Chapter 152: Chapter 57: Five Elements Magical Sword

The core of the Nine Deaths Yin Snake Skill lay in the Yin Snake Dharma Seed.

Once the Yin Snake Dharma Seed was planted in the body, Cultivation required no enlightenment. One simply had to hunt down Cultivators, place them in a Corpse Nurturing Ground to create and foster Death Qi, and then absorb that Death Qi to nurture the Nine Deaths Yin Serpent. After that, all its techniques would come as naturally as breathing, mastered without any need for study.

The Lengquan Three Friends only needed to cast their techniques through the Yin Snake Dharma Seed, and the Power they wielded was immense. Ordinary Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators were no match for them.

The old man’s eyes bulged wide as copper bells. With the protection of the Yin Snake Dharma Seed, their physical bodies were nearly on par with Demons of the same tier.

Though a sense of alarm had risen in his heart, he never would have imagined that Hua Doushu would be cut in half at the waist by a single sword strike, completely helpless to resist.

“A Sword Cultivator! You’re a Sword Cultivator!”

The old man cried out in shock.

Yang Jing held his Flying Sword, its Sword Gang radiating a chilling Yin Qi. This was the Autumn Begins Sword from the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Swordsmanship.

Back in the Qi Cultivation Stage, he had been able to instantly kill Cultivators at Qi Cultivation Perfection with this very sword move.

Yang Jing looked at the old man with great interest.

“You have quite the sharp Spiritual Sense, old man, to be able to detect my killing intent in advance.”

He was still using the Flying Sword he had obtained from a Tribulation Cultivator during his Qi Cultivation days. For one, Tier Two Flying Swords were expensive, ranking among the priciest of Tier Two Spiritual Artifacts, and they rarely circulated on the market.

After all, during the Qi Cultivation Stage, some Cultivators still harbored dreams of becoming a Sword Cultivator and would spend a fortune on a Flying Sword to comprehend the Realm of Refining Sword into Gang. By the Foundation Establishment Stage, however, very few Cultivators still delved into the path of the Sword Cultivator. The Refining of Flying Swords was inherently more difficult than that of ordinary Magical Artifacts, and the market was small, so Artifact Refiners who could forge a Tier Two Flying Sword were exceedingly rare.

Yang Jing drove his Flying Sword with Five Elements True Slaughter. With his current Magical Power, he could only execute seven strikes before his Five Elements True Slaughter was completely depleted, so there was no need to switch to a Tier Two Flying Sword.

“Die!”

The burly man among the Lengquan Three Friends let out a furious roar. A spectral, cold serpent shadow as thick as a water vat coiled out from his body and flew at Yang Jing, ready to devour him.

This was the ultimate move of the Nine Deaths Yin Snake Skill. In past battles, as long as they could unleash this Nine Deaths Yin Serpent, they were always victorious.

The serpent shadow was terrifyingly lifelike, every single one of its scales shimmering with a faint, jade-green light.

The moment the Yin Serpent appeared, a pillar of Yin Death Demonic Qi shot into the sky. All the Qi Cultivation Demon Cultivators present froze on the spot, their Divine Souls trembling and their bodies unable to move.

“So this is the Nine Deaths Yin Snake Skill? Turns out it’s nothing more than planting a Yin Death Demon Seed into a serpent’s egg. You lot are just Snake Slaves raising a Yin Death Demon for a Demon Sect.”

Yang Jing’s eyes flew open, and a flash of golden-green Divine Light passed through them. He had effortlessly seen through the Yin Serpent’s true nature.

The Yin Death Demon had a unique characteristic: when planted into an embryo, it would take it over like a possession, replacing the life within. If planted in a human fetus, it would become one of the Yin Dead People; if planted in a serpent fetus, it became a Yin Death Serpent.

Some Demon Cultivators would go to great lengths to find the eggs of powerful Demons, then use the All Heavens Secret Demon Register to summon a Yin Death Demon and plant it inside.

A Yin Death Demon nurtured this way was exceptionally formidable. It only required Death Qi for sustenance, making it far less difficult to raise than a normal Demon.

Among the Outer Celestial Demons, this Demon’s status was even higher than that of a Shadow Demon.

The fiend who had taught the Lengquan Three Friends the Nine Deaths Yin Snake Skill had truly taken the art of using Yin Death Demons to a new level. He had specifically created this Cultivation Technique to trick Independent Cultivators into raising Demons for him.

The Lengquan Three Friends had painstakingly accumulated Death Qi, only to have someone else reap all the benefits.

If a Yin Death Demon reached its complete form, it could effortlessly steal the Divine Soul of a Qi Cultivator with a single pulse of its Yin Death Demonic Qi. Even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s mind would be thrown into turmoil, their combat power drastically reduced. It would take three or four Foundation Establishment Cultivators working together to even stand a chance against it.

