Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

As time passed, the sword cultivator's breathing gradually became steady and his face slowly regained some color. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Li Mu who was guarding him.

"Li...Elder Li?" he called weakly, with a hint of surprise and gratitude in his eyes.

"It's alright, you report to the sect! I'll go and support Master Feng Jian!"

Li Mu looked at the sword cultivator who had achieved the divine transformation, and signaled him to rest assured.

Before he finished speaking, Li Mu's figure flashed and disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a trace of aftershocks, foreshadowing his extraordinary strength and his urgent mood at the moment.

Watching Li Mu disappear without a trace, the sword cultivator opened his eyes wide in disbelief, secretly marveling in his heart. The unfathomable nature of Elder Li disappeared within the range of his consciousness in the blink of an eye.

His own escape technique was considered strong within the sect, but compared with that of the Elder Li in front of him, it was like the light of a firefly and the brilliance of the bright moon, and they could not be compared. His movement in that instant was not only astonishingly fast, but also a manifestation of his ultimate control over the laws of heaven and earth. He was within the sealing formation, ignoring all restrictions. The formation was at his disposal, as he pleased, without restraint.

At this moment, Li Mu appeared in the core area of ​​the Jiyin Sealing Array, released his concealment, and locked his spiritual sense on a leader among the group of black-clothed monks. This person was wearing a black robe, a ghost mask, exuding the aura of a peak fusion, and his eyes were flashing with a faint green light. He was the host of destroying the seal formation. His hands kept changing complex spells, driving the magic formation to evaporate a large amount of demonic energy and stir up the yin evil energy, and then destroy the seal formation.

Master Wind Sword had already discovered this group of demon cultivators. His figure was like the breeze in the forest, light and elusive. Even those demon cultivators who were extremely vigilant failed to detect his presence.

As the distance continued to shorten, Master Wind Sword finally found the best opportunity to attack. All the sword intent in his body was concentrated to the extreme at this moment, transforming into a wisp of breeze, rushing straight towards the black-robed leader - Ming Shuang.

The black-robed commander was concentrating on destroying the seal formation and was unaware of the impending crisis. It was not until the tip of the Wind Sword Master's sword was within reach that he suddenly reacted, but it was too late.

Master Feng Jian's swordsmanship was superb. A flash of cold light appeared out of nowhere, just perfectly avoiding the perception of all the demon cultivators, and the tip of the sword went straight to the vital point of the leader.

"Break!" With a low shout, the sword light of the Wind Sword Master cut through the sky like lightning, instantly piercing through the chest of the black-robed commander and piercing his heart.

"Chatter! You're here at the right time!"

The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, uttered a strange sneer the moment he was pierced by the sword light. His figure suddenly became blurred and disappeared on the spot like a phantom.

"when!"

Master Feng Jian was startled and immediately realized that he was trapped in the opponent's domain. He looked around and saw the evil energy rolling. His vision was blocked and it was difficult to capture the true body of the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang. The evil power and the strange demonic energy intertwined to form invisible walls, trapping him in this space.

Master Feng Jian waved the Qinghong Dao Sword in his hand, and a boundless sword domain unfolded. He used all his strength to activate the cultivation of the fusion realm, and the sword domain unfolded. The surging sword intent was like a surging river, fighting against the surrounding evil spirit and demonic energy, trying to tear apart the space that bound him.

The Qinghong Dao Sword released sword beams, accompanied by sharp sword winds, cutting through the evil spirits and evil spirits all around, making bursts of roars.

As his mind moved, the figure of the Wind Sword Master suddenly became illusory, as if it had merged with the sword intent in the sword domain. His own sword intent merged with the natural way between heaven and earth, turning into wind and light, omnipresent and omnipresent. The sword light was waving, and the murderous intent was filling the sky.

Just as Feng Jianzhu was trying to fight back with his Supreme Sword Domain and seek a breakthrough, the voice of the black-robed leader Ming Shuang suddenly rang out from all directions, saying grimly, "Xuan Tian Jian Zong - Feng Wuhen, is indeed worthy of your reputation. But today, you are destined to become the stepping stone for the revival of my Netherworld Ghost Clan."

Before he finished speaking, the originally chaotic and swirling evil spirits and demonic energy began to arrange and combine in an orderly manner, as if being pulled by an invisible force, gradually converging into a huge magic circle composed of Netherworld energy - the Netherworld Ghost Domain.

Under the blessing of endless evil energy, the scene within the Netherworld became increasingly eerie and terrifying. The space was distorted and all light was swallowed up, leaving only a chaos of dark green and pitch-black.

In the netherworld, gusts of black ghost wind collided violently with the green wind transformed by the Wind Sword Master, intertwining and entangled with each other.

