Chapter 135 Half-Step Golden Core

Lin Mu's eyes were blurred with tears. Huaichun's tragic death made him feel sad.

Huaichun contributed everything to the sect, but ended up biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Qian Fuzi was the culprit of all the crimes.

Qian Fuzi was just like Shi Weihan, who was ruthless and had no feelings. They only cared about interests.

Lin Mu hated Shi Weihan's actions very much. He would rather wander outside than return to the sect.

For such a person, Lin Mu just wanted to stay away from him.

Because no one knew who he would plot against next. For victory and interests, they could do anything.

Lin Mu had been a chess piece of Shi Weihan and had made huge profits for him, but in return he was betrayed.

After that, Lin Mu made up his mind to take his own destiny into his own hands.

Unexpectedly, when he came here, he became someone else's chess piece again.

He thought he was careful and mature enough, but compared to these old guys, he was still too young!

In the final analysis, it was because he was too weak.

If he had super strength and could kill the Blue Sea Sword Sect alone, how could these things happen?

But then again, if he had this strength, why would he make a deal with Qian Fuzi.

The rabbit died and the fox mourned. Lin Mu looked at Huaichun's miserable state before his death and shed a burst of tears.

Compared with Huaichun, Lin Mu just had a little luck. If he didn't have the Xuanyue Pei, he would have been like Huaichun, either committing suicide or being hacked to death by random swords after being humiliated by others.

Just like Ning Ye at this moment, under the siege of the crowd, he would be defeated sooner or later.

Ning Ye manipulated the Jinwu Sword, bursts of golden light flashed, and slashed at Xia Wufeng.

The sword energy was crisscrossed, and after bursts of roars, dust and smoke filled the ground.

The Jinwu Sword and Xia Wufeng's flying sword collided in mid-air. After a sound of metal clashing, two small gaps appeared on Xia Wufeng's flying sword.

The Jinwu Sword was extremely sharp, far beyond Xia Wufeng's flying sword.

But the next moment, the Jinwu Sword lost its power. Five swords attacked at once and entangled the Jinwu Sword.

The Jinwu Sword flashed and made two clear sounds, and the light became increasingly dim.

Lin Mu couldn't bear to watch any more. Ning Ye's fate was the same as Huaichun's. It was already destined when Qian Fuzi sent them out.

Ning Ye's struggle at this moment made Lin Mu feel even more desolate.

If fate was already destined, would it be to die obediently or to resist in vain?

Huaichun chose the former. Before he died, he carried endless hatred.

That hatred made Lin Mu panic.

Ning Ye chose the latter. He wanted to fight to the death.

However, this kind of resistance, in Lin Mu's eyes, has a trace of sadness.

The combined strength of the five spiritual solitude cultivators is much better than Ning Ye. Although he has strong attack power, he can't stand the large number of people in the Blue Sea Sword Sect. Five spiritual solitude cultivators, besieging together, he is simply unable to withstand it.

The light of the Jinwu Sword became dimmer and dimmer, and five high-quality flying swords entangled it tightly.

At this time, another elder gave up searching for Lin Mu and joined the siege of Ning Ye.

The flying sword of this elder was a water flying sword. The light blue flying sword was erratic and stabbed Ning Ye from behind. Although Ning Ye was prepared, he was not as flexible as the flying sword after all, and was stabbed from behind by the blue flying sword.

The sword energy exploded in his body, and the cold water spiritual power spread in his body, but Ning Ye felt that his internal organs were burning, and the burning pain seemed to swallow him up at once.

Ning Ye's body was unstable and he fell straight from the air. The Jinwu Sword was also knocked down.

Xia Wufeng walked up to Ning Ye with a cold face: "You have been struggling for so long, but you will die under my sword. Why bother?"

Ning Ye said nothing, secretly circulating his spiritual power, he was still thinking about resisting.

Xia Wufeng sneered: "Don't waste your energy anymore. You killed so many disciples of my sect. I will not let you live again."

An elder next to him sneered: "You worked hard for Qian Fuzi, but in the end you got this result. Qian Fuzi is really a sin."

Xia Wufeng smiled grimly: "But don't worry, I will avenge you after you die. I will kill Qian Fuzi and all the disciples of Lingfu Sect with my own hands. This paradise will belong to Lanhai Sword Sect in the future."

Ning Ye's eyes were blazing, staring at Xia Wufeng angrily, and the land under him was soaked with blood.

An elder next to him said with regret: "It's a pity that Qian Fuzi was too cruel. He lost an opportunity to blackmail him, and Elder Ning Ye died in vain."

Xia Wufeng said bitterly: "He killed nearly a hundred of my disciples, so his death was not in vain. It's just a pity that one of them escaped and I couldn't kill all three."

"But I am satisfied with killing you and Huaichun." Xia Wufeng smiled and said: "I don't believe that the remaining seven Lingji period cultivators of Lingfu Sect can continue to compete with my Lanhai Sword Sect."

After Xia Wufeng finished speaking, he waved his hand and a red flying sword attacked Ning Ye's heart.

A gleam of light flashed in Ning Ye's eyes. When the flying sword was about to hit his heart, his figure rose from the ground and floated in the air. The Jinwu Sword also flew up from the ground and stopped at his side.

The flying sword missed, and Xia Wufeng was suddenly shocked.

"You are indeed determined. You are not willing to die at this time." Xia Wufeng said: "Then I will send you off with my own hands."

