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Chapter 135: Torturing that Immortal Cultivator (26)

After saying this, Sect Master Jin looked around and decisively ordered Uncle Liu and several other elders with profound cultivation and considerable strength to stay behind in the sect to guard it.

The other elders present, including Yun Gui, had to embark on this difficult and dangerous journey together to go to the location of the barrier and make every effort to repair it.

Without any hesitation, everyone got up and set off immediately.

However, Yun Gui was the last one to take a step forward. He slowly turned around, his eyes revealing deep worry and concern.

At this time, Uncle Liu stepped forward, gently patted Yun Gui's shoulder, and said soothingly, "Don't worry, Wen Qiu is also a child I have watched over. I will take care of him in the sect this time and will definitely protect him. Just relax and follow the elders to repair the barrier."

Hearing this, Yun Gui nodded slightly, a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes. He cupped his hands and bowed deeply to Uncle Liu, then turned around resolutely and caught up with the team, walking away.

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The operation to repair the barrier is imminent. The master and disciple who have not seen each other for many years have a hasty reunion, but time is so tight that they don't even have time to exchange a few words.

They quickly gathered with the others and briefly discussed the specific process of repairing the barrier. Then, each person occupied a Bagua point, held their breath, and began to fully unleash their spiritual power.

Looking back to the past, the reason why this barrier was built was entirely due to the hundreds of powerful people in the past who sacrificed their bodies and souls to make it successful.

Time flies, and now cracks have appeared in the barrier. Although repairing it this time does not require such a huge price as a hundred years ago, it still requires continuous, stable and sufficient spiritual power as support.

Therefore, outside the barrier, not only were the elders of each sect on high alert, but there were also many extremely talented disciples within the sect, such as Jiang Yan, Yun Gui, and Fu Qing, who worked together to provide support.

Just as everyone was concentrating on channeling their spiritual energy, suddenly, a scream came from a corner: "Ah——!"

The sound cut through the sky, making people's hair stand on end.

Yun Gui, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened them upon hearing the sound and quickly looked towards the source of the sound.

The disciple who screamed had a look of terror on his face, his hands tightly covering his neck from which blood was constantly flowing, his eyes staring straight ahead.

Following his gaze, what came into view were groups of monsters with demonic energy all around them. They were baring their fangs and claws, with ferocious faces. And around these monsters, there were many spirit beasts that were infected by demonic energy, also emitting an evil aura.

The number of these monsters and polluted spirit beasts is beyond imagination. Looking around, it is a sea of ​​black, so dense that it makes people feel suffocated.

"Disciples in the back row, quickly help me put down the barrier!"

As the loud shout rang out, Yun Gui stood up resolutely with a serious expression.

Yun Gui gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands. The sword, gleaming with a cold light, seemed to become one with him. In an instant, he rushed to the front of the battlefield like an arrow from a bow, leading the troops.

Yun Gui swung the long sword in his hand with great force, and sharp sword lights shot out in all directions.

In just a blink of an eye, a large number of those hideous monsters fell to the ground.

However, what is despairing is that these monsters seem endless, pouring in from all directions.

Faced with such a predicament, Yun Gui gritted his teeth and opened his eyes wide.

He suddenly thrust the Guixuan Sword into the ground, and with a low roar, a strong chill quickly spread from the ground under the sword.

The extremely cold black ice was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, advancing inch by inch. Wherever it passed, the monsters were precisely frozen in place, unable to move.

At the same time, the Demon Lord who was inside the barrier naturally understood the intentions of the group of people outside.

They were determined to repair the broken barrier.

Unfortunately, at this moment his body was still subject to many restrictions, and he was unable to step out of the barrier himself.

In desperation, he had no choice but to send his minions and rolling demonic energy to harass.

The Demon Lord was the first person to notice that Jiang Yan possessed an innate spiritual body.

At this moment, a cunning light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Demon Lord who was in the barrier.

