Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 184 The war begins

Ling Yuling, who was in the flames, stared at the golden light around her body and the golden flames surrounding it, with a slightly solemn look on her face.

As soon as the golden flame appeared, the spiritual energy around her rushed out of her body at five or six times the speed as before.

Otherwise, the silver light shield would immediately become unstable and would be on the verge of collapse.

It seemed that the other party wanted to use this golden flame to exhaust her spiritual energy and then refine her into ashes alive.

However, Wen Tianren's wishful thinking was obviously wrong, and he was obviously seeking his own death.

Not only does she have the thousand-year-old spiritual milk to replenish her magic power, but the gold-eating bugs that devour everything are not something that an ancient treasure can resist.

She just needs to fight with Wen Tianren.

As a result, an extremely strange scene appeared on the field.

Ling Yuling and Wen Tianren were both wrapped in golden light and stopped moving.

Countless pairs of eyes in the field were staring at the two people's position without blinking. For a moment, the field became silent.

When Nie Zhaonan saw the golden flame, he was slightly surprised and secretly analyzed the power of the golden flame.

The power of this golden divine flame is also extraordinary. Although it is not as powerful as the Qianlan Ice Flame, it is no less powerful than the extremely yin Tiandu Corpse Fire.

But that's it.

Time passed by little by little, and after just a quarter of an hour.

The gaze of the Six Paths Supreme Saint as he looked at the scene became increasingly cold, with a bone-chilling chill.

However, Nie Zhaonan and others had smiles on their faces.

Not long after.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream was heard.

The monks of the Anti-Star Alliance all changed their expressions.

Immediately afterwards, a figure wrapped tightly in a golden beetle broke through the holes in the silver bell and flew out, with silver fragments flying everywhere.

After the figure flew away for twenty or thirty feet, the golden beetle suddenly dispersed and flew back to Ling Yuling with Wen Tianren's storage bag.

The place was left empty and there was no trace of Wen Tianren.

On Ling Yuling's side, the golden flames around her body disappeared without a trace,

"Waste!" Liudao glanced coldly at the place where Wen Tianren disappeared and cursed inwardly.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spurted out a dark cloud.

The object flashed quickly and immediately turned into a ball of black wind that enveloped him.

Then a sharp whistling sound was heard in the wind, and the whole ball of wind trembled, wrapping up the six paths and shooting towards Ling Yuling in front.

Whether it is the Tianqing Fruit or the Golden Thunder Bamboo magic weapon, he must get it in his hands.

The black wind looked unusually blurry and its speed of escape was too fast. After flashing a few times, it actually left behind a series of phantoms.

Just when I saw the wind escaping to a certain place, it suddenly appeared in a farther place.
As a result, it seemed as if several groups of black wind that could teleport appeared in the distant sky at the same time, and they disappeared more than a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye.

Ling Tianlei and Wen Qing were both extremely shocked and angry when they saw this scene.

I didn't expect that Liudao's natal magic weapon was so good at flying. At this speed, even an ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivator could only sigh at this strange speed.

Even if they have reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, they are still slightly inferior to this speed.

Moreover, Liudao had the upper hand. They immediately felt that Ling Yuling was in danger, but they still pushed their magic power to the extreme and shot out without hesitation.

When Nie Zhaonan saw this scene, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and a pair of green wings appeared silently behind him. Qing Lei Chi trembled, and suddenly there was a loud thunder.

Golden arcs of electricity appeared on the wings, and then the wings spread out slightly, and then flapped violently.

Nie Zhaonan's figure suddenly shot out from his original position, and after a flash, he arrived first from behind, surpassing the escape lights of Ling Tianlei and Wen Qing.

A few more thunderclaps sounded, and with the flapping of the Green Thunder Wings, Nie Zhaonan's figure paused slightly, then he bounced out again and instantly appeared dozens of feet away.

The speed of escape was so fast that it seemed to be two times faster than Liudao.

Liudao, who was in the black wind, saw Nie Zhaonan's flashing figure and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

A big hand stretched out without hesitation, and suddenly a sharp claw with rolling black demonic energy appeared out of thin air above Ling Yuling's head and grabbed her fiercely.

At this time, Ling Yuling had just put away the storage bag containing the Tianqing Fruit and had no time to make any other responses. Only the silver light shield and the gold-eating insect in front of her were blocking her way.

