Chapter 48 Kneel Down

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  Azure Cloud Peak

  As the leader of the Qingyun Sect, a disciple of Qingyun Peak, he was unparalleled in his generation and did not have two kinds of five-element physiques, so he couldn't even enter.

  Walking among the nine mountains of Xian, both Qitian and his companion clearly felt a sense of oppression.

  Not just the seventeenth generation disciples, but also many of the sixteenth generation disciples went to Qingyun Peak.

  Moyu, a remote ancient battlefield in the underground demon prison, was born in the Upper Ancient times and originated from an ancient catastrophe. Later, the underground demon prison was suppressed, leaving behind many battlefields that were controlled by the Five Great Continents.

  Even so, with the momentum of Qingyun Sect, it can only share one battlefield with two other major Difu Sects. In Moyu, there are endless opportunities hidden, countless newcomers rise from within, later dominating the world and leaving behind legends.

  Similarly, there was endless slaughter in it. Qitian clearly remembered a sentence on the front page of the predecessor's handwritten note in the Cangjing Pavilion.

  Once you enter the demonic prison, your life and death are in heaven!

  The horror of the demon prison is difficult to describe in words, but now it seems that the entire Qingyun Sect is brewing a major move.

  Before reaching the Qingyun Peak, Qi Tian and others saw several disciples from different sects. These eight vein disciples gathered in groups of four or five, vaguely dividing into factions, but not limited to one peak and one vein.

  "How dare you two come here!"

  "You really don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. Back then, it wasn't just one or two of your Sword Peaks that fell in the Devil's Prison."

  One of the disciples couldn't help but burst out laughing, all of whom were 16th generation disciples, and they even used their fingers to point at Qitian and the others.

  However, it seems that Jian Feng also didn't have many people, and in the past 5,000 years, probably more than half of them died in the Devil's Prison.

  Many disciples burst out laughing and didn't take Qi Tian's two people seriously.

  Yun Fei coldly smiled: "You all watch, in the future, I, Jian Feng's descendant, will suppress each and every one of you."

  "Suppress? Did you hear that? Yun Fei this kid says he wants to suppress us, what right does he have, just because he's Yun Fei? And there's also an Innate Sword Body that's difficult to cultivate?"

  Some people sneered, thinking that Yun Fei was laughable. As the 16th generation disciples, their cultivation days far exceeded those of Qi Tian and Lei Gang. Moreover, their swordsmanship was not as good as their magic spells. Those who were at the same level as them only had a suppressed fate. On the day when Qi Tian and Lei Gang fought, apart from the sharpness of the innate sword energy that was hard to resist, they didn't see anything special about the innate sword body. They thought that the innate sword body was nothing more than that. If it weren't for the demon cultivator Dongshan Wang coming to attack, nine out of ten times they would have been suppressed.

  "Let's go."

  Yun Fei nodded, and the two of them were about to leave.

  "Look, people from Xuanbing Sect have arrived!"

  "It's really them, as expected, they're also heading to Magi's Prison."

  "Hurry up! If we can establish some connections, this trip to the Devil's Prison will definitely bring great benefits!"

  Zi Tian felt astonished, looking ahead, he saw a line of more than ten people walking towards him. These people had icy breath, their eyes didn't glance sideways, as if they were separated from others by a world.

  Then, Qitian couldn't help but laugh, it turned out that the people in this immortal path also had many similarities with the mortal world, and they also gave rise to factional divisions.

  With a thought, Qitian transmitted his voice: "Do you know what Xuanbing Sect is?"

  "Know," Yun Fei's voice was somewhat solemn, "Xuan Bing Sect, founded by the 16th generation leader of Qing Yun Peak, gathered many disciples from the eight veins, with very strong power. Within the sect, almost no one dares to provoke them, and some elders also have to give them face."

  "The sixteenth generation of leaders."

  Qitian slightly furrowed his brow, and once again thought of that ethereal figure.

  Several disciples were chatting with the Xuanbing Sect, trying to build a relationship and gain benefits in the Demon Prison. Qitian shook his head slightly and was about to leave with Yunfei.

  "Stop, Cloud! Why are you two in such a hurry!"

  Separating the crowd, Xuan Bing led a few people walking towards this side. The leader was a young Daoist, wearing a dark-colored Daoist robe, with a white face like jade, and a faint aura of light around his body. In his hand, he played with an ancient bell the size of a baby's fist, which was crystal clear and emitted golden blue divine light, with a mysterious aura brewing within.

  "These two kids are done for, Jinquan Shixiong has got his eyes on them, they're definitely going to suffer big time!"

