Chapter 67

Everything, just for the killing intent of these two wooden swords!

At this moment, Ding Xin's eyes suddenly narrowed, a sense of life and death crisis instantly surfaced in his mind. This feeling was the first time he had encountered it in this remote state of Zhao. In the past, even in the Southern Domain, he had never provoked Foundation Establishment cultivators, so even if there were dangers, they were only from peers.

In this moment of shock, he did not hesitate and abruptly raised his right hand, directly pointing at his眉心 in this critical instant.

The moment his right hand touched his眉心, a vast force suddenly spread from his body, and a large amount of purple aura directly appeared from his crown. This purple aura rapidly condensed, forming a figure.

It was the back of a figure in a purple robe. This back did not turn around, but an indescribable pressure instantly erupted, causing the purple aura to spread, making the large net's envelopment stall.

Ding Xin's face turned pale. Taking advantage of the net's pause, his body immediately retreated. However, the two wooden swords did not pause at all, as if unaffected, piercing through the purple mist in an instant and heading straight for Ding Xin.

"This is impossible!" Ding Xin's scalp tingled, his expression showing shock. He never expected that the two wooden swords that flew from Meng Hao could ignore his life-saving technique!

That was a life-saving technique granted by his sect to all Ninth Layer Qi Condensation cultivators, capable of resisting the full force of an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Each disciple only had one chance to use it. Over the years, he had never used it, and today, in this life and death crisis, he had only just begun to use it, but it could not stop the two wooden swords from coming.

"What kind of swords are these!" Ding Xin's face turned pale. In this critical moment, he could not afford to hesitate. Biting his teeth, he let out a low roar, biting his tongue and spitting out a large mouthful of blood. This blood was his cultivation blood, containing his lifespan and cultivation. After spitting it out, his own cultivation immediately dropped, and he would need a long period of seclusion to recover.

Almost as soon as his blood was spat out, it immediately turned into red mist and was absorbed by the purple figure above his head. Then, Ding Xin let out a low shout.

"Purple Qi from the East!" As his words spread, the purple-robed figure, which had been facing Meng Hao, slowly turned around. Although its face could not be seen, a purple glow could be seen in its eyes!

The moment this purple glow appeared, Meng Hao's entire body suddenly trembled, pain like a flood overwhelmed his body, and he abruptly retreated, spitting out seven or eight mouthfuls of blood. His body hummed, his consciousness blurred, and he fell back like a broken kite, landing directly in the Northern Sea and sinking.

At the same time, the two wooden swords trembled. One of them immediately turned purple and, in this instant, seemed to be out of Meng Hao's control. It did not advance but instead instantly turned back and fell into the Northern Sea.

But... there were two wooden swords. Ding Xin's life-saving technique, which he used at the cost of his lifespan and cultivation, could only target one wooden sword. The second sword, despite trembling, still pierced through everything and directly stabbed into Ding Xin's chest, causing blood to spurt out. After piercing through, it lost its spiritual energy control and sank into the Northern Sea.

However, although this sword pierced through, it did not hit his heart. Due to the influence of "Purple Qi from the East," Ding Xin had avoided the vital point. Even so, he still let out a piercing scream, blood spurting from his chest, and more blood gushing from his mouth.

With disheveled hair and a white robe now bloodstained, Ding Xin's eyes were bloodshot. His right hand clutched his chest, and he let out a roar of extreme anger. Since he had entered the cultivation world, he had fought many battles, but he had never suffered such a severe injury. Now, in this remote state of Zhao, which he had looked down upon, he had been severely injured by a cultivator from a small country he had ignored, and he was even forced to use his life-saving technique. His gaze was dark as he looked down at the Northern Sea.

"Under my 'Purple Qi from the East,' you are already dead. But if I do not tear your body into pieces, it will not be enough to punish you for daring to injure me!" Ding Xin's chest ached, and his cultivation had fallen to the Eighth Layer Qi Condensation due to the expenditure of his lifespan and the spitting out of his cultivation blood. His face was pale, and he took out a pill and swallowed it. However, his expression soon changed as he looked down at the blood hole in his chest, a hint of fear appearing in his eyes.

"My spiritual energy is rapidly dissipating from this sword wound..." This was the first time Ding Xin had encountered such a situation. He drew a deep breath and became even more concerned about Meng Hao's two wooden swords. Ignoring his injuries, he rushed into the Northern Sea, his body instantly submerging in the water to find Meng Hao's body and the two wooden swords.

In the depths of the Northern Sea, Meng Hao's body slowly sank. His eyes were closed, and he was motionless, as if he were already dead. Ding Xin's "Purple Qi from the East," especially when fueled by his lifespan and cultivation, was powerful enough to rival the peak of Qi Condensation, and Meng Hao, at the Eighth Layer Qi Condensation, had no chance of survival.

At this moment, except for a faint flame of unwillingness burning in his soul, his body was already cold. Before long, as the flame faded, there would be no more Meng Hao in this world.

His meridians were severed, his flesh and blood were dull and lifeless, and his dantian was withered and dry...

