Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 173 Qinglian
"Moreover, after being restricted on the Nascent Soul, his state of mind must have been greatly affected, and he almost lost the possibility of advancing in the future. For cultivators like us, is there anything more disheartening than not having the chance to reach a higher realm?"

After saying this, Mr. Qing Yi's expression became sad, as if he had foreseen his own ending.

But he was also relieved. He was originally a casual cultivator. He struggled for hundreds of years and survived countless life-and-death crises before he successfully advanced to the Jindan stage. He then joined the sect and went through untold hardships before he successfully condensed his Nascent Soul. It was enough for him to cultivate to this level now.

The only thing he was worried about was his younger generations. He was well aware of the hardships of being a self-reliant cultivator. Not only did they have no sect to rely on, but they also had to immediately face attacks from evil cultivators and defend themselves against sudden dangers at all times. Moreover, their financial resources were extremely weak.

He was extremely determined in his heart. Even if he died today, he would keep a retreat for the sect for the younger generations and would never live in disgrace.

The old man surnamed Zhao and Elder Xiao were not too surprised to see that the three men were unmoved. After all, they were all old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years and had extremely tough minds. Without enough chips, it would be difficult to impress these three men.

They had said so before just to give it a try. Even if it failed, they would not suffer any loss.

After a moment's silence, both sides suddenly started fighting, but the fight was more intense than before, and they looked like a fight to the death.

On the other side, Wan Tianming looked towards the thundercloud in disbelief, only to find that the mighty purple thundercloud had been struck by the golden lightning and disappeared without a trace, without even a trace of thunder or lightning.

Wan Tianming said with a look of shock: "How could you possibly defeat my Heavenly Thunder!"

“The True Heavenly Thunder is nothing but the power of thunder condensed from your practice. No matter how strong it is, how strong can it be? What I control is the Gengjin Divine Thunder, which was born after countless years of natural gestation. This thunder has the real power of heavenly punishment.” Nie Zhaonan chuckled and said lightly.

“Genjin Divine Thunder? Is it one of the Five Elements Divine Thunder? No wonder it is so powerful.” After listening to Nie Zhaonan’s explanation, Wan Tianming’s eyes dimmed and he muttered to himself in a low voice.

Tianluo True Thunder is his famous magical power. Most of his great reputation is supported by this thunder. Everyone in the entire Chaos Star Sea knows about it. Now that his magical power has been easily broken, how can Wan Tianming not be shocked.

However, after Yuanying exhaled a long breath from his small mouth, the depressed mood in his heart disappeared.

Wan Tianming once again looked at the sword formation that trapped him with a shining gaze.

He was secretly surprised in his heart. This sword formation was not in the shape of a sword like other sword formations, but a four-sided light wall that forcibly confined an area. This special formation.

At the moment it seems to be only used for confinement. Just now, he saw from the corner of his eye that the attack of Master Qing Yi and his group had no effect on the light wall of this formation. However, the formation he was in was slightly different from that of Master Qing Yi, so he could not generalize. He had to give it a try first.

Moreover, the formation that trapped him was filled with wood spiritual energy, and it was obviously of wood attribute, which was exactly what he was practicing. Thinking of this, Wan Tianming's confidence increased greatly.

The Nascent Soul opened its small mouth, and a ball of purple light as soft as liquid spurted out of its mouth and landed on the purple sword in its hand.

As soon as this true energy came out, Yuanying's face turned three parts paler.

As soon as the ball of light landed on the sword, it disappeared into it in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the purple sword immediately floated up and the purple light became stronger.

Then, with a low incantation, the purple sword suddenly grew to several feet in size, and then whizzed towards a green light wall.

Nie Zhaonan knew that Wan Tianming could never break the Taiyi Divine Thunder Sword Formation. Thinking of testing the power of the sword formation, Nie Zhaonan did not take action, but stood with his hands behind his back and watched silently.

Seeing that Nie Zhaonan was so confident in this sword formation and was so bold as to allow him to attack, Wan Tianming's face suddenly turned cold.

The Nascent Soul opened its mouth and spit out another ball of purple true energy, which spurted out and merged into the purple giant sword first.

This time the giant sword's purple light became even brighter and brighter. After a sword sound, it turned into a five-clawed purple dragon and slammed fiercely into the seemingly thin green light wall.

With a dull "bang", the extremely tough dragon horn knocked out two several-inch-long bulges on the emerald green light wall and could no longer advance an inch.

The dragon claws, flashing with cold purple light, did not leave any claw marks on the light shield.

