Cultivation starts from simplifying the exercises

Chapter 2129 A Powerful Figure

"open!"

The two vengeful demons were also seasoned veterans. Though startled, they remained calm and unleashed their ferocity at the critical moment of life and death.

The advisor's long whip moved like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, whipping up a sky full of whip shadows as it lashed at the giant blade, attempting to use softness to overcome hardness and deflect some of the force.

Wei Zhaoting roared, and death energy surged from his bone sword, condensing into a massive, pale sword aura that fiercely met the descending blade. At the same time, death energy surged wildly from both of them, attempting to resist the omnipresent, sharp wind blades.

"Boom!"

An unprecedentedly terrifying roar erupted in the center of the square, as if hundreds of thunderbolts were exploding simultaneously.

Shi Pojun's sword, imbued with the immense power of all things, struck solidly against the weapons raised by the two vengeful demons. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and then, an extremely violent surge of energy, centered on the point of impact, swept outwards in all directions.

The shockwave, a visible mix of earthy yellow and grayish black, expanded rapidly in a spherical shape. Wherever it passed, the ground was as if it had been ruthlessly plowed by an invisible plowshare, with gravel and dust shooting into the sky, and distant ruins being pushed over and crushed.

The entire square was shaking violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

"puff!"

Two muffled sounds of vomiting blood rang out almost simultaneously. The vengeful demon advisor and Wei Zhaoting were seen to shudder violently and stagger backward uncontrollably.

The deathly aura shield surrounding them flickered and became increasingly thin, their souls trembled violently, more fine cracks appeared on their bodies, and their aura visibly weakened.

Shi Pojun's strike, imbued with the power of a late-stage half-step Tai Cang Realm cultivator, was terrifyingly powerful, far exceeding the limits of their hasty defense.

Even more deadly is that Chang Guwu's Xunfeng Ghost Prison has now completely closed.

Countless fine, sharp, bluish-black wind blades frantically cut and coiled around them, precisely attacking the openings they had made by clashing head-on with the giant blade.

The wind blades not only cut through their protective death aura, but also acted like countless tough threads, firmly binding them to their spot and preventing them from escaping Shi Pojun's attack range using the recoil.

At this moment, they had completely fallen into the death trap set by Shi Pojun and Chang Guwu.

The cold moon locks away souls!

In the distance, Cao Feiyu endured excruciating pain, as if her internal organs were shifting, as her slender hands moved rapidly, forming sword incantations like a butterfly flitting among flowers. Her exquisite face was ashen white, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

The Autumn Water Longsword hovered before her, its blade gleaming with a clear light and emitting melodious tremors. The next moment, the longsword vibrated violently, splitting into countless streams of cold sword energy.

These sword energies crisscrossed along mysterious trajectories, instantly forming a chilling sword array covering an area of ​​about one mile around the two vengeful demons whose auras were disordered.

As soon as the sword formation was completed, the temperature plummeted.

Countless moon-like sword energies weaved and danced within the formation, forming an impenetrable, chilling sword net. This sword formation not only possessed unparalleled sharpness in its sword energy, but also contained Cao Feiyu's pure and incomparably cold sword intent, as well as impact fluctuations that directly targeted the very source of the soul.

"Lock!"

Cao Feiyu pointed her fingers like a sword and made a light tap toward the center of the sword formation.

"Buzz!"

The sword formation shone brightly, and an invisible, intangible yet chillingly cold and strange power ignored the deathly aura defense on the surface of the vengeful demons' bodies, directly affecting their souls like countless cold needles piercing into the core of their divine souls.

"what!"

"Soul attack, be careful!"

The two vengeful demons roared in pain at the same time. Cao Feiyu's "Cold Moon Soul Locking" sword formation was an extremely exquisite move in the Heavenly Descent Sword Technique, combining offense and defense, and also possessing a powerful soul-shaking force.

At this moment, the two vengeful demons were already shaken and their minds were unstable from taking a direct hit from Shi Pojun's sword. When they were hit by the Cold Moon Sword Intent that was specifically targeting their souls, they immediately felt a splitting headache, as if their souls were about to be frozen and torn apart. The circulation of death energy in their bodies was momentarily stagnant and slowed down, and their movements were involuntarily slowed down.

"Transformation!"

Despite the excruciating pain in his soul, the Vengeful Demon Advisor screamed and desperately tried to unleash his soul power to cast an illusion spell again, even if it was just to create a slight disturbance and a chance to escape.