He tapped the table in front of him with his fingertips with interest, while staring intently at Yun Gui who was fighting bravely outside the barrier. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had thought of some interesting idea.

The Demon Lord raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a devilish and wanton smile blossomed on his stern face: "Ah... Immortal Lord Su Xuan? I didn't expect to meet him here again."

His voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with a hint of coldness. It was obvious that he still held a grudge against Fenshen for being seriously injured by Yun Gui that day.

"I wonder how you, who are repairing the barrier for the people of the world right now, would react if you knew that everyone in the world is plotting with ulterior motives to seize the innate spiritual body of your Taoist partner?"

"--Hahaha……"

The Demon Lord threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter echoing throughout the world, making people's hair stand on end.

"Perhaps you will fall into the path of evil in an instant because of anger and despair? I am really looking forward to seeing that scene!" The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"And that... Wen Qiuxianjun? It's truly a rare treasure in the world. Her heart, which belongs to her innate spiritual body, has been reserved by this Demon Lord."

After saying that, the Demon Lord licked his lips, as if he couldn't wait to take it for himself.

At this moment, the scene at the various sects was completely different.

On the top of the mountain, a bell symbolizing a critical situation suddenly rang out. The urgent bell sounded like a death warrant, instantly breaking the original tranquility.

Upon hearing the bell, the disciples' faces suddenly changed. They sprang into action, ready for battle. Each one tightly gripped their weapons, their faces solemn as they lined up in front of the mountain gate, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The monsters that surged forward had completely lost their minds. Their eyes were red, and they pounced on the crowd with their fangs and claws bared, biting anyone they saw without mercy.

For a moment, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle, with shouts and screams rising one after another, resounding through the sky.

Looking around, no sect was spared, and everywhere was filled with flames of war and smoke.

Life-and-death struggles were taking place everywhere. The ground was dyed red with blood, and corpses were lying on the ground in all directions. The scene was horrific.

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On Qinghuan Peak, shrouded in clouds and mist, it looked like a fairyland. Fu Qing followed his master's orders and stayed by Jiang Yan's side, guarding him closely.

At this time, bursts of miserable screams came from far away at the foot of the mountain. The sound resounded through the sky, and even Jiang Yan and Fu Qing, who were at the top of the mountain, could hear it clearly.

When Jiang Yan heard this heartbreaking scream, his expression instantly became solemn.

He walked towards the edge of the cliff with heavy steps, and saw chaos at the foot of the mountain. The sounds of shouting and killing, swords clashing, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Jiang Yan looked at the thrilling scene in front of him, and a chill surged in his heart, and his face became paler as paper.

"The wind is strong on the mountain, please be careful of catching a cold, Immortal Lord." Fu Qing said with concern.

Although he was also worried and his face looked extremely ugly, he still forced himself to cheer up, took out a soft fluffy cloak from the house, and gently draped it over Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan subconsciously reached out to grab the cloak. Because he was too nervous, his fingers exerted too much force, so much so that his fingertips turned white.

He knew very well that while the barrier had not yet been completely repaired, the killing at the foot of the mountain would be difficult to stop and the situation would only become more critical.

Jiang Yan looked up into the distance, his eyes revealing deep worry, and muttered to himself, "I wonder what the situation is like over there, Senior Brother?"

At this moment, he was filled with regret, hating himself for having declined so much in cultivation and for having such a poor health. At this critical moment of life and death, not only could he not help everyone, but he might become a burden and hold everyone back.

Jiang Yan stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, his posture upright but revealing an unspeakable sadness and determination.

His eyes were fixed on the miserable scene at the foot of the mountain, as if he wanted to engrave this scene deeply in his mind.

Time passed by minute by minute, and I didn't know how much time had passed.

Suddenly, an extremely powerful and familiar demonic energy surged out from afar like a surging wave. The power contained in this demonic energy was so terrifying that the entire space seemed to tremble.

