"Is it safe to take?"
The sturdy dragon armor shimmered with a purple celestial light, magnificent and dazzling. The young man, wearing the dragon armor, removed the armor plates covering his face, held a magnificent halberd, and asked upon hearing the voice, a hearty smile on his face.
Behind him, the primordial chaos evolved, ethereal and boundless. A giant egg-shaped creature floated on the surface, and within it, an infant slept soundly, its knees drawn up to its chest.
"Why is your magical power so great?"
Like the previous defeated Heavenly Sword Daoist, he was thrown deep underground and embedded in a hard rock. The Netherworld Daoist raised his head and looked up at the valiant young man in armor above him, his gaze complex.
The battle started out normally, and she even had the illusion that she had won. But as the Supreme Daoist on the other side displayed an unusual phenomenon, it seemed that he had discovered something. As a result, he stopped pretending and took out his magic weapon.
Then, the situation reversed instantly. Before she could even react, the Ghost Kingdom was torn apart. The vengeful spirits she had painstakingly accumulated by killing alien races were completely wiped out by the overwhelming sword energy.
Then came the nightmarish scene: in full view of everyone, the dignified Daoist of the Netherworld was being beaten down, powerless to fight back, and could only struggle to hold on.
However, Youming Daozi didn't care about these things. She was only astonished at how powerful Feng Bingwen's magic was, that he could control the seven spiritual magic treasures at will, just like a Yuan Dan cultivator.
What's even more illogical is that, despite such a massive expenditure of magical power, he still had the energy to control other spiritual magical artifacts. Putting aside where he got so many artifacts from, the key question is, how could he possibly use so many spiritual magical artifacts simultaneously?
Ordinary Yuan Dan cultivators don't have this kind of foundation. Do they really think that there are no threshold requirements for using magic treasures? In this world, there are very few magic treasures that don't need a master and can move on their own. Each one is a famous immortal artifact, enough to suppress the foundation of a sect and be passed down for thousands of years.
"I'm in good health!"
Feng Bingwen replied that this was his true combat strength; supernatural powers and spells were just for playing around with cultivators of the same realm.
It's not that supernatural powers and spells are weaker in killing power than magical treasures; it's just that supernatural powers and spells require a lot of time to study, and a lot of preparation is needed to unleash their power.
Using magical artifacts is quite simple. As long as there is no conflict between spiritual energies, you can infuse them with magical power to unleash their power. The real difficulty lies in how to obtain powerful magical artifacts.
Feng Bingwen's overwhelming victory over Youming Daozi was largely due to the fact that the magical treasures he used were beyond his current level of cultivation. Even geniuses can only use magical treasures that have developed spirituality as their trump cards.
There was no way around it; the drain was too great. Even the most powerful geniuses from major sects couldn't sustain it. But Feng Bingwen was an anomaly; he could withstand such a drain.
In his hands, even desperate measures become ordinary moves. How could this Netherworld Daoist possibly be invincible?
"constitution!"
The Netherworld Daoist remained silent. The reason why geniuses are called geniuses is precisely because they have an innate advantage. They are born with talents that ordinary cultivators can only look up to for their entire lives.
He never expected that one day someone would surpass him with their talent. Although they used magic weapons, she couldn't do the same thing herself. Her magic power was insufficient to control nine spiritual magic weapons.
Although she was somewhat unwilling, she had already lost in the life-or-death struggle, and there was no excuse for her defeat.
Although the geniuses of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths have unspoken rules to follow when they fight—for example, they cannot use their life-saving methods and must stop when they have made a move.
However, what are their trump cards for survival are already considered standard practices for this person, so they cannot be used to restrict him.
"I've lost!"
The Netherworld Daoist stood up, calmly acknowledging his defeat. A faint, eerie mist spread, obscuring his figure.
But just as she admitted defeat, a sudden change occurred. Behind her, the shadow of Hades, clad in heavy armor and shrouded in a ghostly aura of death, appeared.
Before the Netherworld Daoist could say anything, from the strange phenomenon behind Feng Bingwen, within the chaos surrounding the giant egg, dozens of thorny vines materialized out of thin air and entangled the hazy Netherworld King.
"Feng Bingwen, what are you going to do?"
A white bone scythe suddenly appeared in the hand of the Netherworld Daoist. It was a weapon that he had not taken out in the previous battle. The moment this bone scythe appeared, the aura on the Daoist changed. The aura of the living disappeared and the aura of the dead emerged. His whole figure became somewhat dark.
It's no wonder she was so shocked and angry, because this time, her Hades image emerged completely out of control. Instead, it was drawn out by the strange phenomenon behind the guy opposite her and forced to emerge.
"No need to be angry. You've lost. I'm just taking what's rightfully mine from you!"
