From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 237 Suppressing Gods and Binding Souls
The first time Li Qingqiu unleashed the Divine Power of Immortal Three Swords was due to Jiang Zhaoxia's fortuitous encounter. It was a sword-based divine power that suited him well, so he dedicated some of his time to cultivating it.

Although his mastery of the Immortal Three Swords is not yet as high as Jiang Zhaoxia's, his vital energy is immense.

Faced with the siege of dozens of sword clones, the Ghost King of the Netherworld was hacked to pieces, and more and more of his bones were exposed.

Centered on the Netherworld Ghost King, the ground in all directions was not only ravaged by sword energy, but also splattered with blood.

Such a sight sent chills down the spines of the Northern Army watching from afar, and at the same time, instilled in them an instinctive awe of Li Qingqiu.

Compared to the terrifying and monstrous Ghost King, Li Qingqiu's demeanor was like that of an immortal. In addition, the Northern Army knew what they were there for, so they could tell that the Ghost King was their target. Seeing their target being brutally killed, they breathed a sigh of relief.

At least they don't have to face such terrifying ghosts and monsters themselves.

"hateful……"

The Ghost King of the Netherworld gritted his teeth, his defensive speed slowed down, and gradually, his body swayed violently, and he could only barely hold on.

His physical body's self-healing speed was astonishing; even when faced with Li Qingqiu's relentless onslaught, he did not fall.

Li Qingqiu did not believe that the Ghost King of the Netherworld could hold out indefinitely, so he maintained his supernatural powers.

A figure rushed down the mountain at lightning speed; it was Fang Tianshu.

Fang Tianshu ran wildly along the edge of the cliff. Looking down, he could barely see Li Qingqiu fighting with the Ghost King of the Netherworld. Looking at those sword clones, he was filled with shock.

He was shocked by Li Qingqiu's methods, which once again broadened his horizons.

At the same time, his unease was growing.

Despite such an offensive, the demon persisted in fighting.

Could it be that even this mysterious cultivator is powerless against evil spirits?

The thought of Li Qingqiu being killed by the Ghost King of the Netherworld, and how he and his army would have to face this evil spirit, sent chills down his spine.

His pace quickened; he wanted to descend the mountain as fast as possible.

As a master of martial arts, his skill in light footwork was naturally quite high, and he was getting closer and closer to the foot of the mountain.

After a brief outburst of rage, the Ghost King of the Netherworld, who had been restrained by the sword clone, reverted to his usual three faces. As he swayed his body, he stared at Li Qingqiu and said with a mocking smile, "You don't want to outlast me, do you? Such a spell must have greatly depleted your energy, or perhaps you're just putting on a brave face?"

Li Qingqiu stared at him and said calmly, "I just want to see what else you can do."

Jinlang, perched on his shoulder, tilted his head, looking at the Ghost King of the Netherworld, lost in thought.

"What? You think you've got me cornered?" The grotesque face of the Ghost King of the Netherworld revealed a contemptuous expression.

Li Qingqiu held the Qingxiao Sword in his right hand and raised his left hand, pointing it toward the Xuanji Mountain beside him.

In an instant, the mountain trembled, startling the Beiting soldiers who were rushing down the mountain.

The tens of thousands of troops gathered on the wasteland began to stir, and more and more people looked in the same direction. Following their gaze, it was exactly the direction that Li Qingqiu's left hand was pointing.

Suddenly, the mountain wall to Li Qingqiu's left began to crack. Then, a rock ten zhang high detached from the mountain and flew towards the Ghost King of the Netherworld, followed by a dense mass of broken rocks.

This scene not only frightened the Northern Army, but also made the Ghost King of the Netherworld tremble.

He couldn't understand how Li Qingqiu had done it.

This is precisely Li Qingqiu's supernatural power to move mountains and suppress gods!
Li Qingqiu waved his left hand, and the huge rock, as big as a small mountain, rushed over and fell from the sky, directly hitting the Ghost King of the Netherworld. The surrounding sword clones dissipated.

The earth trembled, startling many horses.

