Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 118 Three people and three monsters, a surprise attack

The person who was speaking was just about to stretch out his hand and say a few more words to try to persuade him to stay, but before he could finish his words, Nie Zhaonan's figure appeared a hundred feet away.

In an extremely ordinary forest, some voices were heard.

"Brother Tan, I saw that Fellow Daoist Nie from the Treasure Pavilion also participated in this trial. Why not let him stay here forever?" said the tall and thin middle-aged cultivator with a ruthless look on his face.

Just thinking of the fairy he had just seen, the tall and thin young man couldn't help but feel a touch of heat in his heart. That Taoist Nie's Taoist companions were all really beautiful and rare in life. He wished he could take them all for himself.

However, this tall and thin middle-aged cultivator could only think about it in his mind. Now that Nie Ying and the other girls have already reached the Dan stage, it is still unknown whether he can defeat any of them.

Looking at the tall and thin middle-aged man with a somewhat erratic look in his eyes, the gray-haired old man surnamed Tan knew what he was thinking. His companion was well-known in the Star Palace for his lustful reputation.

But it's not that he doesn't want something. He is very tempted by the spirit stones he can earn from the Treasure Pavilion.

Otherwise, they would not have been persuaded by this tall and thin middle-aged monk to join in putting pressure on the Treasure Pavilion.

When the gray-haired old man thought of the punishment he had received, his face turned cold, and he immediately agreed: "What Fellow Daoist Zheng said makes sense. It is normal for someone to die in this Demon Abyss Secret Realm. Even if we kill that person, no one will do any more investigation."

"Brother Wen, what do you think?" The tall and thin middle-aged man said to the white-haired old man who was traveling with him.

The white-haired old man did not answer immediately, but looked a little hesitant.

Seeing the white-haired old man looking indecisive and entangled, the tall and thin middle-aged man tempted him again: "The Treasure Pavilion is making a fortune every day. That Daoist Brother Nie must have a lot of wealth on him. Not to mention more, there must be 400,000 or 500,000 spirit stones. As long as we kill him, all these spirit stones will belong to the three of us."

The tall and thin middle-aged monk had also conducted a careful investigation of the Treasure Pavilion and naturally knew the approximate profit of the Treasure Pavilion, but these were just his guesses after excluding the costs.

The white-haired old man agreed with a gleam in his eyes: "Okay!"

It's no wonder that he was so excited. Although he was a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, the spirit stones he consumed to purchase resources needed for his practice were also extremely expensive. Now he only had tens of thousands of spirit stones on him.

This amount of spirit stones is not enough for his subsequent cultivation expenses, but the present opportunity is a good opportunity.

Hearing this, the tall and thin middle-aged man and the gray-haired old man both looked delighted.

Three Jindan cultivators attacked together, two of them were in the late Jindan stage. It was naturally very safe for them to deal with a middle-stage Jindan cultivator who had just advanced to the next stage.

Half a day later, Nie Zhaonan, who had turned into a white rainbow and was on his way, had just flown over an unnamed mountain when he suddenly turned his head in a daze and looked to the side with a hint of surprise on his face.

According to his spiritual sense, sixty or seventy miles away on that side, there were violent fluctuations in spiritual energy, rolling demonic energy, and demonic energy rising to the sky. It was obvious that a demon monk was engaged in a fierce battle with a high-level demon beast.

Immediately afterwards, Nie Zhaonan's face lit up with joy. This might be another benefit from participating in the Demonic Abyss Trial.

He immediately rode on a beam of light and quietly escaped.

With Nie Zhaonan's escape skills, a distance of sixty or seventy miles could be reached in just a moment.

At this time, he was wearing a gauze robe and an ancient treasure, standing on a small hill, hiding his body, quietly observing the scene not far ahead.

Three monsters and three monks were engaged in fierce fighting.

These three monsters are all level seven monsters without exception. Two of them are rare dragons in Chaos Star Sea, one red and one blue. The other is a turtle monster known for its defensive power.

When he saw the two dragons, Nie Zhaonan knew that his efforts to come here were not in vain.

Although he has not actually used the inner elixir of this dragon monster, he can guess its effectiveness, which is definitely not comparable to the inner elixir of other level seven monsters.

You should know that he has hunted thousands of monsters. Most of the monsters recorded in the classics have been hunted by him. Even some monsters that have not been recorded are the souls of his subordinates.

