Chapter 47: The Pure Yang Sword Technique

  "Don't let me die in vain!" Song Qing furiously transmitted his voice to the three people present. The golden elixir energy that had just formed in Song Qing's body surged into the Long Sword, and the Pure Yang Sword Technique itself was a top-notch sword cultivation technique of the Pure Yang Sect, its power now beginning to manifest at the Golden Elixir stage.

  The golden energy of the Golden Elixir was like a mighty river, surging and rushing into the long sword. The sword absorbed the energy, vibrating non-stop, as if it had encountered its favorite food, bringing unending joy.

  At this time, the three people behind him woke up with a start. A small, delicate pale red boat appeared in Zhang Jun's hand, with mysterious symbols carved on its body, emitting a faint red glow. Extremely exquisite and beautiful, as if it were a work of art.

  The Golden Ark I just rode has been damaged and can no longer be used. Fortunately, I still have a pretty good Rush Road artifact, Zhang Jun secretly rejoiced, otherwise, even if we broke through this barrier, we might not have been able to escape the pursuit.

  Zhang Jun, being the most refined of the three, made up his mind and threw the small red boat onto the ground. The boat instantly expanded and transformed into a one-zhang-long and eight-chi-wide ship.

  Zhang Jun grasped the two girls with both hands and jumped onto the boat. As soon as they were on board, he manipulated his fingers in a secret gesture, and with a whooshing sound, the small boat shot out.

  On the other side, the withered old devil blocked Song Qing's long sword and also pinched a strange spell. In the dark, black fog that couldn't see five fingers, a figure with great momentum rushed out. Song Qing was shocked, this is the ghost head embroidered on the ancestor magic flag with a green face and fangs.

  The ghost rushed out, and the light of this world became even darker. A gloomy wind blew in the sky, and the temperature dropped instantly, as if it had suddenly entered a cold winter.

  In contrast, Song Qing's golden light burst forth. It was as if a small sun had appeared here, and those illuminated by the light felt warmth similar to that of sunlight.

  The Pure Yang Sword Manual itself is the power of Heaven and Earth's utmost yang, used to forge one's body, condensing into a sword pellet, which is also the Golden Elixir. Once the Golden Elixir is nurtured, it becomes an extraordinary sword, filled with the utmost yang and powerful energy of Heaven and Earth.

  Jian Xiu's lineage, once able to give birth to a Fa sword, will be one sword that breaks through all laws, roaming freely in the heavens and earth. At that time, they will truly not rely on external objects and distance themselves from other cultivators.

  Whoosh, a long sword filled with the power of utmost yang and firmness flew out of his hand and shot towards the old devil's dry bones.

  Roar, the green-faced ghost head let out a shrill cry and met the long sword.

  Rumble...

  A huge light burst forth, the ghostly head and long sword clashed in a short, fierce battle.

  Clang! The long sword stabbed into the ghost's tusk, and sparks flew out instantly. The tusk seemed to be undamaged, the long sword retreated, and Song Qing's face was solemn.

  However, if you look closely, you will find that the fang already has a faint crack, but it is instantly filled with a black air and restored to its original state.

  Just as Song Qing and Guī Tóu were facing off, Zhang Jun's red boat had already arrived in front of the Black Fog.

  A loud noise rang out, and the dark fog rippled with faint wrinkles, but did not break open.

  The withered old devil burst out laughing, thinking of escaping? This is almost the ancestral magic flag's descendant boundary, how could a mere mid-grade artifact-level boat possibly break through it? Unless the ancestral magic flag is damaged or you open the boundary yourself, otherwise, just stay here obediently!

  Just then, the old devil Ku Gu had just become proud of himself, and saw Zhang Jun take out an object the size of a chicken egg, dark red in color. The driver of the small boat retreated hundreds of meters, waved his hand, and the round, egg-like object was thrown into the black fog.

  Rumble...

  A deafening roar shook the sky and earth, as if a small nuclear bomb had exploded. A small mushroom cloud appeared, and the seal was opened in an instant, revealing a gap of several meters.

  The red boat was manipulated by Zhang Jun, and it was about to rush out of the gap that had opened for a short time. When Song Qing saw this scene, he felt relieved in his heart.

  But the withered old devil controlling the skull head went from complacency to astonishment, then to shock and anger, and finally to cold laughter. However, he was deeply hidden in the black fog, so Song Qing couldn't see his expression, otherwise he would not have felt so delighted.

  The energy of the Golden Elixir that enhances one's power is not as effortless and perfectly controlled as when one cultivates it oneself. Song Qing found it very difficult to control, with a kind of stagnation in the flow of energy, making it hard to control.

  Whoosh, the red boat burst through the gap into the black fog, just a few meters of black fog. It seemed that he was about to rush past it himself, and his path to survival was within reach. Zhang Jun's heart was filled with wild joy. He could even imagine himself escaping alive, returning to the sect for help, and then tearing the old demon's corpse into pieces, erasing its true spirit.

  A dark red tassel spear suddenly appeared, shooting onto the Red Ark. The Red Ark flashed a red light, but it was unable to withstand the red tassel spear. The protective shield protecting the Red Ark seemed as thin as paper, and was pierced with one poke.

  The red boat was pierced in an instant, the red tassel spear nailed to the front of the boat, Zhang Jun only felt that the entire red tassel spear seemed to be nailed to his own heart. With a cracking sound, one could hear the heart breaking into pieces.

  "Boom!" The red boat crashed down.

  Zhang Jun hastily pulled the two women back quickly, as there was a master in front of them, at least not an existence that Zhang Jun could resist. Further, Zhang Jun could feel that he would definitely die. It was an inexplicable premonition, but Zhang Jun decisively retreated.

  On the other side, Song Qing, who was paying attention, saw this scene and felt as if he had been struck by lightning on a clear day. "Failed, is it really going to die together here?"

  "Blah blah......" The dry and hoarse laughter of the old devil echoed throughout the entire venue.

  "You're too naive! Do you think you can easily escape from Lao Zu's hands?" One by one, mysterious black figures emerged from the dark fog.

  This is an army of dark mist, with a general-like figure composed of black mist who is obviously the leader. His entire body is made up of black mist, wearing ancient armor, his eyes glowing with a faint red light, holding a dark-colored red-tasseled spear in his hand.

  Song Qing could feel that the cultivation of this demon servant was at least in the late stage of pregnancy, and with a single shot from his Difficult-to-Open Gun, he had brought down Zhang Jun's entire fleet. Behind the general were several other demon servants in the middle and early stages of pregnancy, and Song Qing was shocked to think that the Ancestral Demon Flag could actually produce such powerful demon servants.

  "Even if I have to die, the old devil Qiguan must pay a heavy price." Song Qing's heart was desperate, but after making up his mind, he calmed down.

  With a whoosh, the golden long sword was recalled by him.

  Huge, the thumb-sized golden elixir spinning inside the dantian suddenly burst out. Following the meridians, whooshing sounds were heard as the golden elixir poured into the long sword along with the true energy.

  "Old devil, accept your death!" Song Qing roared, his jade crown shattering, his hair disheveled. The fierce wind howled, his long hair flying wildly. A heroic yet sorrowful roar, this was the final angry cry of a life at its end.

  The long sword leaps up, as if chasing stars and moons, transforming into a meteor falling down, magnificent and resplendent.

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