Chapter 225: Grass-Wood Spirit Fruit

Han Lin led the way in front, hiding his figure.

Jiang Ding followed behind, also invisible, and even more thoroughly.

Along the way, exotic insects passed by from time to time, or Seven Feathers Sect disciples and exotic insects fought, none of them discovered the two in the slightest, moving at a slower speed.

It had to be said that the two had similarities in their combat styles.

Several hours later, Han Lin led Jiang Ding to lurk near a winding small river, stopping temporarily to look carefully.

"Here?"

Jiang Ding was slightly stunned.

He had passed this place at least several times, and his spiritual sense and sword intent, plus the Hundred Beast Talisman, had searched it all over, without any discovery.

"Formation? At least a Tier 3 illusion, or even a spatial teleportation formation!"

Jiang Ding felt a chill in his heart.

This kind of thing was something he tried his best to avoid contacting; seeing it meant fleeing quickly.

But at this time, just touching the rusty sword tip with his spiritual sense again to confirm that he could still return to the Immortal Sect at any time, he didn't have any extra movements.

After looking for a long time,

Han Lin finally confirmed something, stepping onto the river water, sometimes moving forward, sometimes retreating, wandering around for another one or two hours.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred.

The river, the forest, all disappeared, and he appeared abruptly in a small mountain village.

Thatched cottages, dog barking, patches of paddy fields distributed outside the village, water buffalo returning home, blue smoke curling from the roofs, a scene of a countryside village seen everywhere in the mortal world.

The only abnormality was that there was no one.

"Spatial teleportation formation!"

Jiang Ding took a light breath.

Sensing with sword intent, the water buffalo, the dog, the village, were all real things, repeating for countless years according to some setting of birth, aging, sickness, and death.

"Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster, be careful."

Han Lin lowered his voice: "This place was entered by accident when this disciple was being chased; at that time, there were over a dozen other people, and one person just stepped on a small grass and was destroyed by the formation."

"Good."

Jiang Ding nodded silently.

The two walked around the village, arriving in front of a thatched cottage with a fence at the edge of the village.

Inside the fence,

There was a tree, green and dripping, entirely emerald green, evergreen all year round, somewhat similar to a persimmon tree, but every leaf was covered with mysterious runes, flickering from time to time.

Two fruits, the size of a fist, entirely bright red, looking like they had been mature for many years, hung on the branches, one above and one below, the exotic fragrance pungent.

Under the tree, there were over a dozen exotic fruits piled up, long since rotted, leaving only the pits.

"Grass-Wood Spirit Fruit!"

Jiang Ding's breathing quickened.

It was exactly the same as the records in the Immortal Sect library!

Without any refining, swallowing it directly could allow a person to later generate a 'Grass-Wood Spirit Body', with aptitude comparable to a three-spirit-root, and have a bonus in cultivating wood-attribute cultivation techniques.

In terms of value alone, it wasn't high; a three-spirit-root wasn't much for many cultivators.

But for those who needed it, it was a priceless treasure!

"Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster, this place is very dangerous!"

Han Lin whispered: "Someone touched it carelessly before, and then twelve clay figures appeared, each with a very terrifying aura, and in just an instant, they all died, only this disciple managed to escape by luck."

Jiang Ding nodded, signaling the other party to stay away.

Actually, there was no need to signal.

After pointing out the specific location, Han Lin had already run several miles away, looking ready to flee at any time, his experience extremely rich.

He didn't know how he had practiced over these many years.

"Still have a bit of certainty."

Jiang Ding exhaled lightly, nine pale blue sword Qi appearing seven or eight hundred meters away, slashing toward the thatched cottage fence.

His certainty, naturally, was the formation array that suppressed cultivation covering the entire Nine Heavens Ruins, which had never been found to have an exception so far.

Could give it a try.

Hum!

The thatched cottage courtyard changed instantly, formation patterns dense, twelve clay figures pulling themselves up from the ground, their eyes the unique gray of granite.

They grabbed from the ground, twelve stone spears appearing in their hands, stabbing forward in unison.

Bang!

The nine pale blue sword Qi shattered instantly, turning into ripples of sword Qi fragments.

"Twelve Foundation Establishment combat powers, and there is a formation!"

