The Eternal Soaring Sword

Chapter 29 - The Unmarked Grave

The scenery on both sides continued to change as Zhao Jiuge ran as fast as he could use the remaining spirit power. A faint gold-colored blood seeped out from the wound left behind by Xiao Yun from time to time. However, Zhao Jiuge was completely immersed in his memories, so he did not notice it.

He was thinking about the beautiful Mo Lingers and Mo's mansion, which had given him a warm feeling in his heart, but now everything was destroyed by Liu Feng. Zhao Jiuge's hatred increased—he swore that once his cultivation was strong enough, he would flatten the Flowing Cloud Sect.

As it sank into his memories, Zhao Jiuge suddenly felt an aura chasing after him. He turned around to look at the people in light blood-colored armor and his eyes narrowed. It was the people from the Xiao family.

Seven figures moved in a grand dipper formation, and their auras became one. Zhao Jiuge was secretly shocked and wondered if this was the Seven Star Blood Devil Formation that Xiao Yi shouted. He started cycling with the remaining little spirit power he had as they caught up.

He stopped and looked at the people who were chasing him. When the seven of them saw Zhao Jiuge stop, they were shocked but also stopped, still maintaining the large dipper formation. Each of them were in the Blood Movement Realm, but there was also a hint of bloody aura around them. Zhao Jiuge was curious and surprised. The two sides just stared at each other.

The person in the lead had a healthy body and his complexion was rather dark. His brows were sharp like swords and his gaze was locked on the young man before him. Although this young man was young, no one would underestimate him after his previous appearance.

"Go!" the leader of the group roared. When he saw the wound on Zhao Jiuge's chest, he decided to act without delay. Although the enemy was in the Spirit Transformation Realm, his leader was also very confident in himself and the people he was with. The Seven Star Blood Devil Formation allowed for attacks and defense and also combined the spirit power of seven people into one. It also contained a hint of bloody aura, making their spirit power even more dangerous. The seven of them had also worked together for several years, so they had good teamwork.

As the word echoed, seven figures began rushing towards Zhao Jiuge. The blood red spirit lights of the seven of them connected together, creating this bloody aura. Their auras surged and the pressure they created was no less than Zhao Jiuge's Spirit Transformation Realm.

Zhao Jiuge snorted coldly. He did not hesitate to turn around and take the blue long sword behind his back. He attacked the person in front, the little spirit power he left behind surged into his sword. He had held back his anger from being chased by Liu Feng, and now was the perfect time for him to vent. He couldn't believe he couldn't handle these people.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The collision of treasures resounded as Zhao Jiuge rushed past the seven people with a blue long sword. He was not careless this time—dia carefully watched these seven people.

During that brief conversation, Zhao Jiuge discovered that when they used the Seven Star Blood Devil Formation, not only was their spirit power no weaker than his, but the aura of blood was bothering him. He had to divide some focus to deal with it, which made the situation he thought he could resolve easily troublesome. 

He took a deep breath and no longer hesitated, as he could not let this last for long. He revealed an expression of determination and his spirit power surged into the blue long sword. The sword hummed as if it could not withstand the pressure, and several dazzling beams of sword light appeared.

A ray of sword light flew through the air like a rainbow towards the seven people. The person in front formed a seal and the spirit power of the seven people surged forward like a fountain towards the man in front. The spirit power of the seven people formed a blood-colored shield in front of them.

The blood-colored shield became denser as more spirit power was injected. It became even more bright red, as if it was bleeding. Finally, even the pattern on the shield can be clearly seen—it is a strange pattern. There was an aura of killing intent around the shield, making it look even more ferocious.

The pale blue radiance from the sword light collided with the blood-colored shield and several explosions resounded. The blood-colored shield remained and only became slightly dim. The rays of sword light all collapsed from the collision. The man in front was calm—there was no change to his expression.

Zhao Jiuge was shocked and shocked by the mysteries of the formation. This was his first time facing a formation, and it was a good lesson for him. The world is truly amazing.

