Immortals of the End Times

"Mid-stage Condensation Realm?!"

General Gu Xiu's pupils shrank sharply as he stared intently at the icy blue sword light that tore through the clouds, a sense of dread rising in his heart.

With his late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, he was actually forced to stand on end by the divine pressure unleashed by the opponent!

"Who exactly is this person?!"

He had no time to ponder why the two unfamiliar cultivators who had suddenly appeared seemed familiar; the sword light before him already made him feel threatened.

"boom!!"

The "Seven Stars Trapping Dragon Formation" composed of seven spirit ships trembled violently, and the formation patterns crumbled inch by inch!

As the sword light faded, Zhao Wuji stood in mid-air, stepping on the Cold Soul Sword, surrounded by 243 sword lights like a galaxy, his eyes flashing with divine light.

"It's him?!"

General Gu Xiu was shocked and instantly recognized the person who had come.

"Unrestrained?!"

Yan Lan stood leaning on her spear, a look of surprise flashing across her pale face as she recalled the message she had just received.

The next instant, Zhao Wuji's black robes fluttered, and his voice was like thunder.

"Senior Uncle! I will break this formation!"

He gave a low shout.

With a flick of his sword, two hundred and forty-three sword lights instantly poured down like a torrential rain.

Each sword light pierced precisely into the nodes of the formation. In the eyes of Zhao Wuji, a master of formation techniques, this Dragon Trapping Formation was full of loopholes!
"Kick-kick-kick!"

The sword light was like stars falling into the sea.

Countless spiderweb-like cracks immediately appeared on the great array barrier.

These array formations, which were powerful enough to trap cultivators in the late stage of the Concentration Realm, appeared as clumsy as child's scribbles in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

"Don't think about it!"

Lan Canghai, the master of Haishan Cave, was filled with shock and rage. His sleeves fluttered wildly, and the Haishan Law Stele suddenly swelled up, attempting to suppress the sword light.

"Humph!"

Zhao Wuji's sword strikes became even faster. As the sword light split, the main body of the Cold Soul Sword roared like an ice dragon and instantly pierced through the core of the great formation!
"boom!!"

The barrier of the entire spirit ship formation shattered with a deafening roar, amidst the turbulent flow of spiritual energy.

Zhao Wuji's robes fluttered as he swooped down, his feet treading on sword light, with 243 sword lights behind him spreading like a peacock's tail.

"Good nephew! What a great opportunity!"

Yan Lanwei's beautiful eyes suddenly flashed with a crimson light.

Taking advantage of the moment the great formation shattered, the Nine Revolutions Primordial Spear in his hand suddenly trembled, and the nine fire patterns on the spear body were like a red dragon awakening.

The blazing spear light tore through the air, piercing straight for Lan Canghai's throat!

"You old dog, prepare to die!"

The spear shot out like a dragon, and the Blazing Sun Wheel erupted simultaneously, unleashing a raging wave of fire like a raging sea!

"what?!"

Lan Canghai hastily summoned the Dharma Stele to defend himself, but was forced back dozens of feet by the force of the spear, his chest heaving with blood and qi.

"This crazy woman!"

Yin Jiuyou, the master of the Black Fiend Cave, had a drastic change in expression.

The nine skull hammers spun wildly, spewing black evil fire, but they were still forced to retreat repeatedly by the fire waves of the blazing sun wheel!

Yan Lan possessed the strength of the late-stage Condensation Realm, but he was caught in a trap due to his lack of understanding of formations, like a beast trapped in a cage, struggling to escape.

Now that the formation has been broken by Zhao Wuji, his true strength is revealed, making him incredibly powerful.

“Whoosh! Boom!”

At this moment, as Zhao Wuji made hand seals, sword light rained down, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword split into eighty-one sword shadows, each of which accurately pierced the nodes of the warship formation.

Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, spirit ships exploded one after another.

The Black Fiend cultivator screamed as he turned into an ice sculpture, only to be shredded into dust by the blood-fiend sword energy that followed!
"Join forces!"

Yan Lan's spear stance changed again.

The Nine Revolutions Fire Pattern actually formed an intertwined ice and fire pattern with Zhao Wuji's Ice Soul Sword Qi.

Like a net covering the heavens and the earth, it enveloped Lan Canghai and Yin Jiuyou!

"Damn it!"

Lan Canghai roared, and the law stele expanded wildly, transforming into a phantom of a mountain tens of feet high, which then pressed down.

"puff!"

Yin Jiuyou bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, and nine skull hammers came crashing down with a whooshing sound.

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, his figure instantly transforming into a gentle breeze, dodging the eight skulls.

