Chapter 175: Forty-Nine Overlapping Mountains

The barbarians cannot sense the Heavenly Dao, and the Realm of Merging with the Dao may be able to fight against the general realm without losing.

But among those who came at this time, there were thirteen barbarian kings in the soldier realm, as well as countless barbarians in the upper general realm.

The power and explosive force brought by the tempered physical body, including the increase of innate talents, are far from what the weak physical body can compare to.

Under the night, the cold moon hung high.

The outline of the Ten Thousand Mountains was looming in the distant mist, looking boundless.

The eight king-general barbarians in the Eastern Theater came with monstrous flames, and instantly collided with the Immortal Sect elders who soared into the sky, setting off a surging wind and waves, rushing straight into the sky.

They originally planned to shake off the pursuers here and then detour to the northwest, but as the powerful pursuers arrived, shaking off the pursuers was already impossible.

Thus, the original route became the best route.

Because since it has been exposed, then which route is no longer important. The shortest one is the one with the lowest risk.

Go straight north from here, that is the dividing line between the Demon race and the barbarian race, stretching for a thousand miles.

The barbarians dare not send a large number of troops to set foot there, because that dividing line represents the face of the Demon race. In this critical moment when war is about to start, face may look like nothing, but sometimes it is an important factor affecting balance.

At this time, Ji You summoned a ray of spiritual light from the storage gourd, put on the heart-protecting mirror he bought at a huge price from others, and his heart was still thumping.

That arrow just now was too dangerous, almost making many people in the nine continents feel heartfelt joy...

And also making many women almost have no husband in their hearts.

He landed on the carriage shaft, looked at the Spirit Sword Mountain elder who was fighting with the barbarian king in the soldier realm. That bright sword energy was even more powerful than his own sword, and the sword intent was even more boiling.

It seems that after the mission list was determined, the little Appraisal Master of Spirit Sword Mountain went out of seclusion halfway again and sent a protector...

Brother Brother Gongshu Chou landed on the carriage shaft at this time, recovering while panting, and looked up at his own elder Yan Chuan.

"Why would Elder Yan save you?"

"Because Elder Yan is very kind."

"?"

Brother Brother Gongshu Chou looked at him, unable to believe it at all.

Could it be that Elder Yan Chuan was invited by Junior Sister Ding Yao?

Although Ding Yao's realm is not high and she has no noble family background, because she is the maid of the Appraisal Master and has been treated as a sister by the Appraisal Master since childhood, her status is very high in an invisible way...

Brother Brother Gongshu Chou's brow wrinkled, and he couldn't help but shake his head. He felt that with Ding Yao's status, even if it were higher, it seemed impossible to invite a Boundless Realm elder.

It's really strange...

This Ji You is clearly a Heavenly Tian Shuyuan disciple, but he is closer to their Spirit Sword Mountain, as if he has some relatives on the mountain.

"Sect prestige..."

Brother Brother Gongshu Chou narrowed his eyes: "Not bad, still sect prestige!"

Ji You is the one who can cause the most trouble in the whole world, and when he causes trouble, he uses their Spirit Sword Mountain's Sword Dao. If he lives, he can cause more and more trouble, and the gold content of Spirit Sword Mountain's Sword Dao will also become higher and higher.

Spirit Sword Mountain, really understands me.

Ji You didn't know that Brother Brother Gongshu Chou was pondering the gold content, but stood on the carriage shaft, looking at the rear with a wrinkled brow.

The flames of war in the pursuit were continuous, and the hurricane stirred up by the galloping airflow made the barbarian wilderness change color, making the carriage clatter.

The Immortal Sect elders held all methods, fighting and retreating, while those kings in the soldier realm and upper generals constantly dived, relying on strong aura to resist spells and Sword Dao.

But as the carriage train galloped forward continuously, a scorching figure suddenly rushed toward the carriage train fiercely.

With a loud bang, the whole carriage began to tremble violently.

A barbarian king in the soldier realm, scorching like fire, directly shook the ground with both fists, and the entire left-wing carriage was overturned to the ground.

Suddenly, everyone saw a figure being directly torn apart, blood splashing into the sky, and the surging flames reflected the cruel and hideous face of that barbarian king in the soldier realm.

"So strong..."

With a clang, the sound of swords rose everywhere.

Jiang Chenfeng and others got up and went up, directly forcing back the four upper general realm barbarians who followed, but that imposing king in the soldier realm had no one to block him at this moment.

