The once pitch-black canyon suddenly began to brighten with specks of golden firelight, which then transford into clusters of golden fireworks, revealing Tu Ming’s silhouette amidst the blaze, no longer so mysterious and terrifying.
"This mirror of yours seems to be a sixth rank peak artifact. Did the Heavenly Sovereign leave it to you?"
Tu Ming looked at the Haotian Mirror’s illusory shadow in the sky with a solemn expression, hardly understanding how this mirror possessed such power, attributing it to the entire Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation’s reinforcent.
"Indeed, I crafted this Haotian Mirror using the Fire Elent Immortal Scripture left by the Heavenly Sovereign. You’re the first to witness the true power of my Lifespan Artifact." Chen Mobai spoke entirely truthfully. As the Second Prival Spirit’s Pure Yang Scroll operated, the golden radiance of the Haotian Mirror even began to burn, and the flas faintly transford into a phoenix’s shadow, its exorcism power causing the black flies to crumble instantly.
From afar, it seed as though the black smoke initially rising from the canyon was imdiately collapsed by a descending golden firelight column, igniting the black smoke, which retracted at a faster pace.
Relying on the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation, Tu Ming’s Black Fly Sky Demon Avatar, evolved through the Hell Disk, was suppressed by the Haotian Mirror, and even the most dreadful devouring propagation couldn’t manifest.
Upon witnessing this scene, Tu Ming’s expression turned pale.
He never imagined that the Black Fly Demon God’s power would be ineffective.
What kind of power is it that, once consud, cannot be digested?
No, it’s not that it can’t be digested, but it can’t be easily and quickly assimilated like other Deity Transformation Powers. At first, when consud in small amounts, it wasn’t noticeable, but as more was eaten, these black flies couldn’t withstand it and began to burn.
It’s not just his Netherworld Scripture; even the innate divine skills of the Black Fly Demon God are restrained by Chen Guixian’s cultivation technique?
Thinking of this, Tu Ming had no intention of fighting to the death. He collected the Hell Disk overhead, then his body exploded into countless black flies, resembling a dark cloud exploding in the canyon, avoiding the central overhead Haotian Mirror’s radiance and scattering to escape in all directions.
"Oh, fellow cultivator, are you leaving already? I haven’t agreed yet!"
Chen Mobai had just suppressed the Black Fly Sky Demon Avatar, verifying that the Pure Yang Scroll was not only effective against Tianhe Realm’s Demon Path traditions but also restrained those transcendent, ascended Demon Path Great Abilities. He was in high spirits, seeing Tu Ming transforming into countless scattered black flies, with no intent to let the tiger escape to its lair.
He had waited over a hundred years to bait Tu Ming into his trap, determined to resolve this today.
If left to the disciples, the burden would be quite heavy.
Faced with his mocking words, Tu Ming pretended not to hear, combining the Black Fly Sky Demon Avatar with the Shadow Escape Technique, secretly preparing to open the Netherworld Mansion’s door. As long as one fly could escape, he could survive.
At this mont, the Second Prival Spirit waved its sleeve, and from the sky, a bright circle of light erged, forming a complete set of one hundred mirrors.
With the reinforcent of the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation, these were equivalent to the Haotian Mirror.
As over a hundred mirrors’ radiance appeared, the mirror surfaces automatically aid at the canyon engulfed in scattered black smoke flies, and hundreds of huge golden radiance beams, like columns of fire, swiftly enveloped the canyon, leaving no shadow.
Tu Ming’s clever sche instantly fell through.
Starting with the outermost flies, each was gradually dyed golden, then burned and fell, rapidly reducing the canyon’s entire black shroud to just three feet ahead of him.
Tu Ming’s form was forced to reassemble and erge.
At this mont, he faintly felt sothing amiss.
It seed that he had fallen into an invisible trap, like a giant snares deliberately laid by the opponent, who had been waiting for his arrival, then unleashed their array to overwhelm him.
The sight of these hundred mirror lights was evidently a powerful formation, amplifying the power of an originally solitary sixth rank mirror artifact, explicitly against him.
But why did Chen Guixian seem so confident that he would co here?
Even Tu Ming himself decided to choose this canyon at the last mont to summon Su Ziluo.
Rumble!
But now was not the ti to ponder, as countless mirror lights interwoven covered the ground canyon, which began to crack and collapse, while the black flies on Tu Ming’s surface dwindled from billions to a re few.
Seeing the radiance nearing him, Tu Ming appeared to anticipate his and the flies before him disintegrating into sparks.
He gritted his teeth, disregarding the pain, and directly released the eighteen-cornered Hell Disk.
A mouthful of essence blood sprayed onto the pitch-black disk’s center.
Instantly, the previously sparse surface flies swiftly expanded in size.
The remaining thirteen flies, as though inflated, grew from grain-sized beings to enormous creatures akin to mountains.
Chen Mobai, observing everything through the Sky Curtain Ground Network’s lock, easily spotted the key mont.
After Tu Ming sprayed his essence blood onto the black disk, it seed as though the seal was lifted, releasing endless dark power to augnt these black flies.
This power appeared closely related to the black flies, causing them to rapidly grow, even attempting to withstand the Haotian Mirror’s light, transforming them into gigantic fly creatures as tall as mountains.
However, no matter how powerful, within the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation, he could still suppress them.
Unless it was true Cultivating Void.
Evidently, the power erging from the Hell Disk, though endless, was confined to a boundary, avoiding triggering the Tianhe Realm’s Great Dao Rules.
"Ah..."
At this mont, Tu Ming let out a scream as Chen Mobai saw a fly, resembling black jade, crawl from the Hell Disk, land on his forehead, and burrow inside.
Recalling Ye Qing’s ntion regarding the Disk of Life and Death, Chen Mobai approximately deduced the truth.
He glanced at the Hell Disk, his eyebrows knitted tightly.
Boom!
Under the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation’s reinforcent, the Second Prival Spirit steered the Haotian Mirror to shine more brilliantly, forcibly suppressing the thirteen mountainous fly creatures. Yet, the entire Eastern Wilderness Plateau began to shake intensely from the clash of these two powers.
Fortunately, each Immortal City on the plateau had formations spontaneously maintaining stability, preventing a massive earthquake.
Witnessing this, Tu Ming’s expression drastically changed, surprised his self-sacrifice to summon the Black Fly Demon God’s descending power couldn’t defeat the Eastern Wilderness Qing Emperor before him.
[Keep the green hills lest there’s no fuel for future fires.]
Two reincarnations had cultivated path dependency in Tu Ming, no longer attempting to directly kill Chen Mobai or prove himself.
He montarily unleashed all the Demon God’s power from the Hell Disk, causing the thirteen giant black flies to distort and expand.
Chen Mobai knew that if allowed these black flies to explode, even with the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation, the Eastern Wilderness Plateau would suffer imnse damage. Therefore, he promptly wrapped the flies in Haotian Mirror radiance, forcibly suppressing them from exploding while sending them up to the Ninth Heaven Tian Gang.
anwhile, Tu Ming seized the opportunity to utilize the Netherworld Mansion’s door, aiming to teleport using his nearest previous coordinates.
Seeing the erging dark portal before him, Tu Ming hesitated not, stepping straight through.
Once stepping out, however, he realized the scene before him differed from his previous coordinates at Bright Mirror Mountain.
Moreover, how was the Eastern Wilderness Qing Emperor still here?
Did he pursue him this swiftly?
"Fellow cultivator, you have arrived!" Sitting atop Wandering Mountain, Chen Mobai greeted Tu Ming with a slight smile.
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