A sense of danger surfaced in Zhao Jiuge's heart. He felt that this attack was stronger than before. Inevitably he felt angry at his own lack of strength and did not study well—without a teacher was not a good thing. Right now, with his lack of spirit power, running was not a good idea, and not running was also not a good idea.

Neither side noticed a young girl in black standing on a tree not far away. The girl looked at Zhao Jiuge and dissatisfiedly muttered, "A complete block of wood, very stupid." At the same time, there was an expression of disdain on her delicate face.

A terrifying aura spread out, creating ripples in the air. Zhao Jiuge felt the air tighten along with the faint smell of blood, and even the skin on his body was amused. This was the second time he had this feeling! Zhao Jiuge could no longer care about the others, so he exerted his remaining spirit power into his dantian to awaken the golden dragon!

The fluctuations in the air increased and the smell of blood became stronger. The seven of them continued to form marks and inject their spirit power, creating blood-colored lions in the air. It was very lively and almost seemed real. The biggest advantage of the formation was that it allowed many people to fuse their spirit power, making them stronger. Also, different formations had different effects.

The blood-colored lion's eyes were closed and his hair even moved in the wind. When Zhao Jiuge saw the blood-colored lion, he felt like he was sitting on a needle as the sense of danger in his heart grew stronger. Just as a blood-colored lion appeared, Zhao Jiuge saw with certainty this time that the smiling buddha in his dantain opened his eyes, causing his almost dry spirit power to move. After some spirit power came out from the laughing buddha, he closed his eyes once more.

The seven people completed their seals and let out a collective roar. The blood-colored lion slowly opened its eyes, revealing its red eyes and terrifying aura. It suddenly roared as if showing off its power.

At the same time, the golden dragon in Zhao Jiuge's body seemed to have a provoked dignity and rushed out. It floated in the air and proudly stared at the blood-colored lion. There was disgust in his eyes.

The blood-colored lion let out a roar again and gave the golden dragon a dissatisfied look. The surrounding air seemed to harden due to the pressure, and only the sound of leaves could be heard. The blood-colored lion rushed forward with all four legs towards the golden dragon.

The golden dragon showed an expression of disdain as it floated in the air and tied its tail to the blood-colored lion. With a bang, the blood-colored lion was thrown with pain in its eyes, and its color was extremely dim. The golden dragon did not give him a chance—ia swooped towards the blood-colored lion and wrapped around it. In an instant, the blood-colored lion shattered and disappeared. A rumbling sound resounded within several dozen kilometers.

When the blood-colored lion collapsed, the seven people received a counterattack from the spirit power, causing them to cough up blood. The golden dragon flew proudly in the air and rushed towards the seven of them. They all retreated and covered their bodies with a thin layer of spirit power. The golden dragons seemed to find them boring and returned to Zhao Jiuge's body.

Zhao Jiuge was secretly happy to see how powerful the Sanskrit Divine Body was, but a strong sense of weakness engulfed him. He endured the discomfort and rushed towards the seven people. There was a glint of cruelty in his eyes—he had to remove the root of the problem. A ray of sword light shot towards the seven guards with blood-colored armor. They were all heavily injured, so how could they have any spirit power left to protect themselves? Their breaths all stopped one by one.

In order to stop the Flowing Cloud Sect and the Xiao family from chasing after him, he had to be ruthless. Zhao Jiuge revealed a bitter smile. There was no trace of spirit power in his body now—everything had been eaten by the golden dragon. His face was pale, but the wound on his chest was already tightly closed and began to heal. It was the power of the Sanskrit Divine Body.

He did not stay too long, as he was afraid that the voice would attract too much attention and cause people to come here. Fortunately, even without spirit power, his physical body was much stronger than before.

The sky gradually darkened as Zhao Jiuge walked towards the wilderness. He went to a remote location rather than the main road. As he traveled, his spirit power slowly recovered and, like this, the day darkened.

Even Zhao Jiuge didn't know where he was going. Only after the moonlight appeared did he notice his surroundings and see that he was actually in front of an unmarked grave. He felt all the hair on his body stand up as he carefully looked around.