Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

When Gu Changjin arrived, the clouds above were already bustling with activity.

He did not enter immediately.

Instead, he led a group of Gu family members to stand on a distant, secluded peak.

Gu Jingshan followed behind, his face pale and his back hunched over.

Needless to say, the other elders and younger members of the Gu family also belong to the family.

They all lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Just a few days ago, they even dared to kneel at the foot of Lingdao Peak and beg the ancestor to die.

I wouldn't dare now.

Because they discovered that this ancestor really knew how to kill.

Moreover, when the disciples of Lingdao Peak went to the Gu family to collect resources, they really went all out to collect them.

Clan treasury, secret treasury.

Several elders kept it privately.

Everything that was discovered was completely confiscated.

The Gu family members were heartbroken, but dared not resist.

Who left the sword hanging over our heads?

Gu Changjin ignored them.

He squinted, looking at the faintly visible Nascent Soul auras above the clouds, and muttered to himself.

The Xuan Yang Sect has something special.

The Supreme Elder who just made the move was not Yun Qingli's master.

Instead, it was another elder of the Xuan Yang Sect named Qin Wenyue.

According to the original owner's memories, this person has not shown his face for five hundred years.

There were even rumors circulating that he had already passed away.

As it turned out, not only did he not die today, he also personally stepped forward to support Yun Qingli.

This is very interesting.

Why would these old fogies protect a newly promoted Golden Core sect leader like this?

Is it really because her master is a Nascent Soul cultivator?

wrong.

The face of a Nascent Soul cultivator is great.

But it's not that big of a deal.

Gu Changjin's mind raced, and a very outrageous yet reasonable guess suddenly popped into his head.

Could Yun Qingli be the daughter of that big boss in the back mountain?

Or something even more outrageous.

Descendants of the bloodline?

Otherwise, these emperors would be spoiling her too much.

A sect is not a family.

The Supreme One is not a wet nurse.

Old fogies who can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage are all as shrewd as ghosts. Why would they clean up the messes of juniors for no reason?

Moreover, Qin Wenyue is still alive, so the number of Nascent Soul cultivators hidden by the Xuan Yang Sect is probably more than the outside world knows.

Four?

Five?

Even six?

Gu Changjin's heart sank slightly.

The Western Wilderness looks remote, but the water is quite deep.

It seems that even if I reach the Nascent Soul stage, I can't get too cocky.

The Nascent Soul stage merely grants the person the right to speak at the table.

They don't have the right to flip the table.

If I really want to flip the table, I should at least find out how many old dogs are hiding under it first.

Soon after, the Crimson Flame Supreme Elder from the Crimson Cloud Sect also appeared.

In addition, several Nascent Soul stage monsters who came to watch the battle gradually revealed their auras from behind the clouds.

There is a sect's supreme leader.

There are also rogue cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.

Two of the rogue cultivators had particularly strange auras; one was like a withered tree, and the other like a frozen pool. They stood silently on the clouds, yet no one dared to ignore them.

The Nascent Soul cultivators greeted each other, and then their figures disappeared into the higher sea of ​​clouds.

The so-called "discussions in the cloud".

To put it bluntly, it's a situation where you're staring at me, and I'm staring at you.

Don't get involved in the deadly battle below.

Don't let others interfere.

After these Nascent Soul cultivators disappeared, the atmosphere on Welcoming Guest Peak relaxed a little.

Yun Qingli and Li Fenshan each snorted coldly and returned to their seats.

The disciples of the two sects stood on either side.

The cultivators from various sects watching the battle also turned their gazes toward the deathmatch arena.

Now it's the main character's turn to appear.

On the side of the Crimson Cloud Sect, Zhou Lieyang was the first to step out.

He took a step, a flash of crimson light appeared beneath his feet, and he appeared directly on the deathmatch stage.

The crimson robes fluttered in the wind.

The red copper longsword on his back automatically unsheathed half an inch.

Before the sword was drawn, the fire had already spread.

The air around the deathmatch arena seemed to be slightly distorted as if it were being burned.

Zhou Lieyang stood on the stage, his gaze sweeping towards the Xuan Yang Sect. His voice was not loud, but it carried throughout the entire venue.

"Crimson Sky Sect, Zhou Lieyang."

"Please enlighten me, Elder Gu of the Xuan Yang Sect."

That's a rather polite way of putting it.

But there was not a trace of politeness in his eyes.

It was the look of a young, powerful person looking at an old, decrepit one.

of course.

Zhou Lieyang isn't exactly young.

He is over two hundred years old.

Compared to Gu Changjin, an old Golden Core cultivator who is about to pass away, he is indeed considered young.

Gu Changjin smiled and slowly walked out from the side peak.

He did not fly on a sword.

There was no rainbow transformation.

And so they walked step by step into the void.

He was dressed in black robes, his white hair was disheveled, and his aura was weak. He looked like an old man who had reached the end of his life.

The welcoming peak became much quieter for a while.

Many people's eyes became complicated.

Regardless of what people say behind your back, the feeling of actually seeing an old Golden Core cultivator nearing the end of their lifespan step onto the deathmatch stage is still different.

desolate.

It is indeed a bit tragic.

After all, in the eyes of many outsiders, today's deadly battle is Gu Changjin's last battle.

Gu Changjin landed on the other side of the deathmatch arena.

Zhou Lieyang looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"I've heard that Senior Gu is also a sword cultivator."

"He also cultivates fire-based sword techniques."

