Chapter 759: Sword Embryo Sweeps Across
iginally absorbed by the silver-leaf Bodhi tree, was naturally now under his control. Looking back on his past experiences, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but sigh at the hardships faced by cultivators. Fo...Do one's best and obey fate. That's all one can do at this point. Lu Xia Tian sighed inwardly, he would never be one to give up easily, even though the essence blood of the Bat King's Fangwing was now just a meager amount left. Lu Xia Tian wouldn't sit around waiting for death; he would flee until he couldn't flee anymore!
In the faint red light, Lu Xia Tian's figure flashed violently. In the blink of an eye, as soon as he left the teleportation array, he was already several miles away.
However, just as Lu Xia Tian had flown out more than ten miles, he was startled and looked up. A large amount of transparent sword energy was gathering above his head. Inside a gigantic ball of light, the seemingly external giant sword seemed to be able to break through the limitations of distance, a sword from the sky, coming from outside the heavens.
In an instant, the giant sword had flown across an unknown distance and landed before Lu Xiaoteng. It carried a light and carefree air, devoid of killing intent, yet in Lu Xiaoteng's eyes, it was more terrifying than anything else.
Under this looming giant sword, Lu Xia Tian narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. There was no way out ahead, and a formidable enemy loomed behind him. This time, there was no escaping no matter what. The Phantom Sword Embryo was indeed still here.
“Such a rich spiritual energy, I didn’t expect there to be such a blessed place here. It’s a pity that this old man is a ghost, otherwise, establishing a cave dwelling here would indeed be a good choice.” Xuan Yan Ghost King came out of the teleportation array, cackling, “Boy, where do you think you can run this time”
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Lu Xiaitian let out a cold snort. He was indeed going to die under the Myriad Sword Embryo, but this Xuan Yan Ghost King might not fare well either. Even if the Myriad Sword Embryo hadn't appeared, he couldn't have escaped far anyway. Now, it was just that death had come a little sooner.
Just as Lu Xia Tian was powerless against the oncoming, ethereal sword embryo, that ethereal sword embryo, which came swiftly but without a trace of fire, suddenly stopped.
Lu Xia Tian widened his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing before him. At the same time, he couldn't understand why this scene had happened.
Although the mistake was brief, Lu Xiaoteng's heart filled with joy again. He didn't expect such a change to occur, it was truly unexpected. The ethereal flying sword in his dantian suddenly moved, as if resonating with the ethereal sword embryo outside.
Could it be that because I also practiced, a sudden surge of emotion welled up in my heart. Besides this, there shouldn't be any other possibilities.
Lu Xia Tian was feeling confused when a scream came from behind him. It was the Xuan Yan Ghost King he had encountered earlier.
Lu Xia Tian turned his head to look, and from the teleportation formation, not only appeared the Xuan Yan Ghost King, but also the seven Yuan Ying cultivators from Wushang City, one after another.
These people are truly incorrigible, Lu Xia Tian sneered.
The ethereal sword embryo flickered in the void, dodging Lu Xia Tian with a flash. It trembled in mid-air but slashed towards the nearest Xuan Yan Ghost King to Lu Xia Tian.
“What the hell is this!” Xuan Yan Ghost King exclaimed in surprise, a cloud of dark mist churning as a giant hand formed from the darkness shot out to grab the ethereal sword embryo.
The ethereal sword embryo sliced through the hand formed by the Yin clouds as easily as cutting tofu, effortlessly splitting it in half before charging towards the Xuan Yan Ghost King.
"Gui Yao!" The Yin Cloud Demon King, whose giant hand had been directly severed by the sword, let out a painful cry. He hadn't expected to suffer such a loss in the very first encounter. This kind of situation was something he had never experienced since entering the late stage of the Ghost King realm. Under the lock of that transparent giant sword, even the Yin Cloud Demon King felt like there was nowhere to escape.
