Blood Spirit Pill

Zhican Valley had done many favors for Cangjiang Sect, so when the invitation letter from Zhican Valley arrived, Sect Leader Wang Fang didn't hesitate at all. He immediately took the strongest combatants from the sect to rush to their aid.

However, they didn't expect that upon arriving at Zhican Valley, their sincere intentions were met with less than favorable treatment. The disciples of Zhican Valley were generally arrogant, considering themselves superior to others, and they looked down on both small sects and body cultivators. As a small sect that also focused on body cultivation, the disciples of Cangjiang Sect suffered humiliation and disdain.

Adding to this situation, the Thousand-faced Poison Lord was stirring up trouble and sowing fear within Zhican Valley, resulting in a horrific massacre. So, while Wang Fang was already displeased, fear also began to creep in. He finally started to consider retreating, looking for an opportunity to leave and avoid sending his disciples to their deaths... They had never been afraid of death, but the attitude of Zhican Valley had left them feeling cold and unworthy.

But coming was easy, leaving was hard. Escaping from the Hengduan Mountain Alliance was no simple task.

Fortunately, during the Zhican Valley massacre, a disciple named Liu Han had shown great intelligence, repeatedly stopping the other disciples and preventing them from getting involved in the horrific slaughter. As a result, their small sect had managed to survive until now.

As a small sect, Wang Fang had positioned himself wisely on the battlefield, always staying at the back. He believed that as long as he could avoid fighting, he would never step forward.

Particularly, during the first attempt to break the first array, a disciple named Li Yi had single-handedly broken through the array, bringing back crucial information and earning a significant merit. This accomplishment was enough for their small sect to justify their presence, so Wang Fang became even more cautious, secretly warning his disciples to stay out of the fight and play it safe.

...Much like Qin Ran's style.

Therefore, during the Hengduan Mountain Alliance's attempts to break the first and second arrays, the alliance suffered terrifying casualties, while Cangjiang Sect had barely any losses.

When facing Lu Junxing, the master of Zhican Valley signaled for the final charge. As body cultivators, Wang Fang decisively led his disciples to stay at the very back, refusing to move forward.

However, he never expected that with one slash of his sword, Lu Junxing unleashed an indiscriminate attack, locking the entire charging force, including those who had stayed at the back, within the sword aura.

"Mountain and River Map!"

Wang Fang gazed at the towering mountain in front of him, looking up but unable to see the top.

He felt the majestic and overwhelming aura of the mountain, sensing the destructive sharpness of the sword aura that had formed it. He was in awe. The entire mountain peak was entirely composed of sword aura.

Mountain after mountain, connected by rivers, all formed from sword aura. The sword aura had constructed this entire world, this landscape!

One sword transforms into rivers and mountains!

What is true power?

This is true power!

Within this black-and-white sword aura world, Wang Fang clearly felt the vast disparity in the world.

Even among Nascent Soul cultivators, there are differences!

Trapped within the Mountain and River Map, if they didn't find a way out, they would eventually be ground to death by the terrifying mountains and rivers.

As the sect leader and the only Nascent Soul cultivator in the sect, Wang Fang had to protect his disciples.

He stepped forward, roared, and his body began to grow inch by inch, reaching over ten zhang in height. His clothes ripped apart, revealing his muscular, explosive physique. Then, he clenched his fists and punched the towering sword mountain in front of him.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, the mountain shook and began to collapse.

But the collapsing mountain turned into streams of black-and-white sword aura, scattering in all directions.

The sword aura charged through the Mountain and River Map, attacking indiscriminately, and soon, some disciples couldn't withstand the attack and were killed by the sword aura.

Wang Fang also suffered from the sword aura's attacks, but his defense was strong. The sword aura hitting him produced a "ding ding dang dang" sound, and it was difficult to cause any damage to him.

Seeing his disciples severely injured, Wang Fang felt immense pain but could only continue smashing the sword mountains, trying to break them and escape the Mountain and River Map.

However, the more he smashed the sword mountains, the more sword aura splashed, and the more sword aura there was, the more low-level disciples were injured or killed.

His heart shattered into pieces, the pain so intense that he could barely breathe, almost unable to continue.