The only thing left is the Chaos Star Sea monster king family, which Nie Zhaonan has not hunted yet. You can imagine how precious it is.

The three demon cultivators who encountered these three monsters were in bad luck. Although they tried their best, they could only barely protect themselves.

Two demon cultivators with the strength of the late Jindan stage faced off against a level seven dragon respectively. Even though they had activated their own innate magic weapons to perfection, with spiritual light shining brightly and extraordinary power, every attack was easily blocked by the sharp claws of the two dragons. They were also forced to retreat step by step by the azure water waves and fireballs that spewed out of the dragons' mouths from time to time, and they had no power to fight back at all.

The demon cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage who was facing the seventh-level turtle monster wielded a long sword with a sinister black aura and slashed at the emerald green turtle shell. Although it did not leave any marks, it was much better than his two companions who were forced into a miserable state.

After all, this turtle monster is only good at defense. The power and speed of its attacking skills are far inferior to those of the two dragons, so he can easily dodge them.

Taking all of this in, Nie Zhaonan, wearing a gauze robe and carrying an ancient treasure, slowly approached the three people and three monsters.

The battle lasted for a long time.

"Brother Wu, why don't you take out the secret treasure bestowed by the sect, and use it together to severely damage these two dragons!" shouted a demon cultivator who was fighting with a blue dragon.

Another demon cultivator who was fighting with the red dragon nodded secretly upon hearing this, knowing that he could not fight with the dragon any longer. He used his magic weapon to deliver a powerful attack, which pushed the red dragon back several feet, and then he immediately withdrew.

At the same time, he reached for the storage bag at his waist, and a white skull as big as a fist appeared in his hand, and then he threw it in front of him without hesitation.

At this time, the demon cultivator who spoke first also repelled his opponent, and then immediately came to the side of his senior brother Wu.

The two exchanged glances, a look of determination and ruthlessness flashed across their eyes, and they simultaneously pinched the magic spells in their hands, changing them continuously, muttering to themselves, and continuously injecting magic power into the skull.

With the infusion of magic power by the two, the white skull swelled up in the wind and instantly became extremely huge, about ten feet in size. At the same time, monstrous black demonic energy also poured out from the seven orifices of the skull, and the white skull immediately became completely black and extremely evil.

When the evil spirit stopped gushing out, the huge black skull suddenly let out a low whimpering sound. The sound was so terrifying and eerie, as if it came from the Netherworld.

Hearing this, the two demon cultivator brothers raised their sword fingers without hesitation, pointed at their other hands, and fiercely swung down the three middle fingers. Without even a sound, the six fingers flew high up and were sucked into the skull's mouth as it opened wide.

The chewing sound of "grunt, grunt" was so loud that it made people's hair stand on end!
As if because of absorbing the two people's fingers, the originally empty eye sockets of the skull suddenly flashed with light, emitting a very evil red light, as if it had life, and then it excitedly rushed towards the two dragons.

The two dragons also knew that the skulls sacrificed by the two people should not be underestimated, so they suddenly opened their mouths, and with the sound of dragon roars that shook the sky, two beams of magical light, one red and one blue, which were two or three times thicker than before, continuously spewed out from their mouths and hit the skull that was flying towards them rapidly.

The black skull also opened its mouth wide, chewed silently for a while, and then suddenly opened it again. A black flame with extremely strong demonic energy gushed out of its mouth, heading towards the red and blue light beams.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, they melted away silently, and the black flame began to stalemate with the two light pillars.

Seeing this, the two demon cultivators looked at each other again, nodded silently, and raised their hands with three fingers just cut off. They saw that the broken ends were extremely smooth, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.

He waved again at the intact hand, and once again, all six fingers flew out.

Nie Zhaonan's face tightened when he saw this. Did these demon cultivators have a habit of self-mutilation? Why did they always cut off fingers?

However, Nie Zhaonan just complained slightly in his heart and continued reading with curiosity.

After the black skull swallowed six more fingers, its aura immediately surged, and even the black magic fire it spewed out increased in power, gradually moving towards the two dragons that were spitting out magic attacks.

Seeing this scene, the two demon cultivators smiled faintly and looked at each other again.

The two of them raised their hands, with only two fingers left, and began to make hand gestures, muttering something, waiting for the chanting to stop.

