Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 172 Heavenly Thunder
At this moment, seeing Nie Zhaonan take action, beheading the enemy with one move, and then capturing the Nascent Soul, he was extremely shocked but also in a very good mood.

"Palace Master?"

Upon hearing this, Wan Tianming and others all turned their eyes to Nie Zhaonan and were shocked by this information.

However, Wan Tianming's expression soon returned to calm, and he questioned, "Since Fellow Daoist Nie is the Palace Master of the Star Palace and has already obtained the Void Heaven Cauldron, why did he suddenly launch a sneak attack, imprison the Yuanying of my righteous people, and take the initiative to provoke a dispute? Are you going to go to war with us, the righteous and the evil?"

Wan Tianming was entangled in the reputation of the two paths of good and evil, and put a big hat on Nie Zhaonan.

In his opinion, even though Nie Zhaonan could use the green wings behind him to launch the Thunder Escape Technique and had the sharp flying sword as support, that was all he could do.

At best, he is an early Nascent Soul cultivator with powerful methods. As long as you are on guard against his methods, there will be no danger at all.

He was able to succeed with one strike just now only because the thin and dark old man did not understand his methods and was careless for a moment.

Up to now, the strength of the two sides is only fifty-fifty.

Wang Tianming's mind was full of thoughts, and he kept thinking about the situation.

Nie Zhaonan looked at Wan Tianming, whose face was uncertain, and chuckled, saying, "Master Wan, there is no need to hide it anymore. The 'Anti-Star Alliance' founded by you two sects of good and evil must have already started a rebellion, right?"

Wan Tianming's eyes flashed with fierceness. He didn't expect that Nie Zhaonan actually knew the attack time of their "Anti-Star Alliance". That was information only known by the Nascent Soul cultivators in the alliance. Could it be that even among the high-level Nascent Soul cultivators there were spies from the Star Palace?

Before Wan Tianming could think more, Nie Zhaonan's unusually cold voice came.

"To tell you the truth, today I, the Palace Master, am going to kill all of you here, leaving no one alive."

After saying the last word, Nie Zhaonan released his aura without reservation.

"Middle stage of Nascent Soul!"

All the Nascent Soul cultivators present were shocked, without exception.

The faces of the people from both the righteous and evil sects were as gloomy as water. Just now, Nie Zhaonan was able to kill the most powerful Yuanying cultivator among them with just his initial Yuanying cultivation.
In sharp contrast to the ugly expressions of the righteous and evil men were the two old men surnamed Zhao. At this moment, excitement was revealed in their eyes.

Because not only are they certain to win this battle, but they can also foresee victory in the future battle with the Anti-Star Alliance.

"Okay, okay! It turns out that Palace Master Nie is a hidden talent! Let this sect leader meet you today!" Hearing Nie Zhaonan's loud tone, Wan Tianming's face turned ashen as if adding fuel to the fire, and he spoke with gritted teeth with a cruel look in his words.

Moreover, the meaning of both parties has been made clear at this point: it's either you die or I die.

"Palace Master Nie, you forced me to do this so that I could see the true power of the Heavenly Thunder!"

Then he slapped the top of his head without hesitation, and with a clear sound, a purple light shone through from the top of his head, and then a two-inch tall naked baby appeared three feet above his head.

The baby was fair and tender, with purple light surrounding his body. What was even more surprising was that his appearance was exactly the same as Wan Tianming's. In addition, each baby held a purple round bead in his hand, which was extremely crystal clear.

"The Nascent Soul has left the body! It seems that Sect Master Wan wants to fight to the death directly, and there is no need to even test it." The old man surnamed Zhao's smile faded, and he said with a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"My time is coming to an end. What difference does it make if I die earlier or later? At most, just consider it as Brother Nie helping me to die." A thin and vague voice came from the baby covered in purple light, but just these few words made it gasp for breath, as if it was struggling.

As soon as the baby appeared, Wan Tianming's physical body had already closed its eyes and remained motionless, as if he was unconscious.

Wan Tianming was not without confidence. He practiced the 'Tianluo True Skill', one of the three great Confucian skills. His cultivation was at the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If he fought desperately without considering the consequences, he might be able to severely injure Nie Zhaonan.

"I just don't know if you have the magical power to take on the real thunder from my sect master!" After the baby said this vaguely, he threw a thunder ball in his hand out of his palm without hesitation.

As soon as the object left the baby's hand, it exploded and turned into a purple ball of light the size of a wheel, which flew towards Nie Zhaonan with great momentum.