He pounded the sword mountain with his fists, which were now bloodied, and he didn't want to pull them back, just holding onto the sword mountain.

Facing this sword mountain, he was powerless.

At that moment, in the middle of the Mountain and River Map, three powerful Nascent Soul cultivators suddenly rose into the air. Their auras were extremely violent and powerful.

Wang Fang looked over and made a rough estimate, feeling a bit shocked. The three of them were close to the peak of Nascent Soul cultivation. He guessed that these must be Zhican Valley's arrangements.

The three joined forces, casting a spell that released a bright circular ring.

This ring was likely some kind of technique specifically targeting the sword aura or Lu Junxing's sword aura. It suddenly spread...

"Hum!"

In an instant, it spread across the entire Mountain and River Map!

The next moment...

"Clatter clatter..."

The connections between the swords in the Mountain and River Map suddenly broke.

The Mountain and River Map collapsed with a loud boom!!

Streams of black-and-white sword aura scattered like black-and-white feathers across the sky, but behind the feathers was the blue sky and white clouds, the real world.

After experiencing the black-and-white mountain and river world, Wang Fang looked at the colorful real world and felt a sense of survival after a disaster.

He turned back to look at his disciples and found that after going through the Mountain and River Map, nearly a quarter of them were missing.

"Run!"

A voice inside him shouted.

"Run quickly!"

He looked at his fists, which were bloodied from the sword aura.

"There's no way we can win!"

The voice grew louder.

Who could defeat Lu Junxing?

The black-and-white sword aura fell from the sky, "swoosh swoosh swoosh," landing on the ground, revealing a clear sky. The cultivators of the Hengduan Mountain Alliance saw Lu Junxing standing sloppily on the opposite side, holding a wine jug in one hand and the Mountain and River Sword in the other, his blood-stained clothes and a smirk on his face.

Suddenly, he grinned at them, his white teeth sending a chill down everyone's spine, causing them to take a step back, retreating three zhang.

"Is my sword technique passable?"

He asked them.

No one dared to answer.

After a long silence, Qiu Huahui, the master of Zhican Valley, drove a massive cloud ship forward.

She stood at the bow of the cloud ship, looking at Lu Junxing and shouted loudly, "He is already at his limit! The cultivators of Dao Sword Gate are all poisoned, and Dao Sword Gate has no more resistance! Follow me and charge into Dao Sword Gate!"

No one moved, except for her driving the cloud ship toward Lu Junxing.

The cloud ship was also a Zhican Valley technique, a near-top-grade magic artifact, close to a spiritual artifact. A single collision could likely cause mountains to collapse.

"Blood Spirit Pills!" Qiu Huahui shouted again.

Then, a dozen people flew down from the cloud ship, throwing out hundreds of porcelain bottles, each flying toward a living cultivator of the Hengduan Mountain Alliance.

"The Blood Spirit Pills can activate your blood and spiritual power, increasing your combat strength threefold!" As the cloud ship drew closer to Lu Junxing, Qiu Huahui shouted loudly, "Zhican Valley has already set up a poison array, and Dao Sword Gate will be destroyed today!"

The members of the Hengduan Mountain Alliance subconsciously caught the porcelain bottles.

"We have endured countless tribulations to reach this point, only one step away. Are you going to give up?"

The members of the Hengduan Mountain Alliance broke the jade seals on the porcelain bottles.

"Even if you escape from here, will Qin Ran let you go?!"

The members of the Hengduan Mountain Alliance poured out the Blood Spirit Pills and swallowed them.

The cloud ship and Lu Junxing were now very close. Qiu Huahui could see the faint smile on Lu Junxing's face, filled with disdain.

"Do you still have a trump card?" Lu Junxing asked with a smile.

Qiu Huahui remained cold and did not answer.

Lu Junxing then raised the wine jug and "gulp gulp" drank two mouthfuls of Dan Peak's special brew, then casually threw the jug aside.

The next moment...

A light shone.

A black-and-white sword light that pierced through heaven and earth.

A Mountain and River sword aura that was cold and sharp, covering nineteen states!

One sword sliced through the cloud ship!