My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 559 - 199: Sealing Langju

The High Priest of the Witch God Sect, with mana flowing in his pupils, saw through the cultivation level of the person before him.

First Realm, Perfection of Transcendence.

According to previous intelligence, this person should have been at the Mid-stage Transcendent. Yet, he had managed to break through to the Late-stage Transcendent in such a short ti, a feat astonishing even among martial cultivators in the Cultivation World.

Fortunately, he hadn't reached the Second Realm.

That is to say,

he was still equivalent to the Qi Refining Middle Stage, not his match.

Seeing this,

the High Priest of the Witch God Sect breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Previously,

he had to maintain the formation.

Unable to leave the altar within three paces, otherwise, he would have taken action personally long ago.

But since the opponent had co to him, there was nothing more to say.

"Buzz—"

Watching as the other person got closer and closer to the altar,

a sinister red pattern erged above the brows of the High Priest of the Witch God Sect. Then, a red light burst forth, hovering in front of him, exuding powerful mana.

It was a dagger.

But not forged of tal.

Rather, it was carved from ghastly white bone.

The bone knife had a hollow middle, its surface engraved with ancient script resembling patterns.

The characters on it lit up one after another, until the bone knife was filled, making it glimr brilliantly. Waving with mana, it buzzed continuously. From a distance, several Great Khans could feel the chilling intent it contained.

This bone knife

was the lifebound magical artifact of the High Priest of the Witch God Sect!

Enough to kill a martial cultivator at the Perfection of Transcendence!

He watched the white-robed figure rushing towards the altar, slightly narrowing his eyes, and comnced sealing.

Eighty paces!

Sixty paces!

Chen Sansi's speed increased more and more, from brisk walking to a frenzied sprint, and from the sprint, he turned completely into an afterimage. With each step forward, his unrivaled war intent would elevate a bit further, and the accumulation of his True Qi would deepen further.

[Unrivaled]

[Qi Accumulation]

[Vajra Body]

[Mixed Elent Body Protection]

[True Dragon Energy]

and more.

At that mont, piled to the peak!

The white robe approached the altar and with a jump rged with the Li Quan Spear, his True Qi surging under him, parted the layers of black fog, repelled the rolling red light, and a True Dragon descended from the Heavenly Do.

Instantly,

The flow of ti,

abruptly slowed down.

Just a little more!

Just a tiny bit more!

In the Cultivation World,

a single realm often took years or even decades to cultivate, not to ntion the accumulation of experience. If one could easily overco realms and kill enemies, wouldn't all those years of cultivation be in vain?

And though magic cultivators have fragile bodies, the lethal moves they unleash are not the slightest bit weaker than those of physical cultivators.

Even with [Qi Accumulation] till now,

plus the layered war intent from slaying ten thousand n, it was still just a bit short.

"Buzz—"

Above the altar,

The High Priest of the Witch God Sect also completed his sealing.

The bone knife burst forth, transforming into a crimson teor, smashing towards the True Dragon flying from the Heavenly Do.

Even at this mont!

The mana fluctuation of this crimson teor was still slightly stronger than that of the True Dragon.

Just at the very last mont.

"Hongze Camp!"

"Great Snow Dragon Riders!"

"Support the formation—"

Wang Zhi rode the Black Wind Horse, leading the last of the Hongze Camp soldiers, maintaining the Heavenly Gate Formation of the Great Snow Dragon Riders, and charged up the peaks of Langjuxu Mountain in the Yin Mountain Range.

Within the formation.

At the Dragon Head position.

He returned to his white robe.

Threads of White Xuan Qi fortified the fabric of the white robe.

The Heavenly Book Array offered enhancent to everyone in the formation.

Though individually small, the effects were indeed present.

Not to ntion the white robe, who was the Dragon Head, their Array Eye!

"Boom—"

With the enhancent of Mystical Energy.

The surface of the True Dragon ford by the Li Quan Spear was covered with an additional layer of frost, and the burst of True Qi at that mont, finally slightly surpassed the white daggers in the red cot.

In the pupils of the High Priest of the Witch God Sect, an image reflected.

The True Dragon swallowed the cot.

And then it rapidly enlarged in his eyes until it obscured all vision, blocking out the entire Heavenly Do.

...

You State.

After the Ancient Demon Cultivator Wen Ji took action personally.

Lv Ji and the others could no longer advance a single step.

Clearly, the altar was within reach!

Yet what was within reach seed as distant as the ends of the earth!

"Boom—"

Following another bout of magical combat.

Lv Ji once again crashed down, with blood streaking from his mouth, kneeling on one knee on the ground, unable to rise for a long ti, breathing heavily, exhaling dense mists of blood from his mouth and nose, even his right hand clutching the Heavenly Halberd trembling uncontrollably.

"Bang—"

Pei Tiannan and Fan Hailing.

Similarly, after being surrounded and attacked by several Martial Saints and Cultivators, they were severely injured and fell to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Fan Hailing lay on the ground, desperately trying to pick up the Mo Blade that had fallen in front of him, each movent causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, and just as he was about to touch the Weapon, a barbarian Martial Saint kicked him away like one kicks a ball.

Pei Tiannan was covered in injuries, leaning against a tree trunk, completely incapable of fighting back.

In front of him.

Two barbarian Martial Saints ca at him with weapons.

"Hehe..."

Nie Yuan, the third senior brother, with several arrows stuck in his chest, was breathing his last.

"Little three!"

Seeing this.

Lv Ji sohow mustered so strength, abruptly standing to save his junior brother.

"Whirr—"

At this mont.

A red light struck.

Knocking Lv Ji down again.

In midair.

Demon Cultivator Wen Ji withdrew his flying sword, his gaze ice-cold, "You better, take care of yourself first."

As he spoke.

The flying sword in front of him split from one into two, two into four, four into eight, a total of eight red lights slowly unfolded, aiming at the severely damaged ground.

"Monster!"

Lv Ji, seeing his soon-to-be-slain junior brother, along with the injured Pei Tiannan and Fan Hailing and the corpses of the Beiliang Army soldiers scattered everywhere, felt waves of bitterness surge up relentlessly.