The suppressed Ghost King was horrified to discover that he could not disperse his flesh and blood.

From the moment Li Qingqiu transformed into a divine dragon, he was constantly suppressed and could only passively take hits.

"How is this possible... How could he have mastered so many spells like this..."

The Ghost King of the Netherworld was suppressed under the rocks and had been crushed into a pulp; his vision was pitch black.

He hadn't felt this fear of the dark in a long time.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push away the oppression on his body, nor could he dissipate it as blood energy.

"His attire doesn't suit people from the North. Could it be that my fragmented soul summoned him?"

The Ghost King of the Netherworld thought with fear that yesterday he felt himself cut off from a split soul. He didn't think much of it, after all, he knew that there were cultivators in the Nine Provinces, and that split soul was not very strong and was certainly no match for the cultivators.

He never expected the other party to arrive so quickly.

His divided soul traveled south, but it took a month.

the other side.

Fang Tianshu arrived at a cliff, less than a hundred feet from the wasteland. He looked down at the huge rock standing below, his expression one of astonishment.

He was once again astonished by Li Qingqiu's methods.

What kind of magic is this?
Ignoring the gazes cast upon him from afar, Li Qingqiu walked to the massive rock and began casting the Soul-Binding Spell.

The Ghost King of the Netherworld is a ghost cultivator, and all his spells are ghost-based techniques. Therefore, as long as Li Qingqiu suppresses his ghostly spirit, he will be unable to escape.

The so-called Blood Mist Technique is actually the ghost of the Netherworld King moving around. Since living people cannot come into contact with his soul, they naturally cannot stop him.

His ghost cannot move, therefore his flesh and blood cannot disperse into blood mist and move.

It must be said that Li Qingqiu can only use ghostly methods to deal with the Ghost King of the Netherworld. If the disciples of Qingxiao Sect were to encounter him, they would probably face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, including Jiang Zhaoxia and Xu Ning.

As Li Qingqiu began casting the Soul-Binding Spell, the screams of the Netherworld Ghost King echoed from beneath the massive rock.

"Fellow Daoist! I was wrong! Please spare me!"

"Senior! You can't do this to me!" "No—"

Fang Tianshu could hear the voice of the Ghost King of the Netherworld, and his expression became complicated. Seeing that Li Qingqiu had truly suppressed the Ghost King of the Netherworld, he had a feeling that he couldn't quite explain.

The Ghost King of the Netherworld was indeed quite powerful, but he was only at the initial stage of the Spiritual Consciousness Realm. Li Qingqiu's vital energy was a hundred times that of a third-level Spiritual Consciousness Realm cultivator, and he also possessed the destiny of a "Human Ghost God." Suppressing the Ghost King of the Netherworld with the Soul-Binding Curse would be a piece of cake for him.

The Northern Army quieted down, not daring to disturb Li Qingqiu.

The sunlight cast long shadows on the huge rocks.

Looking at this huge rock nailed to the ground, everyone felt as if they were witnessing a divine miracle.

Fang Tianshu quickly descended the mountain and began to reorganize his troops.

He hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage and walked towards Li Qingqiu.

He did not disturb Li Qingqiu, but stopped ten feet away and waited patiently.

Time passed quickly.

It took a full incense stick's time for Li Qingqiu to finally subdue the Ghost King of the Netherworld into a ghost slave.

He wouldn't keep the Ghost King alive. He just wanted to find Li Sifeng and learn about the Ghost King's origins. After that, he would have Lin Chuan and Nangong E devour the Ghost King.

Such a powerful ghost king would surely save the two ghosts from years or even decades of arduous cultivation.

Li Qingqiu raised his hand and pulled the three-headed, six-armed Ghost King of the Netherworld out of the rock; of course, what was pulled out was its soul.

He absorbed the soul into the Soul Refining Flag, and then looked at Fang Tianshu.

Fang Tianshu only saw a black flag appear out of thin air in Li Qingqiu's hand, and then the black flag quickly disappeared.

His intuition told him that the flag was dangerous and ominous.

