Chapter Thirty-Four: The Qiankun Sword Technique

  Wumudao Ren's left sleeve shook, and a yellowish-brown light column flew out of his palm, entering the shield. The shield hummed softly, trembled a few times, and floated quietly in front of Wumudao Ren, three feet away. At the same time, he muttered to himself, holding a black long sword in his right hand, with the tip slanting towards the ground, assuming a strange posture.

  "Who are you? Why did you kill my two junior masters?" The white-clothed man asked. His voice was harsh and piercing, like a row of sharp needles stabbing into Wumu Dao's eardrums, causing his blood to churn with anger, his face growing even more unsightly.

  The man in white robes once again used his spiritual sense to scan the slender and small figure of Wumu Daoist, and saw that Wumu Daoist was indeed a mid-term golden elixir cultivator. He felt relieved in his heart, and his eyes shifted to the black long sword in Wumu Daoist's hand and the strange posture of holding the sword, and he was slightly startled again, as if he had heard of this black long sword somewhere before.

  With a wave of his hand, a wisp of white light flew out from his sleeve and landed in the palm of his hand, transforming into a silver-glowing, palm-sized circular flying wheel. The edge of the flying wheel flashed with a faint, cold glow, looking razor-sharp. As soon as the flying wheel appeared in mid-air, a bone-chilling, icy aura suddenly spread out in all directions.

  Wu Mu Dao Ren's thick and short eyebrows rose, coldly saying: "Your life is almost gone, do you need to know the Taoist master's name? As for killing people, do you also need a reason? In the past three years, how many villagers in the Tai Yue Mountains have died under the claws of evil wolves, isn't it because of the Ice Seal Valley's dog minions? Did you give them a reason?"

  As they spoke, strands of yellowish-brown fine light shot out from the ground and flashed into Wu Mu's body and the black long sword in his hand.

  Upon hearing this, the white-robed man suddenly became enraged. As a late-stage Golden Elixir cultivator, he had used his secret technique to hide his tracks and was hiding in the clouds, intending to use these two Qi Refining stage cultivators as bait to lure out the person behind Iron Wing General. Unexpectedly, Wu Mu Dao Ren, this "fish", not only quickly swallowed the "bait" right under his nose, but also dared to loudly claim that he would swallow the "angler" himself!

  If Wu Mu Dao Ren was a profound Yuan Ying cultivator, that would be fine, but he was actually a Jindan middle-stage cultivator whose magical powers were far inferior to his own.

  At this point, the white-clothed man couldn't help but laugh out of anger and said: "What a big tone you have! I'd like to see how you can take my life? Since you want to stand up for those lowly ordinary people, then go die with them!" As he spoke, his hand rose, and the silver flying wheel in his hand flew out rapidly, spinning towards Wumu Daoist. In the blink of an eye, it had grown to the size of a cartwheel, and several white rays shot out from the silver wheel, accompanied by a powerful pressure that attacked Wumu Daoist. Wherever the silver wheel passed, the air within over ten zhang was icy cold, as if space itself was about to be frozen solid.

  "Dog nonsense? Didn't you become a monk from an ordinary person? Are you a true immortal from heaven reincarnated?" Wu Mu Dao Ren saw the incoming Silver Wheel with such ferocity, not only was he unafraid, but instead opened his mouth to mock. His left hand punched the golden shield in front of him, and a dazzling light burst out of the golden shield, humming as it rapidly expanded, instantly transforming into a seven-foot-tall, shimmering barrier that blocked the Silver Wheel.

  The silver wheel and the golden shield clashed in mid-air several times, but it was hard to distinguish between victory and defeat. Although the golden shield was constantly retreating after being hit, the silver wheel was unable to break through.

  A white-clad man watched as yellow light threads flew out from the ground, pouring into Wu Mu Dao's body and the black sword in his hand. At the same time, Wu Mu Dao's magical powers were rapidly increasing, reaching a level comparable to his own in an instant. Suddenly, he looked like he had remembered something terrifying, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "Soul Control Technique! You actually understand this ancient lost art? Are the two people from White Water Town the ones you killed?"

  While speaking, he urged the full-body eight-formation law to strike out a palm, and a white light column as thick as a teacup suddenly flew out from his palm. In just one flash, it had already entered the silver wheel, which instantly increased its radiance, colliding with the golden shield once again. After a shocking and earth-shaking loud noise, the golden shield could no longer withstand the silver wheel's spinning cutting, and was finally smashed into four or five pieces. The silver wheel also flew back in the collision.

  Wudao saw the destruction of the treasure, his face showed no surprise or pain. He ignored the white-robed man's questioning and swung his left sleeve, creating a yellow glow that heavily slapped onto an incoming golden shield fragment. His right hand holding the black longsword suddenly raised high above his head, pointing at the white-robed man, shouting in a loud voice: "Heaven and Earth without bounds, Qiankun Sword Technique, Slash!"

  As soon as the word "?" came out, a black long sword made a "whooshing" sound and shot out a five-foot-long yellow sword aura. Along with the flying sword aura, a whirlwind of yellow air swirled around Wumu Daoist's body. In an instant, sand and stones flew about, the sky grew dark, and Wumu Daoist's figure vanished into the yellow wind.

