Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 232 - 223: Who Gave You the Courage?_1

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"What did you say?"

On the banks of the Soul-Lost River, an old man in black robe who had revealed his form was stunned.

Ever since hundred of years ago,

after advancing to the Golden Pill Realm or even just the Foundation Establishment Stage, no Qi Practitioner had ever spoken to him in such a condescending tone.

The key point was that it seemed so matter-of-fact, so righteous, even angrier than himself.

So much so that he began to suspect he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.

"Threatening me unprovoked, you deserve to die!"

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword fell again, its target unexpectedly the Bai Gui Zi whom he had previously been forced to abandon killing.

"Ancestor, save me!"

Bai Gui Zi, in great fear, desperately ran towards the direction of the man in black robes, but was terribly slow; his essence blood had been drained, causing even walking to make his meridians ache.

"You lowly creature, you're courting death!"

The Patriarch Bai Gui reacted, his words chillingly cold as he struck out with a palm.

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi violently fluctuated!

The wailing sound appeared between heaven and earth, as if a multitude of ghosts had descended, attaching themselves to every line of his palm imprint, capable of instantly suppressing an average Foundation-building cultivator.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword descended, piercing through the great ghost palm without any resistance.

It only felt a slight chill,

and the huge ghost palm had already collapsed, turning into streaks of spiritual light that dissipated.

"Ancestor, save..."

Bai Gui Zi screamed in agony but was unable to stop it for a moment; an Azure Flying Sword pierced through his forehead, leaving behind a massive hole, with countless fine Sword Qi erupting, turning him into shreds and fragments.

"You..."

Patriarch Bai Gui was stupefied once more, staring dumbly at the hole that had appeared in his own palm, with blood intensely flowing out.

"Your audacity is truly astonishing,"

Jiang Ding looked at him as if he were looking at a fool: "Not only did you dare to scare me, but you also dared to catch my Flying Sword with your bare hands without any Magic Tool."

"Really great," he said.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew towards the sky, then descended once more, the Sword Intent of Destruction spreading throughout a kilometer radius, constantly buzzing, even more excited than before!

"Beginning with the slaying of a Golden Pill, from here on out!"

"Arrogant!"

Patriarch Bai Gui finally came to his senses, fury rising in his heart. A long banner about three meters long emerged, shining with brilliant spiritual light, vigorously waved by him.

Wuu wuu wuu...

Cold, sinister presences emerged between heaven and earth. One-horned ferocious ghosts jumped out from the banner one after another, each aura at the peak of Qi Practicing, one hundred and eight in total, quickly arranging a complex Formation Method.

Among them, there were even three Ghost Generals with the genuine aura of the Foundation Establishment Stage, approaching the limit allowed by this piece of heaven and earth!

"Die!"

Patriarch Bai Gui said icily.

Roar, Roar!

The three Ghost Generals roared, each spitting out a pitch-black arrow, forming a Three Talents Formation and shooting towards the sky.

The remaining one hundred and five peak Qi Practicing fierce ghosts spewed out streams of black Qi, pouring into the arrows.

Their aura rapidly intensified to a level that would change the color of ordinary Foundation-building cultivators!

The Taiqing Flying Sword never dodged head-on attacks.

Accelerated by electromagnetic patterns, it struck at them.

Clang!

In the sharp sound of metal clashing, countless Sword Qi and pitch-black Spiritual Light splashed out.

"Again, it's..."

Patriarch Bai Gui's heart was shaken, feeling somewhat absurd.

Two of the black arrows, strengthened layer upon layer, capable of killing several foundation builders, were forcibly severed!

The third was dimming in Spiritual Light and trembling unsteadily.

The Azure Flying Sword swept through it, splitting it into two halves, not even sparing a glance at the remnants as it shot into the great Bai Gui array.

In a flicker, the Deep Blue Sword-light flashed past.

Over a dozen roaring peak Qi Practicing fierce ghosts' bodies stiffened.

Two bright blue lines appeared at the waist and abdomen, silently dividing them into two parts, with their Spiritual Light collapsing and disappearing.

Roar, roar, roar!

"Kill!"

The three Ghost Generals of Foundation Building were enraged, wielding a mace, a giant axe, and a large hammer, each emitting cold black smoke, they smashed them towards the Azure Flying Sword, the other peak Qi Practitioners also taking action, moving in formation to attack.

Whoosh!

The dense attacks and complex formation were pierced through by the Taiqing Flying Sword, leaving over ten peak Qi Practicing ghost soldiers bisected at the waist, falling to the ground, dispersing as Spiritual Light.

