He now felt that his previous deductions were not quite accurate. Zhang Yan had repeatedly shown his extraordinary qualities. He thought carefully for a mont, and realized that not only his younger peers in the sect, but even he, himself, might not easily defeat Zhang Yan, causing him restless discomfort, wishing he could instantly charge out and eliminate him.
Zhou Qingyun remained silent for a while, then softly said, "Even if he has so skills, but..."
Zhou Huang interrupted her, speaking solemnly, "No need to mind this, we now have an excellent opportunity. Just wait for my orders."
Feng Haiyang watched as the towering hand of shock receded towards Yao Yin Peak, kept his gaze for a mont, and then returned to Wu Han Cheng, Yu Cultivator, and Yang Bi, saying with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, I suppose none of you wish to abandon the token talisman, so there is only left to compete."
Wu Han Cheng appeared calm, although he was irritated and remorseful inside.
Defeated in his previous battle against Gao Ruowang, he had no face to fight again. Fortunately, his fellow sect brother accompanying him this ti had a good temperant and had no intention of competing with him, allowing him back on the battlefield.
Yet, who would have thought he would encounter such a formidable figure; his mind was ready to withdraw, but for a mont, he couldn’t afford to lose face.
He thought to himself, "This person is a Nascent Soul Second Realm Cultivator, three Gang Clouds around the crown, how could one possibly contend against him? Just fight for a few rounds and save so face back ho."
With a hardened resolve, his figure shook, erging gradually a tall golden armored god-like shadow, about ten fathoms high, holding whip and beads, extrely mighty. Once appeared, it rged and solidified with him, and the god figure opened its eyes with a thundering voice, "Demon, watch subdue you!"
Feng Haiyang looked at him with a smile, "I have long heard of the Pingdu Sect’s Dharma Spirit being mysterious, and of the might of ghost gods. Now I shall witness it."
He waved his sleeves, and at his feet, within the rolling Nether Spring, suddenly hundreds of Devils flew out like locusts, wailing and rushing toward the three, with the majority targeting Wu Han Cheng.
Yu Cultivator, disciple of Hai Zhen Temple, had often faced off against the Six Great Demon Sects, aware of these Devils’ ferocity, dared not engage directly and imdiately retreated while shaking out a hundred Thunder Talismans into the Devil horde, creating a burst of explosions.
At the sa ti, he opened a Jade Scroll, conjuring a protective Spirit Light around himself, then further deployed a Protective Treasure Light encircling him tightly.
Still not reassured, he launched a group of Jin Clouds, stepping onto them, transforming into a rainbow to a high place, feeling slightly at ease.
Yang Bi, on the other hand, with a solemn expression and silent, raised his hand and unleashed dozens of sharp sword lights, slicing through hundreds of incoming Devils in unison.
Only monts later, the scattering black clouds and condensed clouds began to gather again, his eyes flashing, and he swung out dozens of sword lights repeatedly, until when hundreds of Devils reappeared, counted carefully, there were already fewer by one or two.
He thought internally, "This thing is not impossible to kill."
anwhile, atop Yao Yin Sect’s peak, Zhang Boyant ca beside Zhang Yan, glanced a few tis, sneeringly said, "That Yang Bi is rely wasting Mana, this ’Ten Thousand Spirits Yin Void Tribulation Water’ is not so easily broken? Devils need only roll through that water again, and will be as nurous as before unless my fellow disciple nephew is killed, otherwise no way to deal with it."
Zhang Yan nodded; this technique he had indeed heard Zhang Boyant ntion before.
’Ten Thousand Spirits Yin Void Tribulation Water’ is one of Nether Spring Sect’s most formidable Dharma techniques, capable of hosting nine thousand Devils, known as ’Ten Thousand Spirits.’
Only Nascent Soul cultivators can master this technique; initially, a cultivator can only refine three thousand Devils, able to drive them to consu human blood and flesh, devour Essence Qi to nourish the Tribulation Water.
Though plentiful, these Devils are not difficult to kill, typical Xuann True Dharma and Thunder Techniques can eradicate them;
Once cultivation rises a tier to Nascent Soul Second realm, they could refine another three thousand Devils; these Devils have developed a touch of Spiritual Wisdom, and upon release, can absorb and refine Demonic Qi to strengthen themselves. As long as they are not killed in one blow, they will regroup, quite troubleso to deal with;
Above the second realm, the Nether River remains subjected to the Mana of the casting cultivators, not overly difficult to manage.
But should one ascend further, refining an additional three thousand Devils, these Devils wander between existence and illusion, seemingly solid yet ethereal, mirage-like yet real; so long as the Tribulation Water doesn’t dry up, there is no birth nor extinction.
At such heights, even killing the cultivator leaves the Tribulation Water persisting, unless eradicated entirely through Great Dharma Power.
This Demon Sect technique is so trendously hard to refine that indeed only a scant few in Nether Spring Sect have successfully practiced it.
Observing Feng Haiyang with Nascent Soul Second Realm cultivation, he clearly has Devils refined to the second tier realm, contending one against three seems effortless; were his Daoist Cultivation to progress further, becoming a Nascent Soul Third Realm cultivator, his strength would be remarkable.
While Zhang Yan and Zhang Boyant conversed, Wu Han Cheng found himself in peril; failing to withdraw tily, lacking effective Escape Technique, hundreds of unkillable Devils began gnawing at him,
These Devils latch on with their mouths and do not release; within monts, they envelop his body, fiercely biting and consuming Essence Qi.
The manifested Jin Family’s Divine General, though bloodless, still needed his Mana to sustain; only lasting briefly before turning hazy, seeming to fade away.
Wu Han Cheng, terrified, realizing that if the external Dharma Spirit vanishes, his fate is sealed; hence he shouted loudly, "I am willing to..."
He wished to concede but halfway in saying this, the fire Spirit Venerate manifestation completely shattered, hundreds of Devils shrieked vehently, swarming inward, several biting into his neck, eliciting a miserable hopeless scream.
Wu Han Cheng displayed a look of despair, and in his last conscious monts, mustered the remaining Mana from his body, threw it one final ti towards Feng Haiyang as a flashing incessant Spirit Light.
This seed like a serpent-shaped Dharma Sword, rapidly flying upon release, illuminating the Heavenly Vault and piercing the sky.
Having reached within a hundred fathoms near Feng Haiyang, he faintly smiled, his feet sprayed Tribulation Water like tides, rolling over his head.
This Dharma Treasure upon touching the Tribulation Water appeared tainted and corroded, its Spirit Light dimd, wavering, then after a few surges from the water, beca riddled and hollow, a pitiful sight, yet so semblance of its master’s will persisted, eventually pressing forward to Feng Haiyang’s front, where he simply glanced, carelessly flicked his sleeve, dispersing it into the atmosphere.
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