Jidao Wusheng: I am invincible in my flesh and tear the weirdness apart with my bare hands

"All swords return to their origin, invincible under heaven—is this the power of the Sword Saint Ancestor?"

"It's incredible that a single sword imprint could attract all the world's finest swords!"

"If the Sword Saint Ancestor were to arrive in person, he could probably kill Zhang Lingshan with just a single finger."

Everyone couldn't help but marvel, feeling as if they had been frogs in a well before.

Having witnessed the Sword Saint Ancestor's abilities today, I realize just how weak and laughable they truly are.

Zhang Weigang looked grim.

He thought he was already able to challenge Ji Chengdan, the sect leader of the Dan Sect, and that his strength had reached the pinnacle of the Nine Provinces Continent.

But I didn't expect it.

Ji Chengdan is a complete waste.

They are no match for the Sword Saint Ancestor.

As for Zhang Weigang, he was naturally no match for the Sword Saint Ancestor; they were not even in the same league.

In other words, the ascension path to immortality on the Nine Provinces continent has been severed.

Otherwise, with the Sword Saint Ancestor's strength, he could have ascended to immortality long ago, and even become a powerful figure after ascending.

"Look."

Suddenly someone shouted, "There is no movement in Mount Ling, and no sword has risen into the sky. It is ignoring the sword intent of the Sword Saint Ancestor."

"Yes, Lingshan has impressive methods; it's clear they have a master of formations."

"No wonder he dares to claim to be carrying on the legacy of array formations; he does have some skill."

Everyone nodded secretly.

Another person said, "With such a powerful formation protecting him, Zhang Lingshan would have been safe if he had stayed inside Lingshan. It's a pity that the young man was too confident and was provoked out of Lingshan, where he died in vain."

"Yes. He had already gained the approval of Heaven and could have accomplished great things, but he died because of his arrogance. It's a real pity."

All the onlookers, except those who had a grudge against Zhang Lingshan, sighed.

I thought I was about to witness a miracle.

result.

The ancient sects were ultimately superior in skill.

However, the fact that the Sword Sect alone killed Zhang Lingshan meant that everyone missed the chance to see other ancient sects make their moves, which was far from satisfying.

"Ugh."

Ming Feng'er sighed and said to her younger brother, "See? This is the power of an ancient sect. The sect's patriarch didn't even have to lift a finger, and Zhang Lingshan was already killed. When Lingshan is destroyed, don't run around. Stay close to me."

Ming Xiaofeng said in a trembling voice, "Sister, don't worry, I will definitely not run away."

This was the first time in his life that Ming Xiaofeng had witnessed such a terrifying battle, and he felt that his worldview had been turned upside down.

He couldn't understand how anyone in the world could perform such a move.

If such a method were used to kill enemies, let alone Zhang Lingshan, if it were used against their Beiming Sect, their Beiming Sect would probably be completely wiped out.

Although Zhang Lingshan has been defeated, he has at least managed to hold out for a while in that storm of sword intent.

This demonstrates its immense strength, no wonder it gained the approval of Heaven.

It’s just.

Faced with the true power of a strongman, Zhang Lingshan was ultimately reduced to dust.

"Master, is this... the Sword Saint Ancestor's method?"

The horned man stood behind Chen Youming, his two bull-like eyes wide open, revealing an expression of complete disbelief.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such methods existed in the world.

In comparison, even his most revered master, Chen Youming, was probably no match for the Sword Saint in a single move.

Chen Youming also showed a look of shock and sighed, "Yes, this is the method of the Sword Saint Ancestor. We are like ants in front of him!"

"Ugh."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples sighed inwardly.

They thought that even if they didn't reach the pinnacle of the Nine Provinces Continent, they were at least not far from it.

Unexpectedly, the gap was so large that they were not even in the same league.

"Master, how can I become a disciple of this ancient sect?"

The horned man suddenly asked, "How about we both join this Sword Sect?"

"madness!"

Chen Youming glared at him: "You think you can just worship an ancient sect whenever you want? Our origins are not something they consider. Otherwise, why would it be so difficult to open a single treasure chest? We couldn't get help from ancient sects before, and we won't get help from them in the future. We can only rely on ourselves!"

"Master, I was wrong."

The man with the bull horns quickly lowered his head.

Master is right.

With their background, let alone ancient sects, even ordinary hidden sects would look down on them.

If it weren't for their master finding a unique way to open up the Netherworld and discovering the secrets of their talents, they wouldn't have had the opportunity to cultivate to their current level.

Right now, although I'm unwilling, there's nothing I can do.

"Brother Zhang ultimately did not survive this ordeal."

Jin Tingchen of Qihua Sect sighed inwardly and expressed his condolences for Zhang Lingshan.

"Zhang Lingshan is dead, I wish he had died by my hand!"

The Zhang family patriarch said indignantly.

"Good riddance, good riddance!" Prince Liu laughed loudly. "Yinwei, your revenge has been achieved, hahaha..."