At the same time, Wei Zhaoting roared, plunged his bone sword into the ground, formed hand seals, and unleashed a torrent of death energy, attempting to condense a demonic howl that would disturb the minds of Cao Feiyu and the others, and disrupt the sword formation.

However, their illusionary fluctuations had just begun to coalesce, and the trajectory of their soul power was only beginning to take shape.

"laugh!"

Above Chen Fei's head, the ever-floating Mirror of Immortal Light once again shimmered with a clear light.

Like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, it silently swept across the center of the sword formation, across the location of the two vengeful demons.

As the mirror light passed, the soul power fluctuations around the Vengeful Demon Advisor, which had just begun to distort and attempt to condense into an illusion, instantly subsided and dissipated, as if they had never existed.

The demonic sound fluctuations that were about to take shape and disturb the soul of Wei Zhaoting were abruptly stopped and vanished without a trace, as if they had been choked.

The illusionary interference that the two vengeful demons attempted to create as a last-ditch effort vanished silently under the clear, mirror-like light before it could even take shape.

"No!"

A desperate wail escaped simultaneously from the mouths of the two vengeful demons. The voices were filled with resentment and the deepest fear.

Their greatest reliance turned out to be so fragile and vulnerable in front of this strange mirror that they didn't even have a chance to use it.

Without the illusionary magic to maneuver and interfere, they were just two ordinary mid-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivators. How could they withstand the siege of three mid-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivators?

The mirror's light shimmered, reflecting the desperate, twisted faces of the two vengeful demons. Under Chen Fei's seemingly nonchalant gaze, the tide of battle had completely turned.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The same incredibly clear yet utterly desperate thought simultaneously arose in the minds of both the Vengeful Demon Advisor and Wei Zhaoting. Looking around, where was their way out?

Ahead, the blade's force was like a prison, firmly locking onto their souls and vital energy, leaving them no way to escape.

To their sides and behind, Chang Guwu's omnipresent Xunfeng Ghost Prison, with its bluish-black wind blades like a persistent carbuncle, woven into a dense and deadly net that compressed all their space for evasion to the extreme.

Above and below them, there was the Cold Moon Soul-Locking Sword Formation, with countless moon-like sword energies slowing down the circulation of their soul power.

There was truly no way to ascend to heaven or descend to hell.

"Damn it, damn it, you all deserve to die!"

The vengeful demon advisor let out a soul-piercing scream of extreme unwillingness, and in his scarlet demonic eyes, madness and resentment burned like wildfire.

Although Wei Zhaoting beside him did not speak, his violently trembling, cracked soul and the equally resolute light in his eyes indicated his choice.

With nowhere to retreat, the only option is to fight for survival, even if it means mutual destruction.

"Burn!"

Two roars, seemingly from the deepest hell, overlapped, carrying a sacrificial madness and sorrow. In an instant, a strange change occurred.

The gray-black dust that had settled on the plaza for countless millennia, the viscous deathly aura seeping from the cracks in the walls, and all the negative energies associated with death and decay were all drawn together by an invisible force, transforming into visible streams of gray-black air.

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, they emitted a mournful howl and frantically converged on the two vengeful demons.

Not only did external energy converge, but the souls of the two vengeful demons themselves also began to undergo terrifying changes.

The faint black flames burning on their bodies suddenly flared up as if they had been doused with boiling oil, transforming into towering, pitch-black demonic flames.

But what this demonic flame burns is not just death energy, but also the most fundamental and core soul power of their souls, which is the foundation that supports their existence and maintains their consciousness.

This is a forbidden secret technique that is almost self-destructive. By frantically absorbing the corrosive power of the same origin from the outside world and igniting one's own soul power origin, one can obtain a violent power that exceeds the limit in a very short time.

The price is the permanent loss of soul power, and even irreversible damage to the soul structure, until it is completely burned out and the soul is scattered.

"Roar!"

Under the combined effect of endless energy infusion and soul power burning, the auras of the two vengeful demons surged wildly.

The advisor's body was surrounded by deathly energy, which condensed into more twisted and wailing phantoms of vengeful spirits. The long whip in his hand transformed into a dark demonic dragon that would devour anyone it could, its aura ferocious and overwhelming.

Wei Zhaoting's already imposing body swelled even more, his bones creaking under the strain, and grotesque bone spurs appeared on his body. The beast bone greatsword in his hand was filled with deathly aura, radiating a sharpness capable of cleaving through anything.