Immortal Sect prodigies only fight battles that don't die.

Those who came for the position of personal disciple, or those who came for the family, the most clear point in their hearts is that if they die, there is nothing left.

With a bang, the iron fist of the barbarian king in the soldier realm pressed down, and the arrogant energy directly rushed toward the center of the carriage train.

However, this punch did not fall, but was fiercely blocked by an iron knife.

The elder of the Chen family immortal clan broke free at this time, and the surging aura directly slashed that king in the soldier realm back.

But the king in the soldier realm who was blocked by him earlier got a gap at this moment, and the whole body's energy splashed and whistled, like a burning meteor, fiercely rushing toward the middle carriage train.

Seeing this scene, Peng Dongyang, the supervisor of the Immortal Supervision Bureau, turned pale.

The human race and the barbarian race have been blocked by the Northern Territory city wall for a thousand years, and the understanding between them is not enough.

Originally thought that having a Boundless Realm to escort was safe enough, but still underestimated the danger of this trip, just like they underestimated the strictness of the barbarian military discipline earlier.

If this trip could have a few practitioners in the Spirit Travel Realm, or perfection of the Upper Five Realms...

It's a pity that those characters are heavy weapons regarded as the foundation by the Immortal Sects and noble families. Even a thousand-year noble family doesn't have a few, so they won't move easily.

In their view, if the Demon-Barbarian alliance is not formed, but their own foundation experts are damaged and swallowed, it is better to let the Demon-Barbarian alliance form.

In fact, their Immortal Supervision Bureau also requested a hundred times before inviting a Boundless Realm of the Chen family immortal clan.

If it weren't for Spirit Sword Mountain taking the initiative to send another Boundless Realm to help, they might not even be able to walk to this place...

Boom!

The fist energy like a surging sea rushed over, and the reflection in Peng Dongyang's eyes expanded rapidly.

But just at this moment, a figure suddenly soared into the air from the carriage in the last row, directly blocking in front of the iron fist. The thin body was simply weak and unbearable in

Under a heavy sound like a collapsing mountain, the barbarian soldier king's fist momentum was directly severed, but the waves of earth stirred up by the violent fist Qi began to surge wildly in all directions.

At the same time, the figure who had blocked the punch was blasted away like a cannonball through a barrel, falling heavily in front of the advancing convoy like a broken kite.

Seeing this scene, Yan Chuan of Spirit Sword Mountain felt his eyes split, and his entire head began to buzz.

Meanwhile, the twelve geniuses, including Jiang Chenfeng, who had temporarily forced back the barbarian generals, also widened their eyes, a flash of disbelief flickering within them.

What for?!

But at this moment, the shaft of the lead diplomatic carriage was suddenly grabbed by a hand, and then a figure leaped into the carriage, his panting breath echoing continuously within.

Ji You's complexion was somewhat pale, a wisp of fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The mirror hanging over his heart, which could "withstand a full-force strike from the Realm of Responding to Heaven," had shattered for the most part, and its surface had become dull and lusterless.

Damn it, money is never spent in vain!

Just thinking about the price of this heart-protecting mirror made his miserly heart ache with agony.

Sitting inside the carriage at this moment were three envoys: Wang Mingchang, Yu Shuheng, and Lu Ming.

Because they were nearing the Snow Region, the temperature here was dropping rapidly. They were wrapped in thick winter clothes, staring blankly at him, a trace of confusion emerging in their murky eyes.

"Young Master Ji...?"

Ji You reached out and grabbed Wang Mingchang: "Do you really have the ability to persuade the Demon Emperor not to form an alliance with the barbarians?"

Wang Mingchang swallowed: "We will use all our strength..."

"I don't know what price the Great Xia has prepared, or what the seven great Xian Sects are willing to offer to appease the demon race, but you are professionals at playing with words, so you will definitely be able to persuade them, right?"

Yu Shuheng clenched his fists: "If we don't succeed, we would rather die."

Ji You looked at the three of them: "Actually, if I ran by myself, I would have a chance to escape back, but I have always been afraid that if a war really broke out, a small Realm of Profound Understanding like me would truly be able to do nothing, so I don't mind dying here, but you had better keep your word."

Wang Mingchang looked at him, raising his trembling hands: "Young Master Ji is already an immortal... why go this far?"

"I got carried away, so I'm not being very rational..."

"This old man has never seen a cultivator like Young Master Ji before..."