Nie Zhaonan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his face solemn, and he waved his sleeves. Seventy-two golden small swords came out one after another, and the long sword in Nie Zhaonan's hand also flew out.

Then, a total of seventy-three golden lights circled above his head.

He cast several spells in succession among the sword lights.

All the flying swords trembled slightly, and immediately separated into hundreds of identical golden sword lights, which scattered and shot towards the purple light ball.

But a surprising scene appeared. These sword lights disappeared mysteriously one after another, and all of them disappeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, a golden sword and shield appeared out of thin air.

This shield is diamond-shaped and extremely exquisite. In the center of the shield are inlaid sword-shaped patterns the size of soybeans, radiating golden light.

Seeing the purple ball of light rolling in front of the sword and shield, Nie Zhaonan remained calm and cast a spell to attack the sword and shield.

A golden light shield shot out from the sword and shield, extremely thick and tightly covered the sword and shield.

The purple flame hit it without any mercy.

A deafening roar of explosion sounded in the air, and the sky above the light shield was illuminated in purple and red. A thundercloud with a diameter of more than ten feet suddenly appeared, wrapping the sword and shield in it, protecting them from wind and rain.

Purple lightning flashed and struck wildly in the clouds. The roar, whistling and dazzling lightning intertwined together in an instant, as if a punishment from heaven had come, and the terrifying sound of Thor descending to the earth was limitless.

When the other three saw this scene, they were extremely shocked!

They had heard of the power of Tianluo True Thunder, but it was the first time they had seen the shocking scene when this thunder was released. It was indeed extremely terrifying, worthy of such a great reputation.

However, when they saw that Nie Zhaonan still looked calm and confident, the three of them had a bad feeling.

After the old man surnamed Zhao and Elder Xiao looked at each other meaningfully, they respectively took out a yellow brocade handkerchief and a snow-white flying sword, and without hesitation, they spun around for a while and rushed towards the remaining people from both the righteous and evil paths.

In the blink of an eye, he was engaged in a battle with three Nascent Soul cultivators, the Cold Dragon, the Li Turtle, and the Green Thornbird.

The brocade handkerchief in the old man's hand had unparalleled defense. No matter whether it was the Qingming needle, the magic weapon of Mr. Qing Yi, which flashed with cold light and stabbed down fiercely, or the cold air sprayed by the cold dragon and the tortoise, or even the green flames spewed out from the mouth of the green thornbird, they could not do anything to it.

It was neither punctured nor showed any signs of freezing or burning. It was still emitting bright light, protecting him and Elder Xiao, without any sign of damage.

Elder Xiao's white flying sword was flying through the battle group at an astonishing speed, launching an unexpected attack from time to time. The three Yuanying cultivators of the righteous and evil paths could only barely see its movements, and were forced to be a little flustered every time. Elder Zhao and the old man surnamed Xiao, one attacking and one defending, cooperated very well, without any flaws, and even had the upper hand.

However, the forces of both good and evil are numerous and powerful. Even if they show signs of weakness now, they will not be defeated in a short time.

The two sides were deadlocked here.

On the other side, Wan Tianming didn't even look at the golden sword and shield trapped by the thundercloud. Instead, he waved his little hand and suddenly a small purple sword appeared in his hand.

Yuanying's chubby little hands cast several spells of different colors into the sword. Suddenly, a raging purple flame came out of the purple sword and swept towards Yuanying's body.

In the blink of an eye, Yuanying's body was covered with a piece of purple flame armor, which looked extremely strange and enchanting.

With a flash of purple light, the Nascent Soul and the purple sword disappeared at the same time.

When they appeared again, they were only a few feet away from Nie Zhaonan.

"Nascent Soul flying the sword." Nie Zhaonan murmured when he saw this scene.

After the Nascent Soul leaves the body and is freed from the constraints of the physical body, it can directly activate the teleportation technique. Combined with the sword-controlling technique, the speed will naturally be a bit faster.

Looking at the resolute expression on Yuanying's little face, Nie Zhaonan roughly guessed that Wan Tianming would most likely detonate his Yuanying and his life magic weapon directly when he got close to him, as well as the thunder bead in his hand. Its power would definitely be unimaginable!
Then, the green thunder wings behind Nie Zhaonan fluttered slightly.

With a roar of thunder, Nie Zhaonan's figure appeared out of thin air dozens of feet behind him. At the same time, with an inadvertent shake of his hands, seventy-three green flying swords suddenly emerged from his sleeves like swimming fish, circling and dancing around him.

