Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 113 Nonsense, Qingyang Thunder Fire Pearl
"According to the records in the jade slips left behind, this technique was passed down from the upper realm more than ten thousand years ago. As for its efficacy, I'm sure you can guess it."

Having said this, Nie Zhaonan paused and kept silent.

The people from Qingyang Sect all looked thoughtful, silently judging the truthfulness of Nie Zhaonan's words.

Especially the young master of Qingyang Sect, his eyes were shining as he looked at the crystal-like jade-like natal flying sword in front of Nie Zhaonan, which was surrounded by spiritual light. Although it was a little small, it was indeed extraordinary.

Later, as if he had thought of something, a smile from the heart appeared on the face of the young master of Qingyang Sect.

Could it be that it was passed down from the ancient times when the demon world invaded the human world and the monks from the upper world came down to help the monks in the human world fight against the demons?
The young master of Qingyang Sect combined this answer with the sect's classics he had read, and this answer emerged involuntarily in his mind.

Otherwise, how can we explain that there are such heaven-defying skills in the human world!
That's probably the case, the Qingyang Sect's young master was certain in his heart, and there was no need for Fellow Daoist Wang to conceal the origin of his martial arts, which was such a non-secret matter.

“Moreover, the refining of this magic weapon requires the three sacred trees in the world of immortal cultivation as the main materials, and the age of the trees must be more than ten thousand years.” Nie Zhaonan said seriously as he looked at the emerald green sword in front of him.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the people present changed drastically, and they all looked shocked!
But when you think about it carefully, it is natural. Only by using the three sacred trees can you refine a magic weapon with such incredible effects!
The skinny old man stroked his beard gently and asked in confusion, "Of the three sacred trees in the world of immortal cultivation, it is a great fortune to obtain one, not to mention that they are all ten thousand year old sacred trees! How did you collect them all?"

"I am not so lucky as to have collected all the three sacred trees. It was just a fluke that I was able to refine this flying sword. With the help of the senior masters, I not only obtained the skills, but also a magic sword embryo sealed in a peculiar jade box." Nie Zhaonan's face showed a hint of reminiscence, and he spoke in a serious tone without any hypocrisy in his tone.

Upon hearing this, the people from Qingyang Sect couldn't help but curse in their hearts. They had such a great opportunity, but they still just said it was luck. Isn't this simply disgusting to them?
Although he had already made up his mind, out of caution, the young master of Qingyang Sect naturally could not just listen to Nie Zhaonan's one-sided words.

Seeing is believing. If this is really the effect of Brother Wang’s natal magic weapon, then we can only treat it with courtesy.

If it is fake, "humph", the young master of Qingyang Sect snorted in his heart. The previous words were just to fool them. They should rush up and take him down. It will not be too late to make plans later!
After the young master of Qingyang Sect finished thinking in his mind, he immediately said: "Fellow Daoist Wang, can you demonstrate it for us to see the special power of this 'Hundred Flowers Spring Art' and attract the nearby monsters to this place to broaden our horizons!"

The others also showed a look of curiosity, and seemed to be looking forward to the next performance of the emerald green sword.

"Since it is the young master's request, there is no objection for me to demonstrate it! But I hope the young master will not forget your previous promise to me!" Nie Zhaonan said loudly, as if he had accepted Qingyang Sect's recruitment from the bottom of his heart.

"Of course, this young master's promise is as valuable as a thousand pieces of gold!" The young master of Qingyang Sect promised with a smile and high spirits.

Then he added, "Please come in, Brother Wang!" The urgency in his tone was not concealed at all.

"Okay!" Nie Zhaonan agreed decisively.

Then, he opened his mouth without hesitation, and a hazy white spiritual energy pounced onto the emerald green sword in front of him.

An incredible scene happened. As soon as the emerald green flying sword was completely surrounded by the white spiritual energy, a refreshing fragrance filled the air. When the people from Qingyang Sect smelled the fragrance, they immediately felt a little happier and their vigilance was mostly let down.

At the same time, the emerald green sword emitted a dazzling green light, and with a piercing roar, it shot high into the sky.

The people from Qingyang Sect raised their heads slightly, and their gazes moved upwards, closely following the green light.

At the moment when everyone in Qingyang Sect was attracted to this, Nie Zhaonan put his hands behind his back and waved them lightly in all directions, forming an arc around his body.