  That yellow sword aura seemed to contain an irresistible strong suction, wherever it passed, the wind howled, countless flying sand and gravel wrapped in thick earth spiritual power all poured into the sword aura, the sword aura rapidly expanded, hundreds of meters of space suddenly shrunk violently towards the center due to the appearance of the sword aura, several mountain-like massive forces squeezed down from all sides towards the center, the icy cold air that originally surrounded the white-clothed man's body dispersed without a trace under the heavy pressure, the white-clothed man's internal energy was suddenly stagnant, and he felt somewhat unable to move.

  "Qian Kun Sword Technique! What's your relationship with Qian Kun Old Man?" The white-clothed man exclaimed, his eyes filled with deep fear. He gritted his teeth and poured all his energy into the returning silver wheel. The silver wheel once again flew towards Wu Mu Dao Ren. A whistling sound echoed through the air as a ring of silver flames formed around the flying wheel. The wheel's momentum suddenly increased, and it collided head-on with the incoming yellow sword light.

  At the same time, the white-robed man's body transformed into a white light thread, shooting rapidly towards the vultures swirling in the sky. In just a few flashes, he had already reached an altitude of over a hundred zhang. Seeing the mighty aura of the yellow sword shadow and recalling the legendary mysterious being, his heart was about to burst with fear, not daring to continue fighting, he turned around and fled.

  The vulture seemed to be in sync with its master's intentions, letting out a cry as it swooped down low. The man in white landed accurately on the vulture's back, and just as he let out a sigh of relief, intending to urge the vulture to fly away quickly, he felt an inexplicable chill on the top of his head. He then heard Wu Mu Dao Ren's cold voice echoing from not far behind him: "Since you know the 'Qian Kun Sword Technique', you should also know the power of the 'Qian Kun Silk'!"

  Before the words had fallen, the white-clothed man was split in two from head to toe by a fine black thread that was almost invisible to the naked eye. Even the vulture under him did not escape, its massive body splitting in two and crashing to the ground.

  In the midst of a bloody rainstorm, a fist-sized white light burst out from the body of a man in white clothes and shot off into the distance. Just over ten feet away, a faint black thread reappeared in mid-air, splitting the white light in two. The black thread quivered rapidly several times, and with a soft "crack", the white light disintegrated into numerous tiny strands that scattered and vanished into thin air.

  In the sky, the figure of Wumuwu Dao person appeared, with his right hand holding a sword and his left hand raised. A thin black thread emerged from the horizon and coiled back, looking like it was tens of feet long. When it fell into Wumuwu Dao person's hand, it transformed into a small ball the size of a walnut.

  Wumudao Ren seemed to have anticipated that the white-robed cultivator would flee upon seeing the yellow sword's edge, and after striking out with one sword, he took advantage of the yellow wind stirring up dust and rocks on the ground, quietly hiding in mid-air, and then brought out another magical artifact. Meanwhile, the third-grade demon beast "Crane-top Vulture" also failed to detect Wumudao Ren's figure.

  At the same time, the yellow sword aura that shocked the world cut the silver wheel treasure of the white-clothed man into two pieces from the middle, and then dispersed. The huge explosion generated by the intersection of the two caused all the trees within a hundred feet to turn to dust, and a deep pit appeared on the ground. As for the remains of the flute-holding man and the two green wolves, they had long since been annihilated in the explosion.

  Upon seeing a powerful Golden Elixir late-stage cultivator and a third-grade demonic beast "Crane Crowned Vulture" that was no weaker than a Golden Elixir early-stage cultivator, both of whom had died at his hands in the blink of an eye, Wu Mu Dao Ren's pale face did not show even a hint of excitement. Instead, he muttered to himself: "Could it be that the news is true? Is Jade Cauldron Sect really going to meet with disaster? In that case, wouldn't this be a case of 'cunning overreaching itself', and end up getting Water Five People killed?"

  As soon as the voice fell, a small figure flickered in mid-air several times before finally standing still again. It seemed that all his spiritual power had been exhausted from the series of attacks. A black light flashed in his hand, and the long sword disappeared into his body. He gazed at the Black Iron Army who were fighting with the ferocious wolves, then looked at the large pit on the ground, took a step forward, and landed beside the pit with a flash of dark light.

  A white-clad man and the four corpses of vultures fell from the sky, coincidentally landing in a large pit. Wu Mu Dao Ren grasped at the air around him with both hands several times, and a small storage bag, a thumb-sized snow-white elixir, and several fragments of golden shields flew out of the mud that had passed by, falling into Wu Mu Dao Ren's hands.

  Wu Mu Dao Ren's divine consciousness swept over the storage bag, muttering: "Poor ghost!" He took out dozens of glittering five-colored crystal stones and two three-inch-sized jade bottles from the storage bag, and casually threw the storage bag back onto the corpse of the white-clothed man.

  Immediately afterwards, Wumeng Dao Ren took out a crimson talisman that was full of spiritual energy, looked at it again and again, and with great reluctance, he flung it into the deep pit. A burst of crimson flames shot out from the talisman, and after falling to the bottom of the pit, tongues of flame leapt up several dozen feet high. Amidst the crackling and burning sounds, not only were the four corpses reduced to ashes, but even the soil at the edge of the pit was scorched. A wave of intense heat instantly spread outwards.

  Even the Wumudao cultivator standing at the edge of the pit couldn't bear this scorching heat, hastily retreating dozens of steps back, muttering to himself: "Since the Huoling Sect's disciples have also come to besiege Yuding Mountain, then let you all suspect and bite each other like dogs!"

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