Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 238 Confident
When the war broke out, he secretly used this secret technique to carefully investigate the Nascent Soul cultivators in Tiannan.

When all his attention was on Nie Zhaonan's waist, his heart began to pound harder than ever before.

This unprecedented strong feeling made his heart beat fast.

Looking at Nie Zhaonan, whose cultivation level is only at the early Nascent Soul stage, to him, isn't this just like a child parading around with a treasure, bringing him a treasure?
Because this secret technique neither uses spiritual awareness nor the ability of spiritual eyes, but is a kind of strange perception, it can be said to be hidden and abnormal, even Nie Zhaonan discovered it.

"Go to hell!" the old man shouted angrily, then opened his mouth and a yellow-brown triangular hill spurted out of his mouth.

First, a ray of light burst out from the hill, blocking Nie Zhaonan's sight, and then a dazzling yellow light shot out from it, making it impossible for people to open their eyes. Those who were fighting around subconsciously closed their eyes, stopped what they were doing, and retreated backwards, away from this place.

Nie Zhaonan only had a flash of blue light in his eyes, and he took in all the changes in front of him without being affected at all.

In the yellow light, the originally pitifully small triangular mountain-shaped magic weapon suddenly grew rapidly without making any noise. Under the cover of the light, it turned into a mountain of dozens of feet in the blink of an eye.

And with a low spell, it spun rapidly, with the mountain top facing the opposite side, and smashed towards Nie Zhaonan at an incredible speed, carrying a force of tremendous strength, with the intention of killing him with one blow.

When Nie Zhaonan saw this scene, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but his body stood there motionless.

At the bottom of the mountain, a scruffy old man placed a pair of skinny hands on it, continuously injecting magic power into it. He observed this strange scene with his spiritual sense, and was a little suspicious in his heart, but he grinned on his wrinkled face and thought to himself:

"My life-saving magic weapon, 'Xuanhuang Mountain', is made of extremely heavy Xuanhuang crystals buried thousands of feet underground, carefully refined with various precious spiritual materials, and has been cultivated by me for hundreds of years. Now I am not sparing any mana to activate it with all my strength. No matter how amazing the power of the treasure in your hand is, it is powerless to stop it. Not being destroyed by a single blow, just being severely injured is the best outcome for you!"

Thinking of this, the old man became more confident, and the magic power in his Dantian meridians circulated faster.

Seeing that the mountain peak with a cold metallic glow was about to approach him in the next moment, Nie Zhaonan suddenly emitted golden light and slowly raised a fist. To ordinary people, his speed seemed as slow as a turtle, but in fact it was several points faster than lightning.

The golden hands only blurred for a moment, and then fists as big as bowls appeared in front of him. It was impossible to count their number. All he could see was that they covered a large area in front of him, tightly covering it.

"Bang bang." The fist shadows collided with the mountain, and the fist shadows dissipated and disappeared one after another. The rapidly spinning mountain also stagnated and slowed down.

"Ah!" The old man was shocked.

There was a hint of sneer on Nie Zhaonan's lips.

Although he didn't know the reason, since the great master Mulan dared to come towards him so blatantly and attract his attention, he didn't need to go back.

Nie Zhaonan loosened his clenched fists, spread out his five fingers, and his two palms became several feet in size with golden light. He grasped the top of the mountain with one hand and stomped heavily in the air twice.

Under the shocked gaze of the sloppy old man, Nie Zhaonan, who looked like a god descending from heaven, forcibly lifted up his natal magic weapon.

No matter how he practiced his skills and controlled the magic weapon, Xuanhuang Mountain was just flashing with light and could not move at all. He had no way to break free from the pair of tight golden hands.

The sloppy old man was really shocked and had the idea of ​​retreating, but when he looked at the storage bag on Nie Zhaonan's waist, he was reluctant to leave.

If Nie Zhaonan had not mastered the Ming Wang Jue and Qu Gu Jue, and had not consumed countless dragon scale fruits to increase his strength, it would have been impossible for Nie Zhaonan to achieve such an exaggerated level of strength as to be able to bear up a mountain.

Just as the old man's face was changing from gloomy to happy, he was thinking about it.

Nie Zhaonan moved his arms, and there was a loud sound of breaking air. Xuanhuang Mountain smashed towards the old man like a meteor. Both its strength and speed were much more powerful than before, as if this Xuanhuang Mountain was Nie Zhaonan's magic weapon.

