Immortals of the End Times

“In the past six months, only a handful of people have entered the main island. Who could be the one emitting this sword intent?” Yan Lan asked.

"It seems he must be one of the seven great Qilin Sword Masters of the Qilin Sword Sect."

Zhao Wuji said calmly, "This person probably came out of seclusion because he heard that the thunderous sounds on the outer island were endless. His sword intent is a provocation to me. It seems that he wants to have a go at me."

While wandering around the Sword Tomb, he also secretly used the Dream Marriage Technique to lock onto the aura of some sword cultivators, infiltrated their dreams, and learned a lot about their situation.

There was information about the Sword Tomb, as well as about the Qilin Sword Sect and the Penglai Sword Pavilion, but there was no news about the Fungus Demon Island.

Yan Lan's expression hardened slightly as she said, "The Seven Great Qilin Sword Masters? They seem to be the top sword cultivators of the younger generation from the Qilin Sword Sect."

A slight smile played on her lips as she gazed intently at Zhao Wuji. "However, compared to you, my junior nephew, I'm clearly still lacking."

"Senior Uncle is too kind. After all, the Qilin Sword Sect is the leader of Beiyun Dizhou, and it almost controls the resources of the entire prefecture."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled, "The disciples under my tutelage are all prodigies selected from hundreds of millions of people; they should not be underestimated!"

Zhao Wuji said this, but he did not belittle himself.

He thought to himself that he was a little lacking in natural talent, but fortunately he was quick to understand.

In addition to diligent cultivation and the wondrous Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Techniques, one can, with ordinary talent, rival or even surpass the most outstanding geniuses.

"Let's go, Uncle Master, I'll take you to Yuheng Island."

Zhao Wuji smiled calmly.

"Nephew, I'll stay on Tianqiao Island."

Yan Lan suddenly grabbed his arm, her red robes fluttering as she shook her head. "I understand the rules of this Sword Tomb. It doesn't consider cultivation level; it's all about swordsmanship. I was able to reach Tianqiao Island thanks to you."

Her phoenix eyes swept over the crisscrossing sword marks on the island, and her red lips curled into a stubborn smile: "I will digest the sword fruit right here on Tianqiao Island and comprehend the sword energy thunder sound!"

Zhao Wuji stared at his usually bold and outspoken senior sister, noticing a rare seriousness in her expression.

He nodded immediately, "Okay!"

Continuing towards the main island, it will likely require mobilizing sword energy and thunderous sounds for most of the time, and may even necessitate the use of sword light to split.

In an emergency, he might not be able to consider too many things.

"Lan Canghai!" Zhao Wuji ordered Lan Canghai, "You shall return to Haishan Cave Heaven and await further instructions!"

Lan Canghai felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly bowed in agreement before turning around and flying away on his sword.

Zhao Wuji watched Lan Canghai leave, his brows furrowing slightly.

This Sea Mountain Cave Master, at the late stage of the Concentration Realm, is also a tough nut to crack.

After the other party recovered these days, the vengeful spirit continued to violently resist the Gu worms in its body, consuming the talisman water, which meant that it took him a lot of effort to control it.

"This person is unstable and difficult to control. If Bai Chengshang and Wei Ding also resist at the same time, I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress them simultaneously, and one or two of them will lose control."

Zhao Wuji pondered to himself.

With his spiritual power comparable to that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, controlling one early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, one mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and one late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was already his limit.

even……

If you are not careful, it will backfire!
As for the dozen or so Qi-inducing cultivators of the Xuanming Dynasty that were previously under their control, they are no longer a concern.

They take the pills he distributes every day and are now completely loyal, with no intention of rebelling.

Unfortunately, such methods are useless against experts at the Concentration Realm.

With his divine consciousness fully formed and his will as strong as iron, how could he be controlled by a mere pill?
"For now, we can only maintain the status quo..."

Zhao Wuji snapped out of his thoughts and nodded slightly to Yan Lan.

immediately
A flash of sword light!

Like a dazzling rainbow piercing the sky, it went straight to the Jade Balance Island opposite, where the sword intent soared to the heavens!

