Chapter 2625: Qinglian Karma Fire Shows Its Power

The grey specter shrieked hideously, and a puff of smoke rose from its body. Cerulean flames engulfed the grey specter, and the Sky-Piercing Greatsword also struck down. The specter, like thin paper, was utterly pulverized by the greatsword.

With her Dharma Idol shattered, Liu Mi spat out a large mouthful of blood, her face turning pale.

"What kind of flame is this? A fifth-tier spirit flame shouldn't possess such power." Liu Mi's face showed an expression of disbelief as she spoke, frowning.

A rumbling thunder echoed from high above, and a massive golden thundercloud appeared in the sky directly above her head. Countless golden electrical arcs pulsed within it, radiating a terrifying aura. The golden thundercloud churned like boiling water, and tens of thousands of thick golden lightning bolts struck down, heading straight for Liu Mi.

Simultaneously, the illusory giant sword flared with spiritual light, and with a slight tremor, tens of thousands of hazy cerulean sword gleams swept out. They instantly merged into a single hazy cerulean Sky-Piercing Sword Light, striking towards Liu Mi as if intending to dismember her.

Liu Mi was scared out of her wits and was about to dodge when a man's loud shout rang in her ears. Liu Mi's head felt heavy, and her body trembled. By the time she reacted, the dense golden lightning had already descended. After a series of booming explosions, a sheet of golden lightning engulfed Liu Mi's figure, and a Sky-Piercing Sword Light plunged into the golden lightning, followed by a muffled thud.

Wang Qingshan formed a sword seal, and the Sky-Piercing Greatsword glowed brightly, slashing down towards her.

A miserable cry from a woman echoed, and a miniature Nascent Soul flew out of her body. "Husband, save me..." The miniature Nascent Soul's voice was tinged with terror. Before it could finish speaking, a thick golden lightning bolt descended from the sky, striking it. The miniature Nascent Soul was instantly annihilated.

Wang Qingshan's gaze swept over the others, and his expression darkened. Zeng Yusen's spirit beast had been killed and lay in a pool of blood. The old man in yellow robes lay on the ground, his body reduced to a dried corpse. The old man in golden robes was devouring its Nascent Soul, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Lei Yuting transformed into a silver roc several hundred zhang in size, enveloped by countless silver electrical arcs. With a flap of its wings, it unleashed innumerable silver lightning bolts that engulfed the middle-aged man's figure. The silver roc flapped its wings again, transforming into a sphere of silver lightning, and vanished.

The middle-aged man flew out from the silver lightning, his body covered in wounds, and his aura noticeably weakened. A sphere of silver lightning illuminated above his head. The silver roc reappeared, its talons aiming for the middle-aged man's skull. The middle-aged man swung the golden flying sword in his hand, slashing towards the silver roc.

With a clanging thud of colliding metal, followed by a man's miserable cry, the middle-aged man's skull was crushed by the silver roc's talons, and a miniature Nascent Soul flew out of his body. The silver roc spewed a stream of silver light, which enveloped the miniature Nascent Soul. The miniature Nascent Soul floated motionless in mid-air. With a flash of silver light, the silver roc transformed back into Lei Yuting, who promptly seized the miniature Nascent Soul and stored it away.

Zeng Yusen's face was slightly pale, a hazy cerulean giant's phantom floated above his head, and his face was filled with vigilance. Zhang Zihao's expression darkened. Wang Qingshan's strength was beyond his imagination.

"It's better to resolve enmity than to perpetuate it. Fellow Daoist Wang, Fellow Daoist Lei, Fellow Daoist Zeng, how about we put our differences aside and cooperate? Are you interested in the secret realm left by the Beiming Family?" Zhang Zihao said earnestly.

"Hmph, do you take us for three-year-olds? Do you think we'd be so easily fooled by you?" Zeng Yusen sneered. His spirit beast having been killed, he was utterly unwilling to make peace. Besides, his cultivation and strength were the weakest. If they truly made peace, other Void Refinement cultivators would turn on him to claim more treasures. In this world, strength reigns supreme. If one is too weak, not only will they not share in any treasures, but they might be killed by other Void Refinement cultivators at any moment.