Seeing Xuanhuangshan, who had "betrayed his master" and was even more powerful, the old man was extremely angry, but he still had some rationality in his heart. He had no intention of competing with Nie Zhaonan. He stomped his feet hard and shot out to the side like a crossbow arrow. At the same time, he kept pinching the magic formula to control his own magic weapon with his hands and muttered to himself.

Just like that, Xuanhuang Mountain suddenly became smaller under the old man's control. However, he was unable to resolve the force attached to Xuanhuang Mountain by this alone, and it continued to fall towards the ground below.

There was a loud bang, and even though he was in mid-air, the old man could clearly feel the air shaking a few times, and dust was flying below, and a deep pit was formed.

"Your Excellency is really good at this. Your body-refining skills have reached the pinnacle, but this is not enough to save your life!"

The old man looked at Nie Zhaonan with strange eyes, and his words were filled with even more murderous intent.

At the same time, he sucked into the deep pit below with one hand behind his back. A yellow light shot out from it and disappeared into his sleeve in an instant.

He no longer planned to use this item again, at least when facing his opponent Nie Zhaonan.

"Really? It seems that you are full of confidence, but I don't know how long you can hold out under my fist and how strong you can still be." Nie Zhaonan glanced at the old man indifferently and said in a neutral tone.

Nie Zhaonan was not surprised at the source of the old man's confidence. It was nothing more than him relying on the fact that his cultivation level was apparently higher than his own.

But in fact, Nie Zhaonan himself has already advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage. The old man's confidence seems like a ridiculous joke to Nie Zhaonan.

However, he had no intention of exposing his own cultivation. His current strength was several times stronger than when he first advanced to the Nascent Soul stage. His current initial stage of cultivation was enough to deal with all opponents in the field.

"Boy, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue in such a strong wind?" the old man counterattacked without retreating at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw white arcs of electricity suddenly jumping on the body of Nie Zhaonan, who was covered in golden light. Suddenly, with a thunderous roar, his figure disappeared without a trace.

"Thunder Escape!" The old man's face changed drastically and he blurted out.

The old man didn't think much about it. Without any hesitation, he shook his sleeves, and a gray shield spun around, changed direction, and flew backwards.

In the blink of an eye, its body expanded and turned into a huge shield blocking behind it.

Seeing this instinctive reaction, Nie Zhaonan seemed to have anticipated it. After swinging his two arms, they immediately turned into countless fist shadows, blooming around like golden lotuses, and with another move, they rushed towards the gray giant shield like raindrops.

Although the fist shadows look ordinary, each strike contains the inhuman power from Nie Zhaonan's strong body.

The moment the fist shadow hit the gray giant, the surface that originally seemed extremely solid immediately became covered with golden and gray light, and clearly visible fist marks appeared on the surface, and debris flew everywhere.

The old man behind the giant shield tried his best to apply his magic power to the shield, his face was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

A physical cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage who also possesses the great magical power of Thunder Escape, this is such a combination that would be difficult for anyone to handle.

In just a breath of time, the giant escape was shattered with a crisp sound under the violent attacks of the fist shadows.

And all this happened in just a breath.

A trace of pain flashed across the sloppy old man's face. This shield was an ancient defensive treasure that was extremely suitable for his own martial arts. He didn't expect it to be destroyed so easily. However, he retreated backwards without any hesitation.

Suddenly, loud claps were heard from one side, followed by a voice. The excitement in the voice was not concealed at all, and anyone could hear it.

"Great, great! I didn't expect that there are such top-quality corpse refining materials as yours in Tiannan. It seems that my vision is really good!" Tianluo Zong was covered in a black robe, and the pair of eyes under the brim of his hat looked at Nie Zhaonan with burning eyes.

He could naturally see that with Nie Zhaonan's body refining skills, he would not suffer any damage even if he was attacked by a magic weapon. This would be extremely difficult for other Nascent Soul cultivators, but not for them, the magic cultivators.

"Protector Song, I'm here to help you! If we join forces, we can fight against even a late-stage cultivator. There will be no problem in taking down this kid!" When the sloppy old man saw the man in black robe appear, he immediately stopped his escape and spoke with full confidence, as if the person who was about to escape was not him at all.

