Cultivating by picking up attributes, I accumulate my strength! - Chapter 145 - 110: Perfect Foundation Establishment, Fratricide, Demi-Immortal Remnant Soul 2

Chapter 145: Chapter 110: Perfect Foundation Establishment, Fratricide, Demi-Immortal Remnant Soul 2

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“Why… why?”

Yue Xingmu was shaking all over, his voice filled with indescribable surprise and confusion.

“Whoosh!”

Lu Xuanxuan’s face suddenly became very cold. She pulled out her sword and kicked Yue Xingmu in the back, knocking him to the ground.

Then, she walked over, took the bundle from Yue Xingmu’s back, opened it, saw dozens of the Gilded Emperor Mandala inside and showed a satisfied smile.

A Five-color Mandala, of which the golden type is the best, capable of significantly improving a cultivator’s strength.

Lu Xuanxuan closed the bundle, looked at Yue Xingmu lying in a puddle of blood, and sneered, “The depths of the Golden Cicada Secret Realm are too dangerous, and it is certain death if you climb to the peak. Since death is inevitable, why not die under my sword? At least, I can get your share of the Gilded Emperor Mandala.”

Yue Xingmu’s heart had been pierced, and even though he used his magic power to seal off his blood vessels, blood continued to gush out from his chest quickly soaking his robe red.

“You… even if you ask for the… Gilded Emperor… Mandala, I would… give it to you…” Yue Xingmu was in excruciating pain, his hand pressing on his chest, his face growing paler and paler.

Lu Xuanxuan took out a pristine handkerchief wiped the fresh blood off of her sword. Her beautiful face revealed a mocking smile and she said, “Silly boy, you are so naively adorable. Did you really think I had eyes for you? Among the True Inheritance disciples who are pursuing me, there are at least five far superior and stronger than you.”

“Whoosh!”

Next, she plunged her sword into his Dantian, stirred up her magic power, and completely destroyed his Golden Core.

“Puff!”

As the Golden Core was destroyed, Yue Xingmu spouted fresh blood, his eyes bulged, and he finally died.

Was it anger or loss of blood that killed him?

Lu Xuanxuan took the bundle off her back, combined the Gilded Emperor Mandala from both bags. In total, there were twenty of them, radiating a circle of divine golden light.

Just by smelling the fragrance of the Gilded Emperor Mandala, Lu Xuanxuan felt her magic power circulation speed up a bit. A joyful smile broke across her beautiful face, “Once I’ve refined all these Gilded Emperor Mandala, my cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds. Even if I return to the sect I can immediately become one of the high-level powerhouses. It will be simple to become a True Inheritance disciple, and at the very least, I must become the master of a peak. Only then will 1 have the chance to approach the Deputy Sect Master’s position.”

Han Ye, hiding in the shadows, was somewhat shocked watching this ruthless woman kill her fellow disciple. He silently clucked his tongue.

Murdering one’s own sect member was too cruel.

“Come out, don’t hide anymore, I’ve known you were there for a while.”

Suddenly, as Lu Xuanxuan was cleaning her sword, she spoke in the direction of Han Ye, her face expressionless.

Han Ye secretly thought it was bad. At this moment, the green wood chip had betrayed his position.

This woman wouldn’t try to kill him to silence him, would she?

Swoosh.

Without intending to respond, Han Ye quickly took out a Speed Talisman, stuck it to his foot and started to flee.

However, Lu Xuanxuan was already flying through the air towards him.

In Lu Xuanxuan’s eyes, Han Ye, no matter how capable, was still only a Foundation Establishment cultivator and didn’t pose a threat to her.

“Why did you kill him when he genuinely loved you?”

Han Ye tried to disrupt her Dao Heart and stall for time by communicating to her telepathically.

“I’ll kill if I want to kill. What’s it to you?”

Lu Xuanxuan unfolded a speed class spell and answered coldly. Her slender body transformed into a series of afterimages with astonishing speed. In an instant, she was in front of Han Ye, lunging with her sword toward his forehead.

Han Ye stood his ground, shifted slightly on his feet, and effortlessly avoided Lu Xuanxuan’s sword by moving five steps to the side. Experience the Magic of Words: Ⓝ()ⓋⒺⓁⒷⒾⓃ.

Lu Xuanxuan was taken aback and before she could react, Han Ye dashed in front of her and launched a palm strike at her chest.

“Pure Yang Xuanhuang Fist!”

Feeling the force of the golden palm wind, Lu Xuanxuan’s face changed. It was too late to dodge, so she could only hold her war sword in front of her chest to block Han Ye’s palm imprint.

“Bam!”

Lu Xuanxuan was sent flying more than ten meters away, her body like a leaf blown by the wind.

As she fell, she rolled backward. Every time her foot touched the ground, it left a deep footprint.

Her chest was in tremendous pain, as if her internal organs had been injured, the blood and Qi in her body were surging and her True Qi was in chaos.

“How can a Foundation Establishment cultivator have such strong physical strength?”

Moreover, the depth of Han Ye’s magic power was unbelievable, it was almost comparable to an average Golden Core Realm cultivator.

Han Ye didn’t give Lu Xuanxuan the chance to recover. He pressed the attack dashed to her side, mobilized the strength of his entire body, muscles, and ’ bones, and launched another palm strike.

“Blood Spirit Giant Bird Talisman!”

Lu Xuanxuan immediately activated her talismans’ powers. A five-meter diameter intermediate talisman formation appeared under her, from which she threw a red blood talisman.

It condensed into a three-headed blood bird and a blood sword illusion, forming a bloody phenomenon that assaulted Han Ye, resisting his palm strength.

“Break!”

Han Ye’s face was solemn. He swung his right arm and a golden tiger roared. A fierce gilded Spiritual Tiger materialized, smashing the illusion of the three-headed blood bird into scattered blood qi.

The power of the dragon in his left hand and the tiger in his right were always stored inside Han Ye’s body.

A wind-breaking sound rang out and Lu Xuanxuan executed a sword technique, aiming for Han Ye’s throat..