Chapter 295 Ambushing and Killing a Fellow Daoist's Nascent Soul Divine Sense (Bonus Chapter!)
He answered haltingly.
"No, I didn't. When I bought the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng, I did muffle my voice."
“But you’ve already made a bid, and the box location won’t change. You even became famous in front of the auction house that day. We can’t take that kind of risk.”
"All right."
Wen Hua stopped arguing and knew that the situation was critical and that they could not waste any more time. After determining the direction, the three of them headed east.
He's actually starting to regret it now.
But the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng was something he absolutely needed. He had started collecting the materials for the Condensing Infant Pill a long time ago, and his father had also helped him. By piecing things together, the main ingredient was only missing this one ingredient.
and.
He knew his father's good friend—[Blood Pill]!
This Nascent Soul senior, who specializes in the Great Dao of Human Pills, is a high-ranking member of the Refining Heaven Demon Sect. Years ago, my father owed him a favor and entrusted him with the task. He was certain that my father could refine the Nascent Soul Pill.
He only needed this one plant to have a chance to reach the Nascent Soul realm, so how could he resist raising the price? Therefore, he was willing to bid even if it meant losing money!
The Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng is useless to others, lacking in many ways.
For him, however, it was the final piece of the puzzle he had painstakingly pieced together over many years, and he simply couldn't give up.
And so, the current situation has arisen.
"Such an opportunity should not be easily given up, even if it comes at a risk."
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To the east lies Golden Sword City.
The city lord here is an elder of the Holy Sect's Cold Blood Peak. After receiving the message from Wang Yu, the candidate elder, he agreed after a little consideration.
Firstly, 300,000 spirit stones is not a small amount; secondly, it is an intention to curry favor with this candidate elder, since most city lords of the Holy Sect only have a hundred years of management rights.
After the centennial period.
Either he would be transferred to another city, or he would have to return to the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect. For a cultivator like him who had no special skills (earning ability), this would be tantamount to cutting off his path of cultivation.
Relying on his background, he had already done his best to gain control of Golden Sword City for a century, and the Qiao family could not possibly spend resources solely on him.
Therefore, he readily agreed to Wang Yu's request.
Upon receiving the message, he put aside what he was doing, rode an ice sword, and flew away. The technique he cultivated was called "Glacier Sword Manual".
My natal magic weapon is named the [Frostblood Sword]!
It is a popular lineage among the four families of Hanxuefeng Xue, Chu, Qiao, and Ji, because the Heavenly Frost Demon Lord used this technique to condense his Nascent Soul and once displayed great power.
It is the aspiration and longing of the younger generation of the four families!
"The young man is in the early to mid-stage of Core Formation, and the two elders are in the late stage of Core Formation. This candidate elder really knows how to pick his prey..."
He murmured a few words to himself, and his figure quickly streaked across the sky.
The information Wang Yu provided was rudimentary, but it was enough for the swordsman surnamed Qiao to make an accurate judgment. Moreover, his mission was not to intercept but to track.
If the person is found, the message will be sent out, and once everyone is gathered, they will attack together. The means to conceal their identity will certainly be prepared.
It's a bit like burying your head in the sand.
But... it doesn't matter anymore. Just leave the people on this land. Who knows if they were the ones who did it?
Previously, Wang Yu felt it was inappropriate to actively poach people.
Now they are acting with unparalleled decisiveness. People change. On this land, if you don't rob others, others will rob you.
It's impossible for everyone to be happy and ascend to immortality together. This path is extremely cruel, whether in Taihu Lake or Chiyuan.
If they are defeated, they will die and their entire clan will be wiped out, never to be reincarnated.
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Two hours later.
"who?"
Wen Hua and his group of three were fleeing at top speed when he suddenly stopped, and the headband tied between his eyebrows abruptly opened a black and white eye.
This is not a supernatural power or secret technique, but a special type of magical artifact related to the pupil.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
"Is someone there?"
The two old men flanked him from both sides, glancing warily around. Wen Hua frowned and looked at a thick cloud in the distance behind him, then quickly spoke.
"Elders, that location... use a large-scale spell."
"good."
The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously took a deep breath.
whoosh whoosh—
A black wind suddenly swept across the world, each gust carrying yin-attribute magic power, as if it could shatter rocks and pierce through clouds, sweeping away everything that was obscured.
At that moment, the sound of swords rang out again.
A series of chilling sword energies suddenly erupted, blocking all the yin winds in a small area. The sword cultivator surnamed Qiao looked grim, truly not expecting to be discovered so soon after he started tracking them.
If he were the only one fighting against three Core Formation cultivators.
With two players in the later stages of the game, it's really not a good situation; they're bound to be outmatched.
Who are you?
Wen Hua asked himself a question for a moment, and then continued.
"Alright, we shouldn't waste any more time. Elders, go all out and kill this fiend."
"yes!"
"Leave it to us."
The previous attack was just a test; they hadn't used their full strength yet. Knowing the priorities, they used their full power when they attacked again!
The two magical artifacts they summoned together were actually two pitch-black earthenware jars, seemingly containing endless black water. As their magical power was activated, they were thrown into the air together.
The two top-grade magic treasures transformed into black earthenware jars hundreds of meters in size, with torrents of black water carrying an all-consuming, chilling aura as they rushed toward the sword cultivator surnamed Qiao.
He couldn't possibly sit idly by and wait to die, so he shouted sharply.
