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

With a figure like this, it could only be one person.

Tyrant sword, Ding Jueqing.

Ding Jueqing did not rush to take action, but just looked at Yi Jue. The sword intent in Yi Jue began to soar into the sky, and it was obvious that the opponent in front of him made him very satisfied.

Yi Jue sighed inwardly. Song Nian put in so much effort, but still lost to Ding Jueqing.

According to Yi Jue's observation, Song Nian not only strengthened his body with the secret evil spirit of the Tiansha Sect, but also cultivated his spiritual consciousness to the Nascent Soul stage. His magic power was so pure that he had also reached the level of False Infant.

Even Yi Jue could only secretly feel a headache when facing such an opponent. An opponent without weaknesses is naturally extremely strong.

Even so, Song Nian still lost to Ding Jueqing, and was even faster than Mo Yin.

You know, because of the concern of the Heart Control Lotus and the Nascent Soul level consciousness, the power of Song Nian's illusion skills was hardly manifested, and the natal song of the sound attack technique was restrained by the Yin-Yang Wheel, which is why the battle ended so quickly.

It can be said that Yi Jue almost crushed Ding Jueqing, but he was even faster than Yi Jue!

What kind of opponent would be able to crush a fake-infant monk who has no weaknesses?

Before the competition, Ding Jueqing's odds for first place were almost one to one, the lowest among everyone. It was true that there was no false reputation behind a great name!

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"The first time I saw you, I knew that the final battle would only be between the two of us!"

"I also know that the final winner will be me!"

Ding Jueqing, holding a big knife, looked at Yi Jue with great vigor and said.

That determined look, that domineering aura that could break everything, that big sword, that unrivaled posture. Although Ding Jueqing's consciousness had not yet broken through the Nascent Soul stage, at the moment it was Yi Jue who was suppressed in terms of momentum.

Ding Jueqing looked at Yi Jue's unhappy expression and laughed.
"You are obviously very powerful, but you hide your strength. You don't need to hide it, just like Song Nian!"

"My sword is called Tyrant Sword, and its purpose is to dominate everything. I am the only one who is supreme in heaven and on earth!"

"If you cultivate a demon and hide it, how can your thoughts be clear?"

Yi Jue knew that Ding Jueqing was using words and momentum to build an advantage and suppress his emotions.

If he accepted the challenge in a verbal confrontation, it would play into his hands. Yi Jue had his own way and his own path, which was completely different from Ding Jueqing's style. What he said was what he thought was right, but Yi Jue did not agree with it.

But disagreeing does not mean refuting. One cannot convince someone with different values. There is no conclusion to an argument; it is just a release of emotions and momentum.

Ding Jueqing needs this kind of momentum, but Yi Jue does not.

"Ding Jueqing, is your sword heavier than this day?"

When Ding Jueqing saw Yi Jue speaking, he thought that Yi Jue finally couldn't help but fall into his circle of logic. He was somewhat happy, but when he heard Yi Jue's words, he was puzzled.

But still said proudly,

"My sword is not only heavier than the sky, but it will also shatter the heaven and earth! Destroy the sky!"

Yi Jue smiled and said,

"I can afford to lose this battle, but you can't, because you can't beat the sky!"

"If you fail to achieve Nascent Soul, you will end up as an ant! Ding Jueqing, you are afraid. I can lose three times, five times. If you lose this time, your life will be over!"

Yi Jue has been practicing the art of controlling the mind for over a hundred years and has seen the inner thoughts of countless people. When it comes to finding flaws in the mind, Yi Jue asks himself if he has ever been afraid of anyone.

As soon as these words were spoken, the essence of this battle was revealed. The disciples from the major sects fought each other only to prepare for the Nascent Soul stage.

Only the independent cultivators and the family cultivators were really fighting for their lives, because if Yi Jue missed this time, he would not have less Infant Spirit Pills, but if Ding Jueqing missed this time, it was hard to say whether he would meet another Infant Spirit Pill in the rest of his life. After all, the Ding family was just an ordinary Infant Spirit family, not like the Yellow Spring Valley, where the inheritance had not been cut off for thousands of years and there were many Infant Spirit cultivators.

When he was at his most powerful, there were nearly ten Nascent Soul cultivators who dominated the entire region and his demonic power was overwhelming.

Feeling the anger in Ding Jueqing's heart, Yi Jue shook his head slightly. That was not directed at Yi Jue, but at the entire demonic order and the Nascent Soul cultivators.

It's the sky above his head!

"Yi Jue, do you know the biggest difference between you and me?"

Ding Jueqing's hair was flying in the wind, the dark cloak behind him was lifted up, and the long sword slowly left Ding Jueqing's shoulder.

The wind seemed to have stagnated, and the entire formation sped up, as if it knew that if the formation did not take shape, it would be cut in half by this sword.

"You are sitting on the will of heaven. If the will of heaven is not what you want, you can either go against it or follow yourself."

“And as for me, if the sky covers my eyes, I will split the sky in half!”

"If there is anyone in this world who stands in my way, I only trust the knife in my hand!"

"What about you?"

"Have you ever believed in the sword in your hand?"

Each word seemed to carry the force of a heavy sword. The clouds became thicker, but upon closer inspection, they were not clouds, but a long river of sword energy swept in by the momentum.

The formation stabilized in an instant and stopped shaking. The moment the formation took shape, the Tyrant Sword flew out and slashed towards Yi Jue.

This seemed like a move of asking questions. Although it was extremely domineering in momentum, what it was questioning was Yi Jue's true heart.

Yi Jue has countless magical powers to block, but once he retreats, his sword soul and momentum will be inferior to Ding Jueqing.

"You've been waiting for a long time, too."

Feeling the constant throbbing deep in the soul, the sword spirit kept shaking, and the sword intent was more active than before, appearing so expectant and impatient.

Apparently, the opponent before him made his sword soul feel the long-lost excitement!
"Then it's as you wish. Go ahead."

Yi Jue casually let go, and the Seven Star Sword in his hand rushed straight towards the knife coming down from above. The long river of sword energy chopped down along the long knife, but Yi Jue paid no attention to it.

"If you want to split the sky, then I want to control the sky!"

"All the people in the world are just ants!"

The moment the Seven Star Sword faced the long sword, the sword force that could destruct everything stopped for a moment. Although the long sword was on top, at this moment the sword force seemed to feel a tremendous pressure coming down from the sky.

It was a feeling of being controlled, as if the sword in front of him was the master of this world, and his own actions were so rebellious.

The blade slowed down, became thicker and heavier, and lost some of its sharpness.

However, the swords that were coming up from the bottom were pushed forward slowly, one by one, gradually rising into the air. In front was an endless river of sword energy, and behind was a stream of sword intent that emanated from all things.

"Weeds can cut the stars, flying flowers can set the sun and the moon off, the Heavenly Sword, the sword is the sky!"

"Ding Jueqing, are you satisfied with my answer?"

Yi Jue did not use any magic power, and Ding Jueqing just watched the clash of swords and knives quietly. The Seven Star Sword on the left had gradually controlled half of the world and was pressing towards the right.

Ding Jueqing's sword was extremely powerful at the beginning, but when the real battle came, it lost half of its sharpness and was left with only its heaviness. (End of this chapter)