Spiritual techniques like the Golden Mysterious Finger’s Saintly Path spiritual cultivation attributes are useful against Master i Siren and the like, but when facing Xu Xiaoshou, even Saint Xin should know the pros and cons, so he basically never uses them.
From this point of view, when choosing between the Saintly Path and the Phantom Swords Technique, Xu Xiaoshou undoubtedly will choose the latter.
And today, he will achieve what he wants and seize the treasure!
"Co on, treasure, co out quickly, I’ve been waiting for you for so long."
Xu Xiaoshou’s eager and affectionate deanor made Wu Bao, who was at the side, furrow his brows, a bit unwilling to watch directly, but also aware this person is exactly like this.
Utterly disappointing!
Between the third Venerable Extre Kan Position, though the background has been condensing, the Cursed Yin Dharma Form hasn’t appeared yet.
The third strand of Xu Xiaoshou’s Seizing Dao Moat is linking with the third Venerable Extre Kan Position, and it’s apparent that while the understanding of the Phantom Swords Technique is excellent, much is still lacking.
Compared to the ever-changing Cursed Yin, what he obtained from "Cursed" is far inferior.
"Could it be that Cursed Yin has been refined, been robbed by Saint Xin, the Origin True Stele’s power is lacking, and he can’t condense the Venerable Extre Dharma Form?"
A shock ran through his mind, flashes of such speculation crossing his thoughts.
Actually, it seems this should be the natural developnt; the appearance of the War Ancestor’s Dharma Form cos from the strong will of the War Ancestor.
The appearance of the Hua Ancestor’s Dharma Form cos from the perfection and flawlessness of the character华.
Cursed Yin, until the mont of his fall, was imperfect; before the Origin True Stele was resolved, even his will had been completely refined by Saint Xin.
Indeed, he has cultivated the ever-changing Self, perhaps his self is not yet extinct.
But after his fall, through the "Cursed" character, if he can’t condense the Cursed Yin Dharma Form, it’s quite possible!
"Xu Xiaoshou, over there."
At this mont, the War Ancestor’s Dharma Form pointed out of nowhere, signaling towards the corner of the third Venerable Extre Kan Position.
Following the sound, he looked over to see in the background of the Divine Relics’ Thirty-Three Heavens, the skeleton throne was empty, yet from the dark corner, rustling sounds erged, accompanied by a sinister voice:
"Well, Xu Xiaoshou!"
"Well, War Wu Zhao!"
"Using the Way of Nas to analyze the Origin True Stele, using my path to communicate the will of the fallen Ancestral God, reverse tracing the Great Path’s true anings, shaping the Ancestral God Dharma Form, such robbing path techniques are unheard of, the Cursed Yin City is amazed."
Who?
Who’s speaking!
Although that voice was eerie, it was incredibly childish, like a child dragging a pompous tone.
Xu Xiaoshou rubbed his eyes and took a good, detailed look again, utterly shocked.
A little figure erged from the corner, only as big as a normal person’s palm but with three heads and six arms, each forehead bearing a purple evil eye.
There is no doubt, it’s Cursed Yin!
But distinct from the previously seen sinister and mischievous Cursed Yin on the skeleton throne, this little guy had a round head and big eyes, cute and pink, albeit with three protruding chins and a disdainful look, carrying an attitude of ’I am invincible’...
Indeed, not invincible at all!
Cursed Yin was no longer the Cursed Yin Evil God but had beco Cursed Yin Baby!
"Ah?"
Xu Xiaoshou was completely bewildered.
Due to the Origin True Stele’s power deficiency, the Cursed Yin Dharma Form was supposed to not be able to condense.
But since Cursed Yin finished the cultivation of the ever-changing Self before his fall, his strength couldn’t display the combat prowess of a returning-to-zero Ancestral God, yet in perception, he successfully reached the height of a returning-to-zero Ancestral God.
In other words, his will is even higher than that of the War Ancestor!
So, Seizing Dao Moat condensed an anomaly—Cursed Yin beca a Cursed Yin Baby, and through a minimized form, seemingly succeeded?
"What are you looking at!"
"Believe it or not, Cursed Yin will gouge out your eyes!"
The little Cursed Yin seemingly aware of his current embarrassing state, looked at Xu Xiaoshou’s expression trying to hold back a laugh, and was infuriated.
He jumped as if trying to leap out of the Venerable Extre Slash Kan Position to hit soone but bumped against the intangible barrier.
"Ouch."
The six small hands held his head, Cursed Yin Baby’s eyes widened, murderous intent bursting forth, yet he could only slide down feebly from the spatial barrier.
Silence!
Deathly stillness!
In the Venerable Extre Slash Space, even a pin drop could be heard.
"Pfft!"
Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t hold it anymore and laughed aloud.
The War Ancestor was just laughing uncontrollably, and his three-ter body almost collapsed from the laughter caused by the Cursed Yin Baby, tears about to spill, pointing a finger larger than Cursed Yin’s size, in disbelief:
"Cursed Yin?"
"Are you so young?"
"Could it be you’ve regressed to the technique developnt period, returned to a three-month swaddling state? Boom boom boom boom boom boom..."
That ’boom boom boom’ was not thunder but the laughter of the War Ancestor.
Listening to that thunderous laughter, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t laugh anymore, why is each odder than the other?
Isn’t the Venerable Extre Slash Space supposed to be the gathering place of Ancestral Gods, sacred?
Ancestral Gods!
Lofty and unfathomable!
Why now does only Hua Changdeng seem the most revered?
"A re weak Wu dares to speak wildly before Cursed Yin?"
The little baby spread out his six hands, though not particularly long, his fingers habitually curved as if holding onto so substantial power.
With his three round heads, the three Cursed Yin Eyes narrowed together, emitting a seemingly harmless purple light, coldly-yet-softly saying:
"Ti retreats three thousand years, Cursed Yin lets you have five hands, and you can’t touch even the corner of my clothes, yet you dare laugh?"
"War Dao? Five deficiencies? re facade, no stamina!"
"Even the Dao can’t be cultivated fully, yet fell to others’ sches, if I were you, I’d clamp my left shoulder, punch myself to die, to avoid being embarrassing upon revival!"
Xu Xiaoshou’s face turned serious, his gaze sweeping towards Wu Bao.
The War Ancestor seed to be caught by the ridicule, stunned on the spot, frozen for no less than three breaths, afterward...
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