Chapter 432: Each Fleeing For Themselves
This Mo Yu Daoist had similar cultivation to him, but Qin Sang not only came from another realm, his experiences were countless times more colorful than Mo Yu Daoist, who had been cultivating within t...Jiedan isn't as easy as Cangling said.
However, with Han Zhu's talent, and the favor of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his chance of forming an elixir core was much greater than others.
Such an opportunity is enviable.
As they spoke, they finally flew out of the waters surrounding the chaotic island.
All held their breath, gliding silently across the surface of the water.
They didn't fly far before everyone abruptly stopped, raising their heads as one to stare at the distant sky. Their expressions were varied.
It is noon now.
The sun was shining brightly, the sky was clear for miles.
The sky was a brilliant blue, clear and refreshing.
To the south, where the sky and water met, there was a patch of crimson cloud that stood out remarkably. It obscured a large portion of the sky.
The crimson clouds swirled and writhed, as if concealing countless monstrous ghosts. Even from afar, Qin Sang could still faintly feel the terrifying aura emanating from the red clouds, causing a shiver of fear to run down his spine.
This red cloud is definitely not formed naturally by the vast expanse of clouds and water. The battlefield is right there!
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“Be careful, everyone.”
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Chang Ling reminded him, a glow flashed from his robes, then vanished. His aura condensed to the extreme, hiding perfectly.
Qin Sang secretly activated the Tun Ling Jue.
After some thought, he took out another three-foot blue blade and grasped it in his hand.
This spirit sword was the best he had forged over many years of learning swordsmithing. It was a top-grade spirit sword mixed with cold gold, its quality ranking among the best magical artifacts.
Qin Sang had refined countless swords, but similar spirit swords were only forged once.
After years of lavish spending, all the cold gold had been used up. Qin Sang named this sword "Cold Gold" as a reminder.
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However, 'Hanjin' is far inferior to the Obsidian Sword. It's not just because the Obsidian Sword is a magical weapon.
The gap between them is not just in quality.
The ebony sword is Qin Sang's natal spirit sword!
The martial art, the magical powers accompanying it, and the natal spirit sword are one entity, and none of them can be missing. The Sword Qi Thunder Sound divine ability must be wielded through the Ebony Sword.
Even if other spiritual swords were of higher quality, once wielded by Qin Sang, they couldn't unleash the Sword Qi Thunder Sound divine ability. Their power paled in comparison to the Obsidian Sword. Once deprived of the Obsidian Sword, Qin Sang's strength would undoubtedly plummet significantly.
Although the ebony sword is powerful, it's not advisable to use it openly in this situation.
The Wumu Sword is Qin Sang's natal sword, forged through the union of his heart and spirit. Although he can, in a short time, do his best to conceal the aura of the Wumu Sword as a magic weapon, this concealment will not last long.
Especially in combat, once caught in a critical moment, with no time to spare, it is easy to reveal vulnerabilities.
Treasures, for cultivators at the Dan Formation stage, are also precious treasures.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator wielding a magic treasure, in the eyes of a Core Formation cultivator, is no different from a child holding gold and parading through the market. Who can guarantee they wouldn't harbor greed
On the battlefield, cultivators at the Dan-Forming stage are not uncommon. Once Qin Sang exposes a flaw, it is impossible for them to miss his perception. What follows could very well be an inescapable disaster.
Therefore, Qin Sang had already made up his mind to avoid using the Ebony Sword as much as possible. Even if he was truly forced to, he would stay away from the battlefield and find a place to hide.
Or perhaps leave it as an unintended consequence.
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Qin Sang held a cold gold sword in one hand and an yin-yang compass in the other. In the midst of the chaos, the yin-yang compass proved surprisingly effective.
Everyone else also quickly got ready.
Qin Sang chased after Cang Ling, the three of them, cultivators at the late stage of foundation building, walked in the front, followed by others.
Continuing to fly for a while, the crimson cloud formations in our vision became clearer and clearer.
This cloud mass was unusually vast, almost covering half the sky. Even Yuncang Lake wasn't spared; its waters turned a fiery red, with towering waves crashing ashore, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle.
Clouds surged, like the approach of nightfall, tinged crimson by the setting sun.
The crimson cloud obscured the vision, making it impossible to see who was fighting inside. It was unclear how many people were on the battlefield and which side had the upper hand.
Unclear about the situation, unable to make a decision.
Everyone was restless and uneasy, their hearts filled with dread. They had already cursed Pei Qin's eighteen generations of ancestors a hundred and eighty times in their minds.
Just then, a loud and clear dragon roar echoed from afar.
Only crimson clouds, as if sliced open from within by a blade, suddenly split in two down the middle.
A streak of azure light pierced through the crimson clouds, like a celestial dragon weaving between them. The blade shone with razor-sharp intensity, drawing in the world's spiritual energy and forming a terrifying hurricane of blades.
The crimson cloud was severely damaged by the sword light, but it hadn't yet dispersed.
Judging by its imposing presence and the glimmer of sword light within, it must be a magical artifact without a doubt!
Everyone was shocked by the sudden appearance of this sword light.
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Crimson cloud clusters capable of countering treasures, could they also be treasures
Two magical artifacts clashed, and they couldn't tell who was gaining the upper hand. They didn't know who to hope for victory because they had no idea who owned these artifacts.
Immediately, they realized the entity within the azure sword light wasn't a spirit sword, but a needle-shaped magic treasure!
“That’s Master Fang’s magical treasure, the Heavenly Escape Needle!”
Qiao Jiang pointed at the sword light, his expression suddenly became extremely excited, "The Heavenly Escape Needle is Master Fang's natal magic weapon. It is well-known throughout our Xu Ling Sect! Master Fang is fine, everyone don't worry!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd's hearts finally eased somewhat.
It was that Master Fang who sent Liu, a cultivator surnamed Liu, to the trading meet for help.
Everyone was frightened by the sight of the Liu cultivator's injuries, fearing that Uncle Fang would suffer the same fate and be critically wounded.
Let's see the terrible power displayed by the Celestial Flying Needle. Master Fang's condition should be alright, not as badly injured as they had previously imagined, he is not frantically fleeing for his life.
Now that Pei Qin has come to their aid, the Xiaohan domain can at least hold its ground and avoid immediate collapse.
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"Come on! Let's go take a look!"
Cang Ling gritted his teeth and sped up.
They were still far from the battlefield, shrouded in clouds, unable to see anything. They had no idea what the real battlefield had become.
Qin Sang furrowed her brows, glanced at Cang Ling's departing figure, hesitated for a moment, then still leapt to follow.
His vigilance had reached its peak.
Their speed gradually decreased, they cautiously approached the cloud cluster. Unfortunately, they still couldn't see anything, only hearing bursts of spiritual energy whistling ahead.
After advancing for a short while, Qin Sang's expression moved slightly. He suddenly stopped and waved his hand back abruptly.
Then Cang Ling and Fan Zhen followed suit, only slightly slower than Qin Sang, almost pressing down the escape light at the same time.
The three pairs of eyes turned to the water before them, meeting each other's gaze for a moment, then moved simultaneously!
In preparation for the impending battle, they had long since practiced their formations, working together seamlessly. Qin Sang and Fan Zhen flanked each other, while Cang Ling strode forward, reaching above a body of water and encircling it completely.
The others looked at each other in confusion, unsure what was happening, and stood frozen in place.
But before the three of them could get their footing.
With a splash, the waves flew.
A dark shadow shot out of the water like a sharp arrow, incredibly fast, and in an instant was about to break through their encirclement.
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