From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 172 Burial
Xu Ning sensed a strange aura emanating from the white-haired boy, as if she had felt it somewhere before.

She quickly figured it out.

This is demonic energy!

Xiao Ba and Xiao Jiu also possess this demonic aura.

Could it be a demon raised by the Qi family?

Xu Ning quickly thought it over and she roughly understood the demon's fighting style.

She spread her arms, and bursts of lightning erupted from her body, causing her robes to billow violently and her hair to dance on both sides of her face. As the lightning overflowed, her feet lifted off the ground, and she exuded an immense sense of oppression.

Upon seeing this scene, Xue Jin's eyes widened in astonishment. He was bewildered, unsure of what kind of magic this was.

This was the first time Xu Ning had demonstrated her self-created secret technique, a move she hadn't even used against Jiang Zhaoxia.

As lightning struck her, the pain in her waist disappeared.

The white-haired youth was also astonished by Xu Ning's secret technique. He could sense a domineering spiritual energy gathering towards Xu Ning, and he even felt a dangerous aura emanating from her.

His eyes narrowed, and he immediately turned to attack Xu Ning.

boom!
He leaped into the air, his feet slamming into the snow, sending snow flying in all directions.

Faced with his approach, Xu Ning advanced instead of retreating, and the two collided in mid-air. Lightning erupted, the vines expanded, and were then shredded by the lightning.

The white-haired boy's right palm was blocked by Xu Ning's sword, and this time, Xu Ning withstood his brute force.

Xu Ning's gaze was so cold that it ignited the white-haired youth's fury.

"How dare a mortal stand in my way!"

The white-haired youth roared, and his other hand shot out, unleashing a terrifying demonic aura that exploded like black mist, forcefully knocking Xu Ning back.

Xu Ning transformed into a bolt of lightning and landed on the snow. She then jumped away, dodging the white-haired youth who was falling from the sky. He was like a meteorite crashing down from outer space, causing the snow to swirl and the snow-covered ground to tremble.

The two chased each other, launching a fierce attack on the snow. Even someone as strong as Xue Jin couldn't keep up with their speed.

Xu Ning didn't just dodge; she swung her sword faster and faster, constantly striking the white-haired boy.

"A mere mortal like you can't hurt me at all. Struggle, your secret method will surely take a toll on your body. Even if you fight with all your might, you'll still have to accept a tragic fate. This kind of ending suits you perfectly!"

The white-haired youth laughed wildly, his fists and feet moving like the wind, occasionally unleashing wooden vines that looked like spears.

Xu Ning was no longer hit by him, but her attacks were ineffective. Even so, she did not stop swinging her sword.

Her sword blade was wreathed in celestial thunder energy, each strike carrying lightning and extremely sharp.

Xue Jin tried to get up, but he couldn't. He could only watch as Xu Ning fought to the death with the enemy.

He was filled with resentment, feeling that he shouldn't have done that.

Just then, a group of Qingxiao Sect disciples ran over from afar. When they saw the corpses of the Training Hall disciples, their expressions changed drastically. They quickened their pace and went to support Xu Ning.

"Do not approach!"

Xu Ning's voice came, clear enough to reach their ears, causing them to stop instinctively.

The disciples calmed down and carefully examined Xu Ning and the white-robed youth, their fear intensifying.

The white-haired youth would occasionally unleash dozens of wooden vines, like the tentacles of a demon, appearing terrifying and horrifying on the vast white snow.

The disciples could only pray that Xu Ning would win. They had great confidence in Xu Ning, who was the top disciple of Qingxiao Sect and was invincible.

However, the longer they watched, the weaker their confidence became.

No matter how Xu Ning attacked, she couldn't break through the white-haired boy's skin, let alone cut off his limbs or behead him.

"What kind of monster is this..."

"A monster...it must be a monster!"

"Be ready to act at any time. Even if you are no match for him, you must stop him. Someone has already gone up the mountain to ask for help!"

"Who exactly is he, and why has he come?"

The disciples whispered in alarm, their voices almost all filled with fear.

The white-haired youth's attacks grew increasingly fierce, while Xu Ning's attacks became noticeably slower.

"To be able to fight my clone to this extent, what's your name? Something I should remember!"

The white-haired youth attacked while grinning maliciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, blood splattered into his vision, and his pupils dilated suddenly. He saw that Xu Ning had actually slashed through the flesh of his throat with a sword.

"How can it be……"

The white-haired boy looked incredulous.

Xu Ning's expression remained unchanged. She continued to swing her sword rapidly, and her voice rang out: "It seems you are not invincible after all."

The white-haired boy immediately jumped away, but Xu Ning pursued him relentlessly, forcing him to cover his throat with his left hand and fight her with only his right.

"Most of her previous attacks landed on my throat, but I never expected her to succeed..."

The white-haired youth was filled with shock and anger; he lost all sense of humor, and murderous intent consumed his heart.