The purple flames around it pounced on the light shield with great momentum, burning non-stop with "crackling" sounds, but the light wall was still as emerald green as new, with no signs of being refined at all.

Seeing this scene, Wan Tianming's face turned cold as he realized that his attack had no effect. A flash of cruelty appeared on his Nascent Soul's face. He grabbed the purple dragon with his little hand, and the purple dragon turned into a purple light and returned to his hand in the blink of an eye.

This is the only way. Even if I can't escape, I will make your innate sword formation lose its spiritual power!
Having made up his mind, Yuanying pinched his fingers without hesitation, and with his other hand raised the purple sword in front of him, ready to perform the extremely powerful self-destruction secret technique.

Wan Tianming knew in his heart that he no longer had the chance to get close to Nie Zhaonan, and being trapped in the sword formation here was a dead end. Using the secret technique of self-destruction was his only chance to hurt Nie Zhaonan.

After all, if the life magic weapon is seriously damaged, its owner will also suffer backlash through the mind connection.

When Nie Zhaonan saw this, a strange look flashed in his eyes. He then raised his hand without hesitation and cast a spell, which shot towards the Taiyi Divine Thunder Sword Formation.

Nie Zhaonan uttered a few low spells, and at the same time, countless balls of green light appeared in the sword formation, and condensed above the Nascent Soul's head in a flash.

In just a blink of an eye, under the bright green light, a green lotus the size of a millstone emerged.

When the lotus turned upside down, as soon as it turned, a refreshing fragrance penetrated into the nose of Yuanying.

After Yuanying inadvertently sniffed it, his expression became calm, neither sad nor happy, and he closed his eyes calmly.

But in the next moment, an extremely intense struggle flashed across Yuanying's little face, even the chubby little face was distorted, and his eyes suddenly opened, revealing his exposure.

After inhaling the fragrance just now, Wan Tianming was actually brought into an illusion. It was a paradise with singing birds and fragrant flowers. It made him feel the long-lost tranquility and lost his will to fight. If it were not for the determination to die rather than live in disgrace in his heart, he would have almost indulged in it and been unable to extricate himself.

Wan Tianming felt a chill in his heart, and he pinched the magic formula in his hand hard, opened his mouth and was about to say the word "explode", indicating that he was about to explode.

But after the delay in the illusion just now, it was too late.

A beam of green light spurted out from the lotus, covering the Nascent Soul.

Wan Tianming only felt the green light reaching his body, and immediately the violent true energy in his body condensed, and his Nascent Soul became unable to move.

The flame on the purple sword and the purple flame armor worn by the Nascent Soul disappeared.

Yuanying's little face immediately turned pale.

The next moment, a green lotus as big as a millstone appeared, wrapping the Nascent Soul tightly. The Nascent Soul's whole body became stiff and could not move at all.

This blue lotus is the special magical power that the Taiyi Divine Thunder Sword Formation possesses after entering the Nascent Soul Stage. This magical power did not have any killing effect. Whether it was the fragrance, the light column, or the lotus, they all had the effect of confinement without exception, and they were getting stronger and stronger.

As long as one is completely imprisoned by this magical power, unless he is several realms higher than Nie Zhaonan, there is absolutely no possibility of breaking free.

Of course, Nie Zhaonan would not be stupid enough to fight with a cultivator who was several realms higher than him.

Nie Zhaonan's body was filled with spiritual light, and his figure disappeared from the spot. He passed through the green light wall and entered the sword formation. The light wall, which was originally extremely tough, did not hinder him at all.

Looking at the Nascent Soul in front of him, Nie Zhaonan unceremoniously attacked the object in its hand.

The purple sword and the thunder ball condensed from the Heavenly Thunder suddenly flew up and landed in Nie Zhaonan's hands.

After taking a quick look at the two objects, Nie Zhaonan nodded slightly.

The power of this Tianluo Zhenlei is indeed extraordinary. Without strong defense, even a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage would not dare to take it head-on.

The spiritual pressure on the purple sword was also extremely strong. Obviously, after Wan Tianming's cultivation for countless years, its power had surpassed the top-level ancient treasures. Even after being refined by others, it could only exert 70% of the power of the purple sword, but it was also extraordinary.

After turning them over a few times, he found that there was nothing unusual about the two objects. With a flash of light in Nie Zhaonan's hand, the two objects disappeared.

After putting away the two items, Nie Zhaonan didn't say any more nonsense. He immediately raised one hand and spread out his five fingers.

