There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 47: The Attack of the Nascent Soul!

A sky filled with blood rain, fine and misty like thin fog.

Drifting and swaying, moving with the wind.

Jiang Zhi is dead.

In the end, the ink-blood Jiaoqiu still slashed at her with that blade.

With a single upward slash, seemingly possessing the force of a thousand catties, the thunder swords of the cultivators were all knocked away.

In that instant, the black blade directly swept across Jiang Zhi's body.

Tremendous power crushed everything, annihilating both body and soul in an instant.

Before the cultivators could even sigh, the ink-blood Jiaoqiu would not let go of any weakness in the sword formation.

"Master Hai! Please enter the formation!"

Before Xu Weizhou's voice could even be heard, the ink-blood Jiaoqiu once again swung its right arm, slashing towards the nearby Hu Changqing.

Seeing the sharpness approaching, Hu Changqing's face changed drastically.

If he were to be hit by this... the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Jian Er! Open the way!"

In a panic, Xu Weizhou directly activated Jian Er.

If Hu Changqing were to die, the sword formation would truly collapse.

By then, the Black Qiu Forest would no longer be a trap, but a grave for all of them cultivators!

Six sword lights converged into one, the sword light straight and plowing three feet into the ground, directly meeting the ink-blood Jiaoqiu's right arm blade.

Boom—

The two collided, and the airwaves surged.

The sword qi rampaged fiercely, and tremendous power spread.

Within dozens of miles, vegetation shattered, and all living beings withered.

The ink-blood Jiaoqiu's figure swayed, and its right arm began to tremble uncontrollably, inch by inch, the black armor almost shattering.

In the end, it was just a flesh and blood body.

The Jiaoqiu was like this, and the cultivators of the Great River Sect were not much better.

The cultivators directly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and their spiritual energy was almost depleted.

In order to save Hu Changqing's life, Xu Weizhou did not hesitate to forcefully activate Jian Er with the power of six people.

It must be known that the Purple Thunder Sword Formation was extremely marvelous, especially the sword moves within the formation, each sword possessing the level of a Nascent Soul.

To unleash a Nascent Soul-level strike with the cultivation of seven Core Formation cultivators was already a miracle. Now that they were missing one person, it would be strange if there were no consequences.

But precisely because of Xu Weizhou's strike, Master Hai Guo was able to seize the opportunity and enter the formation in a timely manner.

While Master Hai Guo stabilized the sword formation and controlled the thunder swords to continue harassing the ink-blood Jiaoqiu, he also directly communicated with the Great River cultivators outside, activating the Spirit Gathering Formation, with their seven people as the target.

A huge Spirit Gathering Formation instantly enveloped the sky above the Black Qiu Forest, with a massive amount of spiritual stones pouring into it, and seven pillars of light directly enveloping the seven people.

As spiritual power entered their bodies, the aura of the seven people in the formation gradually recovered.

Seeing this scene, Xu Weizhou of the Bamboo Sword Sect couldn't help but sigh, "Master Hai really considers everything."

"Fellow Daoist Xu, let's finish this quickly. My Great River Sect doesn't have many spiritual stones left."

Under the calm gaze of Hai Guo, Xu Weizhou nodded slowly.

"Then I'll follow Master Hai's lead."

Although Xu Weizhou said this on the surface, it wasn't what he truly thought.

Sigh... what a pity.

This ink-blood Jiaoqiu is not powerful enough!

It only managed to kill one Core Formation Late Stage cultivator.

And it's from the Jiang family...

What a trouble, what a trouble.

How am I going to explain this?

While Xu Weizhou was feeling anxious, the Bamboo Sword Sect upstream of the Great River Sect was experiencing a completely different situation.

The vast Bamboo Sword Sect was concealed within the endless Bamboo Sea.

And that sprawling Bamboo Sea extended all the way to the banks of the Bai Cang River.

In the Bai Cang River, a dark purple giant boat was moored.

On the giant boat, lightning flickered and oppressive pressure filled the air.

In the center of the giant boat was a tall tower.