Upon seeing Li Qingqiu's gaze fall upon him, Fang Tianshu quickly stepped forward, knelt down in front of Li Qingqiu, raised his hands, and clasped his hands in a salute.

"Thank you, Immortal Master, for saving us and eliminating the evil spirit from the Northern Territory. Otherwise, we might have died here today, and countless other people would have perished under his demonic claws!"

Fang Tianshu said in a deep voice, his heart filled with trepidation.

Li Qingqiu looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "How much do you know about this ghost?"

"We know nothing about this. This evil spirit has been around for months and has slaughtered many tribes. We were ordered to come here," Fang Tianshu replied truthfully.

Li Qingqiu turned around and prepared to go up the mountain.

Fang Tianshu hurriedly asked, "May I ask your name, Immortal Master? You are our savior, and today you have saved the Northern Border. I will definitely inform His Majesty so that the people of the Northern Border may know of your kindness!"

Li Qingqiu stopped, tilted her head slightly, glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and said, "Li Qingqiu."

He turned around and continued walking towards Xuanji Mountain.

Fang Tianshu's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it Li Qingqiu, the sect leader of Qingxiao Sect?"

Li Qingqiu did not answer again. He leaped up, transformed into a streak of sword light, and soared upwards, flying to the mountaintop at an extremely fast speed and disappearing from Fang Tianshu's sight.

Fang Tianshu was captivated by her figure, his eyes filled with awe.

"The Qingxiao Sect Master is so powerful, no wonder he managed to force the Xuanji Sect into a series of defeats with only a few dozen disciples..."

Fang Tianshu thought silently, but he was not afraid because he could not forget the spell that Li Qingqiu had cast earlier.

He felt an irresistible urge.

He also wants to cultivate immortality!

Perhaps Beiting should change its mind about Kyushu.

……

As night fell, Li Qingqiu sat cross-legged before a campfire on the desolate plain, holding the Soul Refining Flag in his hand, as he probed for the memories of the Netherworld Ghost King.

Jin Lang practiced his swordsmanship to the side, while Lin Chuan and Nangong E floated around, guarding Li Qingqiu. Yu Qilin lay beside Li Qingqiu, sleeping and resting.

The memories of the Ghost King of the Netherworld are incredibly vast, even more so than those of the Star Ancestor, and almost comparable to those of the ancient gods.

The Ghost King of the Netherworld was indeed a human in disguise.

The Northern Lands once gave birth to a sect of immortal cultivators, and the Ghost King of the Netherworld was a member of this sect. The sect had only a dozen or so members.

The master of the Ghost King of the Netherworld accidentally obtained an opportunity to cultivate immortality, and thus led his disciples to cultivate immortality.

After they truly became cultivators, they began to travel the northern border, sweeping away evil spirits for various tribes, while upholding justice and spreading their immortal reputation. Along the way, they encountered many troubles, including martial arts masters, but with their cultivation and magic, they defeated all invaders. Their reputation grew louder and louder, even alarming the Emperor of the Northern Court.

The Emperor of Beiting sent people to invite them to the capital, and in order to bring fame to their sect, they chose to attend the banquet.

In the capital, everyone knew that the emperor was going to host a banquet for those who cultivated immortality, which excited them and made them feel that their great cause was about to be completed.

However, at the banquet in the palace, the Emperor of Beiting poisoned them and ambushed many martial arts masters.

His master fought with all his might to lead them out of the encirclement, but the poison was too evil for them to cure. In the end, only the Ghost King of the Netherworld and his junior sister survived. Afterwards, the Emperor of the Northern Court accused them of being demons and ordered them to be hunted down.

At that time, the Ghost King of the Netherworld and his junior sister were only at the second level of the Nourishing Yuan Realm. Just encountering a group of experts from the Entry Realm was enough to overwhelm them.

During the repeated pursuits, the Ghost King's junior sister was killed, and he could only flee north in resentment.

Later, he entered a mountainous area filled with ghostly energy. This was a forbidden zone in the North, and it was precisely because of the forbidden zone's infamous reputation that the experts of the Northern Court gave up their pursuit of him.

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