Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Chapter 106 The Battle for the Divine Sword Begins Behind Xiao Qin's Back

As the morning light shone, an ominous cloud covered the sky above Daqi Sect.

Nine great Mahayana masters each occupied one side. Their aura was like towering mountains, standing tall and majestic.

Among them, Ye Yinghuo, as the Immortal Lord, is the most dangerous competitor present. Although her sword comes from ancient times, neither of her two disciples has a magic sword!

The presence of the female cultivator in coarse linen clothes is a deterrent in itself. Her eyes are deep and distant, a few strands of hair flutter in the wind, and her figure is like that of a gaunt fairy, as if a gust of wind could blow her up to the sky. However, her sword intent is restrained, suppressing the great terror within.

Nian Naihe and Ning Xi Jianzun were watching the battle at the secondary peak. Their master had told them that they would be beaten together if they went there, so they could only stay there obediently.

The leaders of the major sects who were below the Mahayana stage basically chose to watch the battle at the secondary peak.

As the sect leader, Xie Yuchen was fortunate enough to have reached the Great Perfection of Return to the Void. As Qin Muyue's uncle, he was determined to snatch the magic sword to comfort his nephew who was badly injured.

His facial features were as cold as ice, his complexion was like jade, and his phoenix eyes carried the inorganic color unique to the ruthless way.

As the representative of the Wuji Immortal Sect, he was well aware of the importance of this battle to the sect.

Compared with the others who were ready to make a move, Qin Ziyang seemed to be more secretive. He was as quiet as a green pine tree. When the breeze blew by, only the pearl curtain on the imperial crown swayed in the wind.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if a world-shattering battle would break out at any time. Every powerful person was adjusting their status and preparing for the upcoming challenge.

Ye Yinghuo's sword light cut through the sky and pointed directly at the place where the magic sword was. This was the signal for battle and the beginning of the struggle.

The powerful men moved almost at the same time. The collision of various Dao rhymes instantly dyed the sword platform into a color palette. The sword embryo in the sword furnace began to change, and two beams of light with powerful pressure shot up into the sky.

Mo Bingxian was dressed in an ink-white robe and holding a crystal clear ink-colored flute in her hand.

As the flute sounded, the night was dotted with starlight, and each star carried a sharp murderous intent.

The zither immortal, wearing a Taoist robe as white as ice and snow, played the guqin calmly on the spot. With a light pluck of the strings, the sound of the guqin turned into invisible sound waves, and wherever the sound waves passed, it was like a hundred rivers rushing by.

A disagreement tore apart Mo Bingxian's Dao rhyme, and the sound waves turned into blades to drive away a Mahayana period cultivator who was close to the sword furnace.

Ye Yinghuo was the first to stand in front of the sword furnace and became the door god feared by everyone. The Mahayana Luo Wujiu of the Chi Fu Sect cooperated with Fu Chengyan of the Gui Xiang Sect. They scattered the flags of the formation and set up the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

One man brought out the corpse of his ancestor, whose skin and bones were as hard as gold. With one claw, he shattered the void and grabbed Ye Yinghuo's ancient sword, Tianjue, causing a sound of metal clashing.

Between Xumi and Corpse Ancestor and Ye Xianzun exchanged hundreds of moves. The sword light suddenly became strong and nailed Corpse Ancestor to the sword furnace, making him roar.

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation took time to take effect, sweeping the other Mahayana monks into the waves. Several golden lights went straight to their heads, and the massive mud and sand seemed to grind the mighty men to pieces, skin and bones.

The situation gradually got out of control. Under the attacks of the powerful men who were tearing through the void, the formation of the Sword Platform was broken layer by layer. Seeing that the mountain was about to collapse, the two magic swords in the sword furnace thought the trouble was not big enough and continued to condense the sword intent to form a form.

Fu Tianquan's face was full of heartache. In order to facilitate sword forging on the Chengjiantai, he had spent countless rare treasures and countless spirit stones to carve the formation. Today, it would be completely destroyed by that group of people.