Just as Nie Zhaonan waved his sleeves, a number of golden flying swords, each about an inch in size, totaling seventy-two small swords, flew out from his two sleeves in an instant and shot silently towards the ten figures around him.

An unknown small flower, emitting a rich fragrance, also fell out of the cuff and landed on the sea below.

At the same time, the skinny old man realized that because he had moved his eyes upward, he could no longer see Nie Zhaonan, and he immediately shouted, "Not good!"

This skinny old man was also extremely shrewd. How could he not understand that he and others had been fooled by the cultivator in front of him who called himself Wang Dafa.

His heart seemed to be covered with a layer of haze. The spiritual sense that had been wandering on the edge of life and death for hundreds of years kept beating, giving him warnings.

The skinny old man flicked his hand to the storage bag on his waist without hesitation, and a fist-sized purple orb appeared in his hand. At the same time, he immediately sacrificed it in front of him, and magic power poured into it continuously. The purple orb immediately sprayed out a large purple mist, which floated in front of several people.

The skinny old man changed the magic words in his hands and muttered a low spell, chanting continuously until the purple mist formed a five-meter-sized crystal blue light curtain, covering the four people around him.

The skinny old man stopped what he was doing and let out a long sigh.

The next moment after the purple light curtain took shape, several golden flying swords slashed down towards the blue light curtain with a "crackling" sound, making a series of piercing sounds of metal clashing with stone.

Just as the skinny old man offered his orb to resist the attack of the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword.

There were screams from monks all around, and then there was silence.

I saw five heads of Qingyang Sect monks flying high in the air. The eyes on these heads had not reacted until their death. They were looking upwards, as if looking for the figure of the green light.

It was not these people's fault for not being careful enough. It was just that Nie Zhaonan's performance was too lifelike. 'Rare treasures that can lure monsters', 'skills from the upper realm', 'three sacred trees'. These endless shocking words had already firmly attracted the attention of the Qingyang Sect's group.

At this time, the four people who were protected by the skinny old man, including the young master of Qingyang Sect, finally came to their senses.

He looked at Nie Zhaonan not far away with an extremely resentful look.

But the next moment, the expressions of these four people suddenly changed again.

Just because the purple light curtain in front of him made a 'crack' sound, spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on it.

"Elder Wu!" the young master of Qingyang Sect shouted.

Hearing this, the skinny old man surnamed Wu did not have time to stop, and raised his hands with a solemn expression, and continued to inject mana into the purple orb. With the continued injection of mana from the skinny old man, the purple orb once again emitted a bright purple light, continuously spewing mist into the light shield, and the cracks on the light curtain slowly repaired, becoming seamless again, temporarily resisting the attack of the golden flying sword.

Even so, the face of the young master of Qingyang Sect was still gloomy. This precious pearl was given to him by his father, the leader of Qingyang Sect, for his safety. It was an ancient protective treasure with extraordinary power.

Because his current cultivation level was only at the initial stage of Jindan, to use such an extremely powerful ancient treasure would not only consume a great deal of mana, but it would also be difficult to unleash its full power. Therefore, he specifically gave it to the skinny old man with the highest cultivation level in the group. Even so, he could only barely resist the attacks of those inch-long golden flying swords.

As long as the skinny old man's magic power is exhausted, the defense of the orb will collapse, and they have no other defensive treasures to withstand the attack of the sharp little sword.

The young master of Qingyang Sect also knew that there was no time to waste, and he immediately shouted angrily: "Fellow Daoist Wang, aren't you afraid of being hunted down by our Qingyang Sect by doing this? Our Qingyang Sect is also one of the top three magic sects in Chaos Star Sea, and the cultivation level of the Qingyang Great Elder in the sect has reached the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Even if fellow Daoist has some magical powers, it is impossible for him to escape from the pursuit of the Nascent Soul cultivators!"

The threat in his words was not concealed at all, and he used the power of Qingyang Sect to put pressure on Nie Zhaonan.

"Is there anything else we can talk about? From the moment you stopped me, didn't you think of this situation?"

Nie Zhaonan slowly and steadily controlled the Gengjin Divine Thunder swords, launching continuous attacks on the purple light curtain, looking extremely relaxed.

The young master of Qingyang Sect turned pale. How could he have imagined that three of their seven Jindan cultivators would be killed by a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan in a single blow, and the remaining ones were beaten so badly that they had no power to resist at all.

He learned this from the skinny old man. After Nie Zhaonan was able to kill a level seven monster, he spent some time and summoned three more Jindan cultivators from the sect just to be on the safe side.