Two streams of magical powers were continuously injected into the skull. It was obvious that the two wanted to defeat the two dragons in one go.

"Good opportunity!" Nie Zhaonan said secretly.

Then, without hesitation, he injected mana into the flying sword in his sleeve and performed the "Thunder Spirit Sword Technique".

The next moment, Nie Zhaonan waved his hands, and dozens of golden swords flew out from his sleeves. After flying for a distance into the sky, they covered the three people and three monsters in the field.

The sudden appearance of flying swords in the sky made the three people and three monsters present change their expressions drastically.

Unexpectedly, none of them noticed that someone had already approached them in secret.

In the field, whether it was the monsters or the demon cultivators, they all gave up on their opponents at the same time, but it was too late.

The three flying swords closest to the three demon cultivators disappeared from the spot after a "swish" sound. The next moment, the three flying swords silently crossed a distance of several feet and stabbed down at the heads of the three people.

The flying swords attacking the two dragons gradually closed together and condensed into two golden giant swords. After another flash, the two giant swords appeared above the heads of the two dragons. After circling for a while, they slashed down at the necks of the two dragons.

The turtle monster, thinking that its defense was great, retracted its limbs into its shell. Nie Zhaonan controlled a small golden sword and stabbed it fiercely into the turtle monster's head, turning the inside upside down.

Almost at the same time, the heads of the three demon cultivators exploded, the heads of the two dragons were cut off, and the turtle monster was killed instantly.

Only then did Nie Zhaonan take off the ancient gauze clothing that concealed his figure and put it into the storage bag.

With a wave of his hands towards the flying swords in the air, all seventy-two small swords returned to Nie Zhaonan's sleeves.

Nie Zhaonan walked a few steps to the three demon cultivators, took off the storage bags on their waists, and collected the three people's natal magic weapons.

Then he opened his hand and sucked at the huge skull in the air that had lost its spirituality. The skull gradually fell from the air and its size gradually became smaller.

When it finally fell into Nie Zhaonan's hands, the black color of the skull had faded, turning completely white and returning to the size of a fist before it was activated.

Nie Zhaonan raised the skull in his hand, looked at it for a few seconds, and then put it into the Zixiao Cave.

Although the power of this skull is extremely powerful and can even suppress two level seven dragons, the conditions for using this magic treasure are not so acceptable to Nie Zhaonan.

After taking a glance at the four bare fingers, Nie Zhaonan was speechless. These evil monks were so cruel that they could even attack him.

After collecting the items from the three demon cultivators, Nie Zhaonan bent his fingers and snapped them three times. Three fireballs shot out towards the three corpses lying on the ground.

With a "puff" sound, three balls of blazing fire suddenly appeared on the ground.

In a flash, the three bodies were burned to ashes.

Then Nie Zhaonan came to the body of the blue dragon, flipped his hand, and a small bottle as smooth as jade appeared in Nie Zhaonan's hand.

It is the special magical instrument 'Soul-Capturing Bottle' that is specially used to absorb the souls of monsters. It is worth mentioning that this is the tenth Soul-Capturing Bottle that Nie Zhaonan has refined, because he has hunted too many monsters and one Soul-Capturing Bottle cannot hold them all.

Nie Zhaonan threw the soul-catching bottle into the air above the blue dragon head, chanted some magic spells, and pointed the light on his finger at the soul. A white light hit the back of the bottle, and several white filaments immediately extended from the mouth of the soul-catching bottle and entered the dragon head without any hindrance. Slowly, a miniature blue dragon soul was pulled out, tied up tightly, and taken into the bottle.

Nie Zhaonan let the soul-capturing bottle float quietly in the air and did not put it away, because there were still two monsters that needed their souls captured.

Nie Zhaonan opened his mouth and a small golden sword flew out. Without casting any magic, the small golden sword automatically grew larger and turned into a three-foot long sword, standing in front of Nie Zhaonan. It was the main sword of Nie Zhaonan's natal magic weapon, the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword.

To dig out the demon pill and decompose the materials, it is naturally easier to use a larger magic weapon. It is not that Nie Zhaonan did this on purpose, but because the bodies of these two dragons are really too big, far beyond the ordinary demon beasts.

He controlled the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword and slashed it at his dantian. Under the sharp blade, the blue crystal scales were like a thick piece of paper, and a one-meter-wide wound was easily cut out.

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