With the addition of magical power, the Frostblood Sword, the natal magic weapon, immediately emitted an even colder chill. As its size rapidly increased, the spreading black water began to freeze.
But after only a moment of stalemate, the ice blocks were broken.
The swordsman surnamed Qiao exerted all his strength, but he still couldn't stop the black water gushing from the earthenware pots from engulfing him.
"Buzz—"
Just as the battle was about to end quickly, another glacier phantom suddenly appeared in the sky, which was the innate divine power of the sword cultivator surnamed Qiao.
【Glacier Current Sword】!
The Glacier Sword Manual comes with its own set of combat sword techniques, which can be used at close range or at long range. It has the wonder of glacier movement, making it seem as if the glacier is formed from solid ice, as immovable as a mountain, and you can hardly see that it is moving.
In reality, beneath the surface, there is a turbulent undercurrent, with extreme stillness containing extreme movement. This is the mystery of this technique. This innate divine power contains the core secrets of the Glacier Sword Manual.
Once this technique was used, it froze all the black water released from the two earthenware pots.
A loud, crisp sound rang out.
The black ice river shattered, turning into a river of ice shards. The swordsman surnamed Qiao, covered in blood, roared and brandished his long sword, spinning around and delivering a leaping slash.
Then Black Ice River turned its gun and charged toward the two old men. The two men were also shocked by the strength of the swordsman surnamed Qiao, after all, there were few cultivators with such abilities in the Yin Yang Sect.
Immediately, one person wielded a clay pot, using its opening to swallow the entire river of ice fragments, while another person used a stealth technique to rush forward, and a second pitch-black clay pot suddenly covered it.
The surging sound of the flowing water inside could be heard even from thousands of meters away.
The sword cultivator surnamed Qiao is in a bad situation.
Although he could turn the tables and launch a counterattack, he ultimately couldn't overcome the insurmountable barrier between their cultivation levels. He could try to hold off one person, but fighting two at the same time was truly difficult for him.
The battle was about to end.
Wen Hua, standing behind, frowned even more deeply.
"A Core Formation cultivator from the Cold Blood Peak of the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect? Why would he be following me... Could it really be because of the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng I obtained at the auction?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Their reaction was too fast, unless the other party had also used a small teleportation array and the teleportation location was nearby.
Only in this way could they catch up so quickly, but the possibility of that is far too low.
No...that's not right.
"Rather than believing it to be a coincidence brought about by the minor teleportation array, it's more likely that it's someone nearby...—the Lord of the Holy Sect City!"
Although Wen Hua was arrogant and domineering, he was not a complete fool. When he was not fighting, he naturally had time to think about the problems he encountered along the way.
After thinking it over, this is the only possibility: someone is directing the Holy Sect City Lord to capture him!
This battle has already wasted a lot of time; if the enemy had sent out a message earlier...
Thinking of this, Wen Hua felt a chill in his heart.
He exclaimed in shock, "Elders, something's wrong. I'll go first. You deal with this person and then quickly catch up. We'll meet up with the Yin-Yang Sect."
"You're not entirely stupid."
Just as Wen Hua turned to flee, before he had even gone two miles, he suddenly heard Wang Yu's voice and saw a pair of eyes filled with terrifying killing intent looking over.
His body stiffened, tears, snot, and saliva streaming down his face.
It was like a flood bursting from a reservoir, cascading down three thousand feet!
The enormous blood-red shadow of a Shura half-body pulled its arm back.
A thunderous punch landed!
Having acquired magical power, this great divine ability has undergone a complete transformation. He had previously tested its power with Luo Chen, and now Wang Yu's cultivation has reached the peak of the third level of Core Formation.
Its power has increased dramatically compared to the day before.
The killing intent and magical power condensed into a killing fist, which slammed into Wen Hua's body, causing his consciousness to be completely invaded by the mental landscape of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
They had no time to worry about physical protection.
Just then, a circular shield of black and white enveloped him, blocking the fatal blow that would damage his body.
A certain will awakened from the shattered guardian spirit, and strange eyes, one black and one white, fixed their gaze on Wang Yu.
“Young man, this is my son. Spare his life, and all the spiritual items on his body will be yours. I will not pursue any further grievances.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Yu couldn't help but scoff.
He's an idiot to believe that. Wen Hua's father is clearly the Yin Yang Sect Master, a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages. Anyone who can cultivate to that level is a vengeful and successful person.
How could anyone tolerate such humiliation? Besides, Wen Hua possesses the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng, a Nascent Soul stage opportunity that everyone would want to snatch back!
What is currently just a divine imprint stored in the jade pendant is not the descent of the Nascent Soul old monster's true consciousness. Even after killing it, the original body of the monster might not know what it looks like.
He touched the face of the demon.
Wang Yu hissed, "You think you can fool me?!"
With a clash of fists, the Little Asura Killing Fist was unleashed once more. The Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense imprint was also enraged, and suddenly shot out a beam of yin and yang sunlight.
Wang Yu, however, seemed to transform into the aurora borealis, swiftly bypassing the pillar of light. A divine light also shot out from between his brows, but it was pitch black, carrying a fierce and malevolent intent, and charged forward.
This is—the Soul-Destroying Death Ray!
His most lethal trump card in the realm of divine sense was mastered during his six years of seclusion after leaving the Heavenly Demon Bone Forest. He was perfectly suited to deal with Nascent Soul divine sense imprints!
"Sizzle~~"
(End of this chapter)
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