42: Chapter 42: Zhu Xian!

Yin Chengmu painfully swallowed a drop of Spirit Liquid. As soon as the Spirit Liquid entered his body, it transformed into strands of pure spiritual power, rapidly spreading through his Meridians, and he clearly felt the recovery speed of the spiritual power within his body greatly increase.

This miraculous effect made a hint of greed flash in his eyes, and at the same time, his resolve to kill Qingmu grew even stronger.

He fully activated his Flying Sword, which glowed brightly and, with a whistling wind, like a fierce Dragon, launched sharp attacks against Wang Bin's shield again and again.

Seeing this, Wang Bin's heart sank. He knew that the negotiation had failed, although he wasn't sure which part had gone wrong.

At this moment, he could feel that more than half of the spiritual power in his body had been consumed. He frowned, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not take out the Spirit Liquid.

He knew that the longer the delay, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. It seemed that now he could only take a risk and gamble.

Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to expose his trump card too early. If it really came down to it, he would then take the Spirit Liquid and slowly wear down his opponent.

Wang Bin quietly injected spiritual power into the Flying Sword, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the brief interval when Yin Chengmu had just finished attacking and was recharging, he suddenly controlled the Flying Sword and thrust it towards Yin Chengmu's head.

The Flying Sword, like an arrow released from a bowstring, carried a sharp Aura and, in the blink of an eye, flew to within one meter of Yin Chengmu's head.

Wang Bin's heart filled with joy, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory. However, at this critical moment, the Flying Sword seemed to hit an invisible wall and stopped abruptly.

"Hahahahahahahahaha."

Seeing this, Yin Chengmu immediately laughed so hard that tears nearly came out. He looked at Wang Bin, who was utterly bewildered, his eyes full of mockery and triumph.

He unceremoniously reached out and beckoned, and the Flying Sword flew back into his hand.

He circulated his spiritual power, and the Flying Sword instantly glowed brightly, flying towards Wang Bin again and fiercely striking his ice shield, emitting a crisp clang.

"Junior Brother Qingmu, this Low Grade Spiritual Artifact Flying Sword was a gift from me. It has my mental imprint on it, and you didn't even bother to erase it and re-refine it. You're truly foolish! Next life, you must remember this lesson."

As Yin Chengmu spoke, he continued to launch even fiercer attacks at Wang Bin.

Wang Bin felt a surge of speechlessness. He actually knew these common sense things, but too many things had happened today, and he had momentarily forgotten due to carelessness. Besides, he really hadn't had time to deal with this Flying Sword before!

He had only obtained this Flying Sword today, and ever since then, he had been constantly on the run, with no leisure time to refine it.

He hadn't expected that this Flying Sword could actually become a means for his opponent to deal with him. It was truly impossible to guard against.

He cursed inwardly, thinking that Yin Chengmu had indeed harbored ill intentions from the very beginning. He truly lived up to his name; people surnamed Yin were never good.

This Cultivation World was truly too dangerous, filled with such unscrupulous madmen everywhere.

During the time he was fighting Yin Chengmu, Wang Bin had been holding a Mid-Grade Spirit Stone, attempting to absorb the spiritual power within it to replenish his consumption.

However, the speed at which the Spirit Stone replenished spiritual power was far from keeping up with the consumption during the battle, and he could feel his spiritual power rapidly decreasing.

Nevertheless, all of this was still within his expectations.

He suppressed the urge to take the Spirit Liquid, controlled the ice shield, and slowly retreated, feigning an escape.

Of course, he also hoped to shake off Yin Chengmu. If the opponent didn't pursue, that would naturally be for the best.

Unfortunately, how could Yin Chengmu let him go? Seeing Wang Bin trying to run, he immediately guessed that the opponent's spiritual power was insufficient.

His heart filled with joy, and he quickly increased the intensity of his attacks while chasing, streams of spiritual power raining down on Wang Bin.

Suddenly, Wang Bin in front stopped.

He looked at Yin Chengmu with a serious expression, took out his Medium Grade Magical Artifact Flying Sword from his Storage Pouch, and his eyes revealed a determination to face death.

He said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Yin, cultivating from a helpless Loose Cultivator to Foundation Establishment, the difficulties and hardships I faced were far beyond your imagination.

I have a secret technique that would result in mutual destruction. Once I use it, you will surely die, but I myself will lose twenty years of my lifespan and suffer severe Origin Qi damage. At that point, I will most likely not be able to escape this Demon Beast Mountain Range.

Therefore, I have been enduring and not using it. Now, my spiritual power is only enough for me to use this secret technique. How about we stop here today?

I don't want to die, and since you live such a carefree life, why must you fight me to the death?"

After speaking, Wang Bin stared intently at Yin Chengmu, his eyes full of warning.

Yin Chengmu was indeed startled when he heard Wang Bin's words.

He recalled his father's previous warning not to form a mortal enmity with others unless absolutely necessary, especially those Cultivators who had cultivated from Loose Cultivator to Foundation Establishment and Golden Core. Most of them possessed some unorthodox life-saving abilities.

Now that Qingmu was pushed to such a desperate situation, if he really disregarded everything and used a secret technique to drag him down with him, it would be a huge loss.

However, when his gaze swept over Qingmu's equipment again, his doubts instantly vanished.

He secretly mused, if Qingmu really had some powerful ability, how could he be in such a miserable state? He was already at Mid Stage Foundation Establishment, yet all his equipment was still a set of Magical Artifacts, without even a top-grade Magical Artifact Flying Sword.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he launched another full-force attack, even more fierce than before.

Seeing this, Wang Bin felt helpless and secretly complained. He had almost bluffed the other party, so why did something go wrong again?

Since things had come to this, he no longer hesitated. He circulated all his remaining spiritual power, trying to make his voice solemn and grand, and chanted loudly:

"Heaven is round, Earth is square, Nine Chapters of Law.

As I write now, all ghosts submit.

Second stroke, Ancestral Master's sword, summon the Heavenly God,

Mobilize the Heavenly Soldiers.

Third stroke, fierce gods perish, what ghost dares to appear,

Slay Immortals!!"

As Wang Bin chanted, the surrounding air seemed to become heavy, and a mysterious power faintly gathered.

Wang Bin unhesitatingly took out a Low Grade Magical Artifact Flying Sword from his Storage Pouch and fiercely slashed it towards Yin Chengmu's head.

He himself quickly put away his shield, stepped on a Flying Sword, turned around, and desperately fled into the distance.