Chapter 100: Collective Strength

mained unmoved and still coldly said in a low voice, "I won't say it for the third time."One looks at the other, eyes burning with anger, frustration, humiliation.We only said one sentence about your...In the valley, disciples from the Wanjian, Yanyue, and Yin Fenggu Sects were fighting. Each sect had two disciples participating.

The spirit tree that the three fought over was a deep gray, resembling stone, with four grayish-white spirit fruits growing on it.

The cloud stone tree, whose cloud stone fruit is an invaluable spiritual object for cultivating earth-based martial arts.

Each Cloud Stone can increase the cultivation speed of a martial cultivator in the Tu Shan Hai Jing realm by ten times.

The two disciples of Yinfeng Valley, one was Chang Gongce, the other a burly young man named Wang Xuan, if they were here, the burly youth would surely be recognized by Wang Xuan as Wu Chou who had once hunted him down.

Whether it's Wu Qiu or Chang Gongce, their combat power is not low. One has just entered the Shan Hai realm, while the other possesses the Heavenly Demon Diagram, a unique skill from the Chang Gong family.

At this time, the two were clearly at a disadvantage. The two Sea-Reaching Realm Level One disciples of Wanjian Sect possessed extremely powerful swordsmanship, while the Sea-Reaching Realm Level One male and female cultivators of Yanyue Sect excelled in joint attack techniques.

It's a good thing it was a melee, otherwise the two from Yinfeng Valley would have been defeated long ago.

Wu Chou had sword wounds on his arms and a gloomy face. He said, "We, Yin Feng Gu, withdraw. We will no longer compete for the Yun Shi Tree, let's go!"

Chang Gong sneered, “Leave Why is Senior Brother in such a hurry to leave”

Upon hearing this, Wu Chou's face showed surprise. He said, "Senior Brother Long Bow, what big words are you speaking"

The disciples of Wanjianzong and Yuezong were also taken aback, not understanding the intentions of the young man from the hidden realm in Yin Fenggu.

He's right, you all don't have to leave.

At that moment, a cold voice rang out from outside the valley mouth, interrupting the fight of the six.

But then a figure in black robes appeared outside the valley, striding towards them. Although they walked leisurely in the courtyard, their movements were ghostly and unpredictable, leaving a trail of afterimages as they quickly reached the center of the valley.

The black-robed figure was completely shrouded in a black cloak, his face hidden from view. However, the powerful aura of martial arts he emanated caused everyone except Chang Gongce to be taken aback.

Chang Gong clasped his fists in a gesture of respect and smiled, "Young Master, you've arrived."

"Mmm."

The black-robed figure nodded slightly. The hands behind their back, the right one reaching out towards the sky with a grab.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed. A vast expanse of black clouds appeared above this mountain valley, shrouding the entire area in darkness.

A deafening shriek of a malevolent ghost echoed through the black clouds. A clawed hand, as large as an attic, swiped down towards Wu Chou and his five companions below.

"Oh no, run away!"

Wu Chou and his four disciples, Wan Jian and Yan Yue, were shocked and terrified. They wanted to use their escape techniques to flee, but the ghostly energy emitted by Ghost Claws tightly bound all five of them.

"You used the Longbow tactic before, I helped you!" Wu Chou's eyes were filled with terror.

A faint, black ghostly aura bound the five people together, pulling them into the heart of the ghost's claw. The ghost's claw tightened suddenly, shattering the five people's protective元光 with a resounding crack. Then, as if they were yolks, the five people were crushed to bloody pulp by the black ghost claw.

Longgong sneered and mocked: “You only want to use me.”

Chang Gong Ce felt no guilt whatsoever for Wu Qiu's death.

As a cultivator of the dark arts, one must have the cold and ruthless awakening of a devil cultivator.

......

On a vast expanse of verdant grassland, three young monks clad in robes, their heads shaved clean, were performing a magical formation.

They are the three disciples of Jinguang Temple.

They all possessed the cultivation of the peak of the third realm of the Mountains and Seas Scripture, their bodies filled with Buddha's light flickering. They moved with Buddhist scriptures in mind, and one after another, fist-sized golden Buddha talismans flew from the three disciples of the Golden Light Temple towards the white-skirted girl trapped within the formation.

But no matter how the three Buddhist disciples cast their demonic subduing formations, the girl in white within the formation remained giggling and stood there, unaffected as Buddhist talismans struck her.

Three Buddhist disciples had sweat beading on their foreheads, and their closed eyelids trembled incessantly.

Far outside the formation, a young man in white stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky deep within the secret realm. He seemed as if the battle beside him had nothing to do with him.

"Junior sister, it's getting late. Have fun and then take care of them."

The young man in white shook his head, a look of helplessness flashing in his eyes, and said.