Zhang Zihao's expression turned cold. He formed a hand seal, and the humanoid phantom above his head spewed a stream of crimson flames, heading directly for Zeng Yusen. Zeng Yusen activated a hand seal, and a shield shimmering with cerulean light flew forward, blocking the crimson flames. A burst of golden corpse fire shot forth, landing on the cerulean shield, and the shield's spiritual light quickly dimmed.

With several dull thuds, the cerulean shield shattered into pieces. A crimson greatblade, about a zhang in length, shot forth. Simultaneously, a golden light illuminated the sky above Zeng Yusen's head, and a small golden seal materialized out of thin air. The surface of the golden seal was covered with numerous ghostly figures, and the wails of ghosts resounded loudly. Upon hearing this sound, Zeng Yusen felt dizzy and disoriented. The golden seal instantly expanded and slammed down.

After a piercing sword hum, tens of thousands of hazy cerulean sword qi swept forth, sending the crimson greatblade flying. A cerulean long rainbow streaked in, blocking the massive golden seal. This cerulean long rainbow was, astonishingly, a Sky-Piercing Greatsword shimmering with cerulean light, enveloped by cerulean flames. The cerulean flames spread, quickly enveloping a significant portion of the massive golden seal. The ghostly entities within shrieked hideously, and a puff of smoke rose.

A deafening roar of thunder erupted as dense golden and silver lightning bolts continuously struck the golden seal. The golden seal was sent flying backward. Zeng Yusen regained his composure, conjured a small cerulean-glowing umbrella, and held it above his head, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Wang, Fellow Daoist Lei. Let's eliminate them together and not allow ourselves to be divided." Zeng Yusen said gratefully, his gaze solemn.

Wang Qingshan nodded. He formed a sword seal, and the Azure Lotus Sword flared with brilliant light, transforming into a cerulean long rainbow that shot directly towards Zhang Zihao. Lei Yuting activated his Dharma Idol. The roc phantom flapped its wings, and amidst a loud roar of thunder, dense silver lightning bolts shot forth, striking the old man in golden robes. The Golden Horned Thunder-Qilin Beast unleashed golden lightning, attacking the old man in golden robes. Zeng Yusen was not idle either, activating his Dharma Idol to attack Zhang Zihao.

Zhang Zihao dared not be careless. He activated his Dharma Idol to defend, finding it extremely strenuous. Wang Qingshan pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth and spat out a stream of cerulean light, which transformed into a continuously swirling cerulean flying sword—the Azure Glaze Sword. With his current spiritual sense, simultaneously controlling nine Azure Glaze Swords would be too taxing; his spiritual sense would be depleted quickly. Furthermore, if the enemy possessed a special treasure and destroyed his flying swords, it would be troublesome.

He formed a hand seal, and the Azure Glaze Sword transformed into a cerulean long rainbow, striking the golden light barrier. He intended to break the formation and allow the stone golem to enter and assist. A series of booming explosions echoed, and the golden light barrier twisted and distorted but remained intact.

Just then, a beast-like roar reverberated, causing the entire cavern to shake. Wang Qingshan felt his head grow heavy, and his eardrums throbbed painfully. The Golden Horned Thunder-Qilin Beast was enveloped by countless golden electrical arcs, and the right hand of the refining corpse phantom slapped towards it. With a muffled thud, the Golden Horned Thunder-Qilin Beast was sent flying backward, shedding numerous scales and bleeding profusely.

Lei Yuting's body was enveloped by a silver light barrier, and his gaze was solemn. The refining corpse phantom spewed a stream of golden corpse fire, striking the silver light barrier. A puff of smoke rose, and the silver light barrier's spiritual light dimmed. A flying dagger, shimmering with dark light, shot forth and struck the silver light barrier. The silver light barrier shattered like thin paper, and the black flying dagger flew straight towards Lei Yuting. Lei Yuting frowned, transformed his right hand into a claw, and swatted away the black flying dagger.