271: The Demon-Slaying Sword Formation is too cruel!

“Revered Master, save me!”

Xiao Yun’s face turned pale, and he immediately stepped into the Formation. The Thorn Moon Flying Sword brushed past him and pierced straight towards the Black-Clothed Old man’s palm behind him. If he insisted on grabbing Xiao Yun, he would at least lose an arm!

“Damn it!”

The Black-Clothed Old man’s expression changed, and he fiercely flung out a surge of spiritual energy towards the Thorn Moon Flying Sword.

Pfft!

Although that mass of spiritual energy was incredibly solid, it was as fragile as tofu before the Thorn Moon Flying Sword, splitting into two in an instant.

“A Heaven Rank Magical Artifact, how interesting!”

A cold sneer appeared in the Black-Clothed Old man’s eyes. He then drew a dark, chain-like Magical Artifact from his waist and flung it at the Thorn Moon Flying Sword.

The chain continuously rotated and expanded in the Void Realm, transforming into an extremely thick iron chain that wrapped around the Thorn Moon Flying Sword in the blink of an eye.

“Old scoundrel, do you think you’re the only Nascent Soul Stage cultivator?”

Qin Feng rushed out of the Formation, his spiritual energy circulating rapidly as he infused it into the Thorn Moon Flying Sword. In an instant, it broke free from the chain’s Bondage and once again thrust towards the Black-Clothed Old man.

This was merely the simplest Flying Sword attack Qin Feng employed, intended to probe the opponent’s true strength, which was why the two of them were locked in such a close fight.

The Thorn Moon Flying Sword was a Heaven Rank Magical Artifact, while the chain’s quality was at most Earth Rank Medium Grade. In the blink of an eye, the Black-Clothed Old man was at a disadvantage. He had no choice but to retrieve another defensive Magical Artifact, resembling an iron pot, to cope.

At this moment, Qin Feng had also figured out the opponent’s fighting style.

He was merely at the Nascent Soul Stage Great Perfection Realm. For him to attempt to force his way into Wo Niu Mountain was like lighting a lamp in a toilet—seeking death!

Thunderclap Swordplay!

Having probed the opponent’s true capabilities, Qin Feng no longer intended to waste time. He directly unleashed the Swordplay he had learned previously in the Chang Sheng Sword Sect.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The Thorn Moon Flying Sword continuously roared in the Void Realm, accompanied by flashes of lightning. Each flash caused a momentary shift in its position, and it attacked dozens of times in the blink of an eye.

“Treasure Celestial truly lives up to his reputation!”

A look of excitement appeared on the Black-Clothed Old man’s face. While fending off the Thorn Moon Flying Sword, he threatened:

“It’s just a pity that you’ve offended someone you shouldn’t have. I heard you plan to relocate the Netherworld Soul Hall to Lingzhou?

I, Jiang Pingshan, will be waiting for you in Lingzhou. The day your Sect relocates to Lingzhou will be the day you perish and your Dao dissipates!”

After speaking, Jiang Pingshan threw a black ball permeated with a large amount of black mist at Qin Feng. This black ball was clearly some kind of hidden weapon, and he intended to retreat.

“No need to go to Lingzhou, I’ll send you on your way now!”

Qin Feng saw through the opponent’s intention and immediately manipulated the Thorn Moon Flying Sword to cleave the black ball in half. At the same time, the dark red sword scabbard behind him split open, and countless dark red Flying Swords rapidly unsheathed!

Clang clang clang!

A dense Demon Subduing Sword Formation instantly appeared in the Void Realm.

The Demon Subduing Sword Formation only had three Moves. Although the Moves were few, their power was extremely formidable, with each Move comparable to the Immortal Execution Style.

“Ten Thousand Demons Devour!”

Qin Feng unhesitatingly unleashed the first Move of the Demon Subduing Sword Formation. Thirty-six Demon Subduing Swords instantly transformed into shadowy ghost heads, charging towards the Black-Clothed Old man from different directions.

“What kind of Formation is this?”

The Black-Clothed Old man was originally confident that he could successfully escape, but it was only now, as he was locked onto by countless black ghost heads, that he realized the seriousness of the situation.

At this moment, inside the Wo Niu Mountain Formation.

