Mortal Cultivation to Immortality: I Have 108,000 Techniques

Yan Nanfeng struggled with all his might, but could not break free from the grip of the giant, earthen-yellow claws.

"You think you can trap me like this?"

He acted decisively, immediately reversing his longsword and stabbing it fiercely into the ground.

A sword beam several feet long pierced the ground.

The cultivator who had been hiding underground and launching a sneak attack was instantly stabbed to death with a single sword strike!

The other gray-robed cultivators, seeing Yan Nanfeng's decisiveness, ruthlessness, and merciless actions, couldn't help but feel fear.

Qingwen sneered, "Don't stop, keep attacking! Top-grade magic weapons consume a lot of magic power, he won't last long!"

Whoever can kill this man, I will personally recommend him for credit!

"kill!"

A gray-robed monk shouted, whether to embolden himself or to incite others to attack, it was unclear.

The beams of spiritual light shot towards Yan Nanfeng once again.

"This person is incredibly capable!"

Zhang Yi withdrew his magical power and cautiously crept nearby, observing the battle. He wondered, "How dare Qingwen and her group provoke such a powerful expert?"

He could tell that Yan Nanfeng not only had high cultivation level, but also rich experience in combat and was good at seizing opportunities.

Despite appearing to be at a disadvantage, each of his counterattacks actually resulted in the annihilation of an evil cultivator!

but.

Yan Nanfeng is so powerful because he relies on the top-grade magic weapon "Golden Dragon Sword," which consumes a great deal of his magic power.

Just as Qingwen Daoist said, Yan Nanfeng wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

Unless Yan Nanfeng brought pills to restore his mana.

otherwise.

This battle will most likely end with Yan Nanfeng's death and heavy casualties among the evil cultivators.

Qingwen Daoist also had his own unspeakable suffering.

He was ordered by the cult leader to find cultivators for blood sacrifices and to recruit rogue cultivators into the Black Fiend Cult.

The first two attempts went smoothly.

Qingwen, in collaboration with other evil cultivators, has already slaughtered two groups of rogue cultivators, as well as several aristocratic cultivators.

Just when he was trying to lure more aristocratic cultivators and make a fortune, he unexpectedly encountered Yan Nanfeng and his identity was exposed.

The Yan family is the most prominent family in the Yue Kingdom, and they have never sent anyone to participate in the Ascension Ceremony before.

No one could have imagined that they would encounter the Yan family at Tianwu Terrace!

In desperation, Qingwen Daoist could only lure Yan Nanfeng into the encirclement, attempting to combine the strength of everyone to kill him.

If he had known Yan Nanfeng was so capable, he would have known when to quit while he was ahead.

Zhang Yi watched the battle unfold before his eyes, his mind racing.

He killed Yan Xue, Yan Han and other cultivators of the Yan family, and obtained four high-grade magic weapons, including the gilded ring and the golden snake sword.

These magical artifacts are of excellent quality, but apart from one Corpse Banner, the others cannot be used and are not convenient to sell for spirit stones.

"If I take the opportunity to kill one or two evil cultivators, I can explain the origin of the magic weapon and pin the deaths of Yan Xue and Yan Han on the Black Fiend Cult."

In this way, even if the Flying Willow Sword and the Corpse Banner are damaged in the battle, I will still have the Gilded Ring and the Golden Serpent Sword available.

As Zhang Yi pondered this, a plan formed in his mind.

Yan Nanfeng is too powerful; he must proceed with caution.

Yan Nanfeng unleashed another sword beam, and the Golden Dragon Sword flew out of his hand, transforming into a golden light that shot away.

The sword's edge pierced through the azure protective shield on a gray-robed evil cultivator.

Before the evil cultivator could even catch his breath, the flying sword itself followed closely behind and attacked.

A flash of sword light.

This evil cultivator was then beheaded!

The Golden Dragon Sword circled once and flew back into Yan Nanfeng's hand.

The spells and talismans cast by the other evil cultivators also rained down from all sides.

A loud sword rang out.