"Your Majesty, look!"

Xue Chang suddenly shouted urgently, interrupting Prince Liu's loud laughter.

I saw.

Amidst the storm of ten thousand swords, streaks of red light pierced through the gaps in the swords, releasing dazzling brilliance.

This is the power of Qi and blood!

Xue Chang was a master of manipulating qi and blood, and immediately sensed the abnormality. He exclaimed, "Zhang Lingshan is not dead! His qi and blood are so strong that they illuminate the heavens and the earth, like the blazing sun. Even boundless sword intent cannot suppress him!"

"What!?"

Prince Liu stared wide-eyed at the battlefield, and suddenly, tears of blood streamed from his eyes.

Blood Robe cried out, "Your Highness, you can't look directly at me!"

talking.

She unleashed a layer of qi and blood mist, covering Prince Liu's eyes and protecting them.

"How could Zhang Lingshan be so strong? He can actually rival the Sword Saint Ancestor's boundless sword intent?"

Prince Liu closed his eyes tightly and angrily uttered a question.

Heavens, why do you favor Zhang Lingshan so much? I, Prince Liu, am not satisfied!

"Prince Liu, please don't be anxious."

Qingchen comforted him, "Even though Zhang Lingshan possesses unparalleled physical strength and blood essence, he is still just one person. And right now, besides the Sword Sect, there are seven other ancient sects that haven't yet joined the fight. If all eight sides join forces, how can Zhang Lingshan possibly withstand it?"

"Yes, Prince Liu, let's remain calm and observe the situation. No matter how powerful Zhang Ling Mountain is, can it withstand the combined attack of the eight ancient sects?"

Xinling chimed in.

Prince Liu nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad. Haha. Zhang Lingshan has acted against the natural order and offended the eight ancient sects. He is doomed. Even if he can stop the Sword Sect from attacking, can he stop everyone? Good, good!"

Although he felt comforted and burst into laughter, Prince Liu kept his eyes tightly closed, not daring to look directly at the battlefield.

Qingchen, Xuechang, and Xinling also kept their heads down, not daring to look directly at each other, for fear of repeating the same mistake as Prince Liu.

Such a scene can be seen everywhere.

Even someone as strong as Zhang Weigang wouldn't dare look directly at it with his own eyes. Instead, he took out two unknown covers, put them over his eyes, and used them to see.

Suddenly, Zhang Lingshan's figure, which had been obscured by the storm of ten thousand swords, began to break through the encirclement, revealing his radiant, fiery body.

The countless swords that attacked him were all melted into iron lumps by his flames and stored in his storage bag.

'He used flames to melt the sword, but how could he instantly turn it into a lump of iron?'

Zhang Weigang was secretly alarmed.

Could it be that it possesses some kind of cooling method?
Yes!

It must be the Mystic Ice Divine Spear.

This guy has refined the Mystic Ice Divine Spear!
Not only did he refine it, but he also incorporated it into his palm, which is why he could instantly solidify the molten liquid into a lump. Damn it!

That's Zhang Weigang's Xuanbing Divine Spear!

Zhang Weigang was envious and eager to see it.

If I possessed a treasure like the Mystic Ice Divine Spear, my strength would be transformed dramatically, and I might even be able to fight against this storm of ten thousand swords.

hateful!

Zhang Lingshan has taken all the benefits, while I can only watch helplessly.

'The power of the Sword Saint Ancestor's sword imprint has come to an end. In this battle, Zhang Lingshan has won without actually defeating the enemy.'

Zhang Weigang watched coldly from the sidelines, thinking to himself.

This battle.

Zhang Lingshan didn't launch any attacks; he focused entirely on defense.

All he did was silently deplete the sword seal power of the Sword Saint Ancestor.

After all, it wasn't the Sword Saint Ancestor himself who came.

It was just a sword imprint, and it was only unleashed by Chu Siming, so its power was greatly reduced.

Therefore.

This allowed the despicable Zhang Lingshan to escape unscathed.

If the Sword Saint Ancestor were to personally arrive, with endless sword intent crushing down, how could Zhang Lingshan possibly withstand it, or how could he possibly exhaust himself?
"You, you, you actually..."

Chu Siming, half-sitting on the ground, saw Zhang Lingshan approaching through the air and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "You actually didn't die! How did you do that? This is the power of the Sword Saint Ancestor's sword imprint, and the sword spirit power of my junior sister Zhuo Ling'er who sacrificed herself for the cause. How could you withstand it!?"

"A mere trick, how could it possibly harm me?"

Zhang Lingshan spoke calmly, then exhaled a breath of black ash, which landed on Chu Siming.

All of a sudden.

Chu Siming's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.

Zhang Lingshan then inhaled through his nose, drawing the Yin spirit into his Netherworld for refinement.

Then, with a casual grab, he put the corpse into his storage bag, intending to give it to his sister for corpse refining later.