While everyone was paying attention to the sword furnace, the sky over Daqi Sect gradually darkened. Above the clouds, a gigantic monster descended, bringing with it an indescribable weirdness.

The monster was huge, covered with black scales, each of which shone with a cold light. Its wings spread out, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Its wings were covered with complex formations, which complemented the blood-colored formations that appeared on the Daqi Sect's mountain protection formation.

The Immortal Lord was a man of great learning. The moment he recognized the treasure, his face turned pale and he said in a trembling voice, "Heavenly Evil Luomo Soul Binding Formation."

As soon as this formation came into being, the void was locked as if frozen, and the evil spirits of heaven and earth froze the entire Chengjian Platform in the blink of an eye. All the people in the Daqi Sect who were below the Mahayana stage and had no special means were instantly and simultaneously entered an illusion with a millstone in the center, with their spirits and souls acting as horses, dragging the millstone around in endless rotation, unable to break free.

Suddenly, a horrifying scene appeared in the Daqi Sect, with countless people hanging in the air and their souls being sucked out of their seven orifices by the formation diagram.

People in the Mahayana stage, such as Ye Yinghuo, are not feeling well either. Their spiritual power is constantly being drained, and their grip on the sword feels much weaker.

The soul-sucking formation was like an invisible death warrant, trapping the powerful men inside and slowly extracting them.

Their expressions changed from initial astonishment to anger and then to despair. Every powerful person tried to struggle, but the power of the monster's formation was too strong, and their efforts seemed to be in vain.

Qin Ziyang frowned slightly, took a step back, leaving everyone behind, and then he took miraculous steps, entered the gate of the formation, and disappeared.

Ye Yinghuo's face was pale. Although her sword power was strong, she felt her sword energy was weakened layer by layer under such suppression. The ancient sword Tian Jue was trembling in her hand, as if wailing. There was a flash of unwillingness in her eyes, but more of it was helplessness about this sudden change.

Mo Bingxian's flute stopped abruptly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. He became weaker and weaker, and the crystal flute in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

“Why do the Three Emperors pity all living beings? They do not let their soulmates be cut off. Protect souls and set up the formation!” The Qin Fairy played the Soul-Fixing Song on the Ehuang Qin, using the heaven and earth as the formation flags and the music as the formation pattern to fight against the Tiansha Luomo Soul-Binding Formation.

The Zither Master's eyes were bloodshot, and his ten fingers were on the strings, as if the pressure of two opposing forces was being applied from the eight extraordinary meridians to his fingertips. Every time he played, cracks would appear in his meridians. In a blink of an eye, his white clothes were stained with blood, and his fingertips that were playing the piano were badly injured, with blood seeping through the strings.

The disciples and sect leaders of the Daqi Sect finally woke up. The Immortal Lord got rid of the illusion, and like the others, he showed signs of weakness as if his soul had left his body. They all turned pale and adjusted their breathing on the spot.

But during the confrontation between the two groups, everyone's souls were tortured to the point of being on the verge of death. They could only rely on their mental skills to stay awake, but they didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Mo Bingxian's face turned pale. He disregarded his dignity and crawled over to interrupt Qinxian's playing. He spoke word by word, blood in his mouth, and shouted angrily: "Who asked you from the Yingyin Sect to use the Three Emperors Soul-Fixing Song to prove your truth here? Stop it!"

"Hahaha... don't be impatient. I'll help you stop the array master." A voice came from mid-air.

A black and purple thundercloud burst out from the void. After the thundercloud faded away, a figure in a battle robe slowly appeared in front of everyone.

"I am the Ghost Dragon Lord. Sooner or later, the six realms will submit to me as the Supreme. Are you willing to be the first loyal subjects of the Immortal Cultivation World?"

Ye Yinghuo and Xie Yuchen's faces changed slightly. According to Jun Yuzheng, the Ghost Dragon Lord should be still with the Immortal Lord in the vast space and time deciding life and death with the Tao.

Why didn't Jun Yuzheng show up when the Ghost Dragon Lord appeared? Even if he won, he was seriously injured. How could his aura be flawless?