"In a while, those geniuses will sigh the same way, if that barbarian throws another punch."

Ji You released Wang Mingchang and reached out to take the medicine box sent by the Pill Sect siblings. Following the instructions, he took out an elixir and swallowed it, feeling a massive surge of Qi rampaging through his body as his spiritual sense and physical strength began to recover rapidly.

Once the medicinal power dissolved, he took out the spirit stones from his storage gourd, shattered them all with one punch, absorbed all the spiritual energy released from the stones into his body, and then vaulted onto the roof of the carriage.

Because their tracks had been exposed, the convoy now had a "break the pot" mentality, flying at full speed toward the nearest border line.

With his eyesight, he could already see the city at the border, and behind the city was a vast expanse of white.

Ji You took out his bow and arrows again, drew the string, shot a warhorse of the barbarian pursuers with a hum, and walked toward the rear of the carriage.

At this moment, the Xian Sect geniuses were clashing with the barbarian generals, causing air currents to splash and dust to fly.

Bright sword Qi, wildly dancing techniques, and the explosive sounds of clashing against powerful physiques echoed continuously.

The most intense battlefield was at the very rear, where the elders of the six great Xian Sects waved their hands to unleash mystical techniques, forcefully intercepting the thirteen soldier kings. As their auras clashed, the night boiled, and the spiritual energy here was almost drained by their breathing.

Yan Qiubai had previously said that the barbarian realm's improvement only enhanced their physical body, strength, and innate talents.

But as long as one's strength is great enough, it can also break through techniques.

Therefore, the six elders working together to resist the thirteen soldier kings was not as effortless as imagined; that previous punch happened because someone had broken through the encirclement.

And with the barbarian's heavy and powerful offensive, the blockades set up by the elders with techniques and sword Dao were broken through once again.

A barbarian soldier king who had killed his way into the night sky leaped up, his fist Qi so overwhelming that everyone's expression changed at that moment, as if they were looking at a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Jiang Chenfeng slashed back a barbarian of the general realm with one sword: "We can't hold them off anymore; the barbarian pursuit is far beyond the judgment of the Immortal Supervision Bureau!"

Jiang Yan couldn't help but look back: "We'll be at Hailongcheng soon; that's the boundary line between the demon and barbarian races!"

"We can't all die here, retreat quickly!"

Before the words could fall, Huo Hong stepped into the air first.

He had already crushed all his spirit stones earlier, and at this moment, his spiritual essence was full.

Hailongcheng was right before his eyes; by abandoning everything now, he could rush into the city at top speed and seize the chance to escape.

And the so-called retreat meant that these cultivators would retreat alone; as for the diplomatic mission, they would have to fend for themselves—it was better than all of them dying here.

Under the night sky where dawn was about to break, fist intent roared across the sky, falling fiercely toward the carriages loaded with the diplomatic mission.

But unexpectedly, following a sudden sound of sword whistling, that wild fist Qi was once again intercepted in mid-air.

Jiang Yan and Yan Qiubai were suddenly stunned. Looking forward, they saw countless sword lights rising into the air—one, two... a full forty-nine spirit swords, their sword intent soaring to the sky.

And amidst the dancing wind and waves, Ji You's pupils shone with brilliant golden light, and then he lifted a sky-filling sword dragon into the air.

Sword Qi boiled continuously at this moment.

His white robes danced wildly, whipped by the air currents.

Ji You's mouth spilled another wisp of fresh blood, staining his silver teeth red, looking somewhat ferocious.

The action of force is mutual; during the Autumn Tournament, he had only used the Seven-Fold Mountain, but at this moment, these forty-nine sword Qi, heavy as mountains, had already pressed his hand bones until they creaked.

In silence, a roaring sound echoed through the universe. The forty-nine Dao swords crashed down upon the barbarian soldier king realm. Caught off guard, the barbarian soldier king was fiercely struck away by the heavy sword Dao and was heavily slashed in the chest by Yan Chuan, who came roaring in with his sword.

At this moment, Ji You landed on the carriage roof with a "bang," one foot kicking through the wooden board beneath him and sinking straight in.

His hands were trembling violently, his skin so red it seemed as if blood were about to seep out.

He had used fifty-seven swords at the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan, but he had been using ordinary sword moves; he had never used Dao swords in this way before. At this moment, the backlash of the Qi force penetrated his body, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood...

