Chapter 528: The Immortal, Indestructible Sword Intent

Cluster Heavy Artillery Bombardment Killing Cultivators Main Text Volume Chapter 560: The Immortal Sword Intent "Grand Master Shuoyang..."

Jiang Ding silently repeated the name in his heart.

"I wonder if this person is still alive after ten thousand years, and what attainments he has reached on the Dao of Cause and Effect?"

Not bad.

The ancestor of many families of the Northern Plains, the founding patriarch who revived the Luoxu Sect and led it to its peak — if nothing unexpected happened, it should be the same person.

It's just unknown why, over ten thousand years ago, Canghai Tianjun chose to destroy the Luoxu Sect, filling every surviving sect in the Northern Plains with his own descendants, successfully usurping them.

The Liu Dao Sect, perhaps ten thousand years ago was not like this, purely composed of the six great clans of Yin, Hei, and so on.

After spending some time, the search of the Disciple Peak was completed.

"What a pity, not the slightest clue of immortal arts…"

Jiang Ding sighed softly, rose and flew toward the Luoxu Sect's library pavilion, where the likelihood of finding clues of immortal arts was higher.

Behind him,

a smear of blood shadow slowly followed, silently spreading from his feet.

Extremely bizarre.

Clearly the blood shadow was bright red and foul-smelling, and should have been visible from several kilometers away, yet it irresistibly made one overlook it, turning a blind eye.

Divine sense, eyes, mouth and nose, touch — all five senses were deceived and obscured, as if it completely did not exist.

The blood shadow spread from his feet, climbed to his waist, then unhurriedly climbed up to his spine, neck, and then to the back of his head, slowly spreading over his entire skull.

Seen from afar, it looked like a scarlet hand wrapping around the skull of an ordinary-looking youth, covering even his mouth, nose, and eyes.

Strangely, the youth seemed completely unaware, still flying, occasionally furrowing his brow slightly as he pondered something.

"Done."

Xue Shou Ren Mo Li Tu relaxed inwardly.

After advancing to Jin Dan, the spell he chose to merge into his Jin Dan and sublimate into a divine ability was called the Heaven-Covering Blood River Hand.

This was a secret spell of the Modaoda Sect, the Blood River Sect, which had flourished ten thousand years ago. Not only was its power formidable, able to absorb the fresh blood of cultivators and mortals for refinement and enhancement, after sublimating into a divine ability, it also carried the effect of the 'Spider Web Heaven-Secret Guide'.

Anyone gradually wrapped by the blood jade palm without noticing would be dragged into the blood palm, unknowingly having their magic power and divine soul sealed, turning a Jin Dan cultivator into a lamb awaiting slaughter, life and death decided in a single thought.

The name Xue Shou Ren Mo came from this palm; countless Jin Dan cultivators of Northern Plains families were assassinated by this art, unable to even resist.

Moreover, Li Tu inwardly determined that if a Nascent Soul old monster allowed the Heaven-Covering Blood River Hand to wrap around him, he would certainly be able to gravely wound him, thereby having hope of accomplishing the feat of slaying above his rank.

Now, facing a Jin Dan, naturally there was nothing to worry about.

"Fellow Tushan sword cultivator, your strength is also not bad, able to slay the Ram-Horn General and over thirty Jin Dan cultivators without letting them send out messages."

"It's only a pity you don't recognize the will of heaven, and are destined to suffer this tribulation."

Xue Shou Ren Mo Li Tu sneered, the blood jade palm wrapping the skull slightly tightened, making the skull creak and slightly twist and deform, and said indifferently: "According to Big Brother's instructions, if you can evade my ambush, you are qualified to be invited by us to become the Third General of Blood Cloud, bestowed the name Blood Sword General."

"Now, however, you fall a little short."

Li Tu's voice turned cold: "Release your divine sense, let me leave a divine sense restriction, serve as a slave for three hundred years, and you may live.

After three hundred years, I will let you go, and bestow Nascent Soul cultivation methods and Nascent Soul opportunities."

"Otherwise, die."

"Fellow Daoist Tushan, I'll give you three breaths of time to make your choice."

There was no response at all.