The figure of the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, condensed in the center of the ghost domain. He reached out and took off the ghost mask, revealing a pale and weird face. His eyes were dark green, revealing his true identity as a ghost from the underworld. The eighteen black-robed monks beside him also revealed their true faces. They all had hideous faces and ghostly figures, and each of them exuded the cultivation of the peak of the void refining realm. They each occupied a corner of the magic circle, and worked together to maintain the ghost domain, attempting to strangle it.

Feng Wuhen was in the middle of it and felt unprecedented pressure.

"You, the Netherworld Ghost Clan, how did you enter this world?" Feng Wuhen's voice of shock and anger echoed in the Ghost Den Realm, filled with unbelievable shock.

The Netherworld Ghost Clan is an ancient race from the depths of the Demonic Abyss. They have long been isolated from the Demonic Abyss by a powerful sealing formation to prevent them from wreaking havoc on this world.

However, today's scene clearly means that the power of the sealing formation has been greatly weakened, and even unknown channel gaps have appeared, allowing these evil tribes that should have been imprisoned forever to infiltrate into this world.

The damage to the seal between the two worlds is by no means as simple as it seems at the moment. There must be other forces secretly manipulating it from behind, attempting to subvert the balance between the two worlds and pave the way for the forces of the Demon Abyss to invade this world.

Feng Wuhen's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the ferocious faces of the ghosts around him, with murderous intent in his heart.

“Hmph, Feng Wuhen, you don’t need to know too much. Today is the day of your death, and it is also the beginning of the destruction of Xuantian Sword Sect!” The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, sneered, formed seals with his hands, and the netherworld energy in the ghost domain evolved into murderous intent, which flooded towards Feng Wuhen.

"The wind sweeps away the remaining clouds, and the sword cuts the sky!" Feng Wuhen murmured, and the sword's momentum suddenly changed. The Qinghong Dao Sword drew a perfect arc in the air. Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, forming a vacuum zone that swallowed up all the Netherworld air.

The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, sneered and quickly formed seals with his hands. The Netherworld energy in the ghost realm seemed to respond to his call and gathered into a huge Netherworld ghost hand, meeting Feng Wuhen's sword light.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the sword light and the Netherworld Ghost Hand collided fiercely in the air, bursting out with dazzling light, as if two stars collided, and the entire underground space trembled. The Qinghong Dao Sword in Feng Wuhen's hand was extremely powerful, but the Netherworld Ghost Hand used by the black robe leader Ming Shuang was also not an ordinary one. The two were evenly matched and it was difficult to tell who was better in a short time.

"Ghosts from the Netherworld, thousands of souls devouring the heart!" The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, roared, and the Netherworld energy in his body boiled. Thousands of ghosts appeared in the ghost den and pounced towards Feng Wuhen. Each of these ghosts contained powerful Netherworld power, which was enough to make any Void Refining cultivator lose his soul in an instant.

The ghost den magic formation led by the black-robed leader Ming Shuang, absorbs the rich evil emanating from the Yin Sha Pole, amplifying its power several times, making the entire ghost den seem to have turned into the territory of the underworld ghost clan. Every evil wind and every ghost shadow contains deadly murderous intent.

"The sword intent takes shape, and the wind dragon roars into the sky!" Feng Wuhen shouted in a low voice.

Feng Wuhen swung the Qinghong Dao Sword in his hand repeatedly, and the green sword beams suddenly condensed into green wind dragons composed of pure sword intent, roaring towards the ghost shadows in the sky.

At this moment, Feng Wuhen had transformed into a sword, merging into one with the Qinghong Dao Sword, and rushed straight into the myriad of ghost shadows. Wherever the sword passed, the ghost shadows dissipated, but more ghost shadows came like a tide, as if endless.

Feng Wuhen relied on his extraordinary swordsmanship and tenacious will to shuttle among the ghosts. Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by the wailing and falling of the ghosts in the underworld. The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the entire ghost domain was filled with the aura of evil and killing.

The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, had a stern look on his face, his green vertical pupils revealed murderous intent, and a cruel smile hung on the corners of his mouth, as if he had seen the prey falling into a trap.

“No matter how great your swordsmanship is, in this den of ghosts dominated by me, any murderous thoughts will only make you sink deeper and deeper. Struggling is in vain.” The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, sneered in his heart and continued to lead the murderous den of ghosts, trying to make Feng Wuhen sink into it.

As the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, cast his spell, the Netherworld's aura became thicker and thicker, and the space solidified into substantial darkness, oppressing Feng Wuhen to the point where he could hardly breathe.

At this moment, Feng Wuhen's eyes were bloodshot, a flame of sword intent and fighting intent intertwined to the extreme. Anger filled his heart, and the unstoppable murderous intent poured out madly in all directions along with the sword light of the Qinghong Dao Sword.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, an unprecedented power suddenly surged in Feng Wuhen's body. It was the foundation accumulated from countless times on the brink of life and death during his years of practice. At this moment, it seemed to be completely awakened. The sword intent was no longer limited to external form and momentum, but penetrated deep into the soul, resonating with the righteous energy between heaven and earth.

