Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 1319: The Battle between the Late Nascent Soul Cultivators (Please subscribe, please bookmark)
Sun Mingsheng had a clear understanding of the need to eradicate the evil completely, so he decisively made a decision that seemed extremely cruel.

As a branch of the Baise Sect, with a great master in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul sitting in charge, the strength of this branch of the Baise Sect located in the Desolate Mountain Range is naturally not to be underestimated. The number of cultivators ranges from dozens to three to five hundred, but because of a decision made by Sun Mingsheng, they are about to lose their lives.

"Please rest assured, my grandson will not let any of the remnants of the Baise Sect go."

Sun Huafeng did not resist this order at all. As a qualified Nascent Soul cultivator, although he had benefited from his outstanding talent in refining equipment and was thus trained by his family, and had killed less people than other cultivators, proper training was also indispensable. Naturally, he had seen many scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, not to mention that this time he was trying to eliminate some potential dangers for the family.

For any cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, during their growth process, assistance from the outside world certainly accounts for a large proportion, but the core must undoubtedly be their own relatively solid cultivation and stable and unshakable Tao heart.

As for the hiding place of the remnant monks of the Baise Sect, although it has not been exposed, it is quite easy to find. Under the guidance of the little water drop man, Sun Huafeng's figure directly dived into a small river that was less than ten feet deep and three feet wide and disappeared.

Sun Mingsheng, who was like the ultimate magic needle to stabilize the sea, after sending away all the willow leaves in the sky, stood still like an old monk sitting in meditation, as if waiting for some results that should have appeared. However, at present, time and advantage were occupied by the Sun family, so he did not show any anxious expression.

The Baise Sect's middle-stage Nascent Soul master who had already escaped would certainly not be a match for Sun Caiwu in a head-on fight. As for the remaining remnants, they posed no threat to Sun Huafeng at all.

After Sun Huafeng has killed all the low-level monks of the Baise Sect and collected the spoils, he can naturally go to help Sun Caiwu.

"It is better to resolve an embarrassment than to create one. Fellow Daoist Mingsheng is also a well-known and powerful figure in the cultivation world. Why bother with these juniors? Haven't you heard that God is merciful and that saving a life is like building a seven-story pagoda?"

As expected, not long after Sun Huafeng's figure disappeared, a female cultivator who was also at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul and had a cold and beautiful appearance appeared from the air.

She has a petite figure, a small cherry mouth, long flowing hair, and a special and rare cool expression, which shows an extra charm.

"Fellow Daoist, are you the current head of the Baise Sect? This incident was not instigated by the Sun family. I have always been kind to others, but I am not someone who will be bullied. If you still don't dare to seek revenge after two young people with great potential in your family have lost their lives in vain, aren't you allowing others to bully you?"

When this female cultivator of the same level appeared, a scorching light burst out from Sun Mingsheng's eyes, fully displaying his feelings at the moment.

However, this so-called passion was not because he was overwhelmed by the beauty of the other person, but because he was looking forward to the upcoming battle between people of the same level.

For Sun Mingsheng at this time, some natural treasures that assist in daily practice are certainly extremely precious, but the effect of training between cultivators of the same level is no less impressive.

"I am the head of the Baise Sect. As for this misunderstanding, the Baise Sect will certainly make compensation. How about asking Brother Mingsheng to show some mercy?"

Perhaps he has a clear understanding of his own strength, or perhaps he is unwilling to easily make enemies among people of the same level, so he is in a relatively disadvantageous position, and his words naturally contain a plea for understanding.

The understanding in his words and his cold and arrogant expression had a natural impact, but it had no effect on Sun Mingsheng. "We have always relied on strength. This time, we will fight. If you win, all the previous conflicts will be resolved. If I win by chance, you will not participate in the follow-up here. How about that? In addition, you need to present a fourth-level high-quality spiritual object as compensation."

Sun Mingsheng was naturally unwilling to let go, so he proposed a seemingly fair but urgently needed situation under the current circumstances, that is, to use the other party's strength to hone himself, as an indispensable whetstone on the road of cultivation.

There are certainly quite a few cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage in the world of cultivation, but they are all busy with their own things and naturally cannot have direct exchanges on weekdays. Even the opportunity for two cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage to have direct contact is quite rare.

"I hope that fellow Taoist Mingsheng will keep his word. The winner will be the king and the loser will be the enemy."

The eighth-level Nascent Soul Grand Master of the Baise Sect is also a very decisive and ruthless person. Moreover, the strength of the two sides is similar and there is not too obvious gap between them, so naturally there is no way for them to retreat.

During the period of hiding, the Baise Sect naturally had a number of Nascent Soul Stage great masters as their leaders scattered in different positions, but as the sect leader, he ultimately had an unshirkable responsibility when facing a strong enemy.

"As monks, we will stick to our words, so please rest assured."

Having achieved his goal, Sun Mingsheng showed a look of joy on his face, and at the same time he patted his chest and felt that his promise had been effectively recognized again.

"In that case, I won't be polite. Take my shot."

The leader of the Baise Sect did not show any hesitation or politeness. He was well aware of the principle of striking first to gain the upper hand. Suddenly, a metal spear with complex carvings and flashing lightning appeared in his hand. It turned into a silver-white stream of light. He fired the spear, and it was like a poisonous dragon coming out of a cave. A silver python suddenly rose up and went straight to Sun Mingsheng's dantian abdomen.

At the same time, as the metal spears in front of them were rapidly approaching to shorten the distance between the two sides, white silver needles containing a strong poison shot out directly from some suddenly opened small openings, forming an overwhelming rain of needles, just like the legendary rain of pear blossom needles.

"Well done, Xuanyuan Turtle Shield, command."

Faced with this crazy attack like a storm, Sun Mingsheng's face turned ugly at this moment, but the movements of his hands never stopped. This fourth-grade top-grade defensive fake spiritual treasure that had been cultivated in his Dantian Yuanying for a long time was like a trustworthy wall that firmly blocked in front of him, and it did not waver in the wind and rain.

There were also flashes of light on the fourth-grade high-quality longbow, and three arrows formed a V-shape, sharp and pointed, flying straight towards the leader of the Baise Sect.

At this moment, there is no doubt that the most obvious threat to Sun Mingsheng must be the golden spear of the Grand Master of the Baise Sect. The three arrows kept twisting as they moved forward, merging into one, connecting front to back, and colliding head-on with the spear. The two completely different forces suddenly collided and exploded, and with the help of this force, the spear, which was moving forward without stopping, also stopped.

(End of this chapter)