Chen Xuantian sighed,
"How do you have the nerve to say such embarrassing things out loud?"
"Die—!"
"Ha!"
The old man with the wooden staff and the swordsman with the straw hat attacked together!
Hmm, the old nun actually didn’t move. It seems her Daoist Heart was shaken.
But honestly speaking, although Chen Xuantian did use a bit of the Primordial Spirit thod, it’s rather unimpressive for soone’s Daoist Heart to be shaken just by two casual remarks...
"Gale Sword Storm!"
The swordsman with the straw hat stabbed with his sword, the sword aura scattered, and the sword wind raged like a storm, leveling the Gate Valve courtyard in an instant, killing all the old and young inside the house with the sword wind, and wrapping Chen Xuantian within a mix of broken limbs and rubble!
"Mountain collapse and rock beating!"
The old man thrust his wooden staff into the ground, imdiately causing the earth to crack open with countless rock bullets shooting like raindrops from all directions towards the whirlwind! The barrage of rocks filled the sky and pulverized many maids and servants into minced at!
Chen Xuantian didn’t dodge, allowing the two to unleash their combined fierce Daoist Skills. The whirlwind surged, and the ground cracked, almost flipping the whole courtyard. The earth wrapped around Chen Xuantian’s body with sand, stones, wooden debris, and corpses, forming a ball.
Indeed, it’s impressive for two Nascent Soul ancestors to strike together, capable of overturning the world and withering mountains and seas with ease, effortlessly killing hundreds or thousands.
Unfortunately, these feeble fools have no strategy or defense against the Primordial Spirit Technique, leaving their heads exposed in the air, awaiting one’s magic like fools.
It seems the Divine Sect has not appeared in the Central Plains for many years, and people have forgotten the fear the Divine Lord brought when he crushed the world.
She was awakened by a sigh transmitted from the void.
The old nun snapped her eyes open, realizing she was in the courtyard, which remained intact despite the chaos that should have ensued.
anwhile, the old man’s body was half-buried in the earth, his mouth and nose bleeding, firmly stuck in the ground.
The swordsman with the straw hat had his body split, head resting inside the hat on the eaves.
Standing on the eaves was the Demon Sect person with the blood-covered human face mask, his five fingers piercing into the skull as if caressing a ball in his palm.
"It’s, it’s the Primordial Spirit thod! At what mont did it take effect!"
Chen Xuantian glanced at her,
"When did you start to get the illusion that I didn’t use Mirror Flower Water Moon?"
"What, Mirror Flower Water Moon?"
"Cough, cough, sorry, wrong line, let’s start again."
So Chen Xuantian snapped his fingers again.
The old nun snapped her eyes open, realizing she was in the courtyard again, which was still intact despite the chaos that should have ensued.
The swordsman with the straw hat had his body split apart, and his head and hat were scattered on the eaves.
The old man’s body was buried in the earth, his severed neck gushing blood, his head torn off.
Standing in the courtyard was the Demon Sect person with the blood-covered human face mask, his five fingers piercing into the skull like holding a ball.
"Ah, ah, ah! Demon! Demon Path!"
Facing the demon who suddenly appeared before her, the old nun was terrified, with no will to fight!
She spat out Essence Blood, summoned a Teleportation Talisman, and fled the scene!
Chen Xuantian ignored her; after finishing off the old man with the wooden staff, he threw the head away and snapped his fingers.
The old nun snapped her eyes open, realizing she was still standing in the sa spot.
The Demon Sect person with the blood-covered human face mask had instantaneously teleported in front of her, causing her breath to halt, and her whole body trembled and weakened with no resistance.
So Chen Xuantian reached out, plucked off her head, held it in his hand, and asked,
"Who sent you?"
The old nun,
"Shanglin Captain..."
All three answered the sa, which seems accurate. But to think just a re captain could command three Nascent Souls is quite remarkable. I wonder if he’s from the Divine Sect or Mystic Sect.
Chen Xuantian casually threw the head away, leapt out of the courtyard, stealthily moved a distance, and found another similar wealthy household, performing the sa thod. He glared at the elder in seclusion in the back courtyard, dragged him out, and devoured him.
Then he perford the Primordial Spirit Ergence, slipped underground, and freed the 128 wronged souls oppressed under the courtyard columns, allowing them to reincarnate. He then scattered the souls of the lords, masters, ladies, and young mistresses living inside, burying them underground, switching souls and positions, and setting up his knockoff Mirror Flower Water Moon Array as a protective array for secluded cultivation.
Cough, cough, well, technically this can’t be called Mirror Flower Water Moon, as this technique is also recorded in the Divine Sect’s archives, famously known as,
White paper flag waving with ominous air, blood-stained garnts wailing of lost souls, never believed in the path of immortality, grievances and hatred resolved!
Blood Talisman Ten Desolation Soul Formation!
...Simplified version, Soul Loss Formation.
Hmm, actually, as long as one binds so wronged souls with the Secret Technique and sets so illusionary influences, it can be called a Soul Formation. The more souls, the significantly greater the strength of the Primordial Spirit thod, equivalent to having the souls fighting with you, adding additional Primordial Spirit thod damage within the Array based on the number of souls, effortlessly controlling three Nascent Souls at once.
But the Three Constellations indeed live up to being the heart of the world, the hub of the Central Plains, with nurous talents.
Even after only sitting for two days, Chen Xuantian felt a slight movent of Divine Sense on his forehead, indicating soone’s Divine Thought had scanned over, clearly signaling soone had burst into the array, approaching proactively.
"Who has co to court death now?"
Chen Xuantian quickly donned the human skin mask, tamorphosed into Blood Clothes, perford the Primordial Spirit Ergence, and prepared the Array to welco the guest.
This ti there was just one intruder, donned in silk robes, trailing behind with flowing sleeves and curving hem, walking with a dignified crown and flying tassels, with a large figure and robust appearance. Observing his peculiar Primordial Spirit like this, he must have at least the cultivation level of two or three Thunder Tribulations, no wonder he dared to enter the array alone, engaging in a magical battle.
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