133: Chapter 133 Joining Forces to Break Through!

It opened its bloody maw and spat out billowing black Qi!

The black Qi spread out, and everywhere it passed, the houses on both sides of the street were instantly corroded into ruins!

Some Cultivators who couldn't dodge in time were enveloped by the black Qi, and before they could even scream, they were corroded into a pool of blood!

"Vile beast!"

Bai Qingyi's expression changed abruptly!

This was the exact situation she least wanted to see!

Once these demonic Cultivators were driven to desperation, they would start slaughtering the innocent!

"You're looking for death!"

She no longer paid attention to Qin Mo and swung the long sword in her hand repeatedly!

Sharp streaks of Sword Qi poured down like a torrential rain, slashing toward the Hundred-Legged Centipede Gu!

However, just as those streaks of Sword Qi were about to strike the centipede—

Qin Mo suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat out another mouthful of essence blood!

The essence blood turned into a mist of blood, guided by his hands, and merged into the black armor on his body!

"Roar—!"

A heaven-shaking dragon roar echoed through the sky!

The scales on the black armor suddenly lit up with a cold, eerie light, and countless black air currents surged from the armor, gathering, condensing, and taking shape above his head—

A pitch-black Flood Dragon soared into the sky from the black Qi!

The Flood Dragon's body was dozens of zhang long, covered in pitch-black scales, with a single horn on its head and blood-red eyes, exuding a monstrous, malevolent aura!

It opened its bloody maw and lunged toward those streaks of Sword Qi!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Sword Qi slashed against the Flood Dragon's body, erupting in a series of thunderous bangs!

The Flood Dragon's body trembled violently, scales flew everywhere, and black blood fell like raindrops!

But it stubbornly endured this wave of sword rain!

Bai Qingyi's gaze turned cold.

She tossed the long sword in her hand and her hands quickly formed seals!

The long sword hovered in front of her, and following her hand signs, it began to vibrate violently!

One!

Two!

Four!

Eight!

...

Within just a few breaths, the long sword split into countless identical sword shadows, dense and overwhelming, covering half the sky!

Every sword shadow exuded a peerless and sharp Sword Qi!

"Ten Thousand Sword Art—Fall!"

Bai Qingyi's cold voice rang through the heavens!

In an instant, countless sword shadows poured down like a torrential rain!

The scene was like the Heavenly River hanging upside down, ten thousand swords firing at once!

Wherever the sword shadows passed, the air was torn to shreds, making a piercing whistle!

The black Flood Dragon roared at the sky, desperately spitting out black Qi, trying to resist this terrifying sword rain.

However, it was useless.

Countless sword shadows pierced through the black Qi and slashed onto the Flood Dragon's body!

Scales shattered! Flesh flew! Bones snapped!

The Flood Dragon let out one final, shrill cry, and its massive body suddenly collapsed, turning into a sky full of black Qi and dissipating into nothingness!

And Qin Mo, at the moment the Flood Dragon collapsed, spat out a large mouthful of blood!

His aura instantly plummeted to rock bottom, and the black armor on his body also completely dimmed, cracking inch by inch and peeling off from his body.

He no longer had any protection.

A sword shadow followed closely behind and pierced through his chest!

"Ugh..."

Qin Mo looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Junior Sister Zili... this is all I can do to help you..."

His body fell from mid-air.

Bai Qingyi sheathed her sword, glanced at the falling Qin Mo, and said indifferently, "Keep him alive and take him back."

"Yes!"

Several Qingshui Sword Sect Disciples responded and chased after the direction where Qin Mo fell.

...

At the same time.

At the gate of the Immortal City.

Nangong Zili, leading Ling Xiaotang, finally escaped to this place.

However, looking at that layer of pale gold, nearly transparent Formation barrier, her heart sank to the bottom.

A third-grade Formation, the Five-Colored Array.

Once this Formation was fully activated, it could withstand a full-strength strike from a Nascent Soul True Lord.

With just a few Core Formation Stage demonic Cultivators like them, wanting to break it by force was nothing more than a pipe dream.

Just then, several more figures sped over from different directions and landed beside her.

All were Core Formation Stage demonic Cultivators.

One of them had a face as dark as iron, his eyes fixed on the Formation barrier.

"Everyone!"

He spoke in a deep, urgent voice, "We can't fight individually anymore! Otherwise, we'll all die here today!"

"We've reached this point; if anyone has any trump cards left, bring them out now!"

After his words fell, following a brief silence, another person stepped forward.

"I have a Formation here called the 'Earth Vein Dragon-Severing Formation'!"

A light flashed in that person's hand, and a set of Formation Flags and a Formation Plate exuding an ancient aura appeared.

"This Formation can interfere with the earth veins! This third-grade Formation is connected to the third-grade Spiritual Vein beneath the Immortal City. As long as we disrupt the earth vein, the Formation will definitely reveal a flaw!"

"At that time, if we pool all our strength, we might be able to open a gap!"

Hearing this, a light of hope immediately ignited in everyone's eyes.

"How long will it take?!" Nangong Zili asked urgently.

"One stick of incense!" the person said solemnly, "At least one stick of incense's time!"

"Fine!"

Nangong Zili gritted her teeth, "Then we will fight for that one stick of incense!"

She turned and looked at the others.

"Everyone, whatever means you have, bring them out!"

They looked at each other and no longer hesitated.

"I'll set up the Formation!"

Saying that, the person's Formation Flags and Formation Plate flew out and began to be arranged around the gate.

The others each took their positions, their bodies surging with Devilish Qi, preparing to face the impending siege.

"Move!"

Someone growled.

In an instant, countless streaks of black Qi soared from their bodies! They charged toward the surrounding houses and Mortals!

"Ah—!"

"Help—!"

Screams erupted everywhere.

Those Cultivators who didn't have time to evacuate were enveloped by the black Qi and instantly turned into skeletons.

The houses on both sides of the street, under the erosion of the black Qi, collapsed like they were made of paper.

They wanted to use this method to delay Bai Qingyi's advance!

When Bai Qingyi arrived, she saw this miserable scene.

Her beautiful brows furrowed tightly, and a deep sense of anger and killing intent flashed in her eyes.

"All Qingshui Sword Sect Disciples, hear my command!"

Her cold voice rang throughout the area, "Immediately evacuate the surrounding crowd! Escort the innocent Cultivators to a safe area!"

"Yes!"

Hundreds of Qingshui Sword Sect Disciples responded in unison and moved quickly.

White Qingyi's gaze shifted, locking onto the nearest Core Formation demonic Cultivator.

That demonic Cultivator was frantically slaughtering the surrounding Cultivators, a hideous smile on his face.

Suddenly, he felt a terrifying killing intent lock onto him.

He whipped his head around and met Bai Qingyi's cold eyes.

"Damn it!"

His expression changed abruptly, "Why am I the one targeted by this Baleful Star!"

Without a word, he turned and fled!

At the same time, he frantically called for help from his companions:

"Save me—!"

After all, they had all seen Bai Qingyi's strength.

If it were truly a one-on-one fight, he probably wouldn't even last a few rounds!