Chapter 2889: Siege

now. However, finding out is better than not finding out at all.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!"Ghostfire Realperson, that sect, isn't it only cultivators at the Nas..."The last battle with the Buddhist sect was partly due to you. It's better to strike now than wait for a better day. Old grudges and new ones, let's settle them all today." With Lu Xia Tian's current strength of his soul, he could naturally feel the pressure from the opponent in terms of realm. However, the spatial divine ability could change his disadvantage in realm to some extent.

Whether it's him or the Primordial Sword Demon, their strength is unattainable for other cultivators in this realm. To a certain extent, both of their powers have reached the pinnacle of this world. With all their might, even the space of this world would be turbulent. Over time, that fluctuation of spatial power could be used by Lu Xia Tian.

Moreover, there were cultivators like Qin Cheng and Dongfang Yi by his side. The power of space flowed continuously. In this situation, it was most advantageous for Lu Xia Tian. Even though the encounter with Yuan Shi Jian Mo was somewhat sudden and he hadn't had much time to prepare, Lu Xia Tian would never miss such a good opportunity.

Xiang Qingcheng extended her hand, and the vast Jianhe surged towards the flying sword in the void. Even though Yuanshi Jianmo's mastery of the sword path had reached an inconceivable level, leaving Xiang Qingcheng feeling ashamed of herself, this did not diminish her fighting spirit. Cultivators, defying heaven to fight for luck, would never easily surrender to the enemy or difficulties before them. Even encountering a powerful swordsman like Yuanshi Jianmo was, for Xiang Qingcheng, an immense opportunity to spar with him.

"Haha, this old man hates being backstabbed the most. You tricked me into that ghost space for almost a thousand years! How can this old man become a powerful demon lord if I don't avenge this grudge!" The Heavenly Demon Monarch held out his palm, and several clumps of demonic clouds accumulated into a hammer, smashing towards the flying sword in mid-air.

Several attacks from powerful Nascent Soul cultivators came one after another. The flying swords in the void, like glass, shattered instantly. At the same time, a bad thought arose in the minds of several Nascent Soul cultivators.

Before everyone could even fear, a flying sword appeared out of thin air without warning and slashed towards the Heavenly Demon Lord.

The Heavenly Demon Lord was startled, but he hadn't expected that even with the combined efforts of these Great Ascension cultivators, they were still unable to encircle the Primal Beginning Sword Demon.

The Primordial Sword Demon could easily deflect attacks from others, focusing the attention on himself. Even with his own might, he was impossible to stop single-handedly. If reinforcements couldn't arrive in time, he would be badly injured if not killed outright. If the enemy attacked a couple more times, after barely escaping that ghostly space, it was quite possible that he would perish before he could even enjoy any peace and quiet.

Even the Heavenly Demon Monarch dared not clash with the Primordial Sword Demon. He sought no glory, only to avoid disgrace. With both palms thrust forward, he unleashed a cyan-black barrier. The opposing sword blade, like a knife through mud, pierced into it. Though its progress was slightly hindered, it still sent chills down the Heavenly Demon Monarch's spine.

As the black-green barrier was about to be overwhelmed, the Heavenly Demon Lord had prepared himself for injury. A figure appeared out of thin air, standing in front of the Heavenly Demon Lord and with a single slap, the power of blood surged, forcing the sword back.

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At the same time, in the Spirit Suppression Pagoda, the three-headed and six-armed Flame Demon joined forces to attack. They didn't give the Primordial Sword Demon any chance to breathe.

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The Heavenly Demon Lord secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that even if he himself escaped his predicament, and had lost his greatest value to Lu Xiaoteng, Lu Xiaoteng still did not intend to treat him as abandoned.