Jiang Yan, Yan Qiubai, and those geniuses who had already decided to retreat suddenly stopped, looking at that figure with faces full of horror.

【Dao Sword: Forty-Nine Fold Mountain】

Broken swords filled the sky, clattering as they fell.

At this moment, the diplomatic carriages that hadn't been smashed rushed toward the city before them, the sound of hooves crunching on the snow.

Hailongcheng was very dilapidated, built entirely of yellow earth and stones; except for a boundary marker, there were broken walls and ruins everywhere.

And with the sound of the carriages whistling continuously, some demon race members had already poked their heads out here.

Seeing this scene, those barbarian soldier kings suddenly stopped, their ferocious faces filled with anger.

Who was that guy?

Especially the soldier king who had been knocked away by the sudden Dao swords; he had subsequently been struck by Yan Chuan's sword, his chest already torn and bloody, but his killing intent was even more surging. Staring at the figure on the last carriage, he clenched his iron fists, his mouth emitting a clattering sound.

It was already the time of dawn, and the deep night was gradually beginning to turn white.

On the vast white earth, there was biting cold wind everywhere, sharp as a knife, but the diplomatic carriages continued to gallop until daybreak.

Several of the horses pulling the carriages collapsed to the ground with a clatter, their heads lying on the ground, their large nostrils panting frantically.

Finally, the panting became slower and slower, but it wasn't because they had caught their breath; they simply ceased to breathe, their eyes slowly closing.

Because they knew early on that exposure might lead to a long-distance raid, these horses had been fed Immortal Hemp Grass.

This spiritual medicine could allow horses to run without fatigue, but once they stopped, all the exhaustion would rush in at once, completely crushing them.

This actually couldn't be considered cruel, because humans used this medicine on themselves as well.

For example, when Chu He used to contemplate the Little Little Tian Shu for nights on end, the pills he used contained ingredients of this Immortal Hemp Grass.

At this time, the diplomatic mission entered this decaying earth city, lit bonfires on the flat ground, and everyone held their breath, drawing spiritual energy back into their bodies for replenishment.

There were casualties among the envoys.

When the barbarian soldier king's first punch came, although it was blocked, it also shattered the magical artifact protecting the carriage.

At the time, no one knew how many arrows had pierced the carriage. It wasn't until daybreak that they noticed the rear carriage was soaked in blood, and no sound had come from it since they stopped.

Tu Xu had been hit by an arrow, his body pierced through.

Such superficial wounds were actually nothing to a cultivator, but that strong Qi force had penetrated directly into his body, leaving him hanging by a thread.

But in the end, they had managed to step into the Snow Region.

A long time later, the red sun rose through the mist, but it didn't bring much warmth, only making the world a little brighter.

The Xian Sect geniuses, having recovered their breath, opened their eyes one by one. They were silent for a long time, finally looking toward the man leaning against the charcoal fire with his eyes tightly shut. Their minds were filled with that sky-filling roar of the 【Forty-Nine Fold Mountain】, and they were unable to recover for a long time.

【He didn't draw his sword; he beat them to death with his fists】

This was what they had heard from Jiang Yan and Yan Qiubai at the beginning of the night raid, when Ji You had killed two barbarian upper-soldier realm warriors with his sword.

Actually, when they heard this, many people didn't believe it.

But what happened afterward told them that it didn't matter whether they believed it or not.

Because Ji You had used a magical artifact to withstand a punch from a barbarian soldier king and was still jumping around.

That artifact was indeed extraordinary, but it was never meant to be used that way...

The so-called "withstand a full-force strike from the Realm of Responding to Heaven" refers to use on someone in the Realm of Merging with the Dao, not that it works for any realm. The most terrifying thing was that the soldier king wasn't at the Responding to Heaven level at all, but the Boundless level.

If not for that, they wouldn't have been able to break through the barriers set by the elders.

So when that fierce punch struck, apart from the power blocked by the heart-protecting mirror, the remaining force was all borne by him alone.

And what surprised them even more was the forty-nine Dao swords that soared into the sky at the end, which had actually slashed a soldier king who was ready to strike, sending him flying.

The female cultivators here, such as Jiang Yan, Yan Qiubai, Jiang Yuerou, and even Xiao Hanyan, had the figure lifting the sky-filling sword dragon deeply imprinted in their minds at this moment. Every time they recalled it, they felt their Dao hearts could not find peace.

