Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 235 226 Herbal Magical Fruit1

Han Lin led the way ahead, with his figure hidden.

Jiang Ding followed behind, also invisible, and even more thoroughly so.

Along the journey, odd insects occasionally passed by, or Qiyu Sect disciples fought with them, but neither noticed the two n, who moved at a slightly slower pace.

It must be said, the two shared similarities in their combat style.

Several hours later, Han Lin led Jiang Ding, still in stealth, to a winding stream and stopped to look around carefully.

"Here?"

Jiang Ding blinked in surprise.

He had passed this place at least several tis, and his Divine Sense and Sword Intent, along with the Hundred Beasts Talisman, had searched every nook and cranny without finding anything.

"A formation? At least a third-order Illusion, or even a Space Shifting Formation!"

Jiang Ding felt a chill in his heart.

Such things were what he tried his best to avoid; upon sighting them, he would hasten to escape.

But now, he just touched the rusty sword tip with his Divine Soul again, confirming he could return to the Xiann Sect at any mont, without any unnecessary movents.

After observing for a while,

Han Lin finally confird sothing, took a step onto the water, moved forward at tis, retreated at tis, twisted and turned, and another couple of hours passed.

Suddenly, his vision blurred.

Gone were the river and the forest, and unexpectedly, he found himself in a little mountain village.

Thatched huts, barking dogs, paddy fields scattered outside the village, water buffaloes returning ho, wisps of light blue smoke rising from the rooftops—a typical rural scene that could be seen anywhere in the mortal world.

The only anomaly was that there were no people at all.

"A Space Shifting Formation!"

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

With his Sword Intent, he sensed that the water buffaloes, dogs, and the village itself all truly existed, living through birth, aging, sickness, and death, repeating endlessly for countless years.

"Little Martial Uncle, be careful."

Han Lin lowered his voice, "This is where the disciple was chased and killed, and stumbled in unintentionally. At that ti, there were over ten others, and just by trampling on a small plant, one was destroyed by the formation."

"Alright."

Jiang Ding nodded silently.

The two zigzagged through the village and ca to the edge, in front of a thatched hut with a fence.

Within the fence,

stood a tree lush and dripping with greenery, evergreen throughout the seasons, sowhat resembling a persimmon tree, but each leaf was engraved with mysterious runes that flickered occasionally.

Two fist-sized fruits, completely ripe and red, hung from the branches, one above the other, their fragrance striking the nose.

Below the tree, there were also more than a dozen decayed fruits, with only the kernels left.

"Herbal Magical Fruit!"

Jiang Ding's breath quickened.

They were exactly as described in the records of the Xiann Library!

Without any need for processing, swallowing them directly could result in the formation of an Herbal Spiritual Body within a person, with innate qualities comparable to Three Spiritual Roots, and it also enhanced the cultivation of Wood Property Cultivation thods.

In terms of value, not high—for many Cultivators, Three Spiritual Roots weren't much to speak of.

But for those in need, it was a treasure beyond asure!

"Little Martial Uncle, this place is extrely dangerous!"

Han Lin whispered, "Previously, soone accidentally triggered it, and then twelve clay figures appeared, each with a terrifying aura. In an instant, all were dead, leaving only the disciple to escape by luck."

Jiang Ding nodded and motioned for the other to keep his distance.

Actually, there was no need for gestures.

Having guided him to the exact location, Han Lin had already run several miles away, ready to flee at any mont, showing exceptional experience.

It was a wonder how he had managed to survive through the years.

"There's still a bit of certainty."

Jiang Ding exhaled lightly, and nine strands of Light Blue Sword Qi appeared several hundred ters away, slashing towards the inside of the thatched hut's fence.

His confidence, of course, lay in the Suppressive Cultivation Base Formation that covered the entirety of the Nine Heavens Relics; up to now, no exceptions had been found.

It was worth a try.

Hum!

The unremarkable thatched yard underwent a sudden change, crisscrossed with Array Patterns, while twelve clay figures rose from the ground, their eyes the distinct gray of granite.

Grabbing from the ground, they each produced a Solid Stone Spear, simultaneously thrusting forward.

Bang!

The nine strands of Light Blue Sword Qi burst in an instant, transforming into scraps of Sword Qi and Spiritual Light.

"Twelve foundation-building strength, and there's a formation too!"

Jiang Ding remained expressionless, no longer hiding, revealing his figure.

Clang!

