The man heard Mo Zi Chen's words, opened his eyes and shook his head: "Still far from it."
Mo Zi Chen took a deep breath: "You've already swallowed the Jade Seal, but you're still far from it?"
The man said, "This piece is still not a middle-grade spirit stone, it can only barely nourish my dantian and accumulate some spirit stones. However..." He stood up, proudly saying, "It's enough to let me launch one strike!"
Mo Zi Chen couldn't help but let out a big sigh, feeling somewhat weak as he sat down on the ground, waving his hand downwards. "There are so many people below, several thousand of them, ah! Except for that old Daoist, the rest, even if they were just chickens, you'd still have to spend some time killing them with your knife, don't you think? I see that you haven't even finished killing all of them yet, but instead, you're going to exhaust yourself to death first."
At this moment, she saw the soldiers below, suddenly moving in unison, originally scattered like ants among the mountains, but now forming a line and advancing in several columns, coming from the direction of the mountain peak where they were standing. She couldn't help but cry out: "They're going to attack!"
The man, however, was completely indifferent to the commotion below. A faint smile played on his lips, and his eyes seemed to hold a hint of amusement, with a subtle undercurrent of disdain that Mo Zi Chen could see all too clearly. She stood up, her face flushing bright red, but before she could say anything, the man had already said calmly, "Then take a look, this is what they call the Xian family's methods!"
He stood with one foot in front and the other behind, forming a "T" shape. A majestic aura suddenly appeared, and his white robe fluttered without wind, rustling softly. His left hand was stretched out flat, and on the palm of his hand, a pale yellow paper about half the size of a palm was suspended. Purple gas swirled around it, shining brightly in all directions.
Mo Zi Chen involuntarily covered his eyes with his hand, feeling as if his own eyes were about to be pierced by that dazzling light. At this moment, the man had already shouted: "Yun Lai!"
As he let out a loud shout, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and a patch of dark clouds emerged from somewhere, quietly covering the sky.
Dark clouds are rolling in, covering half of the sky and blocking out most of the sunlight. A low rumble of thunder can be heard within the clouds, a dull hum that resonates through the air.
Those three thousand imperial guards, although they all came from military backgrounds and had hearts as firm as iron stones, couldn't help but feel some trepidation when they saw the extraordinary phenomenon, stopping in their tracks and looking up.
Gao Hu's loud voice shouted: "What are you standing there for, hurry up and charge!"
Three thousand iron riders thundered in unison: "Yes!" They whipped their horses and charged towards the top of the mountain.
But Zhang Jian, who was originally standing in the air, remained silent at this time. When the thunderous sound started, he, who had been cultivating for a hundred years and had a heart as still as water, had an unstoppable palpitation, as if disaster was about to strike.
"This place was originally deep in the mountains, and even if the weather changes, it's still unusual..."
But Mo Zi Chen, standing at the top of the mountain, was shocked and covered her mouth with force, so as not to scream out loud.
She stood on the hundred-foot mountain peak, and naturally could see that dark clouds were pressing down on the city, with thick black clouds right under her feet. At this time, she could clearly see that above the cloud layer, there were countless lightning bolts, like golden snakes dancing wildly, flying up and rising.
At this time, a flash of inspiration occurred in Zhang Jian's mind. He finally thought of it - this somewhat familiar scene was the Five Thunder Heaven Seal Technique! His body moved like lightning and he was about to rush far away instantly.
The man's mouth corners slightly curved upwards, his hands formed a seal, pointing towards the thick clouds above, shouting: "Thunder comes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud thunder suddenly came from the sky, countless purple electricity and golden light quickly gathered in the air, a dazzling flash of lightning, like a dragon, broke through the fog, and the originally dark sky suddenly became bright as day.
Everyone was petrified, standing still in their tracks, lifting their heads to gaze up at the sky, only to see a dazzlingly bright white light that grew increasingly brighter, filling their eyes.
This was their last glimpse of each other in this world.
Mo Zi Chen stared blankly, a silver arc of light burst from the center of the thunder and lightning, then expanded towards the distance and slowly dissipated. At this time, the cloud layer also slowly dispersed, revealing the dazzling sun on top.
Mo Zi Chen was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, realizing that he was still in the mortal world. Subconsciously, he bent down and vomited loudly.
Under the mountain peak, stood three thousand corpses, each maintaining their pre-mortem shape, but all had turned a dark charcoal color, like burnt wood.
Until then, Zhang Jian's body suddenly fell from mid-air with a "pop" sound. In an instant, it was blown away by the wind and turned into flying ash. The real bones were gone.
The last words Mo Zi Chen heard were ringing in her ears.
This is truly the divine art of the immortal!
In the midst of laughter and conversation, the strong oars stir up a whirlwind of smoke that suddenly vanishes!
At first, Mo Zi Chen didn't think that the man she had saved was particularly formidable. In fact, he seemed to be in a similar predicament as herself, being chased around by others. Although he claimed to be an immortal and could indeed fly through the air, when they first met, it was Mo Zi Chen who had helped him out. Therefore, Mo Zi Chen didn't think of him as someone superior.
But now she realized that she and the man in front of her were worlds apart!
So this is the real Xianjia's method.
At this moment, she was completely stunned by the scene in front of her and remained speechless for a long time.
Everything that happened before her eyes had subverted her cognition. It was as if a new door had suddenly opened in front of her, making her realize that this world was far more rich and colorful than she had imagined.
It was now close to sunset, the sun in the west gradually declining, hiding behind the mountains after half, reflecting the evening glow on the horizon, illuminating half of the sky like a fire.
This country was destroyed and her family was broken, a lonely girl, at this moment, silently made a decision in her heart that would change her fate.
She turned her head and firmly said to the man: "I also want to cultivate immortality!"
In front of me, there was only the soft sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and no response at all.
Mo Zi Chen lowered his head and looked down, unable to help but loudly exclaim: "Hey, how did you faint again?"
The sun slowly sank down, until it rose again, blown away by the mountain wind overnight. By the time the dawn broke, the thousands of charred bodies that had been chopped up earlier had all turned to dust and scattered. The mountains were quiet and deserted, with only occasional bird calls echoing through the air.
At this time, a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old slowly walked out from the distant bush. The look of horror on his face has not faded yet. He stared blankly at his surroundings, unable to help himself.
The thunderbolt that struck yesterday left an indelible mark in his heart.
He stared blankly for a moment, looking around as if to find some clue, but in vain. Suddenly, a joyful expression appeared on his face. From the crevices of the rocks on the ground, he picked up a bright red dan bead. He didn't know what treasure this was either, and holding it in his hand, he quickly ran out of the mountain.
He also made his own voice in his heart: I want to become an immortal too!