The moment the figure appeared, purple light surged from the great dragon of the spine, and blood-fiend spiritual energy poured into the right fist.

Suddenly, a punch, carrying the Overlord's True Halberd from his sea of ​​consciousness, slammed out.

at once!

An incomparably fierce and domineering true intent surged past in an instant.

"Keng!!"

The fist's energy collided with the skull hammer, producing a metallic clang.

Nine hammers flew back, and Yin Jiuyou groaned, his face pale. He felt as if his divine sense had been suddenly cleaved open by a giant halberd, and his core was in excruciating pain. He was forced to retreat, and his heart was filled with shock.

"Who is this person? He actually managed to withstand my Nine Nether Soul Hammer with his bare hands!"

Just then, the attack, a blend of ice and fire, was like divine punishment, instantly tearing apart the illusory mountain and crashing down.

"puff!!"

Lan Canghai and Yin Jiuyou both coughed up blood and staggered backward, their eyes filled with horror!
On the distant reef, General Gu Xiu's hand, resting on the hilt of his sword, bulged with veins, and a deep sense of dread flashed in his eyes: "This new Lord of Linlang Cave... has actually become this strong?! And he has even cultivated the Martial Dao Immortal path."

With his keen eye, he could immediately tell that Zhao Wuji's martial arts skills were already quite remarkable, and his physical body was very strong.

"go!"

Lan Canghai and Yin Jiuyou exchanged a glance and then prepared to flee quickly.

"Stay!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and suddenly his eyes shone brightly as the three core divine senses within his sea of ​​consciousness erupted simultaneously.

Ice Sword, Blood Sword, and Halberd Shadow—three streams of divine consciousness, like raging dragons, instantly pierced into Lan Canghai's sea of ​​consciousness!

"what!!"

Lan Canghai grunted, and his natal divine consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness transformed into layers of sea-mountain barriers to frantically resist.

However, the next moment, the ice sword froze the barrier, the blood sword corroded the defense, and the halberd shadow slashed domineeringly.

"Not good!!" His expression changed drastically, and his late-stage Nascent Soul consciousness was torn apart layer by layer like thin paper!
Each shattering of a barrier caused a violent tremor in his sea of ​​consciousness, blood gushing from all seven orifices, and his staggering backward caused the spiritual light of the Sea Mountain Law Stele to dim instantly.

"How can it be?!"

In shock, Lan Canghai quickly formed hand seals to defend himself. He, a dignified late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, had his divine sense crushed by a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"die!"

Yan Lan seized the opportunity and unleashed the power of the Nine Revolutions Primordial Spear.

Nine fiery patterns on the gun barrel roared like a crimson dragon, and the blazing spear light tore through the sky, instantly piercing Lan Canghai's chest!

"puff!!"

Lan Canghai's external protective robe crumbled like paper.

A bloody hole exploded in his chest, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the deck of the spirit ship. His aura instantly weakened!
"Blue Hole Master!" Yin Jiuyou was shocked and furious. His nine skull hammers spun wildly, spewing black evil fire in an attempt to stop Yan Lan's pursuit.

But the next moment!
"Whoosh!"

With a flick of his sword, Zhao Wuji unleashed eighty-one sword beams like a torrential downpour, instantly shattering the three skull hammers!
"damn it!"

Yin Jiuyou's expression changed drastically, and he dared not linger in the fight any longer. With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed the Black Fiend Escape Technique, transforming into a wisp of black smoke as he fled madly!

"go with!"

Zhao Wuji calmly made a hand seal, and the Cold Soul Sword shot out like lightning, heading straight for Yin Jiuyou's back.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, Yin Jiuyou gritted his teeth and unleashed a Black Fiend Substitute Death Talisman. His body suddenly exploded and dissipated into a sky full of black mist!
His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the tip of his spear was spitting out crimson flames. He was about to pursue when Zhao Wuji blocked his way with his arm.

"Uncle-Master, leave it to them!"

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeve, his gaze sweeping across the distance like lightning...

Two dark figures approached like ghosts riding the waves, their cloaks fluttering, their eyes cold beneath magical masks.

"This is.?"

Yan Lan's red robe billowed, and drops of blood from the tip of her spear hissed and steamed on the sea surface. Suddenly, her pupils contracted, and she remembered the White Bone Cave Master: "Wei Ding?"

"Not bad!" Zhao Wuji nodded and transmitted his voice, his cold eyes turning to the fleeing Lan Canghai and the others below. He said in a cold voice, "Uncle-Master, deal with these small fry first."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised an eyebrow: "There's another rat hiding!"

