Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 239 Clues

"How dare you be so arrogant as to intrude into the territory of the Guiluo Banner!" Looking at Nie Zhaonan opposite him, Protector Song's voice was filled with surprise and delight.

As the voice of Protector Song rang out, bursts of ghostly cries came from the surrounding green ghost fog, as if it were a ghost town.

At the same time, there was a loud sound of breaking air, and countless black lines shot out from the mist, heading straight for Nie Zhaonan and entangled him.

Protector Song actually launched an attack without waiting for Nie Zhaonan to respond, showing no intention of underestimating him in his actions.

Nie Zhaonan just raised the sword in his hand and swung it casually. Several golden lights burst out from the blade. After flashing several times, the black lines that were attacking from all directions paused for a moment, and then turned into countless small sections and fell down.

But immediately, these broken black lines turned into green mist and drifted away in all directions, without any sign of being hurt at all.

It seemed that Protector Song had anticipated that the ghost thread could not entangle Nie Zhaonan, and he did not hesitate to unleash the maximum power of the flag in his hand.

He suddenly threw the flag in his hand, and it went into the green mist and lay motionless.

Just as the obscure spell came out of his mouth, something that shocked him horribly happened. He looked at the incredible scene in front of him with horror in his eyes!
A dazzling white light suddenly emerged from Nie Zhaonan's body, and with a thunderclap, he disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was only thirty feet away from him.

He was not the least bit surprised by this. When he was watching the battle in secret just now, he knew that Nie Zhaonan knew the magical power of "Thunder Escape", but it took some time to perform this skill and it definitely could not be performed instantly, otherwise no one would be able to check and balance him.

Just at the moment when Nie Zhaonan's figure emerged, a pair of green wings several meters long appeared behind him out of nowhere. The wings flapped lightly, accompanied by an imperceptible roar, and Nie Zhaonan's figure disappeared again without a trace.

A flash of sword light passed by, and Protector Song's body stiffened. A clearly visible line of blood divided his body into two halves in an unusually regular manner, and slowly slid down to both sides.

His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief left over from his lifetime. It seemed that Dharma Protector Song was killed directly by the sword along with his Nascent Soul, and died like that.

Just when the surroundings fell into silence for a moment, something strange happened.

Without any warning, four black lines burst out from the broken body and fled in four directions, even abandoning the storage bag on his body and the Guiluo Banner not far away.

"Master, save me!!!" A shrill cry for help was heard simultaneously from four black lines, echoing over an area of ​​dozens of miles and covering the entire battlefield.

This voice full of despair made every monk in the field shudder, as if they would suffer the same fate as the one who made the scream in the next moment.

Therefore, both sides of the fight, whether it was the Mulan Taoist priest or the cultivators from various forces in Tiannan, all pushed their skills to the extreme without any prior agreement, and did not care about the consumption of mana at all, pushing their magic instruments and magic treasures to the extreme.

For a moment, the battle on the entire battlefield became more and more dangerous and fierce.

"No one can save you." Nie Zhaonan's voice was soft and very calm.

Four clear sword sounds rang out, like a countdown to death.

The four Gengjin Divine Thunder swords arrived first after being launched later, and after a flash, they pierced into the fleeing black line. The flying swords twisted slightly, and the black line disappeared into nothingness out of thin air.

“You used a secret technique to allow your Nascent Soul to dodge the fatal blow of the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword. Do you really think you can escape my perception?” Nie Zhaonan shook his head and chuckled.

Dharma Protector Song, who was already on the defensive, must have felt very depressed upon hearing these words. This secret technique of splitting the Nascent Soul had saved the lives of Tianluo Sect elders from the hands of Nascent Soul late-stage cultivators countless times. However, the Tianluo Sect's most powerful secret technique of saving lives was of no use when he used it today.

Without too much hesitation, Nie Zhaonan recalled the flying sword with a thought. While the flames engulfed the remains of Protector Song, he also put his storage bag into his pocket. With a flash of his body, he arrived in front of the standing Gui Luo Banner.

Dharma Protector Song was killed by Nie Zhaonan with the force of thunder, and did not have extra time to unleash the power of the banner, but the Guiluo Banner revealed its true face.

This flag is about two meters high, and the mist on its surface has dissipated.

The emerald green banner was filled with human faces that had been shrunk countless times.