He stopped abruptly, stomped his right foot, and in an instant, thicker and thicker wooden vines burst forth from the snow, densely packed and countless, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius. The sheer force of the vines made the disciples watching from afar feel the earth tremble.

Xue Jin was thrown into the air and landed on the snow, nearly fainting from the pain.

Xu Ning had no time to dodge; the sky above her head was already covered by a giant net made of interwoven wooden vines.

I'll make you regret this!

The white-haired youth stared at Xu Ning, his voice cold and sharp. His blood was still flowing out from between his fingers, and he could feel a special kind of energy wreaking havoc in his body.

"Ming--"

A hissing sound rang out, and the snow mist in the sky was suddenly dispersed. A pair of giant claws descended from the sky, grabbed the wooden vines that were intertwined in the air, and tore the vine net apart with their claws.

The white-haired boy looked up, his figure shrouded in darkness, and a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.

What a huge eagle demon!
Xu Ning did not take this opportunity to relax. Taking advantage of the white-haired boy's distraction, she approached again.

the other side.

Li Qingqiu, who was meditating and cultivating in his cave, opened his eyes. He heard Xiao Ba's voice and could hear the anxiety in it.

call--

Li Qingqiu vanished into thin air on the stone bed, and the spiritual energy in the cave surged, causing the herbs beside the spirit pool to sway slightly.

……

The white-haired youth's face was contorted with rage. He looked at Xu Ning in front of him with murderous intent in his eyes. At this moment, the tip of Xu Ning's sword was less than ten centimeters away from him, but her wrists and sword were bound by thin wooden vines, as was her body.

The lightning on Xu Ning's body began to dissipate. She frowned, not only unable to move, but also having her vital energy drained away.

Behind her, enormous wooden vines burst forth from the ground in an endless stream, while sections of vines continued to fall from the sky. Hachi was still helping her from the air, but she could not get close to the ground.

The white-haired youth raised his right hand, intending to sever Xu Ning's head.

call out--

A whooshing sound descended from the sky. The white-haired youth still maintained his ferocious smile. Time seemed to stand still. A silver light gradually illuminated his face. His arm had been severed and slowly rotated, with the blade-like fingertips pointing towards his face.

Seeing this, Xu Ning, who was facing him, smiled slightly.

Boom! A powerful force blasted the white-haired youth back, and a silver sword shadow was stuck in the spot where he had been standing. His right arm fell to the side.

The wooden vines on Xu Ning's body came loose, and her body went limp. She immediately stuck her sword into the snow to support herself and prevent herself from falling.

The disciples in the distance only saw a silver light descend from the sky, piercing through the wooden vines along the way and landing between Xu Ning and the white-haired boy. They were extremely nervous and had no idea what had happened.

Xiao Ba let out another hiss, causing everyone to look up. They were all pleasantly surprised, and even Xue Jin, who was lying in the distance, breathed a sigh of relief after looking at Xiao Ba.

A figure stood atop Xiao Ba's head, the sunlight shining on him so bright it was dazzling.

It was Li Qingqiu.

Li Qingqiu looked down at the white-haired boy from his high vantage point, his eyes icy cold.

The white-haired youth stared in horror at the silver sword shadow that had severed his arm. He looked up and caught sight of Li Qingqiu.

"who are you?"

The white-haired youth gritted his teeth and asked, his opponent's sword moves were too fast, so fast that he dared not make a move for the moment.

Li Qingqiu did not answer, but instead conjured up streaks of silver sword shadows around him, all pointing at the white-haired youth.

Feeling humiliated, the white-haired boy stomped his foot again, and huge wooden vines rushed out of the snow, heading straight for Xiao Ba.

A cold glint flashed in Li Qingqiu's eyes, and a dozen silver sword shadows around him shot out like arrows.

call out! call out! call out……

The sounds of air being torn apart converged, scattering the massive wooden vines that blocked their path, and hurtled unstoppably towards the white-haired youth.

The white-haired youth was terrified and instinctively leaped up, trying to dodge, but the speed of those silver sword shadows was simply too fast.

The sound of a sword piercing flesh and bone rang out. The white-haired boy, unable to dodge, was stabbed by more than a dozen silver sword shadows. He was pressed to the snow and stumbled backward.

Xu Ning looked up and saw the white-haired boy whose body was covered with silver sword shadows, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"you……"

The white-haired youth trembled all over, a silver sword piercing his face, blood gushing from the blade, quickly turning his entire face crimson.

His shoulders, chest, abdomen, thighs, knees, and calves were all pierced by the silver sword shadows. Terrifying energy was wreaking havoc within his body. He sensed energy similar to Xu Ning's, but this energy was far more powerful than Xu Ning's.

Excruciating pain, suffocation, and coldness surged from all parts of his body. The white-haired boy had not experienced such pain in a long time, and he could not even remember if he had ever experienced such agony before. This made him instinctively want to end this clone.