"The sword's heart is in tune with the gods, and nothing can harm it!" Feng Wuhen shouted loudly, and his sword intent instantly sublimated, forming an invisible shield that isolated the surrounding evil spirit and the power of the underworld. The Qinghong Dao sword seemed to have been reborn in his hands, and the sword light became more dazzling. With a thunderous roar, it shattered the rushing ghosts one by one.

Upon seeing this, the black-robed leader Ming Shuang's face suddenly changed. He did not expect that Feng Wuhen could break through in such a desperate situation and show such an amazing level of swordsmanship.

"Thinking of using this to break through to the realm of Daojun is wishful thinking!"

The black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, had his eyes wide open and quickly formed seals with his hands. This time, his movements were more complicated. The Netherworld energy swirled wildly around him, forming a huge black vortex. The center of the vortex seemed to be connected to another world, and a portal was quietly opened.

"Open the gate of the underworld!" With a low shout from the black-robed leader, the black vortex suddenly exploded, and an even more terrifying force surged out of it. It was pure evil from the abyss of the underworld, enough to make any living being despair.

This force quickly merged with the Netherworld energy within the ghost den, forming a huge Netherworld beast. It had a ferocious face, was covered in thick black scales, and its eyes were like burning Netherworld fire, emitting a destructive aura.

"Netherworld Destroyer, swallow him for me!" The black-robed leader pointed at Feng Wuhen. The Netherworld giant beast let out a deafening roar, opened its huge mouth, and pounced towards Feng Wuhen. Its speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the limitations of space.

Faced with this sudden and terrifying beast, Feng Wuhen did not retreat. Instead, his eyes burned with an even more intense fighting spirit.

"The Extreme Wind Sword, the Dragon's Roar in the Nine Heavens!" Feng Wuhen whispered, and the Qinghong Sword seemed to come alive in his hand. The sword body hummed, and suddenly the sound of a dragon's roar echoed throughout the entire ghost realm.

At this moment, Feng Wuhen and the Qinghong Dao Sword became one. The majestic sword intent condensed into substance and turned into a giant green dragon. The dragon was surrounded by the sounds of wind and thunder, and its momentum was like a rainbow, rushing towards the giant beast of the underworld fiercely.

Two shocking forces collided violently in the narrow space. The confrontation between the blue dragon and the giant beast of the underworld caused the sky and the earth to change color. It seemed that the space could not withstand such power and tiny cracks began to appear.

The blue dragon and the Netherworld beast fought thousands of times in an instant, with deafening roars, space shocks, and energy overflowing. The dragon's wind and thunder power and the beast's Netherworld fire intertwined to form a doomsday scene.

Feng Wuhen's sword intent transformed into a dragon, which not only contained his lifelong understanding of swordsmanship, but also integrated the natural power between heaven and earth, making this green dragon extremely powerful. Every strike made the Netherworld Beast howl in pain. However, as a terrifying existence in the Netherworld Abyss, the Netherworld Beast had an abnormally tough body. Even the dragon's sharp claws and fangs could not easily penetrate its thick scales.

The battle entered a stalemate. The contest between Feng Wuhen and the black-robed leader, Ming Shuang, was no longer just a contest of personal strength, but also a collision of wills and beliefs between the two sides.

"The sword's heart is clear and its will is clear, the sword's way is ultimate!" Feng Wuhen shouted loudly, and the sword's light became brighter. The green dragon transformed by the sword's will seemed to be blessed by some mysterious power at this moment. Its body became even bigger and its momentum became even more majestic. It roared and rushed towards the Netherworld beast again. This time, its sharp claws easily tore open the beast's scales and hit its heart directly.

The Netherworld monster roared in despair, and its huge body began to collapse and disintegrate, turning into countless Netherworld auras that dissipated into the air.

"How could this be! You...you actually..."

Ming Shuang's voice was trembling, his eyes were full of disbelief. At this moment, his whole body was shaking violently, as if bitten by thunder, and his face was as pale as a dog. He did not expect that Feng Wuhen could break through himself at this moment and successfully enter the realm of Daojun.

Feng Wuhen didn't give him a chance to breathe. He flashed in front of Ming Shuang and pointed the Qinghong Dao Sword at his throat. "Tell me, how did you enter this world!"

Ming Shuang smiled miserably, glared at Feng Wuhen, and said with an arrogant laugh: "You will never know... because the Xuantian Sword Sect is not far from its true doomsday, hahahaha..."

Feng Wuhen was just about to use his power to interrogate the other party, when something strange happened. (End of this chapter)