The red flying sword flashed and shot towards Ning Ye again.

Ning Ye's face was calm, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes. He desperately turned the spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth quickly gathered towards him.

The spiritual power gathered towards him at a speed visible to the naked eye. The strong wind blew past, and a huge spiritual power vortex formed in front of him.

The spiritual power gathered more and more, and the Jinwu Sword became brighter and brighter.

A clear sound came from the Jinwu Sword, and the Jinwu Sword emitted a bright light, directly facing Xia Wufeng's flying sword.

Ding!

After a crash, Xia Wufeng's flying sword was knocked back, and a half-inch-long gap appeared on the red sword body.

Ning Ye was still trying to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The fluctuation of spiritual power became more and more violent, and the wind and clouds surged. The spiritual energy of the entire Lingfu Mountain quickly gathered towards Ning Ye.

Ning Ye became the center of this world, and his momentum became stronger and stronger, almost unmatched.

Xia Wufeng reacted and said in surprise: "Not good, he is going to break through the golden elixir!"

"Stop him quickly!" Xia Wufeng shouted: "Otherwise, we are finished."

But it was too late.

Ning Ye's body flashed with golden light, his face was calm, and his eyes were cold, looking at Xia Wufeng.

Ning Ye knew his current situation very well. His internal organs had been shattered, and he was just lingering on and having a last gasp.

Breaking through the golden elixir was completely impossible. He was only at the half-step golden elixir state at the moment.

Half-step golden elixir!

It must be the peak of the Spiritual Silence Stage, the state that can only be achieved when impacting the Golden Core Stage.

At this time, the cultivator has already stepped into the Golden Core Stage. As long as there is a large amount of spiritual power supply, he can successfully form a pill in one fell swoop.

Ning Ye is dying, and the possibility of successfully forming a pill is very small.

Ning Ye's goal is not to form a golden pill. As long as he reaches the state of half-step golden pill, his strength can be comparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator in a short time.

Before dying, Ning Ye wants to deal a heavy blow to Xia Wufeng and the Blue Sea Sword Sect.

The more people from the Blue Sea Sword Sect are killed, the greater the hope of the Spiritual Talisman Sect to continue to exist.

Although Qian Fuzi plotted against him and wanted to put him to death.

He should have hated Qian Fuzi, but he didn't want his sect to be extinct in the hands of the Blue Sea Sword Sect like himself.

As soon as Xia Wufeng finished speaking, the twelve Spiritual Silence Stage elders and more than a hundred Foundation Establishment Stage disciples all sacrificed their flying swords and shot at Ning Ye.

Ning Ye sneered, without saying a word, the Jinwu Sword flashed, and then slashed down.

An unparalleled golden force passed through the sky, and wherever the sword light passed, flying swords were cut in half and fell like rain.

Boom!

A deep trench of more than ten feet long was cut out on the ground, and dust and smoke rose up.

There were one or two hundred flying swords, but the Jinwu Sword only chopped down thirty of them, and the remaining one hundred and seventy flying swords still attacked Ning Ye.

Ning Ye's eyes showed a cold light, and he was ready to die.

The Jinwu Sword just chopped down, and then it turned again.

Boom!

Another sword light fell.

After a burst of flying swords fell, there were still about one hundred flying swords left. These one hundred flying swords were almost in front of Ning Ye.

Ning Ye showed a faint smile on his face, stretched out his hand, and the Jinwu Sword flew quickly and appeared at his feet.

He suddenly activated his spiritual power, a golden light flashed on his body, and he flew with his sword, quickly attacking Xia Wufeng.

Flying swords shot into his body and penetrated deeply into his body. His body was full of flying swords, and he had already become a bloody man.

Ning Ye flew to Xia Wufeng and hugged Xia Wufeng tightly. The next moment, a dazzling golden light flashed.

Boom!

The golden light shone in all directions, like a blooming lotus, and the whole sky became golden.

Countless broken sword chips flew out, forming a huge deep pit on the ground.

Self-destruct!

Ning Ye chose to self-destruct, dragging Xia Wufeng with him, and walked towards death in the golden light.

The dust and smoke dissipated.

Ning Ye's figure had long disappeared, and Xia Wufeng was also missing.

The three elders standing with Xia Wufeng were also blown to pieces, and their limbs were no longer visible.

The twenty or thirty foundation-building disciples in that area also died with Xia Wufeng.

One self-explosion took away the lives of four Spiritual Silence cultivators and thirty Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Only five high-grade magic tools were left on the ground. As for the low-grade and medium-grade magic tools of the Foundation Establishment cultivators, they were all blown to pieces in the golden elixir self-explosion.

The remaining eight Spiritual Silence elders and about a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators stared blankly at the deep pit, their eyes full of horror, and they were speechless for a long time.

All this happened too suddenly!

Ning Ye chose to self-explode, and they were completely caught off guard.

Lin Mu hid in the Xuanyue space, and the shock he felt in his heart was three times stronger than that of the people from the Blue Sea Sword Sect.

He watched Ning Ye die with his own eyes, unable to go to rescue him.

Ning Ye was still thinking about the sect until his death.

Lin Mu couldn't understand why Qian Fuzi wanted to kill such a person.

But before Lin Mu could think more, the white mist, which had been calm before, began to produce a violent fluctuation.

The white mist spread to both sides, and a wide passage led directly to the outside.

Qian Fuzi led six elders and more than a hundred foundation-building cultivators from his sect and rushed out aggressively.