Jiang Yan's face instantly turned as pale as paper, completely devoid of blood.

His brows knitted together tightly, forming a deep "川" character. Then, under Fu Qing's horrified gaze, Jiang Yan suddenly spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood.

"Immortal Lord!"

Fu Qing couldn't help but exclaim, his voice full of worry and concern.

He hurriedly wanted to step forward to support the staggering Jiang Yan, but Jiang Yan stopped him with a gentle wave of his hand.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Jiang Yan endured the severe pain in his body and spoke in a slightly weak but still firm tone.

After saying that, he just waved his arm and took out several elixirs emitting strange light through the void.

Fu Qing recognized at a glance that these elixirs were the legendary Xu Ling Dan.

The so-called Xu Ling Dan is a precious elixir that can allow the user to rapidly increase their spiritual power in a very short period of time.

However, as the name suggests, the spiritual power obtained in this way is nothing more than an illusion.

For cultivators, the growth of spiritual power usually requires a long period of practice and accumulation.

Treasures like the Xu Ling Dan, which can instantly and significantly increase spiritual power, may seem magical, but in fact they come at the cost of the user's lifespan.

Because of this, most cultivators would only choose to use this kind of elixir when they were faced with a life-or-death situation and had no other options.

Nowadays, due to their own practice and breakthroughs, the lifespan of cultivators often continues to increase as their realm improves.

Looking back to the past, if it weren’t for the shocking catastrophe that occurred a hundred years ago, I’m afraid that by now, those peerless powerful beings with the ability to live as long as the heaven and earth and as long as the sky would be seen everywhere.

However, even after experiencing vicissitudes of life and the passage of time, there are still many cultivators who can survive for hundreds or even thousands of years.

But you must know that everything in the world has its own way of balance, and the path to becoming an immortal is not always smooth.

Although life span can be prolonged through spiritual practice, every time extreme means are used to increase strength, a certain degree of loss of life span will occur.

Because of this, almost all immortal cultivators try their best to live longer.

Unless faced with a desperate situation with no hope of survival and certain death, no one would easily choose to sacrifice their precious life in exchange for a short and limited improvement in strength.

At this moment, Fu Qing was admonishing the person in front of him, "Your Majesty, absolutely do not do this! Although this Xuling Pill can help Brother instantly improve his power, it is too damaging to the body. Brother, now..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Yan interrupted him with a smile. He consoled him, "Don't worry, Junior Brother. I have an innate spiritual body. A mere Void Spirit Pill won't kill me."

Just as the two were talking, suddenly a powerful aura wave came from afar. It turned out that the dreaded Demon Lord's clone had attacked again.

Jiang Yan's eyes fixed, and he said in a deep voice, "The Demon Lord's spirit fragment is coming with such force this time. If I don't come down the mountain to help now, when the situation gets worse, not only will everyone present be in danger, but even you and I will be doomed."

"Junior brother, if you were in this situation today, you would surely make the same decision as me."

Jiang Yan gently patted Fu Qing's broad shoulders and said solemnly:

"The only action we can take now is to try to delay that fragment of spirit while ensuring our own safety. This way, we can slightly reduce the pressure on the sect master and other fellow disciples when they repair the barrier seal."

After saying that, Jiang Yan took out a pill with a strong medicinal fragrance from his arms without hesitation, raised his head and swallowed it into his stomach in one gulp.

In an instant, a surge of medicinal power rushed through his meridians like a hot torrent.

He clearly felt that the cultivation and spiritual power that had been flowing smoothly in his body were now surging upwards like ignited gunpowder.

This sudden surge of strength made his body feel an unbearable pain, but even so, Jiang Yan still gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure the discomfort.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yan took a deep breath, quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and suppressed the uncomfortable feeling.

Then, Jiang Yan raised his right hand, and accompanied by a crisp sound of a sword, a snow-white sword flashing with cold light - the Su Xue Sword appeared out of thin air.