Feng Bingwen was clad in purple dragon armor, wielding a halberd, with the Xuanhuang Immortal Cauldron in his belly, rising and falling slightly, poised to unleash its power and suppress everything at any moment.
The reason for suddenly taking action and forcefully defeating this Netherworld Dao Child with overwhelming force was precisely for this moment.
"So you went there... Okay, I'll remember that!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Youming Daozi was slightly taken aback. Then, sensing that she seemed to be unaffected, she immediately understood.
He sheathed the white bone scythe in his hand and remained motionless, letting the thorny vines that had sprung from the chaos draw away an indescribable aura from his body.
"What I lost this time, I will definitely take back from you when we meet again."
The tone and demeanor of Youming Daozhi, who had previously been indifferent to this defeat, were now drastically different from before.
The fact that Youming Daozi lost to Taishang Daozi was nothing unusual. Everyone thought it was normal and no one would say anything about her. On the contrary, if she had won, she could have made a name for herself.
Most importantly, this battle was not something she wanted to fight herself. Instead, an elder from outside conveyed instructions to her through clandestine means. She originally didn't want to pay attention, but coincidentally, her sister also received the same request.
Left with no other choice, she followed, and then witnessed her sister being suppressed. Left with no other option, she had to intervene.
She didn't care about winning or losing. Losing was fine, winning would be even better, but it wouldn't matter much. In fact, it would only waste her time slaughtering the alien races—such an opportunity was extremely rare for her.
However, things are different now. The Supreme Daoist took something from her. Although she didn't know what it was and didn't have any specific reaction, it was probably something like luck.
She had read similar records. In ancient times, there were human prodigies who walked the path of invincibility among all races. At first, they were unremarkable, but as they won more and more victories, a qualitative change suddenly occurred.
However, most people who embark on this path meet a tragic end, dying a gruesome death. Of course, each successful person is like a blazing sun in the sky, dazzling and overwhelming, suppressing an era.
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen responded casually, his attention returning to what was behind him. From the chaos behind him, a majestic figure appeared, almost identical to the King of the Underworld behind Youming Daozi.
However, the moment this figure appeared, it was impatiently crushed and devoured by the giant egg shrouded in chaos.
The giant egg solidified at a visible speed, and the infant sleeping inside, nestled against its knees, grew larger. This change naturally affected Feng Bingwen as well.
Within his dantian, a vast and ancient aura flowed, and the surging innate five elements of immortal spiritual energy visibly solidified. The two talismans floating within it also underwent subtle changes, with five-colored divine light shining in his dantian and explosive thunder shaking his dantian.
"I hope that before I see you again, you haven't been defeated by anyone else!"
Seeing Feng Bingwen's aura suddenly surge, Youming Daozi uttered a sentence and then turned into light and left. However, before leaving, she still took away the Longbo Giant, whose limbs had been cut off, from a broken mountain range.
If it weren't for the giant blocking the sword energy of those seven killing swords for her, she would have lost even faster. However, even so, it didn't change the outcome; it only bought her some time.
Just as Feng Bingwen was enjoying the fruits of victory and basking in the joy and wonder of his greatly enhanced strength, the growing number of geniuses gathered outside were in an uproar. They had just witnessed the overwhelming battle firsthand.
They were discussing and exchanging heated words. Meanwhile, outside the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, in the Hidden Dragon Abyss, many powerful immortals and sect elders from various factions were also engaged in heated exchanges. Two of them even started fighting.
"How dare the Supreme Daoist use his power to commit violence?"
The Lord of Ghost Mountain had a gloomy face. Behind him, the shadow of a ghost kingdom, with bones scattered everywhere and ghosts filling the sky, was faintly visible. He had mastered the supernatural powers of the ghost kingdom and was preparing to open up a blessed land.
"Using magic weapons to commit violence, Mountain Lord, your words are utterly absurd. As a cultivator, isn't it only natural to use magic weapons? If you don't use them, isn't that the same as a mortal cutting off their own arms?"
Zhao Junxian, with her elegant and extraordinary demeanor, stood calmly in front of an enraged immortal, showing no intention of backing down.
"Your disciple has stolen the destiny of our Dao Sect. Even if you are the son of a celestial being, you cannot suppress this matter. You must give us an explanation today."
The Lord of Ghost Mountain had deep, dark eyes, with a red glow shining in the blackness of the child, devoid of any human color, resembling a fierce ghost.
He was furious. Not only did the person he personally sent in belong to someone else, but they also stole a portion of his family's destiny.
"In battles between cultivators, victory and defeat are common occurrences!"
Zhao Junxian argued vehemently based on reason, refusing to yield an inch. A seven-jeweled glazed pagoda floated leisurely, emitting a divine light sufficient to keep even an enraged immortal calm.
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