Their power was steadily increasing, approaching the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm.

A violent, chaotic, and destructive pressure, like a tangible tsunami, spread outwards from the two vengeful demons at their center.

Shi Pojun's downward slashing blade faltered for a moment, Chang Guwu's wind blade cage was forcibly opened up a bit, and Cao Feiyu's Cold Moon Sword Formation also emitted a clanging sword sound, the icy sword intent swaying uncertainly under the impact of this violent aura.

However, this seemingly terrifying increase in power appeared to Shi Pojun and even Chen Fei behind him as something indescribably superficial and fragile.

Not all vengeful demons are qualified or have the foundation to truly and stably control power that transcends their own realm after burning themselves.

This is most directly related to the foundation of his cultivation during his lifetime, the intensity of his resentment and hatred at the time of his fall, and the degree of refinement of the death essence he absorbed after transforming into a vengeful demon.

Those with sufficiently deep foundations might indeed be able to briefly possess power comparable to or even surpassing their peak strength in life by burning their soul power, thus completing a desperate counterattack. But clearly, these two vengeful demons are not among them.

They may have been powerful figures in their lifetime, but they perished in the ancient calamity. Their remnant souls have been eroded by countless years and are trapped in this place. Although they have cultivated into a demonic body with the help of the death energy of the ruins and have the strength of the mid-stage of the Tai Cang Realm, the essence of their soul power is no longer as pure and profound as it once was.

At this moment, they recklessly burned their soul power source, frantically absorbing the mottled corrosive energy from the outside world, forcibly boosting their power. They seemed to have an amazing momentum, but their internal structure was already overburdened and filled with countless fine cracks that could completely collapse at any time.

Their power did indeed touch the edge of the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm, but this power was wild, chaotic, and difficult to control, like a runaway horse, raging and thrashing within their bodies.

The trajectory of the soul power was distorted and sluggish, and its connection with the soul body was loose and unsustainable.

The surging death energy and demonic flames around him not only failed to condense into effective offensive and defensive measures, but also continued to dissipate outwards due to loss of control, forming chaotic energy turbulence. This was tantamount to exposing his weakest point to the enemy.

Facing two vengeful demons whose auras surged and who appeared to be insane, Shi Pojun, who was at the forefront, didn't even flinch.

Only a calmness like that of ancient ice, and a hint of indifference like a hunter seeing its prey step into a trap.

"A bluff, all bark and no bite!"

Shi Pojun sneered inwardly. The massive, door-wide blade in his hand, instead of slowing down, gained even more ferocity.

Wherever the blade went, the space was rubbed raw by the extreme speed and power, producing a dark red, scorching light and a piercing explosion.

Back then, in pursuit of a breakthrough, Shi Pojun ventured into a perilous place, enduring countless near-death experiences, and finally managed to obtain and refine half of a precious sixteenth-grade high-level spiritual material.

Although he ultimately failed to break through the bottleneck and fully enter the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm, he still managed to place one foot firmly on that threshold.

More importantly, the process of refining that half of the spiritual material greatly nourished his physical body and soul, allowing him to break through the shackles in his understanding of the Dao Body of the Myriad Realms, reaching a level comparable to a true late-stage Tai Cang Realm expert.

The Myriad Manifestations True Realm Dao Body he cultivated was one of the Dan Chen Sect's ultimate physical techniques. Although it was not as good as the Dao Ruins Returning to Truth Body, it was still a top-tier body-refining inheritance within the Taicang region that could rival all others.

This method has nine levels, each corresponding to an astonishing transformation in physical body and power perception. An ordinary mid-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivator who can reach the sixth level is enough to dominate among his peers.

Shi Pojun, through great perseverance and a stroke of good fortune, managed to push this skill to the eighth level.

The eighth level, the Myriad Manifestations True Realm Dao Body, corresponds to a deep understanding and perfect mastery of the essence of power in the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm. This means that although Shi Pojun's cultivation is still just one step away from fully entering the late stage, he has not yet achieved that.

However, his understanding, control, and skill in using power have long since reached the level of the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm.

This is his greatest source of confidence!

At this moment, in Shi Pojun's eyes, which seemed to see through reality, the two violent demons opposite him not only did not pose a greater threat, but were instead full of flaws.

The pressure brought by the surge in power was merely superficial, chaotic and rootless, and could not exert any real pressure on his tempered physique and iron-willed soul.

