Cultivating Immortals in Two Realms, I Possessed the Primordial Thunder Vine

Chapter 120 Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, True Man Zhanlu

The countless golden swords around him formed an aura like ten thousand swords returning to their origin, and streaks of golden lightning shot out from them, instantly creating a golden whirlwind around them.

The speed was so fast that countless sword shadows flashed in the sky, like streaks of golden lightning, like rain pattering on banana leaves, a sudden storm, striking the palm of the hand.

puff!

With a crisp sound, the void was like a transparent sheet of paper, riddled with holes. The golden sword lights that shot out from the sky burst forth with dazzling light, one after another.

It actually pierced straight through one of the fingers of the sky-covering giant hand, severing it completely. The sword light then dissipated, transforming into a golden torrent that fell back into the gourd.

Ah!

A scream came from mid-air. The middle-aged man from the Demon Sect felt a pain in his finger and was shocked to find that a deep wound had been cut into it. Golden sword light kept wrapping around the surface of his finger, and blood was flowing out.

"I'll kill you!"

Clearly, the blow had enraged him.

As a Golden Core cultivator, he was usually high and mighty, with an extremely noble status. Even Purple Mansion cultivators could only act like grandsons in front of him. Who would have thought that, after going all out, he would suffer a loss at the hands of a junior.

It's unbelievable that this kid, whom you could easily kill with a flick of your wrist, could actually hurt him.

Carelessly, he cut his finger. This Golden Core cultivator from the Demonic Sect was undoubtedly furious. Although the injury was insignificant, the loss of face was a great blow.

His subordinates' strength surged again, descending like dark clouds, threatening to kill Xu Changjun instantly.

Xu Changjun was not stubborn and would not act rashly. His life was very valuable, and he would not go down with the entire Xu family even if it meant their demise.

After all, he possessed the Three-Eyed Clan's Divine Pyramid and had accumulated a certain amount of incense offerings. With a forced explosion, he could still escape from this Golden Core cultivator.

When he fought this person before, he had already slightly sensed his own strength and the limit of pressure he could withstand, but he still dared not be careless.

Since things couldn't get to that point, he couldn't just turn around and leave. So he forcibly used the soul communication technique and saw the Thunderfire Alchemy Palace, which was suppressing the huge Purple Ying Electric Dragon on the ground, begin to tremble slightly.

With the help of the invisible magnetic field here, he still has a fighting chance. However, once the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall withdraws, the beast suppressed below will probably escape instantly, making it difficult to suppress it again next time.

But if it really comes to that, Xu Changjun will make a direct judgment; he would never joke about his own life.

"A thousand swords to slay the demon!"

Just as the middle-aged man from the Demonic Sect was about to kill Xu Changjun in a fit of rage, Xu Changjun, with his sword at the ready, prepared to use his Thunderfire Refining Hall to fight desperately and crash into the man.

As the two planets collided with Earth, a clear shout, seemingly coming from an endless, distant land, resounded across the heavens and earth, accurately reaching everyone's ears.

The voice was light and airy, yet it carried immense pressure, as if someone had casually uttered a shout. However, this voice cast a huge shadow over everyone's hearts.

It was as if an invisible sword suddenly bloomed in one's heart the moment this person opened his mouth, sending chills down one's spine and raising goosebumps all over one's body.

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out, and flying swords shot in from afar, like a surging storm, rushing towards them at such speed that they were already beside them in the blink of an eye.

Because the appearance was so sudden, the Golden Core demon cultivator of the Demon Shadow Sect focused his mental energy on Xu Changjun and didn't notice much of the anomaly happening outside.

The attacker was incredibly swift, his strength and cultivation far surpassing that of the demonic cultivator, leaving him no time to react before being instantly struck by the sword energy.

puff puff!

The continuous rain of swords swept past in an instant, piercing directly through the body of the middle-aged demonic cultivator. Even the physical strength of a Golden Core cultivator could not withstand such a large number of sword energies falling.

A scream echoed through the sky. At the same time, the Golden Core cultivator from the Demon Sect moved, transforming into a streak of blood and fleeing into the distance.

So fast was it that its body left long afterimages in the air.

"These heretics dare to infiltrate my Shengyuan Mansion and cause trouble on the territory of my Taixuan Yuan Sect! They are truly courting death and deserve to die!"

At the same time, a cold laugh echoed through the heavens and earth. Amidst the burst of ten thousand swords, a white figure leaped into the air, surrounded by numerous precious swords. His eyes were like lightning, and an arrogant aura emanated from him.

It was a Taoist priest whose age was unclear, with sharp eyes and a surging aura. He stood there like a drawn sword, but his majestic and imposing presence carried the weight of time. He was coldly watching the fleeing middle-aged man from the Demonic Sect.

His gaze passed over Xu Changjun as he spoke slowly.

"I am a longtime friend of your ancestor Xu Weichao, the Daoist Zhanlu of the Tai Xuan Yuan Sect of Sheng Yuan Mansion..."

"You're very good!"

Instantly, Xu Changjun felt a terrifying pressure fall on him, making his expression stiffen.

Although the other party showered him with praise, Xu Changjun felt a sense of oppression, which was really unpleasant.

If he could put up some resistance against the demonic cultivators of the Demon Shadow Sect, then facing this Daoist Zhanlu was like facing a vast, towering mountain, with a suffocating aura swirling between heaven and earth.

The convergence of ten thousand swords made him not even want to have the thought of resistance.

This person's strength is too great to be imagined; he is probably among the very top few even among Golden Core cultivators.

As soon as he finished speaking, the True Man Zhanlu transformed into a streak of sword light and flew out, even faster than the crimson figure, chasing after the distant figure.

"A peak Golden Core cultivator!"

After the other party left and the surrounding pressure dissipated, Xu Changjun raised his head and looked into the distance, speaking slowly and deliberately.

It was obvious that the white-robed Taoist who appeared was no ordinary person. He was a peak Golden Core cultivator, even more powerful than Xu Weichao, the patriarch of the Xu family. He was the most powerful cultivator Xu Changjun had ever seen.

The sharp, piercing pain made Xu Changjun feel as if a sword was pressed against his throat, ready to fall at any moment, when the other person's gaze fell upon him.

It was so cold it was hard to breathe!

"Don't worry about him. He's a Golden Core cultivator from the Tai Xuan Yuan Sect. I specially invited him to help me."

Just as Xu Changjun's face turned grim as he stared in the direction the white-robed Taoist had left, he heard the voice of Xu Weichao, the patriarch of the Xu family.

(End of this chapter)