Breaking through the illusion of the mortal world

Chapter 175 Lu Mingchu Shows His Talent

The flames of war engulfed the mountains, and blood stained the sky.

The sacred artifacts roared in the sky, and the sound of the collision between the Primordial Heavenly Spirit Tablet and the Azure Nether Mirror shook the entire Fuyou Sacred Land.

Above the sky, besides the two Holy Lords and the Holy Beast, there were also powerful experts at the Profound Realm, such as Bixiao and Shuangye, fighting together.

Above the Fuyao Holy Land was a battlefield for Nascent Soul stage experts from both sides, as well as martial arts masters like Cheng Hao, or demon god realm protectors of the Lihen Heavenly Palace branch.

The high-level combatants from the Daoist Academy and the powerful figures from the Fuyou Holy Land held them firmly in place, preventing them from entering the mountain gate.

Xia Linxian and Cheng Hao are among the best, often able to overpower more than ten people, and even many second-rate sect leaders, these long-established Nascent Soul experts.

The battle between Li Jingyun and Hua Cheng was particularly fierce and evenly matched. The two fought from the sky to the ground and back to the sky, and wherever they went, everyone retreated.

Although the Guardian Alliance has a large number of members, it cannot win by sheer numbers in the short term.

At the entrance to the Fuyou Sacred Land, a vast sea of ​​people, led by Nascent Soul cultivators, continuously attacked the entrance, making this the most brutal battle.

Lu Mingzhan was at the forefront of the battle, his body covered in blood, but not a single drop belonged to him.

When ordinary spells and magical artifacts bombarded Lu Ming, he didn't even need to deliberately block them. He could ignore most of the attacks simply by relying on his Hidden Dragon Robe and the strength of his own body.

Gradually, with his formidable combat prowess, Lu Ming's followers began to subtly regard him as their leader.

Lu Ming had gradually adapted from the initial nausea and unease he felt upon seeing blood. Although he was still struggling internally, he was now filled with anger.

He couldn't understand why two completely unrelated people would fight to the death just because of their different power levels. Did they have a grudge against each other?

Why would someone go from their own home to someone else's to kill someone? Why would they risk their own life to kill someone else?

Lu Ming had no time to think; the cruelty of the battlefield gradually numbed him.

He didn't want the people around him to fall one by one, and he didn't want to see the disciples of Fuyao, with whom he spent every day, die one after another.

So his only option was to kill! To kill every enemy that came!

The cultivators who are usually high above ordinary people and can command the wind and rain and are regarded as immortals, are now living such short and fragile lives, just like the struggles of all living beings in the mortal world.

"Senior Brother Lu, save me!" A desperate cry for help rang out. Three disciples of Fuyao were surrounded by seven disciples of the Protector Alliance. Their magical treasures were all shattered, and they were seriously injured and unable to get up. They were already at their wits' end.

The cry for help immediately pulled Lu Ming back to his senses. He didn't have time to think about anything else; he only knew that if he didn't kill the other person, then his own companion would die!

Lu Ming used the Void Step, his figure flashing across the battlefield like lightning, and arrived in an instant.

Lu Ming stood in front of the three disciples of Fuyao, his long sword sweeping across, instantly breaking the combined attack of the seven cultivators.

The seven cultivators were forced to retreat continuously, and many attacks landed on them. Lu Ming did not dodge or evade, but charged forward to meet the attacks head-on!

"What kind of protective magic treasure is this? It's so powerful!" one of the cultivators exclaimed. Their ordinary attacks were completely ineffective against Lu Ming!

Lu Ming's eyes were cold, and the snow in the clouds appeared like autumn water. The sword intent of Qingping spread in all directions, locking onto the seven people in front of him.

Lu Ming pressed forward relentlessly, his sword flashing as blood flew and magical artifacts shattered on the other side.

In the blink of an eye, he killed three Nascent Soul cultivators from the Guardian Alliance. The three Nascent Soul cultivators fled instantly. Lu Ming's sword energy condensed, intending to destroy their Nascent Souls, but he ultimately restrained himself.

However, with the overwhelming magic and magical artifacts on the battlefield, it wasn't long before other disciples of Fuyao seized the opportunity to kill one of the fleeing Nascent Soul cultivators.

Lu Ming's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"Either get out of here, or die!" Lu Ming pointed his longsword at the other four people, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The four men felt as if they had been granted a pardon and fled. When Lu Ming killed the other three, the four men had already begun to consider retreating, but they also knew that if they fled on their own, they would only be defeated one by one and would surely die.

Only by working together can the four of them have a chance of survival.

"Those who retreat will die!" Not long after the four men left, an angry shout came from deep within the disciples of the Protectorate Alliance.

More than ten elite disciples from the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land walked over, and the leader was carrying the head of one of the four who had just escaped!

"Those who fear battle and refuse to advance are no different from this man!" After saying this, the leader raised the severed head in his hand high, and the head exploded instantly after it went into the air.

A chill ran down Lu Ming's spine, and his anger intensified. He drew his sword and charged toward the ten men!

"You're courting death!" the leader said disdainfully when he saw Lu Ming charging at him alone.

The ten people simultaneously unleashed their magical treasures, unleashing a barrage of spells and attacks.