The golden dragon phantom reappeared, firmly protecting Yan Nanfeng.

The battle of wits between the two sides continues to this day.

Yan Nanfeng's magical power was greatly diminished, and the golden-armored dragon released by the Golden Dragon Sword became illusory and uncertain.

Originally there were more than a dozen gray-robed evil cultivators, but Yan Nanfeng killed most of them!

The Taoist with green patterns flicked his whisk, which transformed into a white rope that wrapped around it.

The golden dragon extended its claws and ripped the whisk in two.

"Hmph! Behold my bee sting!"

The Taoist with green patterns raised his hand and unleashed a dark yellow, sharp cone.

A muffled "plop" sound.

The sharp cone was driven into Yan Nanfeng's outer light shield, but it could only penetrate a little over an inch before it could not go any further.

Qingwen sneered and activated a magic seal in his hand.

A wisp of pale yellow poisonous mist shot out from the tip of the bee's stinger, heading straight for Yan Nanfeng's mouth and nose!

Yan Nanfeng was dominating the battlefield when he suddenly smelled a pungent, fishy odor, and his mind went blank.

His hand gestures slowed down involuntarily.

"Well done, Taoist priest!"

A wicked cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining couldn't help but exclaim excitedly when he saw Qingwen's sneak attack succeed.

His voice sounded very young; he was just a teenager.

Qingwen flicked his half-bald whisk and smiled smugly.

"Attack! Slay this beast!"

Qingwen shouted menacingly.

The evil cultivators responded in unison, each releasing their magical artifacts and spells.

Yan Nanfeng was facing a life-or-death situation, yet he remained calm and composed.

He held a sword in one hand, horizontally in front of him, and with his other hand, he slashed the blade with his fingers.

The gleaming golden blade was instantly stained crimson with blood!

The golden dragon, which was elusive and on the verge of collapse, suddenly solidified, its scales and claws becoming clear and lifelike!

It resembled a real dragon, with a layer of blood-red halo appearing on its scales!

The golden dragon opened its mouth wide and bit down on a flying black longsword.

A few crisp "snap" sounds.

The longsword was actually bitten to pieces by the golden dragon!

The golden dragon stretched out its claws again, grabbed a magical artifact in each hand, and crushed it into scrap metal with great force!

The long tail lashed out suddenly, shattering several spells and killing a gray-robed evil cultivator in the process!

Yan Nanfeng fought with increasing ferocity, but his aura grew weaker and weaker.

Using such a secret technique will obviously greatly deplete one's vital essence and blood.

Meanwhile, Qingwen and his gang of evil cultivators...

The successive killings of their accomplices did not instill any fear in them.

This only strengthened their belief that if they persisted a little longer, they could wear down Yan Nanfeng.

Just as Qingwen was filled with anticipation, thinking about how the sect would reward him for making such a great contribution,

A sudden and unexpected change occurred!

A blade of light, white and silvery, shot out from behind a dead tree.

Caught off guard, the gray-robed evil cultivator was immediately cut in two!

The other evil cultivators were greatly alarmed and hurriedly released their divine senses to be on guard.

next moment.

At the feet of a certain heretical cultivator, a yellowish-brown cone rose from the ground!

"what!"

The man only had time to let out a scream before his body was pierced and he died on the spot!

"Who is it?"

The Taoist with green patterns lashed out with his bee-tail stinger, piercing through the withered tree.

A handsome young man emerged from behind a withered tree, surrounded by a hazy light.

The bee's stinger couldn't penetrate even a fraction of an inch!

"Fellow Daoist Qingwen, you say you're a rogue cultivator, but that doesn't seem like it."

Zhang Yi asked leisurely.

"Zhang Yi?"

Qingwen's face immediately turned extremely gloomy.

Most of their men were killed by Yan Nanfeng, and two more were killed by Zhang Yi.

Now only five people remain.

Qingwen felt uncertain and extremely wary.

Judging from Zhang Yi's decisiveness and ruthlessness, he is definitely not an ordinary cultivator without combat experience!

