Chapter 50

"Are you daring to mock this old man!"

"Zhenhai Formation, Spirit Turtle Stabilizes the Sea!"

Just as Xiang Liang was startled and enraged, he suddenly noticed that an endless sea of water had bloomed behind him, forming an infinite ocean.

Rushing water sounds continued. Just as he was stunned, a massive creature rapidly formed, reaching out a palm that seemed like a sky-piercing giant hand, pressing down with overwhelming force!

"Black Tortoise?"

His face changed drastically, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. Green light burst from his hand, and streams of clear energy rose, forming countless whirlwinds, ready to counterattack!

Not good!

Suddenly, a heavy weight pressed down on him, and Xiang Liang's face turned pale. He realized that an overwhelming pressure had instantly descended upon him. His entire body's magical power seemed to be frozen! His Yin Spirit, which was usually as gentle as the wind, now felt as if a mountain had been placed on it.

"Three breaths!"

He coldly glanced at the purple-robed old man, who was frozen by the Black Tortoise's stabilizing power, his expression filled with terror. He inwardly smiled coldly, receiving the message from Wu Zhantian. Three breaths were enough!

One breath!

He raised his sword, gathered his momentum, and a vast, cold light instantly converged on the black Yinji Sword held by Jun Wuming. The overwhelming sword momentum condensed and did not dissipate, as if it could pierce the heavens and split the earth, its light as full as the moon!

Two breaths!

"One Sword Through the Ages!"

A clear voice echoed from his lips, and the vast black sword light seemed like the first divine light of darkness born in the world, slicing through the air.

One sword that chilled the world!

The extreme concentration of the sword energy made the thousands of surrounding demons shiver involuntarily, and the sight of the sword light seemed to pierce their souls, even splitting their true spirits, preventing them from ever being reborn!

This "One Sword Through the Ages" was a move Jun Wuming had witnessed the supreme master who possessed his body use. He had once seen this sword split the divine lock of an ancient goddess, as if opening the heavens and the earth. At that moment, the Jun Wuming trapped deep in his mind was deeply moved and captivated by the meaning of this sword.

Now, imitating the supreme master's move, although it lacked the divine will to split everything, it still possessed a fraction of its form and power! After one sword, the sky seemed to be split, and the earth seemed to be shattered, the scene was terrifying.

"No!"

Seeing the vast sword light rushing towards the sky, the coldness directly impacting his Yin Spirit, it seemed that his Yin Spirit would be destroyed in the next moment! Xiang Liang was terrified, his skin and bones trembling, his eyes widening to the extreme!

"Hurry! Hurry! Just one more breath to break this damned suppression!"

"Break it! Break it!"

His heart roared like thunder, and Xiang Liang's mind erupted like a volcano, his strong will to survive bursting forth!

As if hearing Xiang Liang's call.

Crack! Crack!

The frozen green wind power in his body seemed to melt like ice, thundering and boiling, the rolling wind power began to resonate with his mind.

Three breaths!

"Done!"

"Die!"

Almost at the same time, as the boiling power in Xiang Liang's body broke through the Black Tortoise's suppression, a beam of ancient darkness-like sword light approached!

"No!"

A long roar, a shocking black light shot out, piercing the air, and in an instant, it broke through countless resistances!

"Thud!"

Hot blood splattered into the sky, a six-yang head flew in the air, leaving trails of shadows in the air.

Bang!

With the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, the shadows had not yet completely disappeared!

The blood was still warm, the wind had not yet stopped! It seemed that in an instant, such a great change had occurred. The purple-robed young man trembled, pointing at Jun Wuming, unable to speak for a moment!

His eyes were filled with panic, his mind in chaos. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a pair of cold, murderous eyes staring at him!

"No!! You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

"I am a disciple of the Tai Xu Holy Land, a son of heaven! I can't die! I can't die!"

"You have already killed my uncle, you have already caused a disaster that could destroy our clan, you can't kill me!!!"

Xiang Cheng, like a frightened rabbit, looked desperate, as if he had grabbed a lifeline. His eyes were filled with panic, repeatedly shouting the name of the Tai Xu Holy Land, glaring at Jun Wuming!

"Tai Xu Holy Land?" His heart stirred. Only the top sects in the world could be called Holy Lands! A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and Jun Wuming smiled, the sword light suddenly disappearing into his sleeve.

"Tai Xu Holy Land? So what?"

Seeing Jun Wuming's tone soften, the purple-robed young man's face suddenly brightened. Instantly, he recovered from his panic, becoming arrogant again, and loudly said, "Boy, if you know what's good for you, hand over your subordinates, or else... you'll regret it!"

After speaking, as if he realized something, his voice became weaker, seemingly lacking confidence! His fierce appearance was just a facade!

A faint smile on his face, Jun Wuming's eyes flickered with killing intent, slowly approaching the purple-robed young man!

Swoosh!

A black light flashed, blood splattered, staining the yellow earth, and in an instant, it merged with the earth!

"You."

His eyes bulged, seemingly unable to believe that Jun Wuming would really kill him! Xiang Cheng, clutching a huge, blood-soaked hole in his chest, pointed at Jun Wuming, unable to speak!