  "Jin Shui Xuan Zhong, it's said that he has already reached the fifth rank, and is only waiting for Jin Quan to condense the last wisp of Dao rhyme from the realm of recognizing the divine, and once combined, he will be able to smoothly advance."

  "After being promoted to a fifth-grade artifact, everything below the fifth grade is just an ordinary artifact. I wonder when we can also refine a fifth-grade artifact."

  Some disciples were delighted with misfortune and admired the golden water jade bell in Jinquan's hand.

  Jin Quan walked over and smiled lightly at the two of them: "I heard that in the previous Jiu Feng small competition, you two stirred up quite a commotion."

  "It's too kind of you!"

  Yun Fei's voice was cold and detached as he said, "If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave first."

  "Hold on, what are you two things? Master Jinquan is speaking to you, and yet you still don't show any respect. You haven't even come to kowtow and admit your guilt! Our Xuanbing Sect has spared your lives since Sword Peak hasn't fallen, so we might be able to take you in. That way, you can each get an extra Spiritual Stone every month!"

  Behind Jinquan, a disciple spoke up and shouted, pointing at Qitian and the other person, saying in a cold voice: "You still haven't come over!"

  He glanced at this person, and Jinquan nodded in satisfaction, saying: "Not bad, you surrender to me, follow the Xuanbing Sect, and when I ascend to the 16th generation, I can give you a way out."

  "This Golden Spring has quite an attitude."

  There were disciples who passed on the sound, thinking that Jinquan's words were great.

  "It's highly likely that this Jin Quan is also extraordinary in terms of qualifications and has a high level of enlightenment. After entering the sect for five years, he has already reached the realm of recognizing spirits. It's even rumored that he received guidance from that person. Now, he has already occupied a position among the 16th generation, and in the future, as long as his cultivation goes smoothly, his status will definitely not be low within the sect."

  At this moment, Qi Tian furrowed his brow and said, "We won't be joining the Xuan Bing Sect. Farewell."

  "You two are such lowly and common children, both of you are from ordinary backgrounds, your temper is indeed very bad! How did your parents pass away so early without teaching you to know what's real and when to advance or retreat?"

  They stopped in their tracks, took a deep breath, and both Qi Tian and Yun Fei made their move at the same time. Yun Fei's body was as swift as lightning, but Qi Tian was even faster. With a single step, he arrived in front of the disciple.

  "How dare you!"

  Jin Quan let out a loud whoosh, his right hand chopping down with a palm seal, the majestic Golden Water Path's power surged forth, actually producing the sound of wind and thunder, the air rippling with dense waves.

  His body shape didn't stop, Qitian's left hand pointed out with his sword, the majestic life energy surged, and the sharp aura burst forth from every muscle and bone, suddenly pointing at the palm of Jinquan.

  Pfft——

  The sword pierced through his palm and went out, Jin Quan let out a miserable cry, his body shape violently retreated, Qi Tian took another step forward, and suddenly came to the front of that 17th generation disciple.

  "You dare, Thick Earth Tripod, suppress him for me!"

  That seventeenth generation disciple was no weakling either, having previously charged into the sixth layer of Yanluo Temple. His cultivation had also entered the realm of recognizing spirits. Seeing that things were not going well, he struck out with a Taoist instrument.

  The thick earth tripod suddenly swelled up to the height of a zhang, and the yellow earth-colored tripod flowed with the power of the Earth Conductor, the power was like a snake, flowing on the body of the tripod. A thick and heavy Dao rhyme pressed down, the mouth of the tripod faced downwards, and in an instant, it swallowed Qi Tian into it.

  It's over!

  Unequal to all men's imagination, in that thick earth tripod, a majestic sword whistling sound rises.

  Crack!

  A crack appeared on the surface of the Thick Earth Tripod, and in an instant, a golden jade-colored primordial sword energy burst out amidst the shocked gazes of everyone. The Thick Earth Tripod suddenly shattered, and Qitian was born from within it.

  Hmph!

  Hou Tu Ding was the seventeenth generation disciple who recognized the way of sacrifice and refinement, but at this moment he was struck by Qi Tian and suffered a severe injury, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  "Kneel down!"

  With a cold shout, Qi Tian's right palm slapped down, and the majestic life energy surged. His entire right palm was filled with sharp edges, and as soon as he pressed down, the Taoist robe on the shoulder of that 17th generation disciple was torn to shreds, like an icy sword. The Xuan Bing Sect disciple only felt a massive force suppressing his shoulder, and his Taoist powers were instantly scattered.

  (Don't let everyone down, tomorrow there will still be three updates. Ten Steps wants to eat a kind of mooncake called "Recommendation Ticket", can you send some to Ten Steps? Tomorrow's first update, around 7:30 in the morning!)