Chapter 991: Fang Mu Lures the Enemy

Sword energy, bright as a rainbow, manifested as a torrent of thousands of green flying swords. It surged forward, striking the drowsy third-tier demonic beasts, leaving distinct sword marks with faint traces of blood.

Wang Qingshan altered his sword art, and a loud clang of swords resounded. Seven shimmering green flying swords circled erratically around the five low-grade third-tier demonic beasts, their shadows intertwining.

He chose to target the weaker ones. The spiritual art 'Mystic Red Lotus' was noticeably more effective against low-grade third-tier demonic beasts, but its effect was less potent against high-grade third-tier demonic beasts.

"Cut them down!"

Following Wang Qingshan's low roar, densely packed green sword qi shot forth, striking the five low-grade third-tier demonic beasts.

Struck by the 'Mystic Red Lotus', these five third-tier demonic beasts were drowsy and became living targets. No matter how strong their physical bodies were, without resistance, they couldn't withstand Wang Qingshan's sword formation.

A series of booming sounds rang out as the five third-tier demonic beasts were minced by the dense green sword qi. They offered no resistance before their death, illustrating the terrifying power of the 'Mystic Red Lotus'.

Wang Qingshan was delighted to have eliminated five third-tier demonic beasts so easily, but he also felt a slight apprehension towards Liu Meier. If he were to be struck by the 'Mystic Red Lotus', he wondered if he would be a match for her.

The Myriad Flower Palace truly lived up to its reputation as a power equal to the Taiyi Immortal Sect, and Liu Meier, as their senior disciple, possessed extraordinary abilities.

A loud whooshing sound filled the air as several green tornadoes, over ten zhang tall, swept in at an extremely fast speed.

Four Core Formation half-demons shot in from the four cardinal directions, intending to kill Wang Qingshan first.

A faint thud echoed from the ground as four spiritual flowers—green, red, white, and gold—emerged from the ground near Wang Qingshan and quickly grew several zhang in size.

The green spiritual flower swayed, causing a fierce gale, and countless green wind blades shot out.

The red spiritual flower, meanwhile, spewed a large swath of crimson flames, emitting astonishing heat waves.

The white spiritual flower gushed out a large number of crystal-clear ice cones, striking one of the Core Formation half-demons with an biting chill.

The gold spiritual flower shot out densely packed golden threads, which wove into a large golden net cast towards the opposing side.

Booming sounds!

Waves of spiritual energy surged, and dust flew everywhere.

These attacks were easily nullified by the Core Formation half-demons. As they were about to make their next moves, the ground suddenly lit up with a dazzling yellow glow. A powerful gravitational force appeared out of nowhere, causing the four half-demons to uncontrollably plummet towards the ground. Sounds of wailing and howling filled the air as several massive ghostly claws suddenly materialized above their heads and quickly slammed down.

Several screams rang out as the bodies of the four half-demons gained several terrifying blood marks, enveloped by sinister energy, a truly horrific sight.

A loud whooshing sound heralded seven shimmering green flying swords as they suddenly encircled the four half-demons, spinning erratically, their shadows intertwining.

A clear clang of swords resounded, and countless green sword qi swept forth, striking towards the four half-demons.

A flash of green light, followed by a gentle breeze, signaled the sudden appearance of a middle-aged man with a pair of green feathered wings on his back before Wang Qingshan. The man's hands transformed into a pair of green eagle claws, savagely clawing at Wang Qingshan's crown.

From the ground, two gigantic yellow hands, several zhang in size, suddenly emerged, grabbing at Wang Qingshan's feet.

Wang Qingshan's right hand twitched, and a large swath of sharp green sword qi shot forth as he retreated.

The yellow hands grabbed empty air, and although the densely packed green sword qi struck the middle-aged man, it did not inflict much damage.