"Soul Search Technique!"

Black light flickered in his eyes, Jun Wuming showed no mercy, instantly killing the purple-robed young man. He then struck out a palm, extracting the young man's soul, pulling it out! Extracting the soul and refining the spirit!

"Ahhh!"

Piercing screams, as if being cut by a thousand knives, the soul endured unimaginable pain, the screams causing the surrounding turtles and snakes to become restless!

This Soul Search Technique was relatively simple, obtained by Jun Wuming from his master, Jun Qing, specifically used to search and refine souls, to find memories. However, this technique was of a lower rank, far inferior to the more advanced Soul Reading and Soul Seizing techniques.

Not only did those subjected to this technique endure unbearable pain,

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but their souls would also be damaged. In mild cases, their true spirits would be injured, making it difficult to reincarnate; in severe cases, they would be completely destroyed!

As the Soul Search Technique reached its end, Xiang Cheng's screams became weaker, and in the end, his eyes became completely vacant, the intense pain only causing muscle spasms. He had become a complete idiot, unaware of pain!

Bang!

Throwing the cold corpse aside, Jun Wuming's face changed slightly. Xiang Cheng had been killed by the pain of the Soul Search Technique!

"Lord Jun?"

Wu Zhantian, looking at the惨状 of the purple-robed young man, shivered involuntarily, then looked at the thoughtful Jun Wuming, quietly approaching, pointing to the lake, and whispered a reminder.

Looking at Wu Zhantian with a questioning glance, Jun Wuming suddenly realized what he was pointing at.

It seemed someone had fallen into the lake! He had almost forgotten!

Fortunately, the one who fell in was a deeply cultivated cultivator; otherwise, if it had been an ordinary person, they might have already died!

Lightly stepping on the water, he reached out and grabbed a white figure from the lake. The touch was smooth and soft, and a fragrant aroma wafted, making Jun Wuming involuntarily sniff.

Turning, he landed on the ground.

Looking at the figure, Jun Wuming first saw a face as beautiful as a flower, with delicate features, like a lady from an ancient painting.

Dressed in a white silk dress, which had been soaked in the water for a long time, it clung to her body, revealing a slender and graceful figure. Her chest, tight and full, pressed against Jun Wuming's chest as he held her, making his heart race.

Although it was just a brief touch, the soft and pleasant feeling made Jun Wuming's heart flutter!

This was a beauty no less stunning than Jin Mudan! Although she lacked the noble and conquering aura of Jin Mudan, the white-robed woman exuded a unique elegance and grace, even in her unconscious state, her classical, intellectual, and gentle charm was captivating!

Suran? The name of this white-robed woman was Suran!

In the memories of the purple-robed young man that Jun Wuming searched, he first learned the identity of this white-robed woman. Xiang Liang and Xiang Cheng were both disciples of the Tai Xu Holy Land, with Xiang Liang being an outer gate attendant. They had set out with many other disciples to capture this woman!

As for the identity of this white-robed woman and why they were pursuing her, the uncle and nephew did not know. They only knew that this was a bounty issued by a direct disciple of the Tai Xu Holy Land. If they captured this woman and brought her back to the sect or provided her whereabouts, they would receive a reward from a direct disciple of the sect!

Looking at the white-robed woman in his arms, whose breathing was faint, Jun Wuming's eyes showed deep thought. Regardless of her beauty, the aura she exuded was not something an ordinary woman could possess, indicating that her identity was not simple.

Should he save her or not? Saving her might bring a lot of trouble?

A series of lights flashed in his eyes, and his mental energy materialized, scanning the white-robed woman's inner organs, causing him to be startled again!

Through his spiritual eyes, he saw that the white-robed woman's pure white magical power was vast and surging, even more terrifying than the purple-robed old man he had killed.

The vast white magical power was powerful, bright, holy, and domineering! This was Jun Wuming's first impression. The white-robed woman was cultivating a light attribute magical power, and according to Jun Wuming's estimation, the level of her cultivation technique was not low!

Bronze? Silver? Or the legendary Gold? As for divine-level techniques, Jun Wuming did not dare to imagine, as such techniques transcended the world, reaching the essence, and their appearance would surely shock the world!

Although the white-robed woman's magical power was powerful, holy, and strong, Jun Wuming's keen mental energy detected an endless cold ice power that was not inferior to the holy light in her body!

Extremely cold and icy, even a slight touch felt like touching ancient ice, the coldness piercing even someone like Jun Wuming, who cultivated water-based power, to the bone, penetrating his spirit!

And the white-robed woman, at this moment, had her holy light power completely frozen by the ice power within her vast holy palace. The ice power was extremely strong, the cold rays like a rare black ice in the world. If there were more, Jun Wuming had no doubt that the woman would have already died, frozen into a beautiful ice sculpture!

A series of wise lights flashed in his eyes, and Jun Wuming stared at the white-robed woman's flawless face, his eyes struggling intensely, to save or not to save?

"Hmph."

Suddenly, a light snort sounded, and Jun Wuming was startled, turning his head to see the woman in his arms, her beautiful eyelashes trembling, gradually waking up!

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