Chapter 821: Tushan, Have You Lost Your Mind?

The long-range teleportation array's light flickered in succession, traveling once more from the lands of the Three Kingdoms to the Northern Plateau, once more to the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's grasslands.

From now on, perhaps he would not need to leave so frequently.

Jiang Ding raised his head, looking into the distance.

Here, in this instant, the auras of numerous cultivators surfaced once more in his heart—dozens of Nascent Soul sword cultivators, their positions, their realms, their strength, their Gong Fa, the names of their natal flying swords…

All of these, in exhaustive detail, every last thing, as clearly as the lines on his palm.

Moreover, it was not only Nascent Soul sword cultivators—even more Jin Dan sword cultivators were crystal clear to him; they simply did not qualify to surface before him, requiring him to actively check to learn of them.

"The most recent Nascent Soul sword cultivators—require those above late-stage Nascent Soul, with high status and position, able to participate in the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's core secrets."

The demon race had come for extermination.

What frightened him even more was that when he attempted to flee with his Nascent Soul leaving his body, he was blocked by an inexplicable force; his Nascent Soul could not leave his body.

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun had no choice but to dodge on his sword, his Void Spirit sword qi hacking down ceaselessly, splitting apart one golden-feather blade-light after another, his speed incomparably swift.

"It's you!"

"Hahahaha!"

Then, a chill swept through his entire body, as if plunging into an icy abyss; the words in his mouth froze as if encased, and he could no longer speak them out.

This was perfectly normal.

If given a choice, the overwhelming majority of people would choose to cultivate their own biological children and clansmen; as long as cultivators remained human, the family lineage would never disappear.

"I am no match."

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun recognized the newcomer, overjoyed beyond measure, feeling as if he had survived a calamity: "Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun, fight these demon-race beasts alongside me; as long as we hold out a little while, my Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's reinforcements will arrive immediately."

Silk threads—sword light like willow catkins descended.

Their pupils were golden yellow; the feathers all over their bodies blazed with resplendent Jin Chong Guang, the color of divine gold, appearing solid and imperishable, like the armor of celestial gods.

Beneath the Demon Emperor species were the six great Wang Zu; within their clans, Nascent Soul cultivators emerged in great numbers, even peak Nascent Soul cultivators existed—all of them outstanding in bloodline, extraordinarily talented, standing at the pinnacle of the Western Desert demon race.

"Mere blood-food, do you think you can escape?"

After a gap of more than two hundred years, he needed to conduct another high-level investigation of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong.

The eldest among the Jin Chi Six Lords licked his lips, grinning ferociously: "The Emperor said we must capture one or two famous human Nascent Soul cultivators to raise as spirit pets; in the future, all Northern Plateau humans will be under your rule—glory, wealth, and fine materials, everything you could want."

Between these feather-shaped golden blades, natural array patterns formed spontaneously, creating a terrifying Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin killing array, incomparably sharp, causing late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators to turn pale at the sight.

The six great demon lords, late-stage cultivators, joined forces, unleashing the Golden Feather Blade Array; they came from the same clan, their affinities perfectly matched, and their might rapidly amplified, nearly approaching the peak Nascent Soul realm.

Clang!

A streak of blue-gold sword light from beyond the heavens, like silk threads, like willow catkins, flew in from the horizon, stirring no spatial ripples, drifting lightly, carried by the wind.

"Unless he can lure out six or seven human Nascent Soul cultivators for us, one by one—then we could release them."

Within the Jin Chi Wang Zu, six late-stage demon lords of the Golden-Wing demon lords always liked to act in a group, their fearsome reputation widely known.

Void Spirit sword light flickered unsteadily, drawing in the world's spiritual energy within dozens of kilometers, extracting power from space, transforming into a sword of space.

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart surged with even greater joy and excitement.

"Right, right, right, we'll talk about the next one later."

Nowadays, the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's master-disciple lineage flourished greatly, while the family lineage had waned, though it had not disappeared and still occupied an important portion.

"When the time comes, I will surely reward you handsomely!"

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun sneered, utterly ignoring him.

The eldest among the Jin Chi Six Lords sneered coldly.

"Fang,"

In a short time, Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun ceased hesitating; his magic power churned like flames, seeking to burn his dharma body, intending to flee on his sword with his Nascent Soul, returning to the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong to report.

Jiang Ding Zi murmured, tearing through space, his figure flying rapidly toward several thousand li away.

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's eyes instantly reddened; he roared furiously, drew his sword, and slashed toward that sword light ahead.

The various great powers feared the demon race greatly, but were equally wary of sword cultivators, fundamentally unable to trust a force that would suddenly use its own life to hone its sword, their hearts filled with hesitation.

These demon lords had astonishingly enormous appetites; often they would open their beaks wide in the sky and inhale, swallowing an entire Jin Dan sect—over a hundred thousand cultivators including Jin Dan cultivators—whole, turning them into blood water, becoming the finest miraculous pills for demon-race cultivators, advancing their cultivation to varying degrees.

"Fellow Daoist Tushan, you and I are both of the human race—my thanks…"

There were some results, but not many.

"No."

"Fang, your nose is quite sharp."

Apart from perhaps a very few Nascent Soul cultivators who might be spared, they would not let any Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun go.

"Flat-haired beasts, nothing more."

"Tushan!"

"Tell me, aren't you tempted?"

……

Hum!

Within dozens of li of empty space, one feather-shaped golden blade after another emerged, filling every corner, blocking Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's path of escape.

Suddenly, Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun let out a sharp cry, staring fixedly at a patch of empty space ahead.

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was horrified.

Over a hundred years ago, the family-lineage leader Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun within the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong had died under mysterious circumstances.