All nine green flying swords simultaneously emitted a green clang. A large swath of green sword qi flew out, transforming into a heaven-cleaving giant sword, over ten zhang long, which savagely cleaved towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man tried to dodge, but a large mass of black roots suddenly emerged from underground, entangling his feet.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He fiercely flapped the feathered wings on his back, sending countless green wind blades shooting forth. His hands clapped above his head, and two green eagle claws, several zhang in size, materialized out of thin air, rising to meet the attack.

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted as the heaven-cleaving giant sword, the densely packed green wind blades, and the two green eagle claws annihilated each other, releasing a powerful wave of spiritual energy.

Before the middle-aged man could catch his breath, a gigantic green sword dragon pounced before him.

"No..."

The middle-aged man let out a desperate cry as the green sword dragon pierced through his body, tearing him to shreds.

Densely packed green sword qi shot out from the nine green flying swords, overwhelmingly striking the other three half-demons.

Trapped by the sword formation, they had nowhere to escape. Their faces contorted in madness as their bodies suddenly swelled.

Wang Qingshan seemed to realize something and inwardly cursed. He quickly conjured a green shield, which expanded to block before him. The three Core Formation half-demons successively self-detonated, and a visible wave of energy rapidly swept outwards. The powerful energy wave kicked up vast amounts of weeds and dust, and three different colored spiritual lights engulfed Wang Qingshan's figure.

Not long after, the spiritual light dispersed. The green shield had vanished, leaving some wood splinters on the ground. A gigantic green net covered Wang Qingshan; the net, composed of countless green vines, was torn open on one side, revealing his figure. Wang Qingshan's body was enveloped in a faint golden glow, which was the defensive spiritual art 'Luminous Golden Body'.

If Liu Meier hadn't cast a defensive spiritual art to block most of the damage for him, Wang Qingshan would likely have met a grim fate.

He hadn't expected these half-demons to be so fierce. Seeing no escape from the sword formation, they self-detonated to harm their enemies. This suicidal combat style was something Wang Qingshan had never witnessed before.

Wang Qingshan stepped out of the green net and said to Liu Meier, "Thank you, Fairy Liu."

"For saving your life, shouldn't you be offering yourself in return, Fellow Daoist Wang?"

Liu Meier chuckled mischievously, gazing at Wang Qingshan with a face full of allure.

A deafening roar erupted as a gigantic silver sun suddenly lit up high in the sky. The silver sun illuminated the night as bright as day, visible for a hundred li around.

Wang Qingshan and the others were startled, instinctively looking up at the sky. The Nascent Soul cultivators were the main participants in this assault; if Fang Mu were to be defeated, they would likely have to flee.

Not long after, the silver sun dispersed. Fang Mu appeared, clad in dark battle armor with flickering runes on its surface, exuding formidable spiritual energy.

The middle-aged man stood before Fang Mu, his face full of shock. Fang Mu's right fist had struck the middle-aged man's chest.

"You dare engage me in close combat? You're asking for death."

Fang Mu sneered, a look of mockery on his face. A large gush of blood spurted from the middle-aged man's back as he flew backward, spitting blood profusely, his face filled with shock.

"Body... body cultivator!"

He had never imagined that Fang Mu cultivated both magic and body, and that his physical body was not much weaker than his own.

Fang Mu had deliberately revealed a weakness to the middle-aged man to lure him into close combat, then unleashed a powerful spiritual art, injuring him. Of course, Fang Mu also sustained minor injuries.

Fang Mu's expression turned cold, and he formed a hand seal. Six Core Formation refined corpses, covered in scars, pounced forward. The small zombie was the fastest, releasing densely packed black threads that overwhelmingly struck towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man dared not be negligent and quickly released a large swath of silver lightning, which easily severed the black threads.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qingshan and Liu Meier breathed a sigh of relief, and their fighting spirit surged.

Just then, a deafening roar erupted, and the ground shook violently.

Wang Qingshan and Liu Meier were startled and simultaneously looked towards the source of the sound.

Following their gaze, an even larger crimson mushroom cloud suddenly rose on the distant horizon. It was twice the size of the silver sun and extremely conspicuous.