There were men and women, young and old, including quite a few cultivators. They were wriggling on the banner as if alive, and each of them had an expression of pain on their face.

Nie Zhaonan took a quick look and waved his sleeves. A white light covered the Guiluo Banner. The banner shrank rapidly in the light and returned to its original shape. It was then absorbed into his sleeves and put away.

There is no need to express excessive emotion. This world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. No one can guarantee that they will not end up in such a miserable state. Even worse is possible.

After taking a few steps, the green thunder wings behind him disappeared. When Nie Zhaonan came out of the mist, he heard a pair of extremely shocking words.

"Where is Protector Song? No matter how strong you are, it is impossible for you to kill Protector Song in just a moment!" The sloppy old man looked past Nie Zhaonan and looked at the mist behind him, but the mist gradually dissipated and he did not see the figure he wanted to see, not even the slightest trace.

The sloppy old man came to the conclusion that the scream before was actually real.

Seeing the sloppy old man surrounded by flying sand and rocks, and being protected by a piece of spiritual sand, resisting the attack of six Gengjin Divine Thunder Swords, Nie Zhaonan showed a hint of surprise on his face.

Although most of the spiritual sand had been shattered into dust under the attack of the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword, it still blocked the sharp sword blade.

This kind of defensive power is also very amazing, it is really not an ordinary thing.

"It seems you have guessed his fate." Seeing the look of doubt on the old man's face, Nie Zhaonan spoke lightly to explain.

Because most of the cultivators on the battlefield were busy fighting with their opponents, they would die if they were not careful, so everyone was concentrating and had little extra energy to observe the battle situation nearby. Therefore, only a few people knew that Nie Zhaonan had killed Protector Song.

"You have such strength, why do you pretend to be an early cultivator without caring about your own face?" The old man asked with a hint of questioning, but the humility in his tone was fully revealed, and even trembling. At the same time, the spell in his hand was constantly performed, and streams of deep yellow magic power were continuously injected into the surrounding spiritual sand.

"Hmph, I have been relying on this initial stage magic power from the beginning to the end, and have never used any higher level of cultivation. How can I say that I don't care about my reputation? I can only blame him for not being as skilled as others." Nie Zhaonan snorted coldly, with a hint of anger in his tone.

As he spoke, he raised one hand, stood in front of him, and slowly pinched the magic formula to control the flying sword.

Suddenly, the six Gengjin Divine Thunder Swords seemed to be infused with spirituality, and the flying swords became more agile and light as they circled. At the same time, the sword light, as dense as drizzle, and like rays of golden sun, shot straight towards the old man from all directions, leaving no gaps at all.

Just like that, the sound of rain hitting the banana leaves was heard, accompanied by a gust of dust flying, making the surrounding area yellow and hazy.

The sloppy old man was groaning in his heart. The sword light was not as powerful as the flying sword itself, but there were so many of them. The attack was several times more powerful than before.

Maintaining the spiritual sand to protect the body consumes a lot of mana, and now the consumption of mana has increased dramatically.

He knew that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, and all the ways to escape flashed through his mind.
Nie Zhaonan was not in a hurry to kill this man. After all, the war had just begun and there was still a long way to go, so it would be nice to just take a break here.

So Nie Zhaonan looked like he was flying the sword seriously, but in fact most of his mind was focused on the battlefield.

At this time, Han Li had already escaped, and used several powerful blue fire thunders to rescue several Tiannan monks who were also trapped in the Blood Net. However, he himself was entangled by a clone released by the fourth divine master hidden by Mulan and two level seven sky tiger beasts.

Nie Zhaonan didn't have much interest in Han Li and just glanced at him. He did take a few more glances at the Sky Tiger Beast that could perform teleportation, but that was all.

After all, apart from its innate ability to teleport and its proficiency in escape techniques, this Sky Tiger Beast has no other powerful abilities. At most, it can be used as an aid to harass the opponent and cannot play any key role.

At this point in the battle, both sides have used their trump cards.

Saint Mulan carefully took out the sacred object inherited by their Mulan clan - the ancient bronze lamp from the storage bag, and placed it on the palm of her hand. Then she raised it into the air, opened her lips slightly, and a wisp of white fire spurted out of her mouth, lighting the ancient lamp.

The woman clasped her hands together and slowly uttered a low and obscure spell, which was filled with an indescribable wild aura.

