Yunmeng Immortal Clan

Song Hongdong was not a special being like Song Daoxuan, whose spiritual energy was higher than that of others of the same level. He was just an ordinary Foundation Establishment mid-stage immortal cultivator.

As the second cultivator in the family, besides Song Zhichu, to advance to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, his strength was not considered particularly strong among those of the same level.

When Song Hongdong's white moon wheel artifact clashed with Wang Zhengqian's scroll artifact, Song Hongdong could barely hold on, but it was impossible for him to kill the other.

The battle of wits between Song Daoxuan and Gu Changhe continues.

"We must not hold back anymore. If we can kill Gu Changhe, the situation of my Qinglian Song Clan might be better!"

The magical artifacts on both sides collided continuously, creating magnificent magical ripples.

At that moment, Song Daoxuan did not hesitate. In an instant, with a thought, a small black bell flew out of his storage bag.

As soon as the bell appeared, Song Daoxuan separated a wisp of his mind to control it, and a surge of magical power was instantly poured into the bell.

In an instant, a ripple spread out, instantly enveloping Gu Changhe's mind. Gu Changhe was caught off guard and had no time to react before being attacked by this strange spiritual attack.

The instant Gu Changhe's eyes rolled back, Song Daoxuan's figure accelerated instantly, arriving in front of Gu Changhe.

A purple flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Song Daoxuan made a hand seal, and the sword began to spin rapidly in mid-air.

Then, he instantly channeled his magic power into the sword, and the sword instantly transformed into a purple bird.

Without any mercy, the purple bird slashed precisely at Gu Changhe in an instant.

The surging power of thunder instantly cleaved Gu Changhe in two at the waist.

"cut!"

The sword arc carried a sharp aura as it fell.

Before Gu Changhe could even react, he was cut in two.

With this person's death, the opposing camp lost one of its five mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators, leaving four mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Song Daoxuan killed Gu Changhe in the blink of an eye; the cultivators on the opposing side hadn't even had time to react.

"It's actually a low-grade spiritual weapon. We have cultivated for many years, yet we are still no match for this kid. He can produce a low-grade spiritual weapon with just one move..." Seeing Song Daoxuan produce a low-grade spiritual weapon, a hint of greed appeared in their eyes.

"Such cruel and decisive methods! This child must not be allowed to live. Fellow Daoists, follow me and let's all suppress this child..." Gu Jingnian did not expect that his uncle, who was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, had reached this level for so long.

Unexpectedly, after fighting this person for hundreds of rounds, he was suddenly killed by him.

Whether Gu Jingnian, with his strength, could defeat this person was still unknown.

On the Gu family's side, apart from himself, there are no other Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators who are worth mentioning.

Meanwhile, on the Wang family's side, Wang Zhengqian was engaged in a magical battle with Song Hongdong, and Wang Zhengchun and Wang Zhengkun were also available to help. His plan was to join forces with these two to defeat Song Daoxuan in one fell swoop.

The other Foundation Establishment cultivators in the early stages of Foundation Establishment were no match for this person.

"Alright! But I've said it: whoever kills this kid first gets the low-grade spiritual weapon!" Wang Zhengchun said with a squinty-eyed smile.

Gu Jingnian cursed Wang Zhengchun under his breath, calling him an old fox, and then agreed to his request.

Song Daoxuan, who had just killed Gu Changhe, instantly felt three divine senses enveloping him.

"Boy, you do have some skill in killing two Foundation Establishment cultivators from my Gu family, but today, you will die..."

"Good lad, you actually possess a low-grade spiritual artifact. You're truly remarkable!"

Song Daoxuan felt a chill in his heart. Three Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators wanted to attack him, and the magical power of these Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators far exceeded his own. He was no match for them.

Song Daoxuan made a quick decision and prepared to use his escape technique to flee from this place.

"Boy, where do you think you're going! You killed my Gu family's son and you still want to escape!" Gu Jingnian made a hand seal, and a small golden cauldron instantly covered Song Daoxuan's sky, as Gu Jingnian poured his magic power into it.

The small golden cauldron instantly expanded to several meters in size, accompanied by a flash of spiritual light.

The cauldron suddenly transformed into a giant golden crocodile several meters long. The crocodile opened its roaring maw and instantly slammed down on Song Daoxuan.

The golden cauldron before them was not a magic weapon, but a low-grade spiritual weapon similar to the Purple Lightning Longsword in Song Daoxuan's hand.

Similarly, Wang Zhengchun unleashed his magical artifact, the Eight Directions Fixed Origin Banner. As soon as the banner appeared, a halo in the shape of a Bagua diagram appeared on the ground.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhengkun, another Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivator from the Wang clan, conjured a ring-shaped object and poured his magic power into it.

The ring began to spin rapidly in mid-air, and in the next instant, it burst into flames that shot into the sky.

The flames shot straight into the sky, twisting and turning into a crimson toad engulfed in flames.

This ring is anything but simple; it is actually a low-grade spiritual artifact.

"You're quite something, kid. Besides that low-grade spiritual weapon flying sword in your hand, the black bell you just used, if I'm not mistaken, is a rare primordial spirit magic weapon. You actually dared to use that bell to imprison Gu Changhe's soul and even successfully kill him. This proves that your spiritual power has surpassed the range of ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators!"

"Die!" Wang Zhengkun's words fell as soon as they were spoken.

Of the three Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators, apart from the Eight Directions Fixed Origin Flag which is not a true low-grade magic weapon, the other two items—the golden cauldron and the fire toad ring—are all low-grade spiritual artifacts.

Furthermore, both the Dingyuan Flag and the golden cauldron have a certain binding effect on cultivators. Seeing this, Song Daoxuan thought to himself that if he could not break through the binding effect of these two objects, any escape technique he used would be of no use.

The three of them, carrying a powerful magical force, crashed towards Song Daoxuan.

With all three cultivators present, the Mind-Stabilizing Bell would be difficult to use under these circumstances, so Song Daoxuan simply put the Mind-Stabilizing Bell into his storage bag.

Song Daoxuan manipulated the low-grade spiritual weapon, the Purple Lightning Sword, transforming it into a purple lightning sparrow that crashed into the imprisonment.

Song Daoxuan felt an immense pressure. Without hesitation, he threw out several second-tier attack talismans in front of him.

boom!

With each explosion, the Fire Toad and the Golden Crocodile remained unharmed and continued to press down on the Purple Lightning Sparrow relentlessly.

The Purple Lightning Sword in Song Daoxuan's hand was already quite good among low-grade spiritual weapons, but one low-grade spiritual weapon was still somewhat strained against two low-grade spiritual weapons, as the three spiritual lights continuously consumed each other.

Song Daoxuan's Purple Lightning Sword was surprisingly dim.