"Let's go!"

After hesitating for a long time, Qingwen finally gritted his teeth in resentment.

"Taoist priest? Are we afraid of him?"

The young evil cultivator who had spoken earlier hurriedly called out.

Qingwen glared fiercely, "What? You're disobeying my orders?"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, may our paths cross again someday!"

The Taoist with green patterns turned and left.

The remaining few evil cultivators hurriedly followed.

Zhang Yi did not pursue, but looked at Yan Nanfeng and asked, "Fellow Daoist, can you still hold on?"

"My name is Yan Nanfeng, and I come from the Yan family of Guyu Mountain."

Yan Nanfeng's face was ashen, and he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for saving me, Fellow Daoist Zhang. I will repay you handsomely."

Zhang Yi smiled and returned the greeting with a cupped hand, "Fellow Daoist Yan, you are too kind."

Such evil and heretical doctrines should be eradicated by everyone.

He said it casually, hoping to get closer to Yan Nanfeng and make it easier to carry out his next plan.

Yan Nanfeng, however, perked up and laughed, "Well said!"

Fellow Daoist Zhang, you vanquish demons and uphold justice; you truly deserve to be a member of our righteous path!

Zhang Yi's lips twitched.

No wonder this person fought to the death, risking his life to kill the evil cultivator.

So he was also a fanatical righteous cultivator!

"Fellow Daoist Yan, you should heal your injuries first."

As Zhang Yi spoke, he walked towards the corpses of those evil cultivators, burned them one by one, and collected their belongings.

In his plan, he would take out magical artifacts such as the gilded ring and the golden snake sword in front of Yan Nanfeng, claiming that they were left behind by evil cultivators.

These magical artifacts were all crafted by cultivators of the Yan family, with the Golden Serpent Sword being a renowned high-grade magical artifact of the Yan family.

Yan Nanfeng will definitely recognize him.

It has already suffered a severe blow, and there are only two possible actions.

One option is to simply give the magical artifact to Zhang Yi.

Secondly, they exchanged items such as spirit stones and elixirs.

In any case, Zhang Yi gained a lot.

If Yan Nanfeng is ungrateful and tries to force it,

Zhang Yi didn't mind sending him on his way, and he could also get another top-grade magic weapon, the Golden Dragon Sword.

At worst, we can just kill all the cultivators who see the Golden Dragon Sword.

however.

Yan Nanfeng said, "Wan Xiaoshan and the other fellow Daoists were ambushed by the Qingwen demon and are still unconscious."

Fellow Daoist Zhang should first revive them, then it's not too late to seek gains.

Yan can guarantee that all these items belonging to the heretical cultivators will be given to Fellow Daoist Zhang, and no one will compete with you for them.

"Oh?"

Zhang Yi paused, then asked seemingly casually, "I have a close relationship with Brother Xiaoshan, so I should indeed go to his rescue."

"But, is Fellow Daoist Yan's injury serious?"

Yan Nanfeng forced himself to stay awake and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't worry, I have a secret antidote pill made by my family, so I won't die for now."

However, I must rush back to Guyu Mountain to ask the elders of my clan for help, so I can only entrust Xiaoshan and the others to you, fellow Daoist.

Zhang Yi flicked his fingers repeatedly.

Fireballs turned the corpses of the evil cultivators to ashes.

He asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Yan, aren't you afraid that I harbor malicious intentions and end up harming Brother Xiaoshan?"

Yan Nanfeng laughed loudly: "I believe I have a certain ability to judge people, and you and I will definitely become close friends."

"When you have time in the future, fellow Daoist, you must come to Guyu Mountain. I, Yan, will drink with you until we are both thoroughly drunk."

That's all.

Yan Nanfeng sheathed the Golden Dragon Sword, took out a talisman, slapped it on his body, and was about to rush back to Tianwu Terrace.

But he paused.

Because a hand landed on his shoulder from behind.

"We hit it off immediately, but you're leaving?"

Fellow Daoist, let me see you off!

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