Ding!

A clear, melodious sword-chime spread in all directions.

"……"

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart sank.

Because, just like the Liu Dao Sect and the Gui Shan Tie family, the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong possessed a trump card...

Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun!

The Jin Chi Wang Zu is one of the six great Wang Zu of the Western Desert.

Boom!

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun spat blood and retreated violently, his aura instantly plummeting to a low ebb.

Suddenly, he paused in confusion.

"Come out!"

This was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a square face. Two hundred years ago, outside the ruins of the Luo Xu Sect, when he was still a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator, he had once attacked Jiang Ding together with Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Liu Dao Sect due to the matter of the Fiery Sun Sword Disciple and the Jin Huangyu beauty scroll, but had failed.

"Are you mad!"

Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun must possess the strength of a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator!

Among them, the supreme ruler was naturally the Ice Phoenix clan, known as the Demon Emperor bloodline.

"Enough,"

At this time, it was he who stepped forward to negotiate with various powers, the Zhengmo Alliance, the Demon-Suppressing Alliance, and even the remaining Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Darifa Sect, to jointly resist the demon race.

From time to time, people from the master-disciple faction would switch sides for various reasons, a flow that could not be cut off.

The space grew hazy, revealing six fierce cultivators with bird heads and human bodies, each with a pair of wings behind them.

"Damn it!"

No need to cultivate any array or secret technique; as long as the physical body is tempered and the timing is right, various mysterious innate abilities will arise on their own.

"After filtering through these conditions, this person can be used... his name is Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun."

He knew that although his opponent appeared arrogant and overconfident, he was actually not using his full strength, merely wearing down his magic power while drooling over his Nascent Soul.

Many years ago, intelligence had landed on the desks of the Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun of various powers, claiming that he had slain Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun and possessed at least the strength of a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator.

"Who?!!"

From then on, Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, as the leader of the master-disciple faction, began to hold power, receiving a portion of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's resources tilted toward him; this was a major reason he could advance to the Nascent Soul late stage over a hundred years.

The eldest of the Six Jin Chi Lords sneered and pointed casually.

Later, as the Tushan maids rose, the nine Nascent Soul maids suppressed the Northern Plains, rejecting the advances of all major powers; internally, it was like a black hole, no news could get out, and no one knew if they were dead or alive.

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

In the distance, a youth in green robes had appeared at some unknown time, parting the Jin Yu blade light, expression indifferent, walking toward here as if he had not noticed the six fierce Jin Chi Wang Zu demon lords.

In the Western Desert, the demon race reigns supreme.

Their clan members wear golden feathers, possess formidable physical bodies, excel in extreme speed; many Nascent Soul cultivators fleeing the Darifa Sect were chased down and killed by them, unable to escape even their Nascent Souls, swallowed alive into their bellies, and died screaming.

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's shield trembled like water waves, constantly slashed by the Jin Yu blade light, his aura beginning to weaken.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

Now, in the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, he is a figure beneath Sword Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun but above ten thousand others.

The six demon lords were late-stage demon cultivators of the same clan, with exquisite coordination, and being demon cultivators from the Wang Zu, when they surrounded and killed peers of the same stage, they were always invincible and had never been defeated.

At this moment, all the Nascent Soul cultivators of the major powers understood.

In this era, the Northern Plains were invaded by the Western Desert demon race, the Darifa Sect was destroyed, human territories were seized, hundreds of millions of humans died, and the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong hung by a thread.

Afterwards, the Xu Ling Sword, as if struck by lightning, flew backward; sword light like willow catkins pierced through space and gently landed upon Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

"It is merely the physical body; in decades or a century, the physical body can recover."

As for withstanding the attack of a massive army led by hundreds of demon lords and surviving without the sect being annihilated, Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun still had some confidence in his heart.

All are great cultivators of the late-stage demon lord realm!

"The Jin Chi Wang Zu, the Six Jin Chi Lords!"

"Xu Ling Sword Classic!"

This is one of the highest inheritances of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, recording the life-risking killing move upon it.

If not for the siege by six peer demon lords of the same clan, with three or four Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the same stage in front, he could have cut through them with a single sword strike!

The other Jin Chi demon lords spoke all at once.

"Ridiculous!"

"Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun!"

However, no matter where he went, there was only Jin Yu blade light; everywhere was like this, boundless and endless, with no end in sight.

Since the Western Desert demon race invaded, although they achieved great victories and wiped out the Darifa Sect in one stroke, many Jin Dan-level demon kings were still captured; through soul-searching, the Western Desert demon race's intelligence was obtained by the Northern Plains cultivators.

"Another one coming to die."

Several Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Darifa Sect had once had both their physical bodies and Nascent Souls swallowed clean, making the many Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Northern Plains tremble with fear, greatly afraid, and daring not to speak lightly of resisting demons.

He instantly burned his essence blood and magic power, his sword intent erupting; ignoring them, he flew frantically toward the direction of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong.

Before Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun could speak, the second of the Six Jin Chi Lords complained: "We haven't even tasted blood yet? Let's talk about the next one later."

But he believed that as long as the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong withstood the first wave of the demon race's attack, these people would cooperate; no matter how mad sword cultivators were, they were far better than the demon race.

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was well aware of this.

The target was not the demon race, but him!

"You dare!"

This is the aspect of demon cultivators that people envy.

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was well aware of this situation; he did not continue to press his advantage but stopped while ahead, winning the respect of the entire sect.

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was terrified and confused, cursing loudly: "Even if we have a grudge, why do you not join hands with me to kill the demon race first, then fight to the death!"

The youth in green robes in the distance ignored him and looked at the six demon lords.

(End of this chapter)

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