Although he felt somewhat disgusted and despised the sloppy old man's act of running away as soon as he fell into a disadvantage, the man in black robe had no intention of refusing the old man's help and nodded lightly.

"Why are there so many people seeking death today?" Nie Zhaonan glanced at the two of them indifferently and said expressionlessly.

There was no sign of surprise on his face at the appearance of Dharma Protector Song. After all, it was absolutely impossible for a mid-stage cultivator to spy in secret and hide it from his current powerful spiritual sense. He already knew Dharma Protector Song's whereabouts very well.

The old man was confused and bewildered by Nie Zhaonan's words, but Protector Song seemed to have heard nothing.

“Boy, if you beg for mercy now and offer your Dharma body to me, maybe I can spare your Nascent Soul life.” Dharma Protector Song said in an aggressive and cold voice.

Nie Zhaonan did not answer. He raised his arm and snapped his fingers several times. Six golden lights, about an inch long, shot out like arrows and headed straight towards the old man in yellow opposite him.

Then he clenched his palm into the air, and a three-foot-long sword shining with golden light was held in his hand. It was the main sword of the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword that had been cultivated in his dantian for a long time.

What he just casually flicked out were six of the seventy-two Gengjin Divine Thunder swords.

Facing the oncoming flying sword, the sloppy old man did not dare to be careless because of his previous lesson. He took out an ancient treasure in the shape of a stone slab, and it turned into a stone wall out of thin air to protect himself.

However, this seemingly indestructible stone wall was like paper when it came into contact with the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword. It was broken and pierced through by a single poke, and it couldn't even resist for a moment.

"How is this possible!" the old man screamed.

"Geng Jing! This sharp gold treasure has been mixed into your flying sword! But even with the addition of Geng Jing, it shouldn't be so easy to destroy an ancient defensive treasure!" Dharma Protector Song also cried out in surprise, with the last sentence filled with deep doubt.

Protector Song wanted to think more deeply, but he no longer had time.

Because Nie Zhaonan was already holding a long sword, he disappeared in the flickering white arcs of electricity as before.

Facing Nie Zhaonan holding a sharp sword, Protector Song did not dare to slack off for a moment.

From what he had just seen, the sharpness of the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword had far exceeded his understanding. He knew very well that if he was hit by the sword, his body would be destroyed and he would not be able to resist it head-on.

"It seems that I have to sacrifice the Tianluo Sect's most precious treasure, the 'Ghost Luo Banner'." A layer of darkness rose on Song Protector's face, and he spoke in a stern tone.

Sensing Nie Zhaonan's figure emerging behind him, and the long sword that made his skin feel cold even before it touched him, he raised his hand without saying a word and punched himself hard in the chest.

With a "wow" sound, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and mixed in with the black blood was a small green flag about an inch long.

As soon as the banner came out, green light flashed and it immediately absorbed all the black blood around it. Then the banner turned into emerald green as if it had taken a tonic.

Dharma Protector Song waved at the flag with a gloomy face. With a whoosh, the small flag suddenly turned into a green light and shot into his hand. He rubbed his hands together without stopping. After the light became bright, the green flag immediately grew to several feet in size.

The banner was gleaming green and shrouded in dark clouds, making it impossible to see its true appearance and looking very mysterious.

"It is your honor to witness the power of the Guiluo Banner and die under it." Dharma Protector Song turned around and said confidently to the banner in his hand.

Then he suddenly grabbed the banner and gently waved it towards Nie Zhaonan.

With a "puff", as if something had lost its air, a dark green cloud emerged from the banner. Then it swelled rapidly, covering the figure of Song the guardian, and continued to spread out to the outside, with no intention of stopping for a while.

At the same time, a freezing cold wind suddenly blew nearby, and many dark clouds flew in the sky. The whole sky turned dark in an instant. The wind and clouds changed, blocking the sunlight without a trace, and the sky nearby became dim.

Nie Zhaonan turned a blind eye to this and danced with a sword in his hand. The golden sword energy radiated and dispersed the dark clouds in front of him, forming an empty passage. After a white protective aura appeared on his body, his figure flashed and disappeared into the dark clouds.

As Nie Zhaonan entered, the passage returned to normal under the sweep of emerald green clouds.

(End of this chapter)