Most Conceited War God

On top of the Green Cloud Mountain, Ling Jian's figure appeared from within the sword path that was falling from the sky. A ghastly white mask covered his original appearance, and a wave of cold and gloomy aura immediately swept over, causing all the disciples to stare in shock at the scene before them. While they were still in shock, the young man wearing a white mask suddenly swayed, and in the next moment, he disappeared.    

"This... "This speed is simply unfathomable …"    

Ling Jian's figure flickered as he constantly appeared in every corner of the Green Cloud Mountain. His flickering body seemed to have penetrated through the void, but what came out was without warning. This strange state caused the expressions of all the members of the Qing-Yun Sect and the three elders to change.    

"It seems that the Young Sect Master's speed has increased again. This is truly a cause for celebration. Initially, the Young Sect Master's speed was above ours, but now, it seems that even some experts of the Tenth Heaven are unable to catch up to him."    

At this moment, the eighteen disciples were all discussing amongst themselves. A somewhat envious gaze was repeatedly directed towards the green cloud mountain. The drifting figure looked over and spoke with some surprise.    

As Ling Jian strangely appeared in various places on the Green Cloud Mountain, an endless storm spread out. At the moment when the storm descended, Ling Jian's figure finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes, unfathomable.    

"Young Sect Master!"    

When Ling Jian's figure appeared at the Green Cloud Mountain, the white mask that was originally tightly pressed against his face had also disappeared, revealing the young and handsome face. Ling Jian's figure appeared at the Green Cloud Mountain, the white mask that was originally tightly wrapped around his face had also disappeared, and it revealed the young and handsome face.    

"This feeling is too great."    

He had an extremely strong premonition that at the speed of this realm, even if one did not borrow the Spirit Demon Mask's fakes, it was still enough to go head to head with an Eighth Heavenly Layer martial artist. If one used the Phantom Demon mask's fakes, even if one did not use the Chaotic World Sword, one would still have the strength to fight against a Ninth Heavenly Layer martial artist!    

"If I use all my trump cards and don't have a formation array, I should be able to fight against a Tenth Heavenly Layer powerhouse without any mishaps, right?"    

A smile emerged on Ling Jian's face as he exclaimed in his heart.    

"Third uncle, the three sirs."    

Under the gazes of the crowd of disciples, Ling Jian slowly walked out before cupping his hands towards the three sect masters and said, "Sect Leaders, many thanks for your help this time."    

"It's nothing. Haha, we are all a bit ashamed. Even if the three of us joined forces, we would still be defeated by that fierce monk. Let's not mention it."    

In the depths of his heart, he was also extremely shocked. Previously, when Ling Jian and the monk had fought in the three thousand sword formation, he had also sensed that the fact that the youth had been able to use the three thousand sword formation to defeat the monk was already very good. However, he had never imagined that the youth would be able to use the three thousand sword formation to kill the monk.    

"Junior Sect Leader, you are still as amazing as ever. Earlier, you were like an invincible evil monk, but now, life and death did not exist. Awesome, this is truly satisfying. Without such a person in the Thousand Buddha Sect, it would be equivalent to dying in name."    

Second Sect Master, Lord Yao Ming's face was filled with emotions.    

"The key is the power of the sword formation. Luckily, I have one that can take the place of the last strike of the 3000 sword formation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to keep that damnable monk alive, let alone kill him completely …"    

However, he did not take this matter to heart. However, when he heard Lord Yao Ming mention the Thousand Buddha Sect, his expression immediately changed.    

"This damnable Thousand Blessings Sect, I will lead people to flatten their entire sect. Hmph, if you think our Qing-Yun Sect is so easily bullied, then you are completely wrong!"    

Fifth Elder Luo Tianyan's expression suddenly darkened. He revealed a sinister smile and spoke in a low and deep voice.    

"Slaughter the remnants of the Thousand Blessings Sect to set an example!"    

"Don't worry Fifth Elder, just leave this matter to us two elders!"    

The second and fourth elder also took the initiative to ask for some credit as they cupped their fists and said.    

"If you want to take care of this matter, we also have a part in it!"    

Ling Jian took a glance and smiled. However, he knew that the grievances they had suffered in front of the monk had already filled their hearts with a sense of vengeance.    

"I have my own ways to flatten the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect. Although I can flatten the entire sect and have the effect of intimidating them, I wish to be able to do it without anyone noticing."    

Ling Jian said with a calm smile. The youth's smile contained a murderous intent that was hard to conceal.    

"Although our Qing-Yun Sect won't suffer much loss from this battle, ninety-nine of the three thousand sword formations have been lost, and the power of the sword formations have been reduced. Second Elder, I leave this matter for you to handle."    

"Oh right, it would be best to prepare a hundred of them. After all, the sword in my possession cannot appear at any time. The last sword must be above the first ninety-nine swords, be it in terms of quality, history, sharpness, etc.    

Ling Jian thought for a moment and then gave the order. Earlier when he made his move in the sword formation, he attacked the monk like a violent strike with his hundred swords, not giving the opponent the slightest chance to retaliate. Other than the final fatal blow from the Chaotic world's sword, the ninety-nine attacks were all to lay the foundation for this final attack.    

"Don't worry, Young Sect Master. Leave this to me."    

The second elder, You Tianxuan, also had a joyful expression on his face when he heard this. He immediately accepted it.    

"Milords, I will have to trouble you all during this period of time. Let Ling Jian do his part as a host."    

Ling Jian smiled at the three elders of the Medicine Sect as his heart was filled with gratitude. The three sirs, even if they were facing an expert like San Shi Jie, would be willing to stand in front of this kind of expert to fight. Even if they failed in the end, this matter had moved Ling Jian tremendously.    

"Let me tell the three lords a piece of good news, I have recently concocted a pill that can open up the Lightning Fire Spirit Root." Let the three lords a piece of good news, I have recently refined a pill that can open the Lightning Fire Spirit Root.    

"What medicinal pill is it?"    

When the three Medicine Sect Elders heard this, they were shocked in their hearts.    

"Immortal Flaming Pill."    

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