The attacks of the three great Ghost Generals, though fierce, were unable to truly hit it, and they roared with anger.

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Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Like a blue lightning bolt, the Taiqing Flying Sword darted wildly across the Ghost Formation, unstoppable, rapidly slaying each ghost soldier in its path.

Until seventy-two lay dead, then the seventy-third.

When only thirty-five ghost soldiers remained, the Ghost Formation slightly stagnated before crumbling with a thunderous collapse.

The power of the three great Ghost Generals, bolstered by the Big Array, suddenly dropped!

"This is bad!"

Patriarch Bai Gui's complexion changed.

"Behead!"

Jiang Ding uttered a low shout.

All of his mana flowed into it, causing the light of the Taiqing Flying Sword to intensify, its speed increased once more as it passed through the dark Qi entwining the wolf-tooth mace and giant axe, with a crack, it cleanly broke through the pitch-black Ghost Artifact hammer.

Then, it pierced through the head of Ghost General Dachui!

The large frame of the Ghost General stiffened.

Countless deep blue Sword Qi burst forth from the mouth, nose, and eyeballs, the body disintegrated into a substantial mass of fragments, different from ordinary ghost soldiers.

"Behead!"

"Behead!"

Following the death of Ghost General Dachui, the resonating hum of the Taiqing Flying Sword grew mightier; two more strikes in quick succession, snapping twice, completely severed both the ghost artifact and the head of the Giant Axe Ghost General and the Ghost General With Mace.

"Spurt!"

"You dare to slay my Ghost Generals!"

With the three great Ghost Generals utterly destroyed, Patriarch Bai Gui spurted fresh blood, his face turning deathly pale.

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"I said it, those who scare me, must die!"

Jiang Ding uttered a low shout, pointed with his finger, and a terrifying Sword Intent descended. The speed of the Taiqing Flying Sword exploded, slashing towards the head of the old man in black robe.

"Youngster, you are seeking your own death!"

Patriarch Bai Gui's words were chilling.

In his pupils, a flash of pitch-black light, like two vast and deep lakes, merged together and swiftly filled the heavens and earth, becoming the only thing in existence.

Jiang Ding's vision darkened.

When he reopened his eyes, he no longer saw the mountain forest, the great river, or the dim skies over the Nine Heavens Relics.

Before him lay a boundless dark sea of suffering, where countless Vital Souls and ghosts sank, struggling but never breaking free.

"Mortal!"

"Come down and join us!"

Countless ghostly spirits howled incessantly, their withered hands reaching out in masses, pulling his legs, arms, body, dragging him into the dark sea of suffering.

Jiang Ding tried to draw his sword.

But he found it missing from his side, even the omnipresent mana and Divine Sense within him had completely dissipated.

He was now a true and complete Mortal.

He could only watch helplessly as his body was gradually dragged under by thousands of ghosts.

"Illusion attack with Divine Soul magic!"

With a moment's thought, he had his answer.

"Quite profound, of great use in fights at the Gold Pill Level."

"But"

Jiang Ding merely sneered.

"You're just using a Qi Practitioner's Divine Soul Display."

"Is this little trick meant to scorn whom?"

The surrounding entities that had been relentlessly dragging him down toward the sea of suffering suddenly stiffened, frozen.

Boom!

An endless eruption of deep blue Sword Intent transformed into tangible Sword-light, scattering in all directions, shattering the dark sea of suffering and the thousands of ghosts as if tearing up a painting, leaving not a trace behind.

Brilliance abounded.

Upon opening his eyes,

the first sight that met Jiang Ding's gaze was the old man in black robe spewing blood again and frantically fleeing with no trace of his former majestic air.

"Flee? Can you escape?"

A flash of murderous intent glinted in Jiang Ding's eyes.

He took a step forward to fly, but then slumped.

Hurriedly retreating, he eyed the murky waters of the Soul-Lost River and regained his senses.

"One cannot cross the Soul-Lost River directly, but there are several passages one can take."

"His Divine Soul contains the remnants of My Sword Intent, and as long as he is within the Nine Heavens Relics, he cannot escape."

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword returned, sinking into the electromagnetic patterns between his eyebrows.

Jiang Ding pondered for a moment, barely restraining his urge to kill, then turned and flew toward the direction of the Spiritual Medicine Garden.

"Forget it."

"First, find the Spirit Fruit that mother needs, then I'll go after him."

"Scare me, and even a Qi Practitioner must die."