In the eyes of the Heavenly Demon Lord, although he had a way to smuggle into the fairy world with the help of the Boundary Heaven Stone, for someone as capable as Lu Xia Tian, it would be more straightforward to ascend to the fairy world through normal means. This smuggling method wouldn't hold much significance for Lu Xia Tian. Of course, perhaps Lu Xia Tian was naturally cautious, and even a one in ten thousand chance required him to keep this option available for later. However, regardless of his reasons, as long as Lu Xia Tian didn't treat him as a pawn, their relationship would be rock solid.

The flying sword, obstructed by Lu Xia Tian, was furious beyond measure. After its blade was forced back, it rose high once more, transforming into a colossal sword that slashed down from the heavens. At the same time, several beams of sword light were sent out to block the attacks of Xiang Qing Cheng and Dong Fang Yi.

Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hands, and when he closed them again, a vortex formed by spatial energy in his hand grasped the falling sword edge. This small vortex was mixed with terrifying tearing and squeezing forces.

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The sword tip was blocked by this small vortex on the ground, and it could not advance an inch. Even in this stalemate, the consumption was enormous.

Yuan Shi Jian Mo snorted coldly and immediately withdrew, leaving only a sword shadow being torn apart by the small vortex.

Lu Xiaotien's plan failed, and his heart sank. Even with the Kongtian Ding integrated into the Qingguo Barrier, he was in a precarious situation. His ability to utilize spatial power primarily stemmed from the fluctuations of the surrounding space. Without those natural waves, he wouldn't be able to maintain it for long. The current siege by so many Mahayana cultivators against Yuan Shi Jian Mo was unprecedented. The scale of this battle surpassed even the one against the Buddhist monks all those years ago.

In this situation, Lu Xia Tian naturally wouldn't worry about not being able to borrow the power of space. However, using this spatial power also had its consumption, especially in terms of divine consciousness, which was even greater than mana. Thankfully, Lu Xia Tian's Yuanshen was strong enough that he could fight against this Primordial Sword Demon for a while without any worries. However, the strength of this Primordial Sword Demon was also beyond ordinary comprehension.

Only through fighting can we know who has the endurance to last longer.

However, no matter what, this was already the best situation Lu Xiaoteng had. He wouldn't give up this battle just because there were some variables. Between him and Yuanshi Jianmo, one of them would have to fall.

Lu Xiaoteng raised his left hand, the Fangtian painting halberd slashing down through the air, colliding with the oncoming sword glow. Wherever the Fangtian painting halberd passed, mountains rose and rivers surged, winds and clouds swirling in its wake. The sword glow ripped through the landscape, causing mountains to collapse, land to sink, and rivers to flow backwards. Three-headed, six-armed flame men crossed mountains and rivers, vying for dominance with swords of varying sizes over the land.

The Seven Pagoda Unification Demonic Suppression Tower sometimes suppressed sword energy with its tower body, and at other times transformed into a Buddha form manifested from Lu Xia Tian's original shape, stepping through the void, each step bringing forth a lotus flower. With a wave of his palm, ten thousand seals evolved.

At this time, Lu Xia Tian and Yuan Shi Jian Mo were engaged in a fierce battle. To such an extent that they did not even need other Mahayana cultivators, the very space around them began to tremble.

"Amitabha Buddha, the karmic ties between the Buddhist Sect and the primordial sword demon Yuan Shi must also be resolved. Understand, my disciple, if this old monk fails to return, the Buddhist Sect will be entrusted to you in the future." Kong'e clasped his hands together and said.

“Master Uncle, rest assured, disciple will surely guard the Fa Zong sect. This town-guarding puppet, Master Uncle, you take it with us.” Ming Yi nodded, and the large-cultivation realm monk puppet’s expressionless figure flashed, coming to Kong E’s side.

"Fine." Kong's eyebrows flew up, his wide robes billowing in the air as he stepped on clouds and departed. His staff, like a mountain, struck the flying swords in the void, followed closely by the puppet of the mighty Mahayana monk, also joining the battle.

>a gentle breeze. A fierce battle ensued between the light beams and the ice sculpture. At some point, a beam shot towards Bei Chen Yue. Despite knowing that Bei Chen Yue's strength was likely greater...