With a "swish" sound, the silver light shield was broken by the sharp claws.

Then, the thousands of condensed insect clouds were also hit by the gravity of the sharp claws and scattered one after another, and it was unknown where they were blown to.

The next moment, the sharp claws were about to fall on Ling Yuling's delicate body.

At this critical moment, a crisp sword sound was heard, and a huge golden sword flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Ling Yuling, and it slashed at the falling black claws without hesitation.

A golden sword light several feet long burst out from the sword.

The golden giant sword's light suddenly dissipated and turned into dozens of flying swords, circling around Ling Yuling.

Nie Zhaonan's figure appeared out of nowhere among the flying swords, and he put his arms around Ling Yuling's waist.

"Husband~" Ling Yuling pressed her body tightly against Nie Zhaonan, her face full of relief, and called out with a trembling voice.

She had just faced the might of the devil's claws, and had been through the gates of hell, feeling the taste of despair. Now she is feeling confident that she has survived a calamity.

"It's okay." Nie Zhaonan gently patted her trembling body and comforted her softly.

"Yeah." When Ling Yulin heard this, her pounding heart gradually calmed down.

On the other side, the previously unstoppable black claws were now like tofu and were broken by a single cut. Even the black evil spirit was completely dissipated by the shock.

The golden sword light was still as powerful as ever, and it continued to move forward, slashing fiercely at the six swords that were shooting towards it.

The Six Paths Saints in the Black Wind were also slightly shocked when they saw this scene. Although his "Mysterious Hand" was just a casual attack, it was not something that could be broken by ordinary people. Moreover, the golden sword light that was attacking did not weaken at all. He immediately gathered all his magic power and flipped his palm, and a red shield appeared in front of him.

Liudao pointed at the fiery red shield in front of him, and the shield jumped and immediately turned into a layer of fiery red light curtain that covered it.

After a loud "bang", a dazzling light burst out as soon as the sword light and the light curtain collided, which was extremely bright.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the light curtain. After this sound lasted for a moment, the golden sword light ran out of power and disappeared.

The light curtain flashed, revealing its original form of a fiery red shield again. Liudao, who had stopped moving, grabbed it and put it back into his sleeve.

At this time, Ling Tianlei and Wen Qing also rushed to Nie Zhaonan's side, and their figures appeared as their escape lights faded.

Wen Qing carefully checked Ling Yuling's body with a concerned look on his face. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be just a false alarm and nothing serious happened.

After nodding slightly at Nie Zhaonan, Wen Qing turned around and looked at Liu Dao opposite him with a cold gleam in his eyes.

“Liudao, you are so shameless and don’t behave like a senior! The gambling battle just ended and you actually attacked a junior!” Ling Tianlei’s eyes were cold as he stared at Liudao Jisheng.

There was a chill in his words that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Since the gambling battle is over, why can't I take action? Besides, I just want to get my things back, but I have no intention of attacking the junior." Liudao pretended not to hear and argued in a flat tone.

Although this was the fact and he did so, he would never admit it on the spot.

Everyone knows that he is an extremely ruthless demon master, but he still has to keep up appearances.

"What Brother Liudao said makes sense. Don't even think about putting the blame on him in front of so many cultivators! It will ruin his reputation!" said the petite woman who had just arrived, laughing.

The big man with untied hair and Aunt Wan San didn't say anything, they just stood there quietly.

"Why waste time talking to a dead person!" Nie Zhaonan said suddenly, his voice unusually indifferent.

At this moment, the battlefield, which had already become tense due to the sudden attack of the Six Paths Supreme Saint, became even more solemn and silent, as if it was a precursor to a volcanic eruption.

"What qualifications do you have to say such arrogant words?" the big man with untied hair said in a buzzing voice, his tone full of contempt.

Ling Yuling put the flying gold-eating insect into the spirit beast bag. At the same time, she handed the storage bag containing the green spirit fruit to Nie Zhaonan, then turned into a long rainbow and flew away.

The storage bag in Nie Zhaonan's hand suddenly disappeared in a flash of white light.

"I originally didn't plan to use this magical power, but now it seems that it is better to get rid of you as soon as possible." Nie Zhaonan's eyes swept over the six and four people, and a faint voice uttered.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Zhaonan began to make hand gestures and changed them so rapidly that even the Yuanying cultivators could not see his hand gestures at all and could only see extremely blurry afterimages.

