Novel Full Chapter 514
Chapter 514: Chapter 40: The Eerie Blood Saber, Nearly Capsizing Chapter 514: Chapter 40: The Eerie Blood Saber, Nearly Capsizing Ling Yunpo halted his hand and looked at the ground around him, which was almost in complete disarray.
After Core Formation, his True Yuan had also increased nearly a hundredfold.
Originally, using Tai Xiao Thunder once would drain most of his True Yuan.
Now, however, he could afford to squander it freely.
“Be careful, someone is approaching,” Kunlun Mirror suddenly warned.
“Got it.” Ling Yunpo turned around, and the Green Duckweed Sword suddenly sprang out, repelling the blood-colored Flying Sword that was attacking from a distance.
Three monks quickly advanced to his front, and one was seen holding a skull mala, another wielding a blood-stained scimitar, while the last, bare-handed, had a familiar face-it was Gu Lie, the old monk who had previously explored the Mirror Lake Divine Palace in the Southern Border with Wei Dongliu.
“A Shushan Cultivator?” The mala monk asked, frowning.
“A Golden Core True Person!” The expression of the monk with the blood saber suddenly changed.
“Run!” Although Gu Lie was the last to speak up, he retreated faster than anyone else-because when he had dashed over earlier, he had intentionally lagged behind to let his two junior brothers lead the way.
Ling Yunpo couldn’t be bothered to say more; the Green Duckweed Sword shot towards the nearest mala monk.
That monk quickly took the skull mala off his neck and hurled it towards him with force.
The mala spun in the air, whistling like a vajra wheel, and suddenly looped towards the Green Duckweed Sword.
Ling Yunpo changed his Sword technique, and his robust True Yuan surged violently into the Green Duckweed, suddenly activating the fourth level of Daoist Magic sealed within the sword.
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After ascending to the Soul Storing Rank of the Golden Core Realm, he could now employ the fourth level of Daoist Magic sealed within Green Duckweed Sword, which was called “Chaotic Waterfall Piercing Cloud Ravine.”
A massive amount of water burst out upon the blade of the Green Duckweed Sword, gushing out like a great waterfall in all directions.
In an instant, it swept the skull mala to who knows where.
Ling Yunpo flipped his palm, and immediately a sky full of snowflakes descended from the sky.
The third level Daoist Magic on the Green Duckweed Sword, “North Wind Rolls White Feathers.” Each snowflake was a sliver of Sword Qi.
The vast amount of drifting Sword Qi nearly scared the three monks to the point of wetting themselves.
Gu Lie reacted the fastest; he swallowed an Elixir, clapped his hands together, burrowed headfirst into the ground, and immediately disappeared from sight.
Ling Yunpo watched clearly from behind: after swallowing the Elixir, a hump suddenly rose on his back, which must be the very rare “mimicry of a mole fish” from the arcane arts-by consuming an Elixir containing the flesh and blood of a mole fish, one obtains temporary abilities of Earth Escape and underground breathing, thus able to evade a large number of attacks that cannot penetrate rock layers.
As Gu Lie was the first to escape the combat, the other two monks immediately started cursing in rage.
After all, a companion’s death spares one’s own; with one less person on the battlefield, the chances of the two being attacked significantly increased.
Seeing his skull mala gone, the mala monk could only bellow in anger and spur on his Cultivation power recklessly.
As his True Yuan surged, his figure suddenly expanded several zhang in height, transforming into an appearance with three heads and six arms, a form from the Asura Path called “Immovable Ming King.”
In his six arms, he wielded six different weapons, and before Ling Yunpo could make them out distinctly, they moved with lightning speed, chopping away the nearby snowflake Sword Qi one by one.
The monk with the Blood Saber, seeing no way out, promptly raised the Blood Saber into the air, mumbling words under his breath.
The Dharma Body of the Ming King with three heads and six arms, though appearing mighty, could not stand the sheer number of snowflake Sword Qi around him; in just a few breaths, it penetrated through the interception of the weapons and invaded inside.
One blow, two blows, and then countless wounds opened one after another, causing the Ming King Dharma Body such pain that it wished for death, and finally revealed a weakness.
