Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Having made up his mind, Meng Shentong turned and flew towards the direction where the previous battle had taken place.

He quickly rejoined the battlefield, and without saying a word, he immediately unleashed his magic weapon and charged towards the leader of the Ghost Child Sect.

The leader of the Ghost Child Sect also possessed the cultivation level of the Golden Core Peak. His evil skills were unpredictable and he was a notorious figure in the Nanhua Border Region.

The two immediately engaged in combat.

The leader of the Ghost Child Sect practiced insidious and cunning techniques, and his body was shrouded in thick, inky black mist.

Countless distorted ghost faces could be faintly seen howling silently within the black mist. Ordinary cultivators would feel dizzy and their minds would become unstable simply by approaching that black mist.

However, as the head of the Green Wood Sect, Meng Shentong's cultivation techniques were upright and profound, and he was especially skilled in the way of wood attribute.

The two fought fiercely, their flying swords colliding violently with the black mist in mid-air, bursting out bursts of dazzling spiritual light.

But no matter how strong the Ghost Fellowship was, it couldn't withstand the overwhelming numbers of the righteous cultivators present.

Although most of the people from Cangxuan Sect, Yulan Palace, and Chiyang Sect have left, there are still quite a few rogue cultivators and cultivators from other small sects who remain.

Seeing Meng Shentong fiercely attacking the leader of the Ghost Fellowship, everyone rushed to help him.

In an instant, sword energy, spells, and talismans rained down on the Ghost Fellowship.

Ghost Fellow was surrounded and attacked by the crowd, and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. The black mist on his body was scattered several times, and his left arm and right leg were injured.

He shouted as he struggled to stay upright.

His tone contained anger, as well as a hint of urgency and helplessness:

"Sect Leader Meng! There must be a misunderstanding!"

Someone is instigating this, deliberately provoking a conflict between us. Think carefully about who that person in the black robe is.

Why would he impersonate someone from my Ghost Child Sect?

He just wants to see our two families kill each other!

Calm down, don't fall into his trap!

At this moment, Meng Shentong, in order to clear himself of the filth Lin Feng had splashed on him, no longer cared about distinguishing between instigation and misunderstanding.

His only goal now is to kill the leader of the Ghost Child Sect so that he can prove with sufficient weight that there is no connection between the Green Wood Sect and the evil cultivators.

After all, good and evil are irreconcilable, and are inherently opposing forces, so killing them wouldn't be unjust.

He gritted his teeth, his sword flashing faster and faster, shouting fiercely, "Evil and heretical paths, everyone has the right to kill them!"

"Today I will act on behalf of Heaven and eradicate you, this cancerous growth in the cultivation world!"

Seeing that Meng Shentong was unyielding and wouldn't listen to any of his explanations, Gui Tong was also burning with anger.

As the leader of the Ghost Child Sect, who had dominated the Nanhua Border Region for hundreds of years, had he ever been driven to such a desperate situation?

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and a fierce and violent look surfaced on his face as he shouted sharply:

"Good! Good for you, Meng Shentong!"

Do you really think I'm afraid of you?

Since you won't let me live, then none of you will live either!

"They will all be buried with me!"

After saying this, he suddenly released all his spiritual power without reservation.

His body suddenly swelled up, and twisted black runes appeared on his skin. His aura became violent and unstable in an instant.

That appearance, that aura, were clearly the prelude to his self-destruction of his golden core!

Meng Shentong and the others were terrified and retreated hastily in unison.

They activated their defensive magic treasures to the limit, preparing to withstand the terrifying impact of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator's self-destruction.

But just as everyone retreated, a thick, almost tangible black mist suddenly emanated from Gui Tongmen's body.

It enveloped him and the core disciples behind him.

The black mist rapidly expanded and then rapidly contracted, gathering in the blink of an eye into a beam of black lightning that shot off into the distance.

Meng Shentong then realized that he had been tricked.

The other party's self-destructive act was just a bluff, designed to scare everyone away and create an opportunity for him to escape.

He roared and chased after them, sword in hand.

However, the opponent's escape technique was indeed exquisite; in the blink of an eye, they had already fled several miles away, and Meng Shentong could not catch up.

But the disciples of the Ghost Child Sect behind him suffered the consequences.

They lacked the sect leader's cultivation and escape techniques. Once Meng Shentong caught up with them, they were cut down like vegetables, one sword strike after another.

They collapsed to the ground before they could even scream.

Seeing the corpses of those Ghost Child Sect disciples lying haphazardly in pools of blood, Meng Shentong finally felt some of the anger that had been building up in his heart.

He was so frustrated by being repeatedly tricked, framed, and falsely accused by the man in black that he was almost going crazy.

If they don't carry out a thorough killing, they won't be able to clear their names of all these suspicions.

At the same time, the leaders and captains of the major sects also made their own judgments.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield before her, where the various righteous factions were killing each other, Su Mei, the Palace Master of Magnolia Palace,

The evil cultivators took advantage of the chaos to escape, while the rogue cultivators took advantage of the situation to loot; the whole situation had become a complete mess.

Her brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of wariness flashed across her cool face.

She felt that everything today was strange, as if an unseen hand was controlling the situation, and that staying any longer might lead to more unpredictable changes.

Without much hesitation, she calmly addressed her disciples behind her:

"Return to the palace."

He then led the people from the Magnolia Palace away from this place of trouble.

Ji Canghai of the Cangxuan Sect shared the same idea.

Too many things happened today, and they happened too fast. A Nascent Soul Realm expert suddenly appeared.

The Green Wood Sect and the Ghost Child Sect inexplicably started fighting.

The Diyuan Sect's protective formation was breached with a single sword strike, and its treasure vault was looted.

Now even the leader of the Ghost Child Sect has fled.

All of this made him uneasy, as if some extremely dangerous entity was lurking in the shadows, watching him with predatory intent.

He quickly gathered his disciples and led the Cangxuan Sect's forces away.

The Chiyang Sect followed closely behind and left as well.

The vast battlefield quickly became deserted, with only the people of the Earth Origin Sect left to clean up the mess.

And some rogue cultivators who were still unwilling to give up lingered near the mountain gate.

Meng Shentong also felt that there was no point in staying any longer.

The Green Wood Sect lost two Golden Core elders, and its leader was accused of colluding with evil cultivators.

Although many disciples of the Ghost Child Sect were killed, the escape of their leader remained a potential threat.

With a grim face, he waved to the surviving Qingmu Sect disciples behind him.

His tone was weary and heavy: "Go back."

"Let's return to the sect and discuss further."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

The disciples of the Qingmu Sect responded cautiously, carefully collecting the remains of their fallen comrades before preparing to return to their sect.

Just as Meng Shentong was leading the remaining troops back to the Qingmu Sect, another unexpected event occurred.

As he passed the edge of a dense forest, the black-robed man he hated so much suddenly darted out of the woods.

It moved so fast that everyone only saw a blurry black shadow.

Before Meng Shentong could even react, he heard a short, muffled scream from beside him.

Another elder at the Golden Core stage was pierced through the heart by the opponent's sword, and even his Golden Core was directly shattered by the sword energy attached to the sword's edge.

The elder didn't even have time to activate his defensive magic weapon before he plummeted straight down from the flying artifact.

After successfully striking with his sword, Lin Feng did not linger in the fight and turned to run away.

His laughter drifted from afar, tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Oh, right! I forgot to tell you, I also killed Chen Changsheng from the Qingmu Sect, and your precious grandson Meng Changqing."

I am an old man who takes responsibility for my own actions.

Don't you dare wrongly accuse anyone. If you have the guts, come and collect this debt.