They had cultivated for years; in their families and within the Xian Sects, they had seen many other cultivators, but they had never seen a person like this...

A private cultivator by origin, sword-killing the Realm of Merging with the Dao, hand-to-hand fighting barbarians, and sword-slashing a soldier king.

"Actually, humans do have body-refining techniques, and when combined with elixirs, they can reach an inconceivable strength."

"They say Ji You never takes elixirs."

"That's just what is claimed publicly..."

After Jiang Chenfeng finished speaking with a slight curl of his lips, he glanced at Jiang Yan. The trace of disdain he had forced out suddenly vanished, and he fell into silence.

Because he knew that even with body-refining techniques and elixirs, it was impossible to reach this level of strength.

And the most critical point wasn't that; it was the final forty-nine swords.

When he felt it from afar, he knew that he absolutely could not have blocked those forty-nine swords himself.

Back in Fengzhou, when Brother Brother Gongshu Chou went around telling everyone that Ji You had once sword-slashed a Realm of Merging with the Dao, he had been extremely disdainful, constantly stating that the Realm of Merging with the Dao who tempered their realm with time in the Immortal Manor didn't count, and even saying that he could do it himself when he was in the Realm of Profound Understanding.

Until those forty-nine swords slashed back the barbarian soldier king, it was like a slap fiercely striking his own face.

Yan Qiubai spoke softly at this moment, her mind filled with the punch that had torn through the night sky earlier: "Is he not afraid of death?"

"If he were afraid of death, he wouldn't have followed..."

"He and Spirit Sword Mountain...?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but open their mouths, remembering the scene in the carriage earlier, and looked at Yan Qiubai in unison.

Actually, after these days of getting along, they all roughly understood the past of Ji You, knowing that although he was a disciple of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan, he had never been favored by the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan.

In fact, many people wished he would die here.

When that arrow was shot earlier, Elder Ge of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan didn't even move, which just confirmed that saying.

The biggest difference between this Ji You and them wasn't that his realm was lower, but that he had never had anyone to protect him.

Actually, this point explains why he wasn't afraid of his spiritual sense being restricted and why he had to cultivate his physical body.

A private cultivator from the countryside, with no one to protect him, often has to face life-and-death situations, so naturally, he needs more means to save his life.

But no one expected that an elder of Spirit Sword Mountain would step in to protect him, and even when he was dragged down by the barbarian soldier king, seeing Ji You blasted away by a punch, he was nearly driven mad.

It was as if this Elder Yan Chuan hadn't come to escort the diplomatic mission at all, but specifically to escort him.

Could it be that he was Yan Chuan's illegitimate son, with an experience similar to Huo Hong's, unable to acknowledge each other due to circumstances, so he had to protect him in secret?

But as soon as this thought occurred, everyone couldn't help but recall the slight bow Yan Chuan made after taking that arrow.

That wasn't the posture of an elder toward a junior, but more like the posture of a subordinate toward a master...

Yan Qiubai was stared at by everyone, but she couldn't provide any answer.

She only knew that Spirit Sword Mountain and the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan were not on good terms; the day they received the decree from the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan, their Heavenly Jianfeng lineage had almost all shown an attitude of disdain.

Especially since Lingzhou is located at the southernmost part of the Nine Provinces; even if the barbarian and demon races really invaded the Cold Iron Pass, it might not necessarily have much impact on their Spirit Sword Mountain.

So at first, the sect only thought about sending a few people symbolically to deal with it.

But who knew that on the day of departure, she discovered that the Profound Jianfeng had sent a Boundless Realm expert to follow, and he hadn't been on the list at the beginning.

As far as she could see, the only one who could dispatch a Boundless Realm elder was the Little Inspector, who had to call her "cousin" according to seniority. But the problem was that the Inspector had gone into seclusion early on, even saying that he would not come out until he reached the Boundless Realm.

Yan Qiubai pursed her lips, feeling that if she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it anymore.

Then her beautiful eyes couldn't help but turn slightly, looking at the figure lying behind the charcoal fire, thinking to herself whether she should go take a look.

Actually, at her age, it was time to find a Dao companion; asking Jiang Yan about Dao companions and offspring on the way here was actually because she had developed some thoughts.

Yan Qiubai stood up, smoothed her skirt, and gathered her hair, intending to walk over gracefully, but discovered that two figures had already walked over a step ahead of her: it was Jiang Yan and Jiang Yuerou, even more graceful than her.

(End of chapter)