A young girl in a white dress covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, "Alright, the disciples of this Xuanwu Nation are truly weak. They have no killing power whatsoever. Now, I shall send them on their way."

The girl in the white dress rolled her eyes playfully, and said with a mischievous grin, "I'll use the new Starry Combat Technique I learned. It'll take down those three bald donkeys."

The young man in white smiled faintly, looked at the three outstanding disciples of Jinguang Temple, and said, "Don't blame my junior sister. Who made you guys witness our martial arts"

Three disciples of the Jinguang Temple opened their eyes, fear in them. One of them spoke, "Who are you"

Go to Buddha with your questions. Meteor Fist!

The girl in the white dress giggled mischievously, her hair styled in a quirky braid, as she extended a small pink fist and launched a punch...

......

Inside the Star Palace Secret Realm, there is a place where molten lava flows everywhere. Around it, several towering volcanoes can be seen.

Yin Wují stood in mid-air, his face cold and emotionless.

Four figures from the Mountains and Seas Realm were standing in front of him, their auras distinctly divided into two Mountain and Sea Triple Heavens and two Mountain and Sea Double Heavens.

It's an overcast day, Yin Tian Jiao. We have no grievances against each other. Do you really want to kill me without mercy

One of the great Han men from the third level of the Shan Hai Realm, his face filled with fury, said.

He held a brown broadsword, his internal energy surging rapidly, as if facing a great enemy.

The other three were equally terrified, one pair of siblings releasing their respective black giant tiger spirit rings. As for the last boy, his body trembled slightly, his face pale with fear.

Yin Wuji raised a finger, his bearing aloof and his voice emotionless: "An ant, only worthy of being killed by the strong."

A pinpoint of white light appeared at the tip of Yin Wuji's finger, and the stones on the ground trembled.

"He was going to unleash his Yuang Magnetic Divine Light and fight him to the death!"

"Quick! Attack together!"

"Who knows who might die~"

At this moment, the four of them were enraged and acted simultaneously. The big man roared, exerting his full cultivation power, and frantically swung his long sword.

Solitary Heron Sword Technique!

A streak of brown saber energy, ten zhang long, with a powerful and imposing aura, slashed towards Yin Wuji.

Surprisingly, though the boy appeared to be trembling with fear, his movements were as swift as those of the burly man.

He flung out a jade talisman, green as jade. The dragon's roar shook the heavens. The jade talisman blazed with green light as it left his hand, and a phantom of a giant green dragon, ten zhang long, wagged its tail and lunged towards Yin Wuji.

This attack from the young cultivator of the Second Realm of the Shan Hai Jing is actually stronger than that of Da Han, and even faster!

Last came the two siblings, two black giant tigers running through the air, charging towards Yin Wuji.

"Boom!"

A brilliant white light erupted from the Yin Wuji's fingertips. At this moment, for a radius of a thousand zhang, all was blinding white, so bright that one could scarcely look upon it.

After the white light disappeared, Yin Wujī in mid-air stretched out his hand. In front of him, there were no longer four people, all of them had been decomposed by the Yuáncì Divine Light.

"Foolish ants, how fragile you are before my might."

The dark emptiness held him in its grasp, yet he stood firm with hands outstretched, defying gravity as he departed. He looked down upon all below with regal pride.

The only real challenge he faced was that faint trace of the Azure Dragon. If he wasn't mistaken, the young man was a prince.

......

On the surface of a sea in a secret realm, a group of disciples from the Wanjian Sect were flying on their swords. Leading them was their eldest brother, Chu Jingtian.

Suddenly, a massive swarm of fish surged up from the depths below. They were each as long as an adult arm and had wings, with a vibrant purple hue. There were no less than three thousand of them, all exuding the aura of early-stage demonic energy from the Secret Burial Realm.

"Arrogant fool, die!"

As countless spectral fish, the Spirit Fish swarm, flew out of the sea and attacked en masse, Chu Jingtian let out a loud cry. With a mighty swing of his hand, he faced them head-on.

Countless sword lights shot out, and for a moment, the void was filled with crisscrossing sword lights. Then, it started raining fish blood. The demon fish horde was utterly helpless against Chu Jingtian's swordsmanship.

"Returning to the Origin Heavenly Sword Technique! Senior Brother is mighty!"

The disciples of Wanjianzong were elated, their eyes shining with admiration.

Chu Jingtian led his disciples, passing through the rain of fish blood without hesitation, their momentum like a rainbow.

"Fellow disciples, these fish demons are of little value. Let's hurry to the Inheritance Tower and compete for the supreme inheritance..."n its claw force shatter steel and gold, but the ghostly wails it emits can also disrupt one's mental state. Those with weak willpower will instantly lose all fighting spirit and be unable to resist."...