The Sword Washing Spring on this island can help his magic sword transform into a magic weapon, saving him countless hours of hard work. It is an extremely powerful sword-wielding resource.

We must take this chance!
The sword light tore through the sea of ​​clouds, and the closer they got to the main island, the thinner the fog became.

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

Below, thirty-six secondary islands hang like stars on the sea surface, while the seven main islands have red veins extending from their bases, like blood vessels penetrating deep into the seabed.

"volcano."

He scanned the area with his divine sense and was startled.

Those crimson veins are clearly magma channels, weaving into a network in the deep sea.

Deep within, faint fluctuations of spiritual energy surged, resembling a dormant ancient spiritual vein, or perhaps...
The true core of the Big Dipper Formation!
"I see!"

A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

This sword mound is actually based on an ancient spiritual vein, sleeping beneath volcanic lava.

Combined with the spiritual springs of the islands, thousands of spiritual swords, and the lingering resentment of remnant souls, this earth-shattering array is constructed in the vast ocean, uniting to resist the end of the Dharma and enduring through the ages!
The concentration of spiritual energy around the Sword Tomb alone is comparable to that of a level three spiritual vein, and it is probably even denser inside, but it is all sealed off by the sword formation.

"No wonder the Sword Tomb has existed to this day. If this formation was created by a senior sword cultivator, what kind of master must he have been?"

Zhao Wuji looked surprised and uncertain.

He continued flying, and soon the true face of Yuheng Island appeared ahead.

The entire island is shaped like a jade ruyi lying horizontally.

The island is filled with broken swords, their spiritual light dimmed, amidst the ruins of broken walls, resembling a sword wasteland!
Only the Hundred Swords Garden at the very center gleamed with an emerald-like luster, enveloped in a layer of array restrictions where spiritual light flowed.

Zhao Wuji's figure moved like lightning, leaping across the precipice, and he was about to reach the Hundred Swords Garden.
"Buzz!"

A formation suddenly appeared outside the garden, its spiritual patterns flashing!
"choke!"

He struck first, making a sword gesture, and his array formation technique instantly revealed the weak points of the restrictions.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, pierced straight at the vital point of the formation!
"boom!!"

The sword energies clashed, and a deafening explosion resounded!
Thousands of vine-like sword patterns immediately appeared on the barrier.

Each one contained the ever-flowing, life-giving wood-attribute sword intent, coiling around like a living thing.

"Humph!"

A sharp light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword suddenly condensed and contracted to a high degree.

The sword's edge condensed into a three-inch ice crystal, its chill penetrating to the bone!
"break!"

With a soft shout, the sword flashed like lightning, piercing straight to the weakest point of the restriction.

"Crack!"

The barrier shattered instantly, crumbling like glass, revealing the path leading to the Sword Washing Spring.

Zhao Wuji's figure flashed in, and the restriction was restored in an instant, like turbulent waves.

"No wonder he deserves Elder Mo's praise."

A clear, melodious voice rang out.

A white-robed man emerged from the garden, a sword token with a unicorn pattern hanging at his waist. His eyes were bright, and he exuded an extraordinary air.

"I am Liu Fufeng, the sixth Jade Kirin Sword Master of the Kirin Sword Sect."

He stared intently at Zhao Wuji, a smile playing on his lips:

“I received Elder Mo’s message long ago and know about your situation, so I’m waiting here specifically for you.”

As he spoke, his tone shifted, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:
"I just didn't expect you to cause such a commotion outside and refuse to come in for so long."

"Could it be," he narrowed his eyes, "that you are intentionally provoking me?"

"provocative?"

Zhao Wuji chuckled lightly and casually clasped his hands in a salute: "Fellow Daoist Liu is joking. I was merely showing my master uncle the mysteries of the Sword Tomb; how could that be considered provocation?"

"Relying on your superior swordsmanship, you led a group to invade the island?"

Liu Fufeng suddenly burst into laughter. Before the laughter subsided, the sword intent in his eyes surged violently, like ten thousand swords being drawn from their sheaths!
"What a loud tone!"

Before he finished speaking, he pointed his sword and slashed!
"Zheng!"