A nine-story tall tower, intricately carved and extravagantly luxurious.

At the highest point of the tower was a sky-covering canopy.

Above the canopy, auspicious beasts surrounded, and stars formed an array.

Below the canopy was a bed made of purple jade and thunder bamboo.

The quality of this bed even surpassed the thunder sword in Xu Weizhou's hand.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed was an old man with white hair.

He was too old, his face full of wrinkles, and his vitality dim.

His deeply sunken eyes were exceptionally cloudy.

However, even so, he is still the backbone of the Bamboo Sword Sect.

Because he is the Purple Thunder Daoist, and he is also a Nascent Soul ancestor!

In front of the Purple Jade Bed, a man knelt respectfully on the ground.

With gray-white hair, a tall figure, and extraordinary momentum.

And at this moment, he could only kneel.

"My son..."

Listening to the call of the Purple Thunder Daoist, the man quickly crawled to the front of the bed.

"Father... I'm here."

The Purple Thunder Daoist reached out and gently touched the man's face.

"Xuan'er, this is the last time I can help you."

"Father, Xuan will never disappoint your high expectations!"

"Sigh..."

Closing his cloudy eyes, the Purple Thunder Daoist began his rambling again.

"Sigh... Why are we descendants of sinners? How good would it be if we were born in the Daguang Xianzhou?"

"No need to fight, no need to snatch, the immortals will provide for us."

"Child, my father helped me seize a family business, and I will seize one for you too."

"This ghost place, the Xizi Cangzhou, can drive people crazy. Killing, robbing, I really don't like it."

"But we have to rob, we have to survive."

...

While the Purple Thunder Daoist rambled, Xuan knelt respectfully beside him.

Even though he is the sect master of the Bamboo Sword Sect, even though he is at the Core Formation Late Stage.

So what?

He is not a Nascent Soul cultivator.

In Xizi Cangzhou, the strong are always worthy of respect.

After a long time, the Purple Thunder Daoist finally stopped rambling.

He closed his eyes and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Slowly getting up, respectfully bowing again, Xuan, the sect master, waved his hand.

Bamboo Sword Sect!

Set off!

In an instant, thousands of cultivators soared into the sky on their flying swords.

And the Purple Thunder Boat began to move little by little.

Standing in front of his father, Xuan displayed the majesty of the sect master.

In this war, they must capture the Great River Sect!

...

At the moment when the Bamboo Sword Sect set off, the battle in the Black Qiu Forest also reached its final moments.

With the participation of the sect master Haiguo, the changes in the Purple Thunder Sword Formation became even more fierce.

Looking at the sect master Haiguo, Xuzhou of the Bamboo Sword Sect narrowed his eyes.

Haiguo's comprehension... is unexpectedly high!

He actually understood the changes in the Purple Thunder Sword Formation!

This person... must die!

If he is allowed to escape, the Bamboo Sword Sect will not have peace.

Swords clanged, step by step, directly blocking the Ink Blood Jiaoqiu in a desperate situation.

Another fierce sword, under Haiguo's control, finally created a flaw in the defense of the Ink Blood Jiaoqiu.

"Fellow Daoist Xu! Strike now! When else?"

Listening to Haiguo's roar, Xuzhou's eyes also flashed a hint of seriousness.

The current situation is far from what he had imagined.

This Haiguo... is really troublesome.

Forget it.

Can't let him suspect, the overall situation is more important!

If he wants to attack, then attack!

Attack, attack, attack!

Damn it!

"Third Sword! Slay the Dragon!"

As soon as Xuzhou's voice fell, seven sword lights converged, as if a heavenly sword tilted down.

The sword light plowed the ground, directly cutting the neck of the Ink Blood Jiaoqiu.

The black armor disintegrated, flesh and blood turned to mud.

Amidst the mournful screams, the sharp sword light gradually took away the life of the Ink Blood Jiaoqiu.

Inch by inch, just as the sword light reached the neck bone, Sect Master Haiguo directly shouted.

"Great River cultivators! Stop the sword!"

(End of this chapter)