Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 350 - 339 The Great Sun Magic with a Sword Dao Aura_1

350: Chapter 339: The Great Sun Magic with a Sword Dao Aura_1

350 -339: The Great Sun Magic with a Sword Dao Aura_1

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Jiang Ding stood with his hands behind his back.

Standing not far from the teleportation formation, he silently watched the horizon.

The six escaping lights slowed more and more, until, a few miles away, they concealed their breath and approached bit by bit, coming within a hundred meters of the demon monkey.

Xu Zheng, the young man with a pale face, suddenly felt a surge of fear and slowed his pace.

“Kill!”

His short and plump fellow disciples, however, did not notice his distress; they muttered under their breath and then, with a low shout, simultaneously threw out five glowing top-grade magic tools, gold spears.

Xu Zheng instinctively activated his mana and also threw out a top-grade magic tool, a gold spear, to serve as the primary array base.

The six gold spears were faintly connected by array patterns, forming an intricate formation; a large swathe of heavy golden radiance surged within the spears, causing agony to one’s spirit at just a glance, smashing down with the force of ten thousand jun towards the center where the demon monkey was.

With just this single strike, a cultivator at the peak of foundation building would suffer grievous injury, if not death.

And yet, they did not spare a single glance at their attack; they cast six chilling black nets swirling with resentful spirits.

Then, with more chanting, dark soul fires appeared in their hands, becoming a soul-burning and soul-melting fire, all converging towards the center, forming a terrifying blaze that they stared at intently, ready to throw at the first sign of trouble.

Magic tools, magic, operating mana techniques.

Every action was fluid, instinctual, honed through years of brutal training.

Even cultivators at the peak of foundation building would quickly perish in the face of such an attack.

Xu Zheng’s unease disappeared completely.

With such an assault, even if that minor sect cultivator possessed some earth-shattering trump card, he would still be beheaded!

“Good, I must have chosen the right person.”

Meanwhile, Jiang Ding’s face revealed a gleeful expression.

With a casual flick, six light blue sword qi appeared in the void, forming the simplest Liuhé formation, and sliced towards the six gold spears which had just arrived, with an unremarkable and quiet momentum.

“Ridiculous.”

Xu Zheng sneered, fully relaxing his heart.

Although these gold spears seemed unimpressive, they were in fact one of the sect’s sharpest tools, capable of breaking souls; most magic and sword qi would shatter instantly under this formation, allowing them to dominate the battlefield.

“This minor sect cultivator must be at the peak of foundation building, but his knowledge is far too shallow…”

The chubby disciple and the others laughed as well.

Swoosh!

The six light blue sword qi sliced through, easily cutting open the heavy golden glow.

Upon contact with the gold spears, the magic weapons trembled violently, let out a piteous cry, and were sent flying into the distance, their spiritual light fading to the extreme.

Following that, the sword qi sliced through the chilling, dark black net swirling with resentful spirits.

The black net collapsed and fell.

The light blue sword qi, now dimmed slightly, filled their vision.

“Puh!”

With their magic tools repelled, all six cultivators suffered violent disturbances in their mana and spirit souls; they spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and their previously triumphant expressions turned deathly pale, filled with terror.

“Golden Pill Monk!”

Only a Golden Pill Monk could swat their attacks away like mosquitoes with a few sword qi!

“Flee!”

Without any thought of resistance, including Xu Zheng, all six scattered the demonic soul fire at the center and escaped in all directions, burning essence blood.

“It’s actually a Golden Pill Monk!”

“How did you come to see me, a nobody!”

Xu Zheng cursed furiously, filled with regret, wishing he could gouge out his own eyes and crush them.

A cultivator who could easily offer fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones, could he be an ordinary person?

Their speed of escape,

compared to the speed of the releasing sword qi, was insignificant.

Swoosh!

The six sword qi arrived in an instant, bypassing the defensive magic tools, and gently penetrated the shields, piercing their hearts.

They fell without any resistance, plopping down like dumplings and crashing into the yellow sand.

An invisible force emerged, transporting them and neatly stacking them before the Demon Monkey.

“Elder, I’ll say anything, please, spare my life…”

Xu Zheng’s body was stiff, and the big hole in his body was rapidly cooling.

His Divine Sense was intermittent, conveying a plea.

“No need.”

Jiang Ding smiled faintly.