The Green Duckweed Sword pierced through the throat with a single strike, sending three good heads spurting blood as they soared into the air.
The monk with the Blood Saber, greatly alarmed, quickly pointed his hand towards Ling Yunpo, and the blood saber in the air suddenly vanished.
Ling Yunpo’s heart stirred, a sense of imminent danger overwhelming him, and he promptly executed the Cloud-Parting Eight Trigrams Step.
As his figure disappeared from the spot, the Blood Saber flashed out from behind his afterimage, aiming for his heart-piercing nothing but air.
If he had reacted any slower, he would have been struck immediately!
Ling Yunpo’s heart flared with rage, and his feet flickered in succession until he appeared beside the Green Duckweed Sword, grasping the hilt with one hand and spinning rapidly.
Just as the Blood Saber reemerged from behind him, Ling Yunpo wielding the Green Duckweed Sword slashed down and “ding” it broke into two pieces.
As the Blood Saber was destroyed, the sorcerer monk spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering from some sort of mystic backlash that transmitted along connected Qi, inflicting serious injury on the monk.
Ling Yunpo then pointed his hand again, and the Thunder Punishment Sword shot out like lightning, piercing through the chest of the Blood Saber monk.
The battle was over.
Ling Yunpo looked at the two bodies, feeling rather frustrated.
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Having become a Golden Core True Person himself, fighting against two juniors of the Refining Mansion rank, he almost capsized in the gutter?
Just what on earth was that Blood Saber!
“It seems to be some sort of Qi mechanism lock,” the Green Duckweed Sword analyzed, “Do you know the Seven-Arrow Nail Head Scripture?
This Blood Saber is a super simplified version of that, using a similar mechanism.”
“It also comes with short-distance spatial movement,” the Kunlun Mirror added, “I should remind you, this Blood Saber does not seem to be an ordinary Magic Artifact.”
“Of course I know that!” Ling Yunpo said sullenly.
It wasn’t that he was boasting about himself, but it just so happened that they encountered him, a Golden Core True Person.
If it had been any other Shushan True Person without information, and they were watched from afar by the Blood Saber monk, with the Blood Saber appearing behind them for a stab, wouldn’t it be a certain death?
No matter if you’re Foundation Establishment or Golden Core, you couldn’t save yourself!
Ling Yunpo, after all, was skilled in Formation, and with Linghu Chu, his senior brother skilled in Sword Casting, he could confirm that within his current knowledge, he had never seen such a bizarre Magic Artifact as the Blood Saber…
If there were several more of such artifacts in possession of the Demon Cult’s Six Paths, used exclusively to behead the righteous, there would be no need to fight a war between good and evil anymore!
Carefully collecting the fragments of the Blood Saber, Ling Yunpo planned to analyze them later with Luo Yan-oh, his senior brother Linghu Chu had gone to face the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation, so he would take them to Elder Shi Ding for study!
Without hesitation, he took to the skies with Sword Control, flying swiftly in the direction of Shushan.
Soon after, two dark clouds approached high above and descended around the bodies of the two monks.
The bodies were surrounded by several vultures, nearly half-eaten already.
Green lightning shot out from within the dark clouds, killing all of the vultures.
Gu Lie emerged from the dispersing black clouds, went over to the body of the Blood Saber monk, and swiftly checked his belongings.
“Great Reverend Master,” he said solemnly, handing over the Storage Bag, “the Mysterious Responding Divine Saber is gone.”
Another monk stepped out of the dark cloud, took the Storage Bag to check for a moment, and in a rage, cast out a green lightning bolt that brutally threw Gu Lie to the ground, his face splitting open with a large gash, drenched in blood.
Gu Lie then clumsily got up and knelt on the ground, remaining silent.
The monk tried to calm his fury and after a long while, he said:
“Describe that person’s appearance, build, and the characteristics of his Cultivation Technique, one by one, to me.”
“Yes,” Gu Lie promptly searched his memory and began to describe Ling Yunpo’s appearance.
At this moment, if An Zhisu were standing here, she would immediately recognize:
The elderly monk with a face full of wrinkles and a sinister expression was none other than the Great Reverend Master of the Asura Path, Mo Kong, the ringleader who led the ambush against Su Jian years ago!