Capítulo 1977: Chapter 1976: Trump Card, Blood Sacrifice
The balance of Yin and Yang is gradually losing control.
This is sothing Loose Man Wuwei didn’t anticipate.
Nor did the Acacia cult foresee this.
Normally, the Acacia cult’s cultivation technique has never encountered such a situation.
Even the ancestor of the Acacia cult, who founded this dual cultivation thod, never saw such phenona.
It can be said that Loose Man Wuwei has taken the Acacia cult’s cultivation down another path.
Excess Yin and deficient Yang.
Indeed, the balance of Yin and Yang is lost; Loose Man Wuwei’s cultivation, in the end, led to only a Yin death aura without Yang energy.
By this ti, the Acacia cult has already been trying to compensate.
No one knows what will happen if he continues to cultivate this way.
But Loose Man Wuwei rejected it.
He still stubbornly believes that governing without action, conforming to heavenly principles.
That is the best cultivation state.
It’s also sothing no one expected that Loose Man Wuwei’s way of cultivation ultimately made his strength increasingly strong.
Up to now, he is one of the top masters of the Acacia cult.
Only a handful can surpass him.
At this mont, Loose Man Wuwei is enveloped in Yin death aura.
These Yin death aura are cultivated by him typically, generally dispersing outside the body.
Even Loose Man Wuwei can’t take the Yin death aura inside the body, fearing he couldn’t endure it.
But having the Yin death aura outside is extrely inconvenient for Loose Man Wuwei’s daily life.
Thus, he extracted the Yin death aura and placed it alone into a sealing bottle, only releasing it during combat to perate the body.
At this mont, Loose Man Wuwei approaches.
The Yin death aura roars, aligning with Liao Zhi’s Blood Jade Sword, charging toward Xu Zii.
Both forces are very powerful.
Especially the Yin death aura which can cause death upon contact, extrely troubleso.
Yet Xu Zii’s gaze remains calm.
As if indifferent to these.
His Tyrant Shadow roars, an overwhelming tide of Blade Qi sweeps over.
No need for other techniques, the sheer strength and mighty suppression is enough to defeat the opponent.
He waves his large hand.
A blade clashes with the Blood Jade Sword.
One hand reaches toward Loose Man Wuwei.
“Boom” goes the sound.
The blade and the sword collide, powerful energy rippling outward.
The power of Tyrant Shadow’s strike is too strong.
First, it annihilates all the blood aura inside the Blood Jade Sword.
Before Liao Zhi could react, the Jade Sword unexpectedly shatters.
“Crack, crack.”
The sword fractures into several pieces.
“How is this possible,” Liao Zhi is shocked, quickly retreating.
Yet the shattered Jade Sword quickly rges again.
However, the newly rged Jade Sword is obviously not as sharp and smooth as before.
Full of cracks on the surface.
It can be seen, this sword wants to return to its forr state, but it needs to undergo much nurturing.
Ignoring Liao Zhi’s retreat, Xu Zii’s other hand has already caught Loose Man Wuwei.
The surface of his palm, dense Life Energy covers within.
Directly ignoring the intrusion of Yin death aura.
One grasp at Loose Man Wuwei’s neck.
“This is impossible, my Yin death aura has never failed,” Loose Man Wuwei shouts angrily.
Struggling desperately.
The Yin death aura seems angry too, starting to drill into Xu Zii’s body.
But the Life Energy in Xu Zii’s body keeps it entirely isolated.
“There’s nothing impossible,” Xu Zii says calmly.
“I hope you understand after death, so people are not to be provoked, nor should they be.”
He forcefully uses his right hand, directly breaking the opponent’s head, and destroys his Divine Soul.
Loose Man Wuwei’s Divine Soul wants to escape.
Three Flowers bloom in two directions, each fleeing respectively.
As long as one escapes, he has a chance to revive.
Unfortunately, Xu Zii gives him no chance.
The Tyrant Shadow in his hand sweeps across the sky, the horizon as the backdrop, a long whistle echoes.
“Boom!”
The Blade Qi stretches long, directly shattering the entire Divine Soul.
“Damn it,” Ancestor Qiankun is beside, Furious Eyes yet afraid.
“We thought we had valued him enough, but still underestimated him.”
“Let’s go,” Liao Zhi already has the intention to retreat.
Mainly because his Jade Sword is broken.
Even his fighting spirit has left.
“Is it ti to retreat now,” Ancestor Qiankun shouted.
“His strength is greater than ours, we can’t escape.
If we don’t join forces now and get defeated by him one by one, then surely we shall perish.”
“The problem now is, even if we join forces, we’re no match for him,” Liao Zhi rationally said.
“Don’t worry, I have a trump card,” Ancestor Qiankun said softly.
“Can you hold him for ten seconds?”
“Impossible,” Liao Zhi sincerely shook his head.
“Five seconds at most.”
“Then we work together to delay him for ten seconds,” Ancestor Qiankun said.
His heart had so opinions.
This Liao Zhi is quite incompetent, not able to hold for ten seconds.
His plan was not to intervene originally.
But now it seems, not intervening is not an option.
The two look at Xu Zii, seemingly with a determination to face death.
Their True Fate erges.
The True Fate of Ancestor Qiankun is a huge hamr.
Uncertain if this Qiankun Sect has a special fondness for hamrs.
After the hamr appears, the power of Ancestor Qiankun seems to increase significantly.
Especially the pair of hamrs in his hand, more like they’ve co to life.
Liao Zhi’s True Fate, thus, is a Blood Kylin.
This Blood Kylin is small, as tiny as a Jade Pendant, it floats in the void like this.
Whoever sees it feels it is unsettlingly eerie.
As if the Blood Kylin wants to co alive.
“Blood Sacrifice!”
Liao Zhi shouted low.
Powerful forces surged.
Only a “Boom” is heard.
Only to see the Jade Sword in his hand fly straight out, piercing the center of the Blood Kylin.
Instantly transforming into countless blood lines, wrapping towards Xu Zii.
At this mont, Qiankun’s hamr descended from the sky.
Presumably, this is Ancestor Qiankun’s strongest strike.
And the blood lines are also waiting for the right mont from all directions.
Xu Zii raised the Tyrant Shadow, colliding with Qiankun’s hamr.
“It’s now,” Liao Zhi’s eyes brightened.
Nurous blood lines seem to find the opportunity.
Directly restraining Xu Zii to the spot.
“Ancestor Qiankun, where is the trump card you said?” Liao Zhi shouted.
Ancestor Qiankun turned his head, towards a corner of the void.
Shouted: “Master Three Thousand, what are you waiting for?”
Upon hearing this, Liao Zhi’s eyes brightened.
Indeed, there’s Master Three Thousand.
Although, the beginning of the battle saw Master Three Thousand killed first by Xu Zii.
But the one killed was just an incarnation of Master Three Thousand.
The real Master Three Thousand is still alive.
A great laughter is heard.
“Throughout history, those who kill my avatar, not a one has survived.”
Master Three Thousand’s figure erges.
But at this mont, Master Three Thousand is not a single person, as seen many figures of Master Three Thousand appear in the void.
Densely pouring in from all directions.
These are all his avatars.
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