But he was unwilling to die like this. The law of the cultivation world, where the strong prey on the weak, was not something the current Meng Hao could resist. His life flame grew dimmer, and as his body sank, the world grew silent, and it gradually began to fade.

A sigh echoed from the Northern Sea, carrying an endless sense of沧桑. As it reverberated, the water in the depths of the Northern Sea immediately rippled, and these ripples gradually enveloped Meng Hao's body, causing it to emit a gentle light.

As the light spread, the spiritual energy of the Northern Sea instantly rushed in from all directions, continuously entering Meng Hao's body, repairing his meridians. Purple blood threads overflowed from Meng Hao's seven orifices and his sweat pores, dissolving into the water.

The injuries caused by "Purple Qi from the East" in his body were completely healed in this instant. Not only that, but even his previous injuries were quickly restored as the spiritual energy of the Northern Sea poured in.

His body emitted a pounding sound, indicating that his meridians were being reconnected. His flesh, which had lost its vitality, was rapidly reshaped and restored to life.

His dantian, which had been withered, now roared as a large amount of spiritual energy poured in, becoming powerful again and expanding outward. Although his cultivation was still at the Eighth Layer Qi Condensation, it had advanced significantly and was now almost at the Ninth Layer.

In the dantian, the demon core undulated, emitting a strange glow. With each emission of light, the demonic aura in Meng Hao's body, which had been produced by swallowing the demon core, was absorbed by the demon core, making it even more strange.

Until, Meng Hao opened his eyes.

His eyes were calm, without any ripples, surprise, or astonishment. Choosing to fight in the Northern Sea, Meng Hao was taking a gamble, betting that the demon of the Northern Sea would come to his aid!

As he opened his eyes, Meng Hao slowly stood up, his feet on the seemingly intangible water. The lake bottom was faintly visible, and this place, which should have been dark, was illuminated by the faint light of silver sand at the bottom, making it appear hazy.

In this haze, Meng Hao saw a boat.

The boat was very broken and lay quietly at the bottom of the lake. When Meng Hao saw this boat, he immediately recognized it as the boat that had carried him across the sea that day.

Silently looking at the boat, Meng Hao bowed deeply in the water.

Almost as soon as he bowed, a child's laughter, like the tinkling of silver bells, suddenly echoed in the silent lake bottom. The laughter surrounded him, and although it was unclear where it came from, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly narrowed as he looked at the lake bottom.

He saw that with the laughter, arms began to emerge from the silver sand at the bottom of the lake. These arms were like white jade, and as they appeared, female corpses began to rise from the sand.

Their black hair covered their faces, and dozens of female corpses floated in the depths of the lake. They all had their eyes closed, and their faces were extremely beautiful, but their pale faces and the undulations in the water made Meng Hao's eyes show a hint of shock. He discovered that these female corpses all had the same appearance and were the same age.

Just as Meng Hao was shocked, a little girl walked out from the broken boat. The little girl stood there, smiling at Meng Hao. The smile was shy and looked very innocent, but when Meng Hao saw the little girl, his mind suddenly buzzed.

He immediately noticed that the faces of the female corpses were very similar to the little girl, clearly the appearance of the little girl when she grew up!

"Big brother, are you going to stay with me forever here?" The little girl smiled, her voice young. As her words spread, the dozens of female corpses around her all paused, and their closed eyes seemed to be looking at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's mind was shaken, and his brain buzzed. In this buzzing, everything he saw before his eyes became blurry and fragmented...

Meng Hao suddenly opened his eyes. He was still sinking in the water, far from the lake bottom, not as he had seen before, where he had already sunk to the bottom. It seemed that everything before was a dream, with no boat, no female corpses, and no laughter or words from the little girl.

After a moment of shock, Meng Hao immediately noticed that his body was completely restored. In silence, Meng Hao looked down at the distant lake bottom, but saw nothing.

But Meng Hao knew that the previous scene, though illusory, was not false!

He silently raised his hands, bowed deeply to the lake bottom.

"Twice you have saved me, Meng Hao will not forget. I guessed that you were transforming the lake into a sea. I am honored by your recognition. I promise that if one day my cultivation reaches the heavens, I will come to assist. If there are other matters that need my help, please let me know." Meng Hao did not rise from his bow until more than ten breaths had passed. The surroundings remained silent. Meng Hao straightened his body, looked once more, and then turned and headed straight for the surface of the lake.

At the same time, as Meng Hao's body rushed to the surface, the two wooden swords that had sunk into the sea in the Northern Sea suddenly trembled and moved, heading straight for Meng Hao.

One of the wooden swords, as it trembled, was found by Ding Xin. His eyes lit up, and he raised his right hand to retrieve it. However, the wooden sword suddenly moved, creating endless ripples in the water and quickly moving away.

This scene made Ding Xin pause, a strange light appearing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he immediately pursued.

"This treasure has already become sentient!!" Ding Xin's heart was pounding, and he wished he could move even faster to intercept the wooden sword.

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