"Stop him quickly!" Liudao shouted and shot out.

During the previous confrontation with Nie Zhaonan, Liudao knew that he had greatly underestimated Nie Zhaonan's strength. Now that he saw that the other party was about to use some extremely powerful killing move, he naturally could not let him do so.

The burly man with untied hair made a seal with his hands, then opened his mouth and spurted out a white bone ring. At the same time, a large blood mist emerged from the burly man's body, and in a blink of an eye it spread over an area of ​​dozens of feet nearby, forming a sea of ​​blood. At the same time, ghostly howling sounds arose from it, sweeping towards Nie Zhaonan and the other two opposite.

The petite woman next to the big man also moved, and at the same time, a soul-stirring giggle came out of her cherry lips. She shook her sleeves, and puffs of pink mist flew out from her sleeves, with a fragrant smell that made people's hearts sway and they couldn't help themselves.

Wan Sangu sprayed out a golden round bead, which turned into a cloud of light and attacked.

Seeing this, Ling Tianlei and Wen Qing naturally did not dare to be negligent. They each used their magical powers and emitted colorful rays of light to greet the enemy.

Although the current situation is very different from what was planned, the arrow has been drawn to the string and has to be shot.

The various spiritual lights and demonic energy transformed by the magical powers of both sides, after a rumbling collision, instantly intertwined together with extremely powerful momentum.

Although they were outnumbered two against four and did not have the advantage in numbers, Ling Tianlei and Wen Qing were both top cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, and they cooperated very well. When they joined forces, they were able to hold their ground against the four men of Liudao and did not lose the upper hand for the time being.

At the moment when Nie Zhaonan took action, the Nascent Soul and Jindan cultivators on both sides flew up and rushed towards each other.

When the foundation-building cultivators on both sides saw this, they shouted in unison, sacrificed their own magic weapons, and rushed over with their escape lights. A melee officially began.

However, the Jindan and foundation-building cultivators naturally stayed away from the fighting area in the center of the Yuanying stage and scattered far away.

And those Nascent Soul cultivators also unconsciously moved away from the area where Nie Zhaonan was.

For a moment, within a radius of dozens of miles, the sounds of explosions, shouts, and the collision of various magical weapons resounded through the sky, and it was impossible to tell which side had the upper hand.

On Nie Zhaonan's side, after changing his spell, white rays of light continuously shot out from between his ten fingers and shot onto the golden flying swords circling around him.

Every time a ray of spiritual light hit the surface of the sword, it penetrated into it and disappeared without any hindrance. However, the golden light on the flying sword became brighter and brighter as the spiritual light penetrated into it.

After a while, until the golden light from the sword was so bright that people could not open their eyes, Nie Zhaonan suddenly paused in the magic spell in his hand.

Then the word "Ji!" came out.

"Zheng!"

Seventy-three flying swords simultaneously made a clear sword sound, the sound was not loud, but it was very penetrating and echoed through the sky.

Along with the sound, the flying sword suddenly paused, and then soared into the sky without hesitation.

The flying sword shot towards the sky, and suddenly the sword body flashed with golden light, as dazzling as the sun, and its size suddenly grew rapidly.

Even the three-inch small sword suddenly increased by dozens of times, turning into a huge sword of seven or eight feet. And the three-foot long sword turned into a size of several dozen feet.

After the transformation was completed, seventy-three golden giant swords fell downwards in an extremely strange arrangement, like meteors, at an incredibly fast speed.

The area within a mile is covered.

As the giant sword fell, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles suddenly surged violently, and then quickly gathered towards the center from all directions, forming a surging torrent that suddenly poured into the golden giant sword.

The golden giant sword was like a whale drinking water, fearlessly absorbing the spiritual energy into the sword body.

Suddenly, vortices of spiritual energy formed around the golden giant sword.

In just a blink of an eye, the giant golden sword absorbed all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth nearby.

The spiritual energy contained in the golden giant sword has reached an extremely terrifying level, and it seems like it will explode at any time.

At this moment, feeling the change in the surrounding spiritual energy and the terrifyingly strong golden sword falling down with spiritual pressure, Liudao and others fought more and more fiercely. They all displayed earth-shaking magical powers in an attempt to break free from the entanglement of Ling Tianlei and Wen Qing and escape from this area.

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