Li Tu didn't mind; most famous figures had pride, and it was unrealistic to expect them to beg for mercy, but when truly facing life and death, weighing pride against life, many people would compromise.

If they won't compromise, then they won't compromise.

Three breaths passed in an instant, enough for a Jin Dan cultivator to think it over hundreds or thousands of times.

"Fellow Daoist Tushan, you truly have extraordinary backbone."

Li Tu praised, and the blood palm suddenly tightened, clenching inward into a fist.

"Then die."

Boom!

The skull shattered, countless bone fragments and bits of flesh spraying in all directions.

"What a pity about that fine sword…"

Li Tu was not without regret; a vortex formed in the blood palm, and the blood foam and bone fragments splattered around returned, absorbing the essence within. The bones and blood of a sword-intent sword cultivator would surely allow his blood palm's refinement to reach a higher level.

"No blood essence?"

He suddenly froze, looking at his own palm.

The bone dregs and rotten flesh reeking of blood collapsed into specks of spiritual light, scattering in all directions — nothing, nothing at all.

"Not good…"

Xue Shou Ren Mo Li Tu was startled in horror, about to shout something from his mouth, when his chest suddenly ached sharply.

He looked down,

a section of silver-white sword tip had somehow appeared on his chest, piercing flesh and blood, running his heart through.

Even more terrifying, a vicious, soul-destroying and magic-eradicating sword qi instantly flowed through his entire body, pouncing toward his Jin Dan, bones, meridians, and even any place with vitality such as his hair and teeth.

"Spare me!"

"Fellow Daoist Tushan, I was merely playing around."

Xue Shou Ren Mo's face was a mix of crying and laughing, utterly bitter.

Boom!

His body exploded violently, turning into drops of bright red blood droplets flying in all directions, densely packed, numbering as many as thirty thousand. The surroundings were like a Hua Xue Yu, and every blood droplet's aura was identical.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to distinguish them in an extremely short time.

Blood droplets!

This was a blood-path escape technique he had obtained together with the Sky-Covering Blood River Palm during a fortuitous encounter. Relying on this method, he had once escaped from a Nascent Soul cultivator, becoming renowned across the Northern Plains and earning the honorific Blood-Handed Human Demon.

"Flashy nonsense."

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword, didn't spare a glance at the surrounding blood rain, picked up the storage bag, concealed his figure once more, vanished without a trace, and continued on his way.

For him, naturally, there was none of Li Tu's hundred-and-thousand-turns of thought. He had long since seen the other's appearance, but was too lazy to pay attention, unwilling to waste time, because there was no value in it.

Only when the other delivered himself at the end did he casually deliver a sword strike.

Several breaths later, the tens of thousands of blood droplets that had already flown several thousand meters abruptly halted. On the centerline of every single blood droplet was a silvery-white sword scar.

At this moment, sword qi erupted, obliterating all vitality.

Streaks of white ash fluttered and drifted, scattering across the sky — a magnificent spectacle.

"Hm?"

Jiang Ding, who had already moved more than ten li away from the original spot and was concealed in the low sky, paused, a trace of surprise and doubt appearing on his face.

Several breaths ago, he had already slain Blood-Handed Human Demon Li Tu, and had destroyed the other's divine soul and Jin Dan, as well as the cockroach-like blood-path flesh body — not a single trace left behind.

This was beyond doubt.

No Jin Dan cultivator could evade the perception of the Destruction Sword Intent.

But now, a strand of Destruction Sword Intent had suddenly appeared at a place over two thousand kilometers away, clinging like an ulcer to the bone to a certain being's divine soul, and a blood-path aura similar to Blood-Handed Human Demon Li Tu's was emanating from the surroundings.

"Resurrection technique…"

"How interesting."

Jiang Ding's expression was cold as he looked toward a spot over two thousand kilometers away.

Once tainted by the Destruction Sword Intent, it would be to the death — at least for those below Nascent Soul. Neither death nor destruction could erase it; it would directly parasitize deep within the divine soul's sea of consciousness, and no resurrection secret art could block it.

Only death.

Or else, possessing a blood spirit sacred body like Mu Tianxue's, with a dao body talent to block it.

Obviously, although the Blood Cloud Eighteen Riders possessed astonishing fortune, they did not have such a method.