The flying sword at his waist was like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, its cry shaking the heavens!

"I, Liu, would like to learn your skills from you!"

"Ding!!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the Hundred Herbs Garden!
Suddenly, Zhao Wuji had formed a sword with his fingers. A burst of blood-red spiritual energy erupted from his fingertips, and he actually used his flesh and blood fingers as a sword, unleashing a burst of sword energy that directly clashed with the flying sword!
"Hey!"

The two sword energies collided, unleashing a violent gust of wind—

All the spiritual herbs within a radius of ten feet were destroyed!

"You're actually a martial arts practitioner?"

Liu Fufeng's pupils contracted sharply, and his face darkened:
"Using fingers as swords."

"Is this a sign of disrespect?!"

His sword technique suddenly changed, and the sword energy around his body surged.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

His flying sword suddenly transformed into seven afterimages, each one indistinguishable from the real one, like the Big Dipper covering Zhao Wuji's major acupoints.

"The Heavenly Pivot Sword Formation? You ate the sword fruit from the Heavenly Pivot Main Island?"

Zhao Wuji was not surprised but delighted. Only by fighting against such a sword-wielding genius could he quickly improve his swordsmanship proficiency.

With a clang, the Cold Soul Sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath, its sound like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens.

With a flick of his sword, twenty-four dazzling sword lights instantly separated, each containing a completely different sword intent.

The first sword light was like the Heavenly Wound Ancient Sword, its blade wrapped in bronze rust patterns, and wherever it passed, the air was corroded with spiderweb-like cracks.

The second sword light resembled celestial ice crystals; wherever the sword energy passed, it condensed into three feet of frost.
The twenty-four sword lights were actually the result of his enlightenment from the twenty-four sword fruits he had obtained from the thirty-six outer islands!
At this moment, the sword formation unfolded, actually outlining a celestial array diagram in mid-air, with sword energy crisscrossing and forming its own sword energy domain.

"break!"

With a shout from Zhao Wuji, the sword formation began to operate.

The Heavenly Gang Formation shone brightly, and twenty-four sword intents poured down like a galaxy, instantly shattering the Seven Star Sword Shadows.

The explosive sound of sword energy colliding resounded through the sky, and dozens of crisscrossing sword marks were plowed into the ground.

Liu Fufeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he retreated more than ten feet to avoid the sharp edge. His white clothes fluttered, and his expression was solemn: "You are indeed worthy of Elder Mo's praise for being able to break my Tianxuan Sword Formation."

He abruptly changed his tone, his voice becoming extremely cold and sharp, "However, I still have one more sword."

Before he finished speaking, his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

His body was surrounded by sword energy that surged like a tidal wave, his robes fluttered without wind, and his hair stood on end.

A phantom of a Qilin suddenly appeared behind them, roaring to the sky.

"Catch the sword!"

"boom!"

Liu Fufeng suddenly transformed into a streak of azure sword light!
This is not a simple sword control technique.

Rather, it is "body and sword as one," one of the highest realms reached by sword cultivators after their sword mind is enlightened, through the simultaneous cultivation of their mind, body, and magical treasure.

Where the sword streaked across, even the surrounding air distorted slightly, emitting a tearing sound that made one's teeth ache.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and the core of the Ice Sword Divine Thought in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly lit up. His true meaning merged into the Cold Soul Sword, which actually condensed into a three-inch-thick sword aura in front of him.

The Cold Soul Sword traced a mysterious trajectory in the air, its blade trembling.

"Boom!"

A sudden, continuous rumble of thunder.

This was not a single thunderclap, but twenty-four thunderclaps stacked together!

Each thunderous sound corresponds to a sword intent, weaving together in the air to form a net of thunderous swords.

The ground of the Hundred Herbs Garden cracked inch by inch under the terrifying sound waves, and many sword cultivators in the distant outer island chain heard the continuous rumbling thunder.

Liu Fufeng's expression suddenly changed, but his gaze remained firm and focused.

Swordsman!
No regrets once the sword is drawn!

Once the sword is drawn, there is no retreat!

"Keng!!"

The azure sword rainbow collided with the thunderous sword net, and the sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky.