Gong Miaoyin, Yan Sandao, and Jiang Mengting were all watching the battle. When they saw Qin Feng unleash thirty-six massive black skeletal ghost heads, expressions of confusion appeared on their faces.

This Move was clearly something only an evil Cultivator could perform. How could a righteous Cultivator like him know such a thing?

“Although this Formation is of low quality, its lethality is very strong.”

Gong Miaoyin’s eyes revealed a look of appreciation, but then she frowned, muttering:

“Something’s not right. This guy collected a drop of demon blood in Xian Lake City a while ago, presumably to enhance the quality of this Sword Formation. And now, this Sword Formation clearly hasn’t used the demon blood yet. If it advances, what will it be like then?”

Although they had been intimate several times, Gong Miaoyin still felt that there were many secrets hidden within this male god, like a Storage Pouch containing countless mysterious items. Every time an item was taken out, it brought a sense of surprise.

Yan Sandao and Wang Dalong, who were behind, had long grown accustomed to their Revered Master occasionally using new means. They were only slightly surprised by the Demon Subduing Sword Formation.

As for Xiao Yun, he cared even less.

He shamelessly said to Jiang Mengting, “Junior Sister, I heard you can tell fortunes. Can you tell one for your Senior Brother?”

“No!”

Jiang Mengting rolled her eyes at him, not giving Xiao Yun any good face.

Xiao Yun asked, on the verge of tears, “Why not?”

“My fortune-telling is only for Revered Master!”

“What if Mistress asked you to?”

“Mistress is fine too. You should just give up, I can only be your Junior Sister.”

Jiang Mengting explained expressionlessly, then silently walked over to Gong Miaoyin’s side.

“…”

And at this moment.

The battle outside the Formation was nearing its end. The thirty-six ghost heads formed by the Demon Subduing Sword Formation completely enveloped the Black-Clothed Old man. Inside, it was a dense black, making it impossible to see anything, only the old man’s painful roars could be heard.

“That’s too brutal!”

Qin Feng clicked his tongue in wonder, unable to help but frown, as if he were an unrelated bystander.

“Qin, I’ll be waiting for you in Lingzhou!”

The black mist surged and churned. After a final, desperate cry from within, there was complete silence.

The Demon Subduing Sword Formation was controlled by Qin Feng’s Divine Sense, and he could clearly sense that Jiang Pingshan inside had been completely corroded. However, just before his death, Jiang Pingshan’s body transformed into a wooden carving, clearly indicating that this was merely a Puppet of Jiang Pingshan.

“Lingzhou, of course I’ll come!”

Qin Feng curled his lips, completely unconcerned. He directly manipulated one of the Demon Subduing Swords to pick up the Storage Pouch left on Jiang Pingshan’s Puppet and bring it into his hand.

“Husband, you’re amazing!”

Seeing the battle end, Gong Miaoyin immediately came forward, clapping and cheering, with an expression of adoration on her face.

“Wife… Wife is exaggerating a bit.”

Qin Feng responded awkwardly, then directly tossed the Storage Pouch to Jiang Mengting beside him, instructing, “You and your Senior Brother and Junior Sister can split the contents. Give anything you don’t need to Old Wang and Old Yan.”

“Yes, Revered Master!”

Jiang Mengting took the Storage Pouch, her admiration for Qin Feng growing even deeper.

Ever since she followed Qin Feng, she had received countless spoils of war for free. At the same time, she was also a bit puzzled why her Revered Master seemed to lack nothing.

Whether it was a Core Formation Stage or Nascent Soul Stage Storage Pouch, he never showed any interest...

“Senior Brother.”

After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Mengting spoke to Xiao Yun.

“Junior Sister, have you changed your mind?”

Xiao Yun forced an enthusiastic smile, rubbing his hands and excitedly approaching Jiang Mengting.

“...I wanted to ask you how long you’ve been with Revered Master, and why he’s never interested in these things?”

Jiang Mengting pointed to the Storage Pouch in her hand, her face full of confusion.

Xiao Yun had originally thought that his Junior Sister had changed her mind and wanted to help him with his romantic fortune, but when he heard that she only wanted to inquire about Revered Master’s past, the smile on his face instantly froze.

“If Senior Brother is inconvenient, I’ll go back first.”

“Junior Sister, don’t! It’s convenient, convenient!”

[Author’s note, please read]