Even Nie Zhaonan, who had learned several languages, could not understand what was being said. It was obviously not a language commonly used in the human world.

Under the slightly fanatical gaze of Saint Mulan, the ancient bronze lamp suddenly trembled, phantoms appeared, and nine identical ancient lamps flashed out.

Suddenly, without any warning, the ancient lamp emitted a bright green light, and nine flames floated out from the lamp at the same time, transforming into a ball of green flame the size of a head.

With a clear cry, a green firebird about a foot in size emerged in the firelight.

This bird has a light body, long green feathers, and a pair of flaming eyes that shine like gems. It is actually a gorgeous green peacock.

It looked around with an arrogant demeanor, then paused slightly when it met Nie Zhaonan's eyes. However, it looked towards Saint Mulan below as if nothing had happened, tilted its neck slightly, and uttered some barbaric ancient language from ancient times from its sharp mouth.

The Holy Lady of the Mulan clan bowed respectfully three times towards the bird, and the same words came out of her mouth, and they started a conversation.

When Nie Zhaonan saw this scene, a solemn look appeared on his face. Although the eye contact just now was brief, he knew clearly that the peacock had seen through some clues in him.

Although there is no book in the human world that records the cultivation level of a person who can cross the interface and descend into the state of a spirit, Nie Zhaonan is very clear about this.

In order to resist the power of the interface, not only does one need the help of extremely rare and special treasures, but one's own strength must also be extremely strong, otherwise it would be like a good cook without rice.

To put it more intuitively, the identity and origin of the sacred beast Tianlan that is worshipped by Tuwu is terrifyingly great. Not only is it a demon in the spiritual world in the fusion stage, but it is also the Cave Heaven Rat King, one of the seven demon kings. Its strength is also the best among humans and demons, and few people can match it.

The magical powers of the combined cultivators are beyond Nie Zhaonan's imagination now. It turned out that the Cave Heaven Rat King got together with Han Li's spirit beast, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede, simply because his incarnation that came to this world had spent some time with Han Li. After Han Li ascended to the spirit world, the Cave Heaven Rat King got together. If it weren't for the Cave Heaven Rat King using some innate magical powers, Nie Zhaonan would never believe that such a coincidence would happen.

Even if Han Li had not inadvertently activated the Xuantian Soul-Slaying Sword, causing a series of changes and leaving Tianyuan City early and entering the wilderness of the spiritual world, Han Li would probably have been found by the Cave Heaven Rat King.

Scenes of information about the cross-border separation of spirits flashed through Nie Zhaonan's mind, but most of his attention was focused on the blue peacock.

Until a halo rose from his body, and then green flames came out of his body, and he turned into a huge firebird and rushed towards the seven Nascent Soul monks with fluttering white hair.

At this time, Nie Zhaonan felt a little relieved, but his mind was not yet fully recovered.

Although this peacock can only control the power of the fire spirit of heaven and earth in the human world and improve its own cultivation to the late Nascent Soul stage, it is still no small matter. Ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivators are no match for it. Its own cultivation is two or three major realms higher than his. It is just the right opportunity to observe.

The seven Nascent Soul cultivators, each holding a rare treasure of different styles, were none other than the famous Seven Taizhen Cultivators.

The seven rare treasures are an ancient mirror, a red ruler, a yellow spear, a token, a small tripod, a jade fan, and a ruyi. On the surface, they have no connection at all, but they are a set of treasures - the Seven Treasures of Taizhen, which is one of the inheritances of the Taizhen Sect, the first righteous sect in southern Tian. The power of each rare treasure is far beyond that of ancient treasures.

In this way, with the combined strength of seven people and seven treasures, they brought their cultivation and the power of the seven treasures to the extreme, and blocked the green light cones emitted by the peacock several times in succession. However, they were still in danger from the green peacock. They only had the strength to parry, but not to fight back. It can be said that they were completely at a disadvantage.

This is the case when the Blue Peacock is unable to exert greater magical powers due to its limited strength.

Nie Zhaonan had no intention of helping Taizhen Sect as he did not have much friendship with them, so he turned his gaze towards another battlefield.

Cheng and Lu from Luoyun Sect knew that their strength was at the bottom among the Nascent Soul cultivators and that it was impossible for them to kill a Nascent Soul magician. So the two of them had been inseparable since the beginning of the war, and had decided to work together to protect themselves in this war.

(End of this chapter)