Chapter 1319: Battle between late Nascent Soul cultivators (Please subscribe, please bookmark)
Cut the grass and root it out. Sun Mingsheng has a true understanding of this point, so he decisively made a seemingly cruel decision.
As a branch of the Baise Sect, with a mid-stage Yuanying Great Venerable sitting in charge, the strength of this Baise Sect monk located in the barren mountains is naturally not to be underestimated. The number of monks ranges from dozens to three or five hundred, but because of Sun Mingsheng's decision, they are about to lose their lives.
"Please rest assured, grandson will definitely not let go of any remnant of the Baise Sect"
Sun Huafeng did not resist this order at all. As a qualified Yuanying cultivator, although he has benefited from his own outstanding talent for refining weapons and has been trained by the family, compared with other cultivators, he has killed less, but due training is also indispensable. The scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood is naturally not rare, not to mention that this time he is to eliminate some potential disasters for the family.
For any Yuanying stage cultivator, the help from the outside world certainly accounts for a large proportion in his growth process, but the core is undoubtedly his own relatively solid cultivation and stable and unshakable Dao heart.
As for the hiding place of the remnant cultivators of Baise Sect, although it has not been exposed, it is quite easy to find. Under the guidance of the little water droplet, Sun Huafeng's figure directly rushed into a small river that was less than ten feet deep and three feet wide and disappeared.
After Sun Mingsheng, who was like the finale of the sea-suppressing needle, sent away all the willow leaves in the sky, he was like an old monk sitting still, as if waiting for some results that should have appeared. However, at present, the time and advantage were occupied by the Sun family, and he did not show any anxious look.
The escaped Baise Sect's Yuanying middle-stage great master was certainly not Sun Caiwu's opponent in a head-on fight, and the remaining remnants were not a threat to Sun Huafeng at all.
After Sun Huafeng killed all the low-level cultivators of Baise Sect and collected the spoils, he could naturally go to help Sun Caiwu.
"It is better to resolve a feud 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 kind and loving, saving a life is like building a seven-story pagoda?"
Sure enough, not long after Sun Huafeng disappeared, a female cultivator who was also at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul and looked cold and beautiful appeared from the air.
She had a delicate and exquisite figure, a cherry mouth, long flowing hair, and a special and rare cold expression, which showed an extra charm.
"Fellow Daoist, are you the current head of 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 when two young people with great potential in the family have given their lives in vain, wouldn't you be bullied by others?"
When this female cultivator of the same level appeared, Sun Mingsheng's eyes burst into a blazing light, showing his mood at the moment.
It's just that this so-called blazing light is not because of the beauty of the other party, but because he is more looking forward to the battle between the same level.
For Sun Mingsheng at this time, some natural treasures that assist in daily practice are of course extremely precious, but the effect of tempering between cultivators of the same level is not inferior at all.
"I am the head of Baise Sect. Baise Sect will certainly compensate for this misunderstanding. How about asking Brother Mingsheng to show mercy?"
Perhaps he has a clear understanding of his own strength, or perhaps he is unwilling to easily make enemies among the same level, so he is in a relatively disadvantageous position, and his words naturally carry the meaning of begging for understanding.
This kind of understanding in his words and his cold and arrogant expression have a natural impact, but it has no effect on Sun Mingsheng.
"We have always been backed by strength. This time, you and I 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 it? 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 state under the current situation, that is, to hone himself with the help of the other party's strength as an indispensable whetstone on the road of cultivation.
There are certainly quite a few Yuanying late-stage cultivators in the world of cultivation, but they are all busy with their own things, so they naturally cannot have direct exchanges on weekdays. Even the opportunity for two Yuanying late-stage cultivators to face each other is quite rare and scarce.
"I hope that fellow Daoist Mingsheng will keep his word. The winner will be the king and the loser will be the enemy."
The Eighth-level Yuanying Grand Venerable of Baise Sect is also a very decisive and decisive existence. Moreover, the strength between the two sides is similar, and there is no obvious gap, so there is naturally no way to retreat.
During the period of hiding, Baise Sect naturally had Yuanying stage Grand Venerables as leaders scattered in different positions, but as the head of the sect, he has an unshirkable responsibility when facing a strong enemy.
"We cultivators will naturally stick to our words, and please rest assured."
The goal was achieved, and Sun Mingsheng showed a look of joy on his face, and at the same time, he patted his chest for his promise and got effective recognition again.
"In that case, I won't be polite, and take my shot"
The head of the Baise Sect did not hesitate or be polite at all. He was well aware of the principle of striking first. A metal spear with complex patterns and flashing lightning suddenly appeared in his hand, turning into a silver-white stream of light. He shot it out, like a poisonous dragon coming out of a cave, and a silver python suddenly rose up and rushed straight to Sun Mingsheng's dantian abdomen.
At the same time, when the metal spear in front of him was approaching quickly to shorten the distance between the two sides, a bunch of white silver needles containing highly poisonous substances also burst out directly from some small openings that suddenly opened, forming a rain of needles that covered the sky, just like the legendary rain of pear blossom needles.
"Come on, Xuanyuan Turtle Shield, command"
Facing this crazy attack like a storm, Sun Mingsheng's face also became ugly at this moment, but the movement of his hands did not stop at all. This fourth-grade superior defensive fake spiritual treasure that had been cultivated for a long time in the dantian was like a trustworthy wall that firmly blocked him in front of him, allowing the wind and rain to blow without shaking at all.
The fourth-grade high-quality longbow also flashed with streams of light, and three arrows formed a "french" shape, sharp and sharp, and went straight to the head of the Baise Sect.
At this time, the most obvious threat to Sun Mingsheng must be the golden spear of the Baise Sect. The three arrows kept twisting as they moved forward, merging into one, connecting front and back, and directly colliding with the spear head-on. The two completely different forces suddenly collided and exploded. With the help of this force, the spear that was moving forward also paused.