The peach wood sword had a purple copper sheen and emitted a pleasant fragrance. It was crafted through more than a dozen processes, and its blade was especially sharp, nearly rivaling ordinary iron swords in the world after being imbued with innate true qi!
Moreover, the target was the throat, a vital spot. If an ordinary person were struck there, it would almost certainly be fatal.
“Huh?”
Wu Ming lightly exclaimed in surprise, as there was no sensation of the blade piercing flesh, but rather something smooth like animal hide, causing the sword’s edge to glance off.
“Damn it!”
A flash of light shone from Zheng Qian’s body, and his figure rapidly retreated, yet he felt relieved: “You ignorant bumpkin, have you ever seen a magical artifact? Not only do I have the Yin Gathering Banner for offense, but I also have magical artifacts for protection. How can you possibly deal with me now…”
Bang!
At this moment, the golden light around Wu Ming also collapsed, causing Zheng Qian to pause momentarily before bursting into laughter: “Haha… your talisman magic power is exhausted. Let’s see how you resist the army now!”
“A magical artifact? Defensive type?”
Wu Ming’s expression remained impassive as he looked at the encroaching ghosts without flinching: “Judging from the situation with the Black Gold Ring, even magical artifacts cannot be used without limits… It seems I’m really going to strike it rich this time!”
His thoughts turning, his hands did not slow down at all, instantly throwing out several yellow talismans.
The talismans transformed into flames mid-air, landing on the vines. Like igniting oil, the fire rapidly spread, turning the vines into ashes.
Boom!
Another layer of golden light exploded, forming a golden armor on Wu Ming’s body, causing the evil spirits to retreat.
“Damn it… how many talismans did you prepare?”
Zheng Qian’s facial muscles twisted.
Anyone witnessing Wu Ming’s extravagant use of talismans, as if they were worthless, would feel mentally overwhelmed.
With such achievements, instead of saving them to exchange for high-level magical artifacts and techniques, he squandered them all on one-time talismans? This made Zheng Qian feel as if he had encountered an even more extravagant wastrel, filled with an unreal sense of frustration.
The sword light flashed! Chilling coldness surged!
Wu Ming, clad in golden armor, forced back the swarm of ghosts and charged toward Zheng Qian.
Zheng Qian hastily dodged, rolling on the ground, looking extremely disheveled.
“Why aren’t you standing your ground anymore…”
Wu Ming smiled, advancing step by step: “Even with a defensive magical artifact… it can only be used once. Once it exceeds its capacity or runs out of magic power, it becomes as useless as trash, right?”
“You…”
Zheng Qian was about to speak when he saw Wu Ming ignite another talisman, emitting strange vibrations: “Shock!”
In an instant, his vision blurred, and then a sword tip pierced into his throat.
“I… my big brother won’t let you get away with this…”
Blood flowed from Zheng Qian’s mouth and nose as he slowly collapsed.
“Hmph! So you have a powerful backer? Makes sense… a spoiled brat like you possessing two magical artifacts suggests a significant force behind you…”
Wu Ming sneered coldly and unhesitatingly stepped forward to loot the corpse: “But since you’re an enemy in this mission, even if you’re protected by heaven and earth, I’ll still cut you down. What are you really worth?”
“Ah?”
At this point, Zheng Qian was already dead, and the small banner in his hand absorbed the black mist like a whale siphoning water, causing the sky full of ghostly soldiers to vanish.
“What a fine magical artifact!”
Knowing the rarity of such items, Wu Ming quickly examined it and promptly stowed it away.
Then, he noticed something hidden in Zheng Qian’s right hand. Upon inspection, it was a silver talisman, with golden inscriptions resembling swimming tadpoles, radiating powerful energy. His heart immediately tensed: “This person indeed had many hidden cards… but he clearly lacked experience. Although my Soul-Shaking Talisman has many limitations and weak effects, it proved surprisingly effective when used at the critical moment!”
Wu Ming’s hands moved swiftly, and he noticed that Zheng Qian’s robe was quite peculiar, with fine stitching inside and a faint glow. He immediately stripped it off.
As soon as the robe touched his hands, he felt an unusual sensation, clearly indicating it was a rare treasure.
“Pity… pity…”
After obtaining the two magical artifacts, Wu Ming continued his search but only found some silver coins and miscellaneous items, which made him shake his head slightly.
“However…”
Amidst the clutter, one object stood out—a white talisman, its inscriptions now faded beyond recognition, its surface resembling grayish stone yet emitting a faint, eerie glow.
“Could it be…”
Excited, Wu Ming immediately stowed it away and hurried toward another battlefield.
…
“Blood Sword Technique!”
Ling Guhong’s eyes turned blood red, his face bulging with veins, and beads of blood appeared.
The sword in his hand transformed into a crimson rainbow, lunging toward the Black Wind General opposite him.
“A sword immortal? A flying sword!”
The Black Wind General extended both claws, colliding with the crimson beam. Sparks flew, a loud explosion echoed, one claw fell off, but the ancient sword, Golden Wind, was seized in the process.
“What a pity… if it were a real sword immortal, this rat would flee as far as possible, but now… hehe…”
The Black Wind General cackled, opening its rat-like mouth. With a crunching sound, it actually bit the Golden Wind Sword piece by piece, swallowing it.
“Fiend!”
This sword seemed to be connected to Ling Guhong’s very soul, a product of blood cultivation. After its destruction, he immediately spat a mist of blood, collapsed unconscious, and his life hung in the balance.
“Such a tragic scene?”