Lu Ming moved like the wind, surrounded by sword intent. Streams of sword energy naturally condensed, like a breeze stirring up duckweed, or a sudden clap of thunder in the silence!

The overflowing sword energy severed most of the attacks, and the few that landed on Lu Ming did not dodge, but charged straight at them.

The ten people in front stared at Lu Ming as if he were a monster, and were all shocked. They hurriedly attacked Lu Ming with all their might.

Lu Ming's sword energy grew stronger and stronger, sweeping through everything in its path like a storm.

The sound of metal clashing was deafening as Lu Ming charged into the crowd like a god of war, and for a moment no one could stop him!

With each swing of Yun Jianxue's sword, someone was inevitably seriously injured and fell to the ground. These ten disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land were no match for Lu Ming.

Lu Ming showed no mercy this time, each move was deadly, and the Qingping Sword Intent enveloped everyone.

The sword intent was fused with the Xuanwu True Force, and with the support of Lu Ming's Immortal Sword Fragment Dao Foundation, even if the ten opponents attacked together, they could not stop Lu Ming in the slightest!

Before long, all ten people were wiped out. Under the sword intent, the nascent souls of several people were instantly destroyed by Lu Ming!

"Senior Brother Lu is invincible!"

"Go! Follow Senior Brother Lu and fight them off!"

Upon seeing this, the morale of the disciples of Fuyao soared.

They were unaware of Lu Ming's strength beforehand. Now, Lu Ming attacked in anger, and his formidable combat power far surpassed that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators and second-stage martial arts practitioners.

Upon seeing this, the members of the Guardian Alliance dared not approach Lu Ming, who seemed like a monster.

Just then, a series of synchronized footsteps sounded, causing the ground to tremble rhythmically.

The golden-armored battle formation of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land arrived in formation, consisting of twelve people in each team, all clad in gilded armor.

The golden-armored team members exuded a powerful aura. Their armor not only enhanced their magical power but also formed a unique array, constantly unleashing waves of oppressive force.

The Golden Armor Team is composed of elites from the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land, all of whom are Nascent Soul stage cultivators. When the twelve of them form a formation, their combined attack can defeat dozens of cultivators of the same level, and they can even contend with half-step Nascent Soul cultivators.

They locked their sights on Lu Ming on the battlefield, their killing intent palpable.

"Form ranks, slay!"

The captain roared, and the twelve men stepped forward at the same time, raising their longswords and frantically gathering spiritual energy. The twelve sword energies merged into one, transforming into a giant blade a hundred feet long.

The giant blade slashed fiercely at Lu Ming, distorting the surrounding air. Even the aftershocks of the cleaved air caused the surrounding rocks to crumble.

Lu Ming was extremely fast, so he could easily dodge this attack. However, there were many Fuyao disciples behind him, many of whom had lower cultivation levels. They were caught up in the battle formation's energy and were unable to dodge.

"Suppress the Mountain!" Lu Ming shouted, activating the Xuanwu Sword Technique!

As Lu Ming shouted, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the many disciples of Fuyao behind him also used their spells to meet the giant blade.

Lu Ming gripped two swords, held them horizontally across his chest, and drew upon the power of the earth's veins, causing a thick, azure sword-shaped mountain to rise from the ground.

Above Sword Peak, the mountain and river patterns flowed, and the true meaning of martial arts permeated the air, majestic and imposing, forcefully blocking the golden giant blade.

"boom!!!"

The giant blade and the sword mountain collided with a deafening roar that echoed in all directions, and the shockwave swept thousands of feet high.

Wherever the shockwave passed, disciples with slightly lower cultivation levels were immediately thrown about.

The Golden Armor Team launched another attack after their first attempt failed, but no matter how much they activated the formation and unleashed even greater power, the azure sword mountain remained as stable as Mount Tai, completely unmoved.

Lu Ming stood behind Jian Yue, his clothes fluttering even without wind, his eyes growing increasingly cold.

"break!"

With a loud shout, Lu Ming swung his longsword, and the azure sword suddenly surged forward, crushing all their attacks with overwhelming force and crashing directly into the golden-armored team.

The Golden Armor Team changed their formation again, erecting a golden barrier for defense.

But the sword mountain was indeed like a mountain, growing larger and larger until it crushed their barrier.

"ah..."

Screams rose and fell as the golden-armored team was directly scattered and could no longer maintain their formation. The twelve men were sent flying backward, severely injured, and many of their golden armor was shattered.

With a single move, he subdued the mountains and swept across the battlefield.

This scene once again stirred up the morale of the people in the Fuyao Holy Land, and more and more people began to move closer to Lu Ming and launch a counterattack.

Just as Lu Ming and his group were pushing back, a demonic aura suddenly descended from the sky, locking onto Lu Ming.

"Get back quickly!" Lu Ming shouted immediately, and then quickly moved away from the crowd.

Lu Ming looked up and met the figure descending from the sky—Ning Hanchuan!

Ning Hanchuan looked down at him and spoke coldly:

"Lu Ming, in just a few months, your cultivation has improved so much! You certainly had a satisfying time killing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Hanchuan's demonic power surged, and he charged straight at Lu Ming.