Nie Zhaonan pinched his fingers and started muttering something.

Seeing Nie Zhaonan summon so many green flying swords again, Wan Tianming's Nascent Soul face was slightly stunned with surprise.

He admitted that the sword and shield condensed by the golden flying sword was indeed amazing, and it could remain intact in his Tianluo True Thunder.

However, if you want to use the same trick again, you are underestimating yourself.

A murderous look flashed across Yuanying's little face, and he made a fierce pinch with his hands, and his figure disappeared again.

When he emerged again, he felt something was wrong and temporarily gave up his plan to self-destruct.

Because the flying swords around him all flashed green and then disappeared from the spot, and he didn't even have time to teleport again. Walls of emerald green light appeared from all directions, forming a square and trapping him inside.

"Sword formation!" Yuanying screamed indistinctly.

Before the shock on Yuanying's face faded, a loud bang that shook the earth suddenly came from the area covered by thunderclouds, and a dazzling golden lightning flashed, instantly knocking the thunderclouds away.

A golden light flashed and flew out from it, shooting to the sky above another battle group, and then dissipated silently, transforming into small golden swords that fell to the surroundings of the battle group.

When the golden flying swords reached the designated position and were arranged in a seemingly chaotic but actually regular orientation, they all flashed with golden light and then disappeared from the spot.

A familiar scene appeared. A golden square area appeared out of thin air, trapping the monks and spirit beasts who were fighting each other inside, even the two Star Palace elders were no exception.

Only then did Nie Zhaonan stop chanting the magic words in his hand and no longer uttered the obscure incantations from his mouth.

In just a breath of time, Nie Zhaonan repeatedly activated his magic spells and set up the Taiyi Divine Thunder Sword Formation and the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword Formation one after another.

Those people from both the righteous and evil worlds who were in the sword formation were doomed to have no way to escape the moment the sword formation took shape.

Needless to say, how powerful these two sword formations are. If cultivators of the same level are trapped in them, there is no possibility of escaping.

This sudden change caused Qing Yi Jushi and others to stop their magic, and the scene fell silent.

They were tightly entangled by the two old men surnamed Zhao and had no time to take action to stop the sword formation from forming.

But after a moment, the fear on the faces of Qing Yi Jushi and others faded away. They looked at each other and without hesitation took out their magic weapons and ancient treasures, and hit the golden wall hard together.

Loud noises of "bang bang bang" were heard.

But their attacks were in vain, and there was not even a ripple on the golden wall.

Seeing this, Qing Yi Jushi and others looked at each other with despair on their faces.

They had just used all their combined strength to attack, but not even a trace or ripple was left on the golden wall.

They also knew that with their strength there was no possibility of shaking the sword formation, let alone breaking out of it.

Seeing the actions of Mr. Qing Yi and others, the two old men surnamed Zhao smiled like winners, looking extremely proud.

"Why don't you three fellow Taoists surrender? Just let us two plant restrictions on your Nascent Souls, and from now on you will obey the orders of my Star Palace, and you can escape the disaster of death today." Elder Xiao persuaded with a smile.

Being able to capture these three people alive and bring them under the control of Xinggong is naturally a much greater achievement than killing them.

Moreover, this will not only enhance our strength, but also undermine the morale of the Anti-Star Alliance. It can be said that there are many benefits.

"How is it possible for me to plant a restriction in your Nascent Soul? As masters of the Nascent Soul stage, we all have our own pride. How can we be willing to be driven by others for the rest of our lives?" Tian Wuzi waved his sleeves and said with a cold face.

He didn't buy into Elder Xiao's words at all.

"Alas, fellow Daoist, what you said is wrong. What's the point of being driven or not? We are all just serving the Star Palace. I can guarantee that if you fellow Daoists are willing to join our Star Palace, except for one more restriction, the other treatment and status and other benefits will be the same as those of us elders. You will never be humiliated." The old man named Zhao on the side also persuaded.

Naturally, he would be very happy if the matter could be resolved smoothly without a fight.

Tian Wuzi looked thoughtful and hesitant, but Madam Wen's expression did not waver at all because of the words of the old man surnamed Zhao and the other man, and her face remained cold.

Mr. Qing Yi shook his head and said, "It is impossible for us to rebel against our respective sects. Who among you doesn't have blood relatives, descendants, and friends left in the sect? As long as we rebel, their fate can be imagined. Extracting their souls and refining their spirits is the least of their consequences."

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