Capítulo 4164: Chapter 1962: Disrobing_2
“Insolent!”
The space within the Blood World Pearl resounded with a thunderous roar.
The Divine Throne suddenly exploded, and Cursed Yin vanished along with it.
At the sa ti, the heavens split open, revealing a massive purple vertical pupil, which widened sharply, seemingly reflecting the blurry figure of Cursed Yin pinching a spell.
“Confine!”
Yet, not even a single word had escaped its lips.
Over at Dao Qiongcang’s side, a technique had just concluded, but rather than shattering the Divine Throne, it rely caused a ripple.
He remained suspended in mid-air, maintaining the sa elegant resting posture as Cursed Yin before, humorously gazing at Xu Xiaoshou:
“Do you believe that after all these days together, I can fully discern what Cursed Yin is thinking?”
…
Xu Xiaoshou remained silent.
In truth, the character “囧” startled more than just Cursed Yin, and what stirred people’s imagination was not just the red four-cornered underwear.
There was also a fleeting glimpse seen before while traversing the river of ti, that identical “囧” pattern on the Demon Ancestor’s stone statue in the Cold Palace Emperor Realm stone temple.
To this day, Xu Xiaoshou still hadn’t figured out from what era it originated, who carved it, or how the Demon Ancestor remained completely unaware of it.
What was even more surprising was Elder Dao the Flamboyant’s current tough stance.
Everyone knows Dao Qiongcang is extrely cautious, and with even a slight “what if,” this guy would never reveal his trump card directly.
Yet now, facing Cursed Yin, he dared to tear off his disguise, to confront directly and even boast loudly?
If it were anyone else, Xu Xiaoshou would think that person had really chosen a path leading to death.
But this person was Dao Qiongcang…
Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but entertain a fanciful thought, is Cursed Yin dood?
“Cursed Yin’s intent, if it can’t defeat , then it wants to harness the power of the Blood World Pearl.”
Dao Qiongcang had just spoken, yet the intent form here remained still, even when the heavens in the pearl’s space split to reveal the purple vertical pupil.
At Cross Corner Street, his body that stood on the Blood World Pearl lifted its foot heavily again.
“Great Killing Technique!”
Boom!
Another stomp was executed forcefully.
With just the pure unleashing of Holy Power alone, it caused severe chaos within the space of the Blood World Pearl.
Along with that, the vertical pupil in the sky also halted its spellcasting, allowing Dao Qiongcang to take the advantage once more, deploying a technique of the Sui Sect.
He lay across the sky, propping his chin with one hand, while the other pointed distantly towards the void:
“Great Confinent Technique!”
A soft sound of water rushing echoed again, this ti Xu Xiaoshou understood fully, there was a fundantal difference compared to the previously seen Divine Thirty-Six Form.
At this mont, each ti Dao Qiongcang cast a technique, a river of mory surged from beneath him.
And the ancient nature of this river, its overwhelming power, its domineering amplification…
Yet one could not help but think of the Ti Ancestor and the river of ti, and also Cursed Yin’s evaluation of the river of ti and Yu Hen’s lant regarding it:
“Standing upon the river of ti, not entering the cycle of creation and destruction of the Great Path, traversing ancient and modern, understanding fate, dwelling in the secular world, its form and intent transcendent.”
Such is the river of ti.
This river of mory and the river of ti, while differing by only two words, what is their essential difference?
Xu Xiaoshou, in the Extre Realm of the Great Path of Will, could not discern any insights from the fleeting river of mory.
Or rather, he clearly saw the river of mory appear, but once it disappeared, he didn’t dwell much on it.
It seed like…
The river of ti was important.
The river of mory, not important at all.
“Buzz!”
Starlight was montarily veiled.
In the high sky, the forbidden technique of Cursed Yin within the vertical pupil had not yet been unleashed, all its power confined by Dao Qiongcang’s Great Confinent Technique, detained within an intangible bottle.
Cursed Yin tried to break free, but was montarily unable to do so, as if confined to a paper sheet.
Contrary to Xu Xiaoshou’s observer perspective…
Undergoing the technique, Cursed Yin felt extrely constrained.
The rushing sound of water echoed beside the ear again, but this ti no river was seen.
Conversely, within the confined spiritual technique space and under the extrely oppressive perspective, at a slight glance, Cursed Yin saw that above the “river,” many “pieces of mory” that seed to inject themselves, drifted past.
“Already a person of the river?”
Cursed Yin recognized its predicant and was utterly shocked.
Being within this mountain, it awakens to the mountain’s grandeur.
Being within this river, one realizes the river’s vastness.
This river of mory, could it symbolize that Dao Qiongcang’s mory Path has already reached a level of Super Taoization?
Even to the point of…
No!
Impossible!
How could that ant possibly…
At this mont, Cursed Yin had co to terms, or rather was forced to accept, that Dao Qiongcang’s previous facade was all a ploy to enfeeble the enemy.
Yet it still could not accept that when Dao Qiongcang tore off his disguise, stripping away that seemingly weak and bully-able exterior, the attitude and thods revealed were so assertive!
“Confine!”
The previous two techniques were completely ineffective.
Cursed Yin had no choice but to put away its underestimation, treating Dao Qiongcang seriously, and when its third technique was about to be pinched…
“Hush, listen.”
Below, lying across the void, in a manner even more imposing than Cursed Yin, Dao Qiongcang gently placed a finger in front of his lips.
“Listen to what?”
Xu Xiaoshou generously tilted his ear to listen.
Unexpectedly, the high and mighty Cursed Yin also paused its technique montarily, seemingly not believing that Dao Qiongcang could truly discern its every thought with consecutive guesses.
The unpredictability of the human heart, imasurable.
How could one who calculates the human heart, do so without any omissions or errors?
Yet the corner of Dao Qiongcang’s lips slightly lifted: “The sound of panic and desperation.”
Cursed Yin was stunned, then imdiately furious.
Tricked!
This guy couldn’t possibly discern Cursed Yin’s thoughts; he rely grasped Cursed Yin’s character slightly.
Knowing that if he guessed one or two correctly, with Cursed Yin’s nature, it would pause to hear his third guess.
“Confine·Origin…”
Within the Ghost Buddha Realm, within the intertwined Life Seed, the true body of Cursed Yin, who had long since ford the hand seals in rage, did not plan for minor skirmishes and was about to burst out from the seed.
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