A blinding bluish-white light burst forth at the point of impact, and the terrifying aftershocks of sword energy spread out in a ring, carving a furrow dozens of feet deep into the Hundred Herbs Garden.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Liu Fufeng stood there holding his sword.

A sword wound ran from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, and the blood stained the blue stone beneath him crimson.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, the Cold Soul Flying Sword swirling around him, a drop of blood slowly dripping from its icy tip.

Twenty-four sword lights still surrounded him, making him appear like a sword immortal descending to earth, as if surrounded by stars.

Liu Fufeng gave him a deep look, seemingly ignoring his own sword wound. Suddenly, he drew his sword and sheathed the Azure Rainbow Flying Sword beside him: "Fellow Daoist Zhao is the first outer sect cultivator to be able to withstand my sword-body unity."

He turned and stepped aside, saying, "I'll let you have Jade Balance Island! If you ever come to the Qilin Sword Sect, I, Liu, hope to have another duel with you!"

Zhao Wuji was surprised and couldn't help but look at the sixth sword disciple of the Qilin Sword Sect with more respect for him.

Compared to the Penglai Sword Sect, the Qilin Sword Sect, from its elders to its disciples, does indeed seem to possess the demeanor of a leading sect in the sword path.

He immediately flicked his sword finger lightly, "You're too kind!"

The Cold Soul Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, and twenty-four sword lights disappeared into the sword body like a hundred birds returning to their nest.

As Liu Fufeng made a hand seal, the Azure Rainbow Sword enveloped his body and transformed into a beam of sword light, disappearing on its own.

Zhao Wuji watched his figure leave, then withdrew his gaze and walked straight ahead.

A powerful sword intent swept over me.

Sword Washing Spring!
The spring is only about three zhang square, yet it is like a boiling jewel.

The spring water was not clear, but rather had a metallic sheen, with tiny sword-like glints floating on its surface.

Even more astonishing is the bottom of the spring.

Hundreds of ancient swords of different shapes are stuck upside down at the bottom of the spring. Many of the swords are broken or rusty, and they are surrounded by flickering spiritual light, making the entire spring look bizarre and wonderful.

These swords seem to have completely merged with the core of the Jade Balance Island formation, resembling hundreds of array flags.

"The essence of a hundred swords flows like a spring."

Zhao Wuji's gaze sharpened as he saw that the bluestone slabs by the spring were covered with sword marks, each one containing a unique sword intent.

He pointed his sword, and the Cold Soul Sword hung above the spring.

In an instant, the ancient swords at the bottom of the spring resonated in unison, and hundreds of sword intents emerged from the water like dragons, intertwining in the air to form a sword formation!
As the sword energies clashed, sparks flew, enveloping the Cold Soul Sword in a cocoon of light.

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes and sensed, extending his divine sense toward the Cold Soul Flying Sword.

Strange scenes appeared in his mind.

The Cold Soul Sword is absorbing the essence of sword intent emanating from the ancient sword.

Those ancient swords, each one was once a renowned magical weapon. Even though their spiritual essence has been extinguished, the remaining sword intent is still like fine wine that has aged.

At this rate

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise in them. "Three days of sword washing here is equivalent to a hundred days of spiritual nourishment, which is the same as having a hundred sword masters helping me refine my sword into a treasure!"

Such an opportunity is simply unheard of!

Sword Tomb truly lives up to its reputation as a sacred place for sword cultivators, preserved since ancient times!

He suddenly raised his hand, and the Blood Fiend Needle Sword shot out, sinking into the spring along with the Cold Soul Flying Sword, intending to refine the two swords together.

However.
"Buzz!"

At the deepest part of the spring, a broken sword suddenly trembled violently.

A wisp of turbid yellow aura surged from the sword, twisting and coiling like a living thing, creating a strange resonance with the Blood Fiend Needle Sword's Calamity Turbid Sword Qi!

"Huh?! This sword..."

Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.

"choke!"

The broken sword suddenly burst forth from the mud at the bottom of the spring, only to be suppressed by thousands of flying swords around it. The entire Sword Washing Spring instantly boiled like a raging sea.
(End of this chapter)