Yan Lan suddenly released her divine sense and instantly caught a familiar aura behind the reef. Her eyes narrowed immediately.

"It's him!?"

"Wow—"

Zhao Wuji swooped down like an eagle, his left hand forming the Tongyou Incantation.

Three Blood Gu Insect Kings suddenly flew out from his sleeve, scarlet as lightning, and struck Lan Canghai's brow first!

"what!!"

Lan Canghai clutched his head and howled in agony, his consciousness feeling as if it were being devoured by thousands of ants.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the three insect kings burrowed into his ears and nose, and rushed straight to his dantian along his meridians.

In the center of the battlefield, Lan Canghai had collapsed to his knees on the deck, convulsing.

Zhao Wuji swept his hands together, like a butterfly flitting among flowers.

Twenty-eight family-inherited golden needles flew up and precisely pierced the major acupoints all over his body.

Almost every needle carries a magical liquid that forms a chain of runes under the skin.

"what!"

Lan Canghai's eyes rolled back, and he made a strange "hoarse" sound in his throat. In the end, his ghostly spirit was completely controlled by Zhao Wuji, and his figure stiffened and remained motionless.

"Cave Master!" The disciples of Haishan Cave Heaven cried out in terror, but none dared to step forward due to the terrifying spiritual power emanating from Zhao Wuwuji.

Zhao Wuji rubbed his temples, feeling a sharp pain in his head.

He thought to himself that this late-stage Concentration Realm cultivator was truly impressive. If his cultivation hadn't also improved, he might not have been able to control the heavily injured Lan Canghai.

"Unrestrained!"

At this moment, Yan Lan flew down and looked in astonishment at Lan Canghai, who was covered in golden needles and stood stiffly motionless. She was shocked by her junior apprentice's skills.

How come she's become so strong after fighting her way through life in just half a year?

As a result, this junior disciple was able to improve so quickly in the Linglang Cave Heaven, and now her strength is terrifying to her.

She asked in surprise, "Why did you come all of a sudden?"

Zhao Wuji withdrew his fierce aura and smiled, "Senior Uncle, I originally came here to find an isolated island inhabited by fungal demons, but upon hearing that you were trapped in Sword Tomb Bay, I rushed over immediately."

As he spoke, he made a hand seal and sent a wisp of pure spiritual energy into his palm. The blue light of the medical technique flowed around Yan Lan's wound.

Yan Lan groaned, her body trembling slightly. A hint of tenderness flashed in her sharp phoenix eyes as she poked Zhao Wuji's chest with her slender jade finger: "You've got a conscience, kid. You didn't spoil your nephew for nothing."

Before the words were finished, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the distant sea.

General Gu Xiu had already rushed over, stopping abruptly several dozen meters away, and cautiously bowed: "Is Cave Master Yan alright?"

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, noticing the ancient cultivator's gaze subtly sweeping over him.

His eyes were filled with surprise and fear, clearly showing his extreme wariness of the methods he had just displayed.

He remained calm, as if he had expected this.

Before he made his move, he had already thought it through—today, as the master of Linglang Cave, he was going to make a name for himself!

When I go to the Wang family to serve as a guest advisor in the future, I can't let them treat me like a pushover.

As for Bai Chengshang and Wei Ding
Although he concealed their identities, Master Yan was one of his own, so it didn't matter if he knew.

Even though some people present had doubts, and even associated it with the identity of "Tiannan Patriarch".
He was not afraid.

Because his current strength is sufficient to protect himself.

Doubt can instill even greater fear.

The cultivation world has always revered the strong; the more mysterious and unpredictable someone is, the more people fear them!

"Thanks to your parents, I'm still alive!"

Yan Lan, her red robes fluttering, pointed her spear directly into the shadows, and sneered, "What were you doing watching the show for so long? Did you wish I were seriously injured and dying so you could pick me up and turn my body into a blood puppet for your amusement?"

"cough!"

Zhao Wuji nearly choked on his saliva.

My own senior martial brother.
Still so outspoken!

Despite being reserved and self-respecting at heart, she speaks in a wild and unrestrained manner, just like a shrewish female cultivator who frequents the streets.
However, now that General Gu Xiu has stepped forward himself...

If he were to take him down, wouldn't that mean he'd planted a crucial spy next to Huang Shang?

Zhao Wuji squinted at the ancient general, while the three cores of his divine sense quietly began to operate within his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ok?"

General Gu Xiu across from him felt a chill run down his spine, sensing a threat, and immediately looked at Zhao Wuji with wary eyes.
(End of this chapter)