Yang Jing’s response was a blast of Sword Gang.

The blazing Bing Fire Sword Gang burned like a Great Sun, its dazzling light instantly illuminating the entire gloomy ravine as if it were broad daylight.

The Yin Death Demon let out a bloodcurdling shriek.

The Bing Fire Sword Gang shot straight into its serpentine mouth, pierced through its body, and exited from its back. Raging Demon-Slaying Bing Fire erupted from the gaps between the scales of its serpentine body.

The Yin Death Demon’s form instantly disintegrated, like frost melting under a scorching sun.

An ordinary Sword Gang could only cling to a Flying Sword. Even after reaching a high Realm of Cultivation, it could only be projected three or four feet.

Yang Jing’s ability to extend his Sword Gang for dozens of yards and pierce the Yin Death Demon with a single strike was all thanks to his Five Elements Magical Sword Talent.

With the Five Elements Magical Sword Talent, he could project Sword Gang using only his Magical Power. He could even condense his Magical Power into a Flying Sword with might no less than a Tier One Flying Sword. The only downside was its much poorer material quality, making it easy to shatter in a direct collision.

This Talent meant Yang Jing had no need to bond his life with his Flying Sword like an ordinary Sword Cultivator, whose Power would be crippled if their sword was destroyed.

“Pain! Pain! PAIN! It’s killing me!”

With the Yin Death Demon slain, the burly man let out an inhuman scream of agony. The excruciating pain originated from the depths of his soul, and blood began to gush from his seven orifices. After rolling on the ground a few times, he went completely still.

Only after the Yin Death Demon died did the Demon Cultivators below the high platform snap out of their stupor as if waking from a dream. Seeing the miserable state of the Lengquan Three Friends, they immediately prepared to scatter and flee.

However, the four Children who had come with Yang Jing had already taken up positions at the four corners of the ravine, blocking their escape routes.

Iron Head took a ten-foot-long Big Spear from his Storage Bag.

This spear was not forged from a Three Corpses Bone Demon Spine. Ji Feng wasn’t yet confident in her ability to successfully refine a Tier Two Spiritual Artifact, so she had opted to use Profound Gold mixed with other precious Spiritual Materials to refine this Tier Two Long Spear.

The Big Spear weighed 480 jin and gleamed with a brilliant golden light. It was engraved with the image of a soaring phoenix. The blade was two feet long, and where it met the shaft, a pair of half-foot-long phoenix wings jutted out like short swords.

The sight of Iron Head’s small frame holding such a massive Big Spear was rather comical.

The Demon Cultivators charging in his direction paid him no mind. One with horns sprouting from his head threw his whole body at Iron Head, intending to smash the ridiculous little Child into a bloody pulp.

The next moment, he heard the whistling of the wind as his entire body went light and soared into the air.

The Demon Cultivator hadn’t even processed what was happening to him, but the people behind him were already scared out of their wits.

They only saw Iron Head swing his Big Spear. Before they could even get a clear look at the spear’s afterimage, the horned Demon Cultivator’s body was torn to shreds, his head sent flying high into the air by the force of the wind from the spear.

A shower of foul-smelling blood sprayed across the faces of the Demon Cultivators behind him.

“Retreat! Retreat! Fall back!”

But it was too late for the Demon Cultivators to retreat.

Iron Head charged forward, spear leading the way. The nearly 500-jin Big Spear felt as light as a reed in his hands, and the Demon Cultivators were cut down like straw before its blade.

Even an accidental graze from the spear’s blade was enough to instantly rip a body apart.

One Demon Cultivator activated a Defensive Spiritual Artifact to block, only to be pierced through—Artifact and all—and skewered on the spear’s blade.

On another side, Five-Colored Flying Swords circled around Yinjiao. An ordinary Sword Cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage would find it difficult to control five Flying Swords at once, but for Yinjiao, who possessed the Five Elements Magical Sword Talent, it was child’s play.

This was because the Flying Swords were condensed from his own Magical Power, and he could control them as easily as his own limbs.

The somewhat ethereal Flying Swords plunged into the group of Demon Cultivators, instantly becoming a meat grinder that stirred up a storm of blood and gore.

The Flying Swords condensed from Magical Power couldn’t break through a Defensive Spiritual Artifact head-on, but they were incredibly agile. Four swords would fire in a volley to scatter the Magical Power of a Defensive Spirit Light, and then the final sword would strike at a weak point, claiming its target’s life.

The Demon Cultivators present were slaughtered and terrified out of their minds, wishing their parents had given them two more legs to run with.

“Among the four, that young girl is the weakest! We’ll charge in her direction!”

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