"Speaking of which, I have always wanted to learn from the Xuan Yang Sect's Jin Yang Sword Manual."

He raised his hand, and the bronze longsword behind him was fully drawn.

The longsword is three feet and seven inches long, its blade as if cast from pure gold, with fine fire patterns flowing along its spine.

As soon as it was drawn, a deep, resonant sword sound rang out on the stage.

It wasn't just the sound of swords.

There were also waves of fire.

Crimson flames swirled around Zhou Lieyang, transforming into rings of sword-shaped light patterns.

It has a very high-class feel.

Many of the young disciples in the audience had their eyes light up.

"That's the Crimson Glaze Sword of the Crimson Cloud Sect?"

"I heard it was forged from Crimson Fire Copper Mother and Earth Vein Flame Crystal, and it's already close to being a high-grade magic weapon."

"It was with this sword that Zhou Lieyang killed three Golden Core demon cultivators in Burning Sand Valley."

"And in the Battle of Chihe, he burned a hundred miles of river with a single sword strike, and even the sect leader of Chixiao Sect praised him for having the potential to become a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"No wonder the Crimson Cloud Sect dared to send him into battle."

The discussions grew louder and louder.

Some disciples from smaller sects looked at Zhou Lieyang with awe in their eyes.

Mid-stage Golden Core.

A prodigy in middle age.

Fire-type swordsman.

Such a person would be able to roam freely anywhere in the Western Wilderness.

The Xuan Yang Sect disciples looked rather grim upon hearing this.

Some people want to refute this.

But when he opened his mouth, he didn't know where to begin his rebuttal.

Elder Gu was certainly strong when he was young.

But that was when I was young.

What now?

His lifespan is coming to an end.

The Golden Elixir has decayed.

He doesn't even know if he can still summon his natal spirit sword.

How can you compare these?

The formations around the deathmatch arena began to rise.

One after another, protective spiritual barriers at the Nascent Soul level slowly rose from the ground.

The spirit curtain was semi-circular, completely covering the entire deathmatch arena.

The array patterns flowed like ripples on water.

Each array pattern contains immense spiritual pressure.

This is to prevent the battle between Golden Core cultivators from affecting the outside world.

Sword cultivators are the strongest in offensive combat.

If two Golden Core sword cultivators were to fight, a single sword aura could potentially wipe out a whole group of Foundation Establishment disciples below the stage.

Even for cultivators in the early stages of the Golden Core realm, getting too close might not be safe.

Therefore, a Nascent Soul level magic array is necessary.

Once the magic array was formed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within the deathmatch arena seemed to be forcibly compressed.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was forcibly solidified, and the fiery energy rose and fell.

Zhou Lieyang held the Crimson Glass Sword and looked at Gu Changjin.

"Senior Gu."

Where is your sword?

Upon hearing this, many people subconsciously looked at Gu Changjin.

Yes.

Sword cultivators are locked in a deathmatch, but where are the swords?

Gu Changjin stood there, his hands empty.

I do not have a natal spirit sword.

They did not use any magical treasures.

Of course, he wasn't without a sword.

The main problem is that the current version is a bit ugly.

After the Ember Sun Sword merged with the Starry Sky Sword Embryo, it temporarily turned grayish-brown, resembling a long strip of black iron.

Bringing out such a scene would somewhat damage the image of our ancestors.

Moreover, he's here today to perform a tragic act.

We're not here to showcase new equipment.

Gu Changjin looked at Zhou Lieyang and suddenly laughed.

"Young man, you talk too much nonsense."

Zhou Lieyang's eyes darkened slightly.

He was about to speak.

Gu Changjin had already raised his hand.

There were no hand gestures.

There was no sword offering.

There was only a slight tremor in his sleeves.

boom--

On the deathmatch stage, five streams of fiery red spiritual energy burst forth instantly.

It's not a small flame.

It wasn't an ordinary fireball either.

Those were five rivers of crimson flames, each hundreds of feet long.

In each river of swords, countless tiny sword energies churned, like thousands upon thousands of sharp swords hidden within magma.

As soon as the flames rose, the temperature of the entire deathmatch arena soared.

The patterns on the bluestone ground were all burned and gleamed.

The air twisted directly into fiery mirrors.

Five rivers of crimson flames pressed down on Zhou Lieyang from different directions, like five fire dragons opening their mouths at the same time, trying to swallow him and his sword.

The faces of the Foundation Establishment disciples below the stage turned pale instantly.

Even through the Nascent Soul level protective array, they could feel a stinging sensation on their skin.

This is the battle of the Golden Elixir cultivators.

It wasn't a Qi Refining disciple who threw the fireball.

It's not a Foundation Establishment cultivator assembling a magical artifact.

Once the Golden Core is activated, spiritual energy flows like a river, and sword intent dominates the field, forcibly rewriting the world within a thousand miles.

Zhou Lieyang's expression also changed.

He didn't expect Gu Changjin to act so suddenly.

Even more unexpectedly, this old man, whose lifespan was nearing its end, still possessed such power when he made his move.

But he is not a weakling after all.

With a tremor, the Crimson Glaze Sword trembled, and a crimson sword sun suddenly rose behind him.

"Well done!"

Zhou Lieyang roared and slashed out with his sword.

Jianyang fell.

It collided violently with the five rivers of crimson flame swords.

boom!

On the deathmatch stage, flames soared into the sky.

The Nascent Soul level protective array vibrated violently, and rings of spiritual light spread outward.

Everyone on Yingke Peak widened their eyes in unison.

This deadly battle started off badly.