With a wave of his sleeve, six Soul Searching Talismans flew out, one Third Order Lower Quality and five Second Order top-grade, each landing on their heads.

Even if their Divine Souls had self-destruction restrictions, as long as they weren’t at the level of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, Jiang Ding could bypass them.

“Ah!”

Intense screams of agony arose.

But it was in vain—the sounds dissipated before they could leave the area of this dozen yards of yellow sand.

Jiang Ding had seized a dazzling, top-grade Magic ToolGold Spear, his Divine Consciousness scanned it, causing a tingling sensation.

He examined it carefully.

The spear was cast from golden yellow amber, a seamless whole, intricately inscribed with Array Patterns, allowing it to join other spears to form a powerful spear formation.

“Faintly, I sense the wails of countless Vital Souls; it must be a major Diabolism Sect’s Army Formation Magic Tool,” Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

This was also the reason he was sure he wouldn’t leave empty-handed.

With an equal number of foundation-building cultivators, these people could fight four times the number of Qiyu Sect cultivators and still have strength to spare, and the more numerous they were, the greater the disparity.

A huge gap exists in the resources of their sects.

Moments later, the luster faded from the eyes of the six Diabolism Cultivators, their bodies fell powerlessly to the ground, devoid of any signs of life.

Six pale blue Soul Searching Talismans flew to the front, and Jiang Ding read each one in turn.

“…Indeed, they are disciples of the Liudao Sect under Heavenly Person Dao Yin,” Jiang Ding’s expression darkened.

If a minor Chuyun Commerce Association had amassed so many foundation-building cultivators, how many could there be elsewhere?

“The identity of that courtesan at the early stage of Golden Pill can also be confirmed from her cultivation method, which bears many similarities to these men.

Could the Liudao Sect truly be setting their sights here?”

He continued to read.

“…The ‘Tiaren Transformation Method’ requires replacing one’s limbs and body with others’ at each stage of advancement, ultimately fusing them into one’s own body to create a Heavenly man; a disgusting and greatly risky cultivation method…”

“…This Xu Zheng, unaware of the Liudao Sect’s schemes due to his low status, was sent to the Chuyun Commerce Association two years ago to replace the previous worker and shopkeeper…

He once caught a glimpse of a black-robed figure shrouded in mist, who holds control over his Spirit Soul Restrictions.

That person could be the courtesan at the early stage of Golden Pill…”

“…His experiences crossing the Spiritless Gobi are detailed, good…”

“…Xu Zheng’s Divine Soul held the most useful information.

The Liudao Sect indeed faced a disastrous defeat in battle, with many Golden Pill Monks killed, and even rumors of their Patriarch Nascent Soul being gravely injured.

He also participated in several wars against the Great Sun Sect…”

“…Great Sun Sect…”

Jiang Ding focused on the memory of the Great Sun Sect cultivators in Xu Zheng’s recollection.

Garbed in white robes with the seal of the great sun on their chests, they would cast out fearsome balls of white-gold flames that exploded, killing and injuring groups of Liudao Sect cultivators.

Some of the more advanced cultivators had a constantly rotating Great Sun bead hovering in front of them, occasionally emitting a beam of Great Sun Light that would pierce through the Magic Tools and bodies of peer foundation-building cultivators in an instant, igniting the Divine Souls completely; their Army Formation was incredibly sharp.

“Although it’s magic, the extreme nature of offense over defense feels eerily familiar,” Jiang Ding murmured to himself, growing more suspicious of the Great Sun Sect the more he saw.

It took him over ten days to finish reading the contents.

“Let it be, just treat them as remnants of the Great Sun Sect preparing a response.”

“If possible, I should capture that solitary Liudao Sect early stage Golden Pill Cultivator; he is likely to know more.

An opportunity to encounter an early-stage Golden Pill Cultivator alone is rare.”

Jiang Ding once again unleashed six streams of Light Blue Sword Qi, annihilating the corpses of the six people, turning them to ash that dissipated in the air.

Seizing their Magic Tools and Storage Bags, he then meticulously swept the area with the Soul Extinction Technique to ensure no trace of energy remained.

“The likelihood of the Liudao Sect retreating to Yue Country has increased; this teleportation Formation is too risky, too close now.”

“Time to delve further into the Spiritless Gobi, six thousand kilometers in.”