Wu Ming arrived just in time to see Shan Lan slumped on the ground, holding a pale blue talisman crackling with lightning, muttering incantations while drops of blood fell from her hands. Her face was filled with despair, but upon seeing Wu Ming, she brightened: “Quickly help me hold this demon back!”
“Truly…”
Wu Ming shook his head, his thoughts churning as he pulled out the Six Ding and Six Jia Divine Talisman obtained from the City God Temple: “Command!”
Boom!
Golden light flashed, and a divine figure clad in golden armor, wearing a mask, and exuding immense majesty stepped forth from the air. White and red energy swirled around him, his eyes cold and filled with killing intent, engaging the Black Wind General in combat.
“Damn it! You’re from the City God…”
The Black Wind General’s furious voice came as Wu Ming held his sword to protect Shan Lan: “I don’t know how long this effect will last. Hurry and perform your ritual!”
“You must pin down that demon, preferably without letting it move!”
Shan Lan’s face showed surprise and a meaningful glance at Wu Ming before she closed her eyes.
After a few breaths, her blood had almost completely soaked the talisman, turning it into a blood talisman.
“Heavenly Heart Five Thunder Talisman! Rise!”
The talisman, now saturated with blood, floated upward, hovering in mid-air, radiating immense power with blinding electric light.
“This isn’t the basic talisman I use… it’s a higher-grade one… However, this girl clearly has limited magic power. Is this also a product of blood cultivation?”
Wu Ming took a few steps back, his expression changing rapidly.
Affected by the Heavenly Thunder energy, the Black Wind General became even more frenzied, repeatedly attacking while shouting: “That woman has ill intentions. Don’t bring me down with you!”
“Haha! My master only sent a fragment of his consciousness. If I can perish together with you, there will surely be merit. One in, one out—I still profit!”
The golden-armored deity laughed heartily, suddenly grabbing the Black Wind General: “Proceed!”
“Decree!”
Without hesitation, Shan Lan, drenched in cold sweat, pointed at the Black Wind General.
Boom!
Lightning struck down, a thunderous explosion erupted, air currents surged, kicking up a cloud of dust.
“Thunder Magic! What a fine talisman! Truly a magnificent talisman!”
Witnessing this, Wu Ming marveled: “Compared to this, all my talismans seem like mere waste paper! I wonder how much it’s worth. Maybe I should exchange for a few for self-defense someday…”
“Don’t make it sound so easy!”
Shan Lan shot him a glare: “Without being a proper cultivator, how could one possibly use high-level talismans? This Heavenly Heart Five Thunder Talisman… I had to pull strings and connections to have a master rework it before I could barely activate it with my bloodline power… and I’m still heartbroken about the cost!”
“I see…”
Wu Ming casually replied, his eyes fixed on the smoke, his gaze vigilant.
“There’s no need to worry. Once struck by my Heavenly Heart Five Thunder, even a great demon would…”
As Shan Lan spoke halfway, a giant rat, its body covered in wounds and its fur scorched black, charged out of the smoke directly at Wu Ming, causing her expression to change dramatically, her face filled with despair: “No good!”
The Heavenly Heart Five Thunder Talisman was indeed her last resort. To activate it, she had already sacrificed nearly seventy to eighty percent of her energy. If Wu Ming were attacked and killed, it would likely result in their complete annihilation.
“Die!”
As danger approached, Wu Ming’s face remained calm, his mind clear and bright.
Seeing the giant rat lunging at him, his expression turned cold. With his left fist clenched, he struck like a diamond pestle smashing into the gaping maw.
Boom!
Crack!
The sound of teeth clashing and flesh tearing echoed, causing Shan Lan to instinctively close her eyes.
“Indeed a rat demon, its vitality is truly formidable!”
A calm voice came, and Shan Lan opened her eyes in surprise, her pupils widening further.
Wu Ming’s entire right arm was inside the rat’s mouth, blood flowing from two deep wounds at the base of his arm.
The Black Wind General’s giant eyes were wide open, but its lower half was torn open, its entrails spilling out—it was clearly dead.
At the same time, the Black Gold Ring on Wu Ming’s left hand flashed a faint light before appearing even dimmer.
Just now, he had deliberately offered his fist for the Black Wind General to devour, using the opportunity to activate the Golden Blade Curse within its belly.
No matter how strong its hide or how resilient its life force, its internal organs were always vulnerable. Once they exploded from within, surviving would be a miracle.
“Break free!”
Wu Ming pried open the rat’s jaws, discovering the bite was extremely deep, nearly severing tendons and bones. Had he hesitated even a moment longer, his entire arm would have been lost.
“This…”
Shan Lan stared at Wu Ming, who was now being bandaged, her heart shaken.
Such composure in the face of death, even using his own body as bait to strike back—she knew she lacked such ruthlessness.
Moreover, even if she had the determination, the precise timing and mastery of the moment were executed with perfect precision.
Such a person would surely stand out wherever he went.
“If Miss Shan Lan has time to watch me, perhaps you should tend to Brother Ling…”
Wu Ming’s calm voice came, causing a slight blush to rise on Shan Lan’s face.
After a short while, the three, slightly rested, gathered around the corpse of the rat, as large as an ox, their faces filled with excitement.
“We’re rich! We’re rich!”
Shan Lan’s eyes sparkled: “This rat demon might have over a hundred years of cultivation, possibly possessing an inner elixir! Even if not… its flesh, organs, and marrow are all highly valuable, especially its hide. Making armor from it would not only be lightweight but also rival iron armor in defense! How should we divide it?”
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