"boom!"

The earth-shattering collision was far more violent and devastating than the one before.

Shi Pojun's giant blade, which condensed all the power of the eighth level of the Myriad Manifestations True Realm Dao Body, collided squarely with the weapons wielded with all their might by the two vengeful demons who burned their soul power.

At that moment, everything around us seemed to stand still.

Immediately following, an indescribable, terrifying energy storm, like billions of thunderbolts exploding at a single point, burst forth with dazzling light and shockwaves that destroyed everything.

The blinding blade energy and the pitch-black deathly demonic flames intertwined and devoured each other, forming a chaotic energy sphere with a diameter of several miles, completely engulfing the figures of both sides in the battle.

"Crack!"

A cracking sound and a muffled explosion emanated from the energy core, and a shockwave, forming a ring, swept outwards at terrifying speed. Wherever it passed, the already ravaged ground was violently ripped up as if by an invisible giant hand, and distant ruins were directly flattened and shattered.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun, and the ground for hundreds of miles around trembled in the violent clash.

When the most dazzling energy light subsided, the central scene was finally revealed.

Neither side retreated an inch.

Shi Pojun's burly body remained motionless, like a mountain rooted to the earth, with only two deep footprints on his feet indicating that he had withstood the recoil.

His face was solemn, his breathing was long and deep, his arms were as steady as a rock, and the giant blade he gripped was constantly shimmering with light.

The two vengeful demons on the other side, although they barely managed to withstand this earth-shattering strike by burning their soul power and were not cleaved away like before, paid a heavy price.

The towering demonic flames burning around them were now flickering violently like candles in the wind, as if they might be extinguished at any moment.

The already numerous cracks on the soul body increased dramatically under the backlash of this violent collision, like shattered porcelain. Strands of pure soul power mixed with death energy uncontrollably escaped from these cracks.

Although their auras remained at a high level, approaching the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm, they had become extremely chaotic and agitated. Unnatural distortions even appeared, clearly indicating that wielding this power beyond their limits had pushed their souls to the brink of collapse.

"A great opportunity!"

Cao Feiyu and Chang Guwu were both seasoned veterans; how could they possibly miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Shi Pojun's overwhelming force exposed the weakness of the vengeful demons, pinning them to the spot and revealing their fatal flaws.

The cold moon locks away souls!

Cao Feiyu suppressed her surging blood and qi, changed her sword technique, and the power of the Cold Moon Soul-Locking Sword Formation surrounding the two vengeful demons increased sharply.

Countless sword energies, as clear and cold as moonlight, no longer indiscriminately attacked, but transformed into nimble silver fish, shooting with unparalleled precision towards the most densely packed vital points of the soul cracks on the two vengeful demons' bodies.

The sword energy pierced the air, constantly eroding and cutting away at their already crumbling protective death energy, accelerating the disintegration of their souls.

The southeast wind is deadly!

Chang Guwu was not to be outdone. He moved like a ghost around the wind blade cage, his black jade folding fan dancing like lightning.

The originally widespread cyan-black wind blade storm suddenly contracted and condensed inward, with countless hair-thin wind blade threads slicing towards the two vengeful demons from various tricky and bizarre angles.

These wind blade threads are not only incredibly sharp, but also contain a strange wind force that can penetrate defenses and directly disrupt and slow down the flow of power within the user's body, making their already chaotic power even more chaotic and making it extremely difficult for them to even maintain their balance.

They roared with anger and resentment, but the cracks on their bodies were increasing and their breathing was becoming more and more disordered.

"break!"

Seeing that the two vengeful demons were at their last gasp, Shi Pojun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he let out a thunderous roar.

His blood and qi surged and roared like a celestial river, and the faint phantom images of myriad phenomena could be seen flashing across his body. The giant earth-shattering blade in his hand burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling light, as if it truly contained the full weight and unparalleled sharpness of an ancient divine mountain.

Myriad Realms of True Things: Mountain Collapse!

"clang!"

The deafening explosion and the crisp cracking sound rang out almost simultaneously.

First, the long whip woven from vengeful spirit threads in the advisor's hand dimmed completely the moment it came into contact with the blade containing immense power. Spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the whip's body, and then it was forcibly cleaved in two.

An incomparably violent force traveled along the broken whip, causing the arm holding the whip to twist and creak before the soul-body arm shattered, disintegrating into fragments of pure death energy and soul power that scattered in all directions. (End of Chapter)