Waste should be utilized and not wasted.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a strange sensation.

Sword Sect disciples, just like that, they died?

And someone even took the body away?
Zhang Lingshan acted recklessly, showing absolutely no respect for the Sword Sect.

Is he really not afraid of provoking the Sword Saint Ancestor to take action personally?

Although you, Zhang Lingshan, can withstand this sword imprint, can you really withstand the boundless sword intent of the Sword Saint Ancestor?

"Arrogant, incredibly arrogant!"

A gruff voice suddenly shouted, "Zhang Lingshan, you have some skill and the right to be arrogant. But do you think you can stop all of us by yourself?"

There stood a bald, muscular man, three meters tall, with skin as smooth as jade and muscles that bulged all over his body like small hills.

Anyone who looks at this person will be awestruck by his unparalleled power.

Not to mention, this person exuded a powerful demonic aura, and the air around him seemed to be transformed into phantom images, breathing out a mighty aura towards Zhang Lingshan.

"It's Xiang Chen from the Demon Sect."

Wan Yidao said, "The Demon Sect actually sent him down. His strength is far superior to Chu Siming's. If the Demon Saint empowers him with a demon seed that is no weaker than the Sword Saint Ancestor, then Xiang Chen's attack will be even stronger than the sword seal Chu Siming just released!"

Fan Zhu said, "Then he can handle it all by himself."

Wan Yidao shook his head and said, "Chu Siming was killed by himself. Xiang Chen won't be so careless; he will definitely rally everyone to attack together. I think we should prepare in advance."

He sighed.

Although he had no grudge against Zhang Lingshan, on the contrary, they had gotten along quite well before, and he had at least learned something from Zhang Lingshan.

but.

It’s hard to disobey a teacher’s orders.

Since I have been assigned this task, I have no choice but to take action and complete it.

otherwise.

It wasn't Zhang Lingshan who was unlucky, but Wan Yidao.

"Everyone?"

Upon hearing Xiang Chen's words, Zhang Lingshan looked around and said, "Let me see who exactly wants to die?"

Xiang shouted, "Heroes of all the ancient sects, why don't you step down at once?"

"coming."

A ghostly figure descended, grinned at Zhang Lingshan, and said, "Ghost Gate, Gui Hao!"

Zhang Lingshan glanced at him and said, "You scurried away in the Qingling Herb Garden back then, how dare you show your face now?"

"Humph."

Gui Hao sneered, "You're sharp-tongued, but today is the day you die!"

Zhang Lingshan smiled sarcastically, ignored him, and looked at the others instead.

"The Talisman Sect, Yu Fulong."

"Qi Zong, Ruan Chengqi".

"The gatekeeper is Fang Qingqing."

"The Blade Sect, Wan Yi Dao."

"Dan Zong, Fan Zhu".

Finally, Fan Zhu forced himself to bow and say something.

Zhang Lingshan laughed loudly: "They're all acquaintances. How interesting! But Fan Zhu, what are you doing here? Get out of here immediately. I might spare your life out of consideration for Xiao Zi's past pleas for you."

"I……"

Fan Zhu looked embarrassed and hesitated.

Zhang Lingshan's face darkened: "If you hesitate any longer, I'll kill you first!"

Fan Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "Zhang Lingshan has been kind to me, so please forgive me for not keeping you company any longer."

Say it.

He then used his movement technique to quickly escape.

Everyone present had trump cards bestowed upon them by their sect elders, but he had none.

If Zhang Lingshan says he'll be the first to kill him, then he himself will inevitably be the first to die.

Since we're going to be exposed anyway, why wait until we're dead?

Even ants cherish their lives.

What's wrong with leaving early?

"waste!"

Xiang Chen roared, "The Pill Sect is indeed finished! No wonder their pills have become increasingly inferior in recent years. From this day forward, the Pill Sect shall be removed from the list of ancient sects! First, destroy Mount Ling, then destroy the Pill Sect!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhu's face turned ashen.

Finished!

The Dan Sect had suffered heavy losses in the battle against Zhang Lingshan, and its fighting strength was reduced to less than three-tenths.

Sect Master Ji Chengdan has disappeared again, or rather, he is dead.

The Dan Sect is already in dire straits. If it closes its doors and pretends to be dead, it might still have a chance to overcome the crisis.

Who knew Zhang Lingshan would pull such a stunt, instantly putting their Dan Sect in a very difficult position.

Ugh.

Fan Zhu sighed inwardly.

The Pill Sect, is it truly destined to suffer this calamity?

"Haha."

But Zhang Lingshan laughed loudly: "Fan Zhu, don't be afraid. After I kill these good-for-nothings, I will merge your Dan Sect into my Lingshan Dan Dao Peak."

Having said that, he looked at Wan Yidao and shouted, "Brother Wan, we have some acquaintance. But if you don't back down, don't blame me for being ruthless!" (End of Chapter)