Jiang Ding's expression was indifferent, no longer hiding, revealing his figure.

Clang!

The magnetic sensing patterns between his eyebrows flickered, and the Taiqing flying sword, which had been gathering power for a long time, appeared from within, disappearing amidst a huge air explosion.

Boom!

Two spears were snapped; the Taiqing flying sword was sharp to a terrifying degree, nothing could block it, straightly waist-cutting a clay figure from the left shoulder to the crotch.

Strands of sword Qi surged into it like a tide, destroying the clay figure puppet core.

The clay figure puppet stiffened, the upper and lower halves of its body sliding across, its spiritual light dimmed, collapsing into a pool of yellow soil on the ground, the aura of the other eleven clay figures dropping sharply.

"A true peerless sword cultivator!"

Han Lin's heart shook, yearning, feeling that the previous worry was unnecessary.

Such a sword cultivator,

Although polite and gentle in attitude, was actually extremely arrogant; how could he look down on other people's opportunities and snatch them?

Just as he was about to go out to pick the spirit fruit.

He found that the blue shadow in the sky had an even more stern expression.

Clang!

The flying sword whistled, slashing toward a clay figure puppet nearby, destructive meaning permeating.

Clang!

Twelve stone spears killed over in an instant, and amidst the sharp metal collision sound, they forced the Taiqing flying sword back.

"Not dead?!"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

But he watched helplessly as the formation patterns permeated, and the clay puppet whose core had clearly been thoroughly destroyed by sword intent revived again, the formation still undamaged.

"Kill!"

The clay puppet stiffened and roared, waving its spear, twelve stone spearheads appearing again, without any spell gaps or pauses that ordinary cultivators were accustomed to.

Formation operation,

In the sky, rolling stones the size of a carriage condensed, heavy gravity spreading all around, falling toward the center below, the earth spikes extremely sharp.

Swish!

Destructive sword intent permeated, the Taiqing flying sword's deep blue radiance flashed, slashing toward the twelve stone spearheads, snapping three in an instant.

The flying sword shuttled back and forth in the sky, slashing out three more times to cleave the remaining nine solid stone spearheads into fragments.

Behind,

Dozens of sword Qi erupted from Jiang Ding's body, slashing away all the earth spikes in one direction, turning into a deep blue escape light, instantly escaping the trap full of killing intent.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The clay figures roared stiffly, waving their spears, twelve stone spearheads appearing again, without any spell gaps or pauses.

Formation operation,

In the sky, rolling stones the size of a carriage condensed, heavy gravity spreading all around, falling toward the center below.

"Formation, formation!"

A trace of killing intent rose in Jiang Ding's heart.

Boom, boom!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth fluctuated as if boiling, various earth-attribute spells were bombing wildly, the Taiqing flying sword crisscrossed, shattering one stone spearhead after another.

The heavy gravity giant stones the size of a carriage were pierced through from the very center, the most solid place, exploding with a bang, countless gravel splashing everywhere.

However,

No matter how they were slashed and destroyed, there were still endless spells being generated, earth prisons the size of a house, stone pillars, palaces constantly forming, falling, and suppressing.

Twelve clay figure puppets were waist-cut from time to time, sword Qi destroying their cores, and at most, three puppets were destroyed by the Taiqing flying sword at the same time.

But it was completely useless.

No matter how they were destroyed, they regenerated again in an instant, without any loss.

On the contrary, under the massive loss of magic power, the deep blue sword light dimmed bit by bit.

But the killing intent became more violent, cold and icy.

"Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster!"

Han Lin was a bit terrified, unable to help but speak: "The matter is not feasible, why don't we take a step first?"

Since stepping into the cultivation world,

He hadn't encountered a second high-tier cultivator he could trust so much, without worrying about being killed and robbed if he wasn't careful, and really didn't want him to perish.

Although he was usually like this to him, without any care, this kind of habit was too rare in the cultivation world.

"You, leave, at least stay twenty miles away from here."

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Amidst the violent fluctuations of earth-attribute spells, the Taiqing flying sword hummed and trembled, revealing wisps of pale golden patterns; all spells automatically split in front of it.

Breaking the law,

Breaking the Law Immortal Gold!

"Yes!"

Han Lin was jolted, not looking back, fleeing rapidly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 226 =====