce movements, leaving a trail of afterimages as he vanquished all the blood-red spears that came his way. In less than three breaths, he was once again before the Ghost King of the Netherworld. The Ghost King of the Netherworld grinned, clenching one of his arms into a fist and unleashing a punch that sounded like a thunderclap. The terrifying force erupted like a mountain torrent, actually forcing Li Qingqiu to retreat.

Li Qingqiu flew more than ten feet away, landed on his feet, and continued to slide backward for a long distance.

Hey!
A gust of wind came from behind, and Li Qingqiu immediately bent over, braced himself with his palms on the ground, slid his feet backward, and kept his body close to the ground to avoid the sharp claws of the Netherworld Ghost King.

Just as the Ghost King of the Netherworld was about to pass in front of him, he suddenly bent his knee and thrust it upwards, sending the Ghost King of the Netherworld flying into the sky with a bang.

This move made the Ghost King of the Netherworld even more excited. His three faces underwent drastic changes in expression, and he began to laugh wildly, laughing ferociously and violently.

"Cultivating both the Dharma body and the physical body—that's extraordinary!"

The laughter of the Ghost King of the Netherworld echoed above the Xuanji Sect. Before he could finish speaking, he vanished into thin air.

Li Qingqiu rolled over and got up, and saw a cloud of blood mist appear in the distance, sweeping past the soldiers of the Northern Court and continuing to kill.

"It's really troublesome."

Li Qingqiu muttered to himself, referring to the soldiers of Beiting.

As if hearing his voice, Fang Tianshu shouted, "Retreat! Everyone, get down the mountain immediately! Quickly!"

Upon receiving his order, all the soldiers turned around; they had long wanted to escape.

Fang Tianshu also rushed towards the mountain gate. He leaped up and ran wildly on the roof. He turned his head and saw the blood mist rapidly approaching Li Qingqiu. Wherever it passed, soldiers turned into bones, and the blood mist grew larger.

"What kind of monster was that... and what kind of person was that..."

Fang Tianshu was filled with shock and anger, realizing that his martial arts skills were simply insufficient to intervene in this great battle.

The Ghost King of the Netherworld terrified him, while Li Qingqiu's abilities astonished him.

This person is definitely not a martial arts practitioner, but a legendary cultivator!

Could this person be from the Qingxiao Sect in the Nine Provinces?

As Li Qingqiu watched the Ghost King of the Netherworld attack again, he could feel his aura rapidly increasing.

He suddenly threw the Qingxiao sword in his hand. The Qingxiao sword was surrounded by sword energy. It flashed like a cold light and pierced through the blood mist. Even though a long hole was pierced through the blood mist, it did not stop.

When the blood mist was less than ten feet away from Li Qingqiu, the Ghost King of the Netherworld rushed out of the blood mist, grinning as he attacked Li Qingqiu. He held a blood-red weapon in each of his six arms, with a faint white color showing inside.

Li Qingqiu looked up, his vital energy bursting forth from his body, golden light flashing, and he transformed into a golden dragon soaring upwards, biting down on the Netherworld Ghost King.

It is Zhao Zhen's improved version of the Divine Dragon Transformation!
The primordial energy transformed into a dragon's body, and the dragon's head alone was larger than the body of the Ghost King of the Netherworld. The Ghost King of the Netherworld, who was bitten, found that he could not break free, nor could he transform into blood energy to escape. He could only struggle desperately.

The golden dragon that Li Qingqiu had transformed into bit him, twisting rapidly in the air, flying over buildings and heading down the mountain.

The retreating Beiting soldiers looked up and stared wide-eyed; some even gaped open.

The golden dragon was so magnificent that it shocked their vision, and they could clearly see a human figure within it.

As Fang Tianshu crossed the mountain gate, he looked up and was equally astonished by Li Qingqiu's divine dragon transformation.

This is definitely magic!

Martial arts could not possibly be that powerful!

Li Qingqiu, carrying the Ghost King of the Netherworld, plummeted down the mountain and disappeared into the clouds.

On the mountain road, the Beiting soldiers who were still climbing the mountain felt a strong wind descend from the sky. They subconsciously bent down and looked down, and out of the corner of their eyes, they saw a golden light sweeping down the mountain.

"Everyone retreat! Get down the mountain!"

A general's roar echoed from the mountain, followed by a series of generals relaying orders.

Li Qingqiu plunged down the mountain, falling from a height of hundreds of feet, the wind howling in his ears, and his speed increasing rapidly.

Tens of thousands of troops were stationed at the foot of the mountain. Soon, some people saw a golden dragon appear in the sky, which made the soldiers grip their weapons tightly.

The Ghost King of the Netherworld frantically brandished his blood-stained weapon, but unfortunately, he was unable to dispel the dragon energy of the Divine Dragon Transformation.

Just as it was about to land, Li Qingqiu suddenly released its grip, and the dragon twisted its body, changing direction so as not to plunge headfirst into the wasteland.

The Ghost King of the Netherworld had no time to dodge and crashed directly onto the ground below, kicking up clouds of dust and causing a slight tremor in the surrounding area for miles.

The golden dragon hovered low in the sky, and as its golden aura dissipated, Li Qingqiu landed lightly, like a celestial being.

The soldiers of Beiting in the distance were dumbfounded. This divine dragon was actually a human in disguise?

Before they could think any further, the Ghost King of the Netherworld emerged from the rolling dust. His three faces were covered in blood, and he was covered in wounds. His elbows and waist were even bruised and the bones were exposed.

This time, the Ghost King of the Netherworld did not laugh; all three of his faces were filled with anger and hatred.

As soon as Li Qingqiu landed, he pounced on her.

Facing the crazed and violent Ghost King of the Netherworld, Li Qingqiu remained calm. He raised his sword and pointed it, and the sword energy spread out, transforming into a series of figures, all of which were his own figures, their bodies shimmering with silver light, attacking the Ghost King of the Netherworld from all directions.

The Ghost King of the Netherworld was startled by his supernatural powers and had to stop to deal with the attacks from all directions.

The sound of sword blades cutting through flesh rang out continuously. The Ghost King of the Netherworld was horrified to discover that these sword clones were incredibly fast, no less so than Li Qingqiu's original speed.

(End of this chapter)