Mortal: The Heavenly Spiritual Root that Begins from the Demonic Path

Rabbits run and crows fly, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

It was time for Yi Jue to go into battle again. During these three days, Yi Jue had used elixirs to restore his magic power, but it had only barely reached 80% of its capacity.

"It seems that in the next battle, we will have to use more fierce means to defeat the opponent."

"Otherwise, once you treasure your mana, you will end up using more mana."

"Next, use the sword energy to transform into a form to fight the enemy. Practice more and then improve."

This time, when Yi Jue arrived at the arena, there was already a cultivator waiting there. Then, the previous match came to an end, and a cultivator from the Hehuan Sect won.

Yi Jue didn't care about others. He had already known the information he needed to know. If his real opponent was hiding a trump card, he would not reveal it now.

He has not been blind these days, and this information is naturally not lacking for people with discerning eyes and who want to make money. Something that can be obtained by spending a sum of money will naturally not delay the time to recover spiritual power.

In fact, those cultivators who really have the confidence to compete for the Cleansing Pill are often like this. They watch one or two games and that's it. On the contrary, they are like the opponent in front of Yi Jue. They have hope of winning, but they also know that their chances of winning to the end are slim.

Therefore, each of these battles is their greatest opportunity. Every fight between Jindan cultivators is not only a verification of their own magical powers and skills, but also a good opportunity to broaden their horizons and stimulate ideas.

"Lord Ziwei, I am Shu Hongjing, a casual cultivator from the North Sea. I am 400 years old and in the late Jindan stage. I have been practicing hard for 20 years but have made no progress. I am now standing here."

"I think I have good aptitude and good luck, but the road ahead is bleak and there is no way to move forward. I am trapped in the Jindan stage and will soon die. I hope to go through the dilemma of life and death and hope to break through."

"Please, fellow Taoist, do not hold back. If you cannot win this battle, you will die!"

Yi Jue looked at the man and nodded. Then he raised his hand and a wisp of sword energy split into 129,600 strands, circling around Yi Jue. Then, with a thought, the sword energy condensed into swords and gathered together to form a green phoenix.

"Fellow Daoist, please teach me."

Yi Jue stood on top of the Phoenix and invited with one hand,

Shu Hongjing looked at the power of the phoenix and his body trembled slightly involuntarily. His consciousness told him to retreat quickly, but this time, he did not retreat.

"In the past, whenever I encountered a strong enemy, I would just walk away. But now I find that there is no way to retreat. I can only move forward."

As he spoke, one hundred and eight green swords slowly emerged behind Shu Hongjing.

This sword was extremely sharp, and formed a huge formation behind it. Then, the formation slowly moved to the sky. Shu Hongjing slowly flew into the sky and said,
"Sword cultivator, move forward courageously!"

"If you don't go in, you will die!"

One hundred and eight swords began to bombard the downwards continuously. For magical weapons, sometimes the more the better is not necessarily true. Among these more than one hundred swords, some have been refined as desired and are extremely powerful.

Some can only be driven, and when facing the Sword Qi Phoenix, they often knock it away with just a spread of their wings.

“Bite off more than you can chew.”

"If you only have the form of a sword formation but not the substance of it, you are not worthy of being a sword cultivator."

Yi Jue's sword energy directly hit the magic circle and smashed it to pieces. Shu Hongjing was horrified and used his body to control the sword, turning his body into sword light and quickly fled. Although Yi Jue's sword energy was damaged, it was not great. On the other hand, Shu Hongjing had more than a hundred swords, but more than a dozen of them were dim. After taking back all the swords, he bowed to Yi Jue and said,
"Senior is righteous."

"But, senior, you must know that I can only break through after a life-and-death battle."

"And if I can't break through, what's the difference between living and dying for these decades?"

Yi Jue naturally understood that this world was very cruel, and having resources did not allow one to make a breakthrough. Whether it was aptitude, character, or spiritual awareness, experience, or inner demons, they all affected cultivators at all times.

Too many geniuses are stuck at a hurdle their entire lives, spending years and years trying to make a breakthrough.

There are many people who try every possible means to break through, and end up going astray.

Yi Jue gave him a chance, but if he was determined to die, Yi Jue would not show mercy.

"Well, as you wish."

As the words fell, the figure slowly faded, and a sword slashed down from behind Shu Hongjing.

Although Shu Hongjing was a casual cultivator, the depth of his martial arts skills was far inferior to Yi Jue, his spiritual awareness was not strong enough, and his magical powers were not as good as Yi Jue, so he was defeated with just one attack.

Yi Jue didn't want to waste any more magic power, but Shu Hongjing was seeking death, so Yi Jue would not show mercy.

However, although independent cultivators have nothing, they are stronger than cultivators from big sects in one respect, and that is their desperate means.

A red light flashed on Shu Hongjing's face, and magic patterns appeared. He held two swords in his hands and blocked the incoming sword with his crossed swords.

Then, seven long swords behind him circled and flew towards Yi Jue. Yi Jue chose to attack without hesitation. The Seven Star Sword flashed, and a sword style of rainstorm and gale flew out, breaking the sword shape. Then, in the eleventh hour, he stepped on the steps of the Divine Wind Art, passed through the seven long swords, and then stabbed Shu Hongjing directly.

Shu Hongjing's swordsmanship is exquisite, whether it is flying sword or body sword, both are magnificent and majestic, but his comprehension is not enough and his skills are not profound enough.

Yi Jue seldom used flying swordsmanship, which was nothing more than flying. The Seven Star Sword rarely left his hand, and the Seven Wonders of the Heavenly Sword were all body swordsmanship. His experience in close combat was more than his experience in fighting magic.

In just a few rounds, Yi Jue had already attacked Shu Hongjing's vital points. You know, for a sword cultivator, everyone is within a short distance.

The sword in Yi Jue's hand began to shine brightly. This was its true moment.

Shu Hongjing used all his skills, his hands were constantly performing hand gestures, his mind was unleashed without reservation, and at this moment, the 108 swords were used to the extreme by him.

At this moment, Shu Hongjing felt death and the taste between life and death.

Each time, four or five swords attacked, and the long swords in both hands were constantly flying, but Yi Jue easily knocked away the flying swords and blocked the swords in both hands. He walked straight forward, and the distance between them was always maintained within seven inches.

And this was not because Yi Jue was incapable of breaking through, but because he was waiting for him to make a mistake. Yes, under the extreme mental tension, for a cultivator who seldom experienced life-and-death struggles, the string would break if it was too tight.

Shu Hongjing's hand, which was rapidly forming seals, suddenly stopped because he felt that the seals of the giant sword technique, which he had just performed a thousand times, were a moment slower, while his consciousness was a moment faster. In just that moment, the giant sword technique failed to activate. (End of this chapter)