The enraged Xuan En Ghost King roared, unleashing his ultimate attack once more. The black orb rose from the churning dark clouds.
The ethereal sword embryo moved lightly and slashed down again. The Xuan Yan Ghost King roared, a solemn look in his oily green eyes. The black orb burst forth with a beam of pitch-black ink light that struck the ethereal sword embryo.
...the purest things are at the bottom. Even the black beams couldn't stain them even a little bit. They were cut open like tofu.
More black beams shot out from the dark sphere, raining down. To the astonishment of the Xuan Yan Ghost King, those nearly transparent and ethereal sword embryos moved as if through an uninhabited realm. Even under the illumination of his own Ghostlight, they remained unaffected, pristine and pure, imbued with a sense of ethereal beauty. However, in the eyes of the Xuan Yan Ghost King, there was not a shred of appreciation for this beauty.
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In a blink of an eye, the ethereal sword embryo had pierced through Guiyao's shroud and aimed straight for the Xuan Yan Ghost King. It gracefully sliced into the dark clouds.
The changes had not been very drastic before, the clouds, a few meters wide, were now surging like stormy waves, churning in an unprecedented manner.
Although Lu Xia Tian was curious, he couldn't see the specifics of what was inside.
In a moment, a scream echoed from within the dark clouds. A cloud, measuring several meters in size, exploded with a deafening roar. Lu Xiaoteng was caught in the blast, his body tossed about like withered leaves in a tempest. He was thrown backward, blood spurting from his mouth.
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As the dark clouds parted, a ghostly figure emerged from within. It was a member of the Ghost race, its body shrouded in darkness, with a horn an inch long on its forehead and another on each side. Its face resembled a skull, and it clutched its chest as it stumbled out in panic. A cloud of black energy trailed beneath its feet, leaving behind all traces of its previous arrogance and confidence. It gaped open its mouth, swallowing the falling Ghost Light that descended from the air. It moved with incredible speed, but there was a hint of staggering in its movements as it retreated back to the teleportation array.
At this time, Cheng Dehui and his seven nascent soul cultivators emerged from the teleportation array. They witnessed the formidable Ghost Clan, who had been invincible moments ago, now fleeing in disarray. A sword wound, gruesome and gaping, marred the chest of one of the fleeing Ghosts.
Before anyone could understand what was happening, within the transparent light shield, a gigantic sword, its blade quivering with life, split into eight parts. Each fragment flew towards the seven Nascent Soul cultivators and the fleeing Xuan Yan Ghost King.
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The Xuan Yan Ghost King saw these seven people, his green eyes filled with malice. These seven people had just come out of the teleportation array, and he turned to flee, just bumping into these seven Nascent Soul cultivators face-to-face. The strange giant sword behind him was something he had never seen before in all the things he had ever seen, yet it was terrifyingly unfamiliar.
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The Xuan Yin Ghost King, taking advantage of the astonishment on the faces of the newly arrived seven people, reached out his hand directly.
A stout middle-aged man in black was startled, hurriedly brandishing a bronze flower inlaid ancient staff and striking at the Xuan Yan Ghost King.
The Xuan Yan Ghost King sneered, if he couldn't deal with that strange giant sword, how could he not deal with this mere fat man in the early stage of Nascent Soul. At this time, the two sides were very close, just a few dozen feet away. The Xuan Yan Ghost King opened his mouth wide, and a black tongue stretched out for several feet, directly wrapping around the ancient staff.
The black-robed fat man was startled. Before he could react, a black shadow flashed before his eyes. The Xuan Yan Ghost King didn't give him another chance to strike. With a grasp of empty air, he grabbed the black-robed man's body and slammed it towards one of the split bodies of the ethereal sword embryo.
The black-clad fat man saw the transparent giant sword charging at him, and he was instantly terrified out of his wits. With a cry, he pushed his palm forward, and a small brown wooden shield grew from his palm to a large size, just in time to block it.
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