But he was horrified to discover that he was unable to dispel the divided soul that had taken over his clone.

How can it be……

Li Qingqiu descended from the sky and landed in front of him.

He stared at Li Qingqiu, his eyes filled with venomous hatred, and asked through gritted teeth, "You are... Li Qingqiu?"

His mouth was full of blood, which was black in color.

Li Qingqiu stared at him and said, "You shouldn't have come."

The white-haired youth endured the pain, but it was too much to bear. His face was contorted with agony, yet he forced a smile: "Li Qingqiu... do you know who you've messed with?"

Li Qingqiu did not answer him, but said to herself, "I will appear before you soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen sword shadows pierced through the white-haired youth's body, causing him to burst into a spray of blood mist that fell to the ground. He instantly became a blood-soaked figure and collapsed to the ground.

Li Qingqiu raised his hand and took out the Soul Refining Flag.

Although the white-haired boy's body fell, his soul still lingered behind him, visible only to Xu Ning. The other disciples cheered as they saw their sect leader kill the enemy and ran towards Li Qingqiu.

The white-haired boy's soul was still impaled by the silver sword shadow, unable to move.

These silver sword shadows were Li Qingqiu's self-created spell, the Soul-Stealing Flying Sword.

Now, the white-haired boy was completely panicked.

"you……"

Li Qingqiu was too lazy to waste words with him, so he directly took out the Soul Refining Flag and put his soul into the flag.

[Given that this is the first time your lineage has been attacked by demons, resulting in casualties, you have fortunately slain the demons in time, averting a crisis that could have wiped out your entire clan. You are granted an opportunity for good fortune.]

Li Qingqiu was not pleased by the prompt before him. He looked up at the corpse in the distance, his heart heavy.

He suddenly realized that a sect that is too large may not be a good thing. Without a sound means of communication and formations, it could become a breakthrough point for enemy invasion.

He didn't dwell on his regret. He raised his hand and inserted two needles into Xu Ning's body, then walked towards the corpse in the distance.

Along the way, he raised his hand and administered two acupuncture needles to Xue Jin in the distance.

The disciples rushed over, surrounded Xu Ning, and inquired about her condition.

"Go check on Xue Jin, I'm fine," Xu Ning said in a deep voice, then sat down.

Seeing that she had begun to meditate, the disciples immediately rushed towards Xue Jin.

Li Qingqiu stood before the corpses of the disciples from the Training Hall, his face grim.

The souls of these disciples have already left their bodies and are drifting aimlessly, waiting for the order of Yin and Yang to pull them away in seven days.

In the process of developing a sect, casualties are inevitable, and this is not the first time it has happened. However, this time it happened in the Taikun Mountains, which made Li Qingqiu feel somewhat guilty.

He was very strong at the ninth level of the Nourishing Essence Realm, but there were people he couldn't protect.

He began chanting a spell, a soul-clearing spell he had been researching, called the Heart-Cleansing Spell, which could briefly restore the consciousness of the deceased to their former state.

The souls of the fifteen disciples of the Training Hall quickly returned to consciousness. They looked at Li Qingqiu and subconsciously bowed in respect, but when they looked down and saw their own corpses, they were all stunned.

Are they dead?

Li Qingqiu said, "Seven days later, you will be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation. I can give you a choice: your souls can be used by me temporarily. Perhaps I can let you live in another way in the future, but that is only a possibility. I may not be able to do it. So it is up to you to decide. If you are willing to enter the cycle of reincarnation, you need me to pass on a message to your relatives and friends. Just say the word, and I will definitely convey it."

The disciples looked at each other, bewildered. Everything had happened so suddenly that they found it difficult to make a decision immediately.

Li Qingqiu continued, "You can think about it carefully. I'll come back to find you later."

He turned and walked into the distance, quickly disappearing into the snow and mist.

Li Qingqiu walked up to Liu Jie's body. Seeing that Liu Jie's head was separated from his body, his expression did not change. He walked over, picked up Liu Jie's head, and moved it in front of the body to piece the body back together.

He also cast the Heart-Cleansing Mantra on Liu Jie's soul.

Liu Jie felt as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. He opened his eyes and saw Li Qingqiu's figure.

Liu Jie bowed in salute as his previous disciples had done, and then saw his own corpse.

He was also stunned for a moment, and after realizing that he was dead, he gave a bitter smile.

I'm already dead, why should I perform any rituals?

The sect leader definitely can't see me.

Liu Jie looked up at Li Qingqiu, and asked in a helpless and aggrieved tone, "Uncle-Master... have I disappointed you..."

Li Qingqiu looked at him and said, "No, you did very well. Soon many people will be buried with you."

Liu Jie froze again, staring at Li Qingqiu in astonishment, unable to believe his ears.

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(End of this chapter)