Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills Chapter 169 – The turmoil of the Devil Sect in Jinzhou begins, a sword towards the sky from the White- robed Ghost face

Chapter 169: Chapter 44: The turmoil of the Devil Sect in Jinzhou begins, a sword towards the sky from the White- robed Ghost face

In her eyes, Jinzhou was just a city, and it could easily be replaced with another one if needed.

However, it was different for Zhao Huai; this was his home for the past three years.

He ate, slept, and cultivated here, and experienced the ups and downs of life along with all the little details about his wife.

It was impossible for him not to have any feelings about this place.

But defending Jinzhou and defeating all the devil cultivators was almost impossible.

That unfathomable old devil alone could level the city to the ground.

As he thought about the purple-robed old devil, Zhao Huai felt a surge of anger within him.

Damn you, devil! I must avenge this injustice!

But he knew he was no match for the devil at this point.

He must rely on the power of the Immortal Sects to deal with him. He forcefully held back his emotions and turned his head and muttered:

“But how do we break the seal of Heaven and Earth here?”

“Give me half an hour, and I will find a way to break through this seal, ” said Yin Nanyu seriously.

“Half an hour…”

Zhao Huai muttered, while at the corner of his eyes, he saw several devil cultivators in bloody robes, looking extremely ominous.

They stormed into the homes of ordinary citizens, committing atrocities. Men were killed, their blood drained, while women were kept for the Gathering Yin to Supplement Yang technique.

A crying baby girl was sitting on the ground, ignored by everyone.

The inn’s shopkeeper had a desperate look and dared not make a sound. He was slapped down to the ground by a devil cultivator and spat out a mouthful of blood, falling unconscious.

People were fleeing in all directions, without daring to look back, terrified of drawing the attention of the devil cultivators.

This was the consequence of cultivators intervening in the mortal world without self-restraint.

A nearly devastating blow.

The human world had completely fallen into hell.

Many devil cultivators needed mortals to act as auxiliary aids in their cultivation.

One of the devil cultivators heard the baby’s cries and felt extremely annoyed. With bloodshot eyes full of murderous intent, he stomped down to crush the baby to a pulp. At this moment,

“Swish!”

A flash of sword light burst forth!

The devil cultivator was decapitated; his blood splattered, and his body fell to the ground lifelessly.

The crying baby was caught by a man in white robes.

Zhao Huai stood arrogantly with his sword, his expression utterly indifferent.

“Oh well, another cultivator that isn’t afraid of death has arrived.”

“Kill him! Stop talking, our mission is critical!”

“Attack together! ”

A few devil cultivators discussed briefly and charged forward with their weapons, all in the Initiation Realm.

Zhao Huai wore a bamboo hat and maintained a calm expression under his

Ghost Face mask.

With one hand on the long sword handle, he lightly tapped the air with the other.

The seemingly casual tap transformed into numerous sword qis.

“Puff!”

“Puff!”

“Puff!”

The devil cultivators who charged at him were pierced through by the sword qi and fell to the ground with widened pupils.

The splattered blood tried to cling to Zhao Huai’s white clothes.

However, an invisible sword intent flowed around his body, causing the blood droplets to be smashed into a mist and dispersed.

Zhao Huai’s expression was cold as he walked on the street, observing the carnage, and the dead bodies scattered everywhere.

His heart was filled with rage.

These were the corpses of common people!

His Divine Insight spread out, and he found countless occurrences like this happening throughout the city.

“Young Master…”

Yin Nanyu, who was following, looked at the tragedies on both sides of the streets and frowned, hesitating to speak.

She couldn’t say she was used to such scenes, but apparently, she had seen this sort of situation before, so she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

“Wuu wuu!”

In the dead silence, only the cries of the baby could be heard.

“Take care of her, hurry up and break the formation. I’ll buy you some time,” said Zhao Huai.Zhao Huai handed the baby to Yin Nanyu and stepped away.

Yin Nanyu took the wrapped baby and glanced at the baby girl in her arms. When she looked up again, Zhao Huai had already disappeared from sight.

The Summit of Jinzhou.

Dressed in white, leaning against the railing of a dangerous building, staring at the scarred Jinzhou City.

A torrent of killing intent appeared in Zhao Huai’s eyes.

His whole momentum skyrocketed, and in the next second, he transformed into an indestructible qi projectile, piercing through every street.

Reaping the lives of the devil cultivators below at the speed of light.

Not until a row of corpses appeared before his eyes, as if they were an army.

Zhao Huai’s right hand, holding the sword, pressed harder and harder.

His body’s surging wave of qi quickly spread, and the vast and boundless magic power poured into the spiritual sword, while the fierce and brilliant sword qi became even more splendid like a rainbow. It reached a peak in the next instant.

Drawing the sword, slashing. Boom –

Even the city wall shook violently.

The majestic sword qi shot out, the sword whining like a howling cold wind, as if to tear the sky apart.

From afar, it looked like a scorching sun shining on the world.

The walking corpses in front of him couldn’t withstand the erosion of sword qi, their bodies disintegrated uncontrollably, and they were shattered by the overwhelming sword qi.

Soon, all the walking corpses on the entire street were cleanly wiped out.

In a distant black sedan far away from half of the city, a gust of yin wind blew, and the old Taoist priest in a black robe sat inside, holding a dust whisk in his hand, and wondered aloud.

Not only the old Taoist, but all the outstanding figures of the Devil Sect on the battlefield of another part of Jinzhou had sensed it.

“It seems that there is more than one Immortal Sect disciple.”

“Someone is ruining our good deeds. You continue to deal with her, I will go and check. ”

The scholar in an elegant robe spoke via transmitted voice.

He then rode a ghost-cloud and left.

Qiu Yueqing watched him leave, but was powerless to do anything.

She was one against many and, although not at a disadvantage, she couldn’t do anything to them.

They were outnumbered.

She could only rely on her magic power to hold on.

The scholar in an ink robe rode the ghost cloud to the place where the disturbance occurred.

He saw blood everywhere.

Devil cultivator corpses piled up in heaps. “It’s a sword cultivator.”

The scholar in the ink robe muttered.

Before he could react, a violent fluctuation of spiritual qi appeared in his Divine Insight.

It became increasingly intense.

The crisp, bone-chilling sound.

It was the sound of sword whistling, a vast sound of sword whistling.

In the space between Heaven and Earth, it was like a giant dragon roaring, echoing throughout the area, surrounded by irrepressible heaviness.

A myriad of sword qi illusions suspended in the sky, furious waves like tides.

It was like the scene of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Sect.

Looking far away, a shadow appeared in the void.

His momentum reached its peak, and it seemed as if the whole city’s sword qi overlapped on Zhao Huai’s body.

Under the dark sky, the sword radiance shone like daylight.

The awe-inspiring spiritual qi pouring back in once again emerged between Heaven and Earth.

Not only did it envelop the scholar in the ink robe, it also covered the devil cultivators in the streets.

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“What is this!”

The scholar in the ink robe was horrified, looking at the terrifying sword qi with disbelief in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the devil cultivators all looked astonished at the vast sword qi, which cut down with a towering presence.

There was nowhere to hide.

A thick sense of fear welled up within them.