At the same time, golden light flashed at the fingertips. Amid the low sound of thunder, five golden arcs shot out and transformed into five golden snakes as thick as thumbs. They bit the Nascent Soul in the green lotus, then circled and transformed into several golden ropes, which tightly bound the Nascent Soul in place.

Nie Zhaonan's hands kept moving. After a flick of his sleeves, several restriction talismans flew out, and then various colors of restriction lights flashed on the body of the Nascent Soul.

Then he slapped the storage bag with one hand, and after turning his palm over, more than a dozen silver needles appeared in the palm of his hand.

Strands of silver light flashed and disappeared, and these silver needles penetrated into the vital points of the Yuanying body at once, piercing it like a hedgehog.

Wan Tianming's Nascent Soul body suddenly twitched, and then the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Wan Tianming was always ready to detonate his Nascent Soul at any time, and Nie Zhaonan was a little scared. After seeing this, Nie Zhaonan finally felt relieved. He clapped his hands and a half-smile appeared on his face.

The Nascent Soul showed a resentful expression at this time. It stared at Nie Zhaonan with extremely cold eyes and its lips tightly closed.

Obviously, Master Wan was well aware that since the two sides had already fought to this point, begging for mercy would only bring humiliation upon himself.

Perhaps the only thing he regretted was that he did not use the secret technique to successfully self-destruct his Nascent Soul before being restricted.

Nie Zhaonan looked at Wan Tianming's restrained Nascent Soul, smiled slightly, and without saying a word, he shook his sleeves, and a small bottle as white as jade flew out and flew over the Nascent Soul's head in a flash.

Nie Zhaonan pointed at the small bottle, and a beam of light shot out onto the surface of the small bottle.

The spiritual light on the small bottle immediately shone brightly, and then the mouth of the bottle turned upside down, the white light inside kept flowing, and a beam of light spurted out, sweeping Wan Tianming's Nascent Soul into it and taking it into the bottle.

Then Nie Zhaonan raised his hand and waved at the sword formation.

The green light walls around immediately disintegrated into spiritual light and disappeared without a trace, revealing the shapes of seventy-three green flying swords.

These green flying swords circled in the air for a while, then shot towards Nie Zhaonan. After flashing continuously, they disappeared into his sleeves.

Only then did Nie Zhaonan put away the white bottle magic weapon, turned it into a white rainbow, and fled towards Wan Tianming's body.

Wan Tianming's physical body had already been severely damaged due to the departure of his Nascent Soul, and his essence, blood, and spirit were all damaged.

Now, because the Nascent Soul is imprisoned, there is really no movement at all.

Nie Zhaonan waved at the storage bag on his waist, and immediately the storage bag flew straight towards him and fell into his hands in the blink of an eye.

Nie Zhaonan did not take a close look at the things in the storage bag. After he put them away in a flash of white light, he shook his sleeves without hesitation and a ball of red fire shot out.

After a "puff" sound, the corpse was instantly wrapped in flames. In a breath, only a pool of ashes was left on the spot.

Finally, Nie Zhaonan headed towards the direction of the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword Formation.

In the sword formation, the roar continued, with no sign of stopping, and the two sides were still fighting fiercely.

When Nie Zhaonan entered the sword formation, Qing Yi and the other two realized that the battle on the other side had ended, so they stopped.

Although they had long expected that Wan Tianming would die at the hands of Nie Zhaonan, they never expected that Wan Tianming would last so short a moment.

Moreover, Nie Zhaonan did not suffer any injuries as a result. He looked full of energy, spirit, and magic power. How could he look like he had been through a great battle?

"My three fellow Taoists, do you want to end your lives on your own, or do you want me to send you off?" Nie Zhaonan swept his eyes calmly over the three of them and spoke in an indifferent tone.

Although these three people had no grudges against him, the two sides were on opposing sides after all and were already enemies. Nie Zhaonan could not spare their lives.

"Don't bother me, fellow Daoist." Taoist Qing Yi said calmly.

After he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared on the top of his head, and an inch-sized Nascent Soul appeared out of thin air above his head, and then he pinched his fingers without hesitation.

Without any warning, with a muffled "bang" sound, the Nascent Soul immediately disintegrated into tiny points of light and disappeared.

This Qing Yi hermit was surprisingly decisive and resolved to dissolve himself.

"Where are the remaining two fellow Taoists?" Nie Zhaonan's eyes swept across Madam Wen and Tian Wuzi, the meaning of which was self-evident.

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