A magnetic pattern of crossing lines flickered between his eyebrows, and the long-awaited Taiqing Flying Sword erged from it, vanishing into thin air amid a trendous explosion.

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Boom!

Two long spears were severed. The Taiqing Flying Sword was frighteningly sharp—nothing could stand in its way as it sliced a mud puppet from its left shoulder to its hip.

Threads of Sword Qi surged in like the tide, obliterating the puppet's core.

The mud puppet stiffened, its upper and lower halves sliding apart in disarray, its Spiritual Light dimd, and it crumbled into a pile of yellow earth on the ground; the aura of the other eleven puppets weakened drastically.

"Such an unparalleled sword cultivator!"

Han Lin was shaken and longed for such mastery, realizing his previous worries were superfluous.

With such a sword cultivator,

who despite being courteous and gentle, was actually exceptionally proud, how could they covet others' fortunes and rob them?

He was just about to go pick the Spirit Fruit.

But he noticed the figure in the sky looked even more solemn.

Clang!

With a long cry, the Flying Sword slashed at another mud puppet, filled with the aura of destruction.

Clang!

Twelve Solid Stone Spears ca at it in a flash, and amid the sharp clang of tal, they forced the Taiqing Flying Sword back.

"Not dead?!"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Yet, he helplessly witnessed the puppet—whose core was supposed to be completely destroyed by the Sword Intent—revive, with the formation remaining undamaged.

"Kill!"

Once the Solid Stone Spears had repelled the Taiqing Flying Sword, the granite eyes flickered montarily before they simultaneously turned skyward. The twelve sharp spearheads fractured, forming a formation that thrust toward the sky.

Hum!

The Array Pattern of the straw-thatched courtyard spun, and Earth spikes ford from all directions, leaving no gap—not even the size of a flea—and rapidly plumted towards the center, their tips exceedingly sharp.

Swoosh!

Imbued with the Sword Intent of Destruction, the Taiqing Flying Sword flashed with its azure brilliance and chopped towards the twelve Solid Stone Spearheads, instantly severing three.

The Flying Sword darted unpredictably through the sky, and with three more strikes, the remaining nine Solid Stone Spearheads were cleaved into fragnts.

From behind,

Jiang Ding suddenly unleashed dozens of Sword Qi, shattering all the Earth spikes in one direction, transforming into an Azure Escape Light, and in an instant, he broke free from the deadly trap.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The mud puppets roared rigidly, waving their long spears—twelve Solid Stone Spearheads reappeared without the customary spell delays or pauses of ordinary cultivators.

The formation activated,

and in the sky, boulders the size of carriages condensed, while a heavy gravity spread around them, plumting downwards.

"Formation, formation!"

Killing intent arose in Jiang Ding's heart.

Boom, boom!

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi fluctuated like boiling waves, with various Earth Attribution Spells bombarding wildly. The Taiqing Flying Sword moved back and forth, shattering one Solid Stone Spearhead after another.

The gravity boulder the size of a carriage had a hole pierced through its most solid core and exploded with a roar, scattering countless fragnts everywhere.

Yet,

no matter how it was destroyed, a never-ending stream of spells erged, shaping into Earth cells, stone pillars, and palaces, falling and suppressing continuously.

At tis, twelve mud puppets would be bisected at the waist by Sword Qi which destroyed their cores—once, even three puppets were simultaneously obliterated by the Taiqing Flying Sword.

But it was all for naught.

No matter how they were destroyed, they regenerated in an instant without any loss.

In contrast, as his Mana greatly diminished, the azure Sword-light steadily faded.

Yet his killing intent beca increasingly violent, cold, and grim.

"Young Master!"

Han Lin, sowhat terrified, couldn't help but speak up, "This is impossible; shall we take our leave first?"

Since stepping into the Cultivation World,

he hadn't encountered another High-Level Cultivator who was so trustworthy that he didn't have to worry about being assassinated for his possessions. He didn't want to see him fall.

Although Han Lin was used to this himself and hadn't received much care, such nonchalance was a rarity in the Cultivation World.

"You, leave—at least twenty miles from here."

Jiang Ding spoke coldly.

Amid the violent storm of Earth Attribution Spell fluctuations, the Taiqing Flying Sword's tallic sound rang out, revealing hints of light golden Runes. All the spells automatically parted before it.

Breaking Law,

Magic Arts-Breaking Immortal Gold!

"Yes!"

Han Lin shuddered, turning tail without a backward glance, and fled swiftly.

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