Nie Zhaonan's difficulty was beyond the Qingyang Sect's young master's imagination. He didn't care about the provocation in Nie Zhaonan's words, and said in a somewhat stiff voice: "Since Fellow Daoist Wang has killed five of us, why don't we just let this matter go. This young master is a man of his word! I will never pursue this matter any further!"

"Fellow Daoist, are you kidding? Even if Wang lets you go, will you let me go? Moreover, a thousand gold coins are of no use to us cultivators." Nie Zhaonan was not moved at all and said lightly.

If you trust the group of people in front of you and let them go, you will be like being kicked in the head by a donkey.

Even if he killed the person now, he could restore his original appearance and identity after a period of time and be free and at ease without having to worry about being hunted down.

"Young master, the person in front of you is obviously a man who fears nothing. It's useless to waste your breath on him." The skinny old man turned pale and said with a sigh.

The young master of Qingyang Sect also had a gloomy expression at this time. This fellow Daoist Wang really refused to accept the toast and drank the penalty wine! It seemed that he had to use his most powerful trick.

Thinking of the young master of Qingyang Sect, he couldn't help feeling a little sad. Not only did he lose three Jindan cultivators on this trip, but even his own Qingyang Thunder and Fire Beads were all used up.

He whispered to the people around him, "I will use the Qingyang Thunder and Fire Pearl to severely damage his natal flying sword, and then we will flee separately."

After hearing these words, several people were cheered up and their confidence increased greatly.

As a cultivator of the Qingyang Sect, he was naturally very familiar with the Qingyang Thunder and Fire Pearl.

The Qingyang Thunder and Fire Pearl is the secret treasure of the Qingyang Sect. Only the Qingyang elders within the sect can refine it, and it requires tremendous effort and many precious materials.

However, the power of this bead is also extraordinary. Once it is sacrificed, even Nascent Soul cultivators dare not take it head-on and can only retreat.

It was easy to break the sharp flying sword of the person in front of him and make him lose his spiritual power.

Nie Zhaonan, who had been staring at the remaining five people from Qingyang Sect on the opposite side, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

With his powerful spiritual sense, the sound transmission from such a close distance naturally could not escape his ears, and he heard it all.

Previously, Nie Zhaonan was afraid of the power of the Qingyang Thunder and Fire Pearl in the hands of the young master of Qingyang Sect, so he did not rashly launch further attacks on the four people. He just used his flying sword to constantly restrain them and wait for the opportunity.

Now is a good opportunity.

The magic gestures in Nie Zhaonan's hands changed, and his hands were shining with spiritual light. He made a move towards the flying swords that were continuously attacking the light curtain. Seventy-two golden swords were all shot back and circled around Nie Zhaonan, as if preparing for a killing move!
Upon seeing this, the young master of Qingyang Sect opposite him also put his right hand behind his back and calmly took out three walnut-sized beads with green and red patterns on them from his storage bag and held them in his hand, ready to go.

Nie Zhaonan shouted angrily, and all the flying swords around him moved at the sound. The sky was filled with golden flying swords, covering the five people.

The flight trajectories of the seventy-two golden small swords seemed chaotic, but in fact they were in order. They combined one by one in the air to form five golden big swords, which pointed at the five people from Qingyang Sect and arrived in an instant.

The next moment, as if receiving some signal, the skinny old man stopped transmitting magic power, sucked the blue orb, and held it steadily in his hand.

At the same time, the three Qingyang Thunder and Fire Beads held in the hands of the young master of Qingyang Sect were also fiercely thrown at the five golden giant swords.

Then, the five of them split up without looking back, transformed into five beams of light, and shot away into the distance.

Even though the Qingyang Thunder and Fire Pearl had a great chance of severely damaging the five golden giant swords, they had no intention of fighting again. They wanted to escape first. They were extremely afraid of Nie Zhaonan.

At the moment when the golden giant sword was about to come into contact with the Qingyang Thunder and Fire Pearl, Nie Zhaonan made an unknown hand gesture, which kept changing intricately and muttered to himself.

Only a faint word "疾" was heard.

As if his words were fulfilled, the five golden giant swords suddenly disappeared from their original places, and a violent thunderous sound was heard, like a galloping "thunderbolt"!
Three extremely powerful consecutive explosions of the Qingyang Thunder and Fire Pearl were heard, "bang bang bang", which made the ears of those present ring.

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