Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 240 Help
But unfortunately, they were targeted by a pair of twin brothers from a large tribe in Mulan.

These two people seem to be carved from the same mold in terms of both figure and appearance. One has a big belly and one is short and fat. There is absolutely no difference between them.

The only thing that could distinguish them was that the two men were wearing red and green clothes respectively. Standing together, they looked very funny.

But Cheng and Lu looked at the smiling twin brothers and couldn't help but look at each other, and they saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.

This pair of twin brothers not only have exactly the same cultivation base, but also their spiritual root attributes and cultivation methods are surprisingly consistent. In addition, they are twin brothers, and they are born with a special sensibility towards each other. As a result, the effect of their joining forces is more than just one plus one equals two.

Seeing the expressions of Cheng and Lu, the twin brothers looked even more proud. After looking at each other, as if they had telepathic connection, they simultaneously sacrificed the two hammers in their hands, but the magic formulas in their hands suddenly changed. They both injected most of their magic power into one of the giant hammers.

With the concerted efforts of the two, the giant hammer burst out with a dazzling black light and disappeared in a flash.

Suddenly, Lu Luo felt the black iron shield he had raised was shaken violently. After a loud "bang", the shield was knocked back, and the cracks on it were clearly visible. If it were to withstand such a blow again, the shield would definitely be damaged.

Lu Luo was so frightened that his soul flew away. The giant hammer that could only be used to smash things around before not only became much more powerful, but it also stimulated the incredible power of teleportation, which caused him to suffer a great loss.

But after all, he had been practicing for hundreds of years. Although his strength was not outstanding, he would not be frightened by such a blow.

Lu Luo hurriedly cast several spells at the shield, trying to stop the attack, but the shield only paused slightly before flying towards him to no avail.

Just as the black iron shield was about to hit Lu Luo himself, suddenly a figure flashed, and two arms pressed on Lu Luo's shoulders, and at the same time a huge amount of spiritual power flowed into his body.

"Junior brother, cast the spell quickly! I will lend you a helping hand!" An anxious voice came, it was the voice of the old man named Cheng.

Hearing this, the panic on Lu Luo's face disappeared for a moment, and he immediately perked up. In one breath, he once again cast out four or five mysterious and obscure spells. The black iron shield finally stopped at a distance of four or five feet, and Lu Luo successfully regained control of it.

Both of them couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

After experiencing this scene, Cheng and Lu dared not take it lightly anymore. They used the power of the ancient treasures to the fullest to protect themselves.

Seeing this scene, Nie Zhaonan, who was standing leisurely in front of the sloppy old man, shook his head in disapproval.

"If this goes on, Fellow Daoist Cheng and Fellow Daoist Lu will have no problem saving their lives, but they will inevitably suffer serious damage to their vitality." Nie Zhaonan's expression remained unchanged, but he murmured something in an inaudible voice.

Remembering Song Yu's request before the war, Nie Zhaonan looked at the twin brothers and snorted coldly.

Others didn't hear anything and didn't think there was anything unusual, but the twin brothers who were wielding the giant hammers heard this bone-chilling cold snort.

Although the sound was not loud, as soon as it entered my ears, I suddenly felt a tearing pain in my consciousness.

The twin brothers' fat bodies twitched and they screamed involuntarily. All their magic power stagnated and they fell downwards.

The four huge hammers that were about to launch a powerful strike also lost control and fell heavily downwards.

At this moment, although Cheng and Lu did not know why the twin brothers screamed, they knew that this situation was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to win, so they took action and used their strongest means.

The old man surnamed Cheng slapped his storage bag with one hand, then raised his hand, and a three-foot-long snow-white sword shot out towards one of the people below.

The sword was as crystal clear as jade, and there was a hint of coldness coming from the sword. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary ancient treasure. However, in previous fights, no matter how critical the situation was, the old man surnamed Cheng never used it from beginning to end. It could be said that he was extremely experienced.

Lu Luo's method was much simpler. He just flipped his palm and a dark purple bead shot out.

Both of them moved as fast as lightning, without even the slightest hesitation, as if they had been waiting for this moment at any time.

The next moment, the stabbing pain in their consciousness suddenly disappeared. The twin brothers were horrified, not knowing who had attacked them, but they did not have any extra time to think.

Because the murderous intention is already here, hesitation will lead to death.

Just as the two men's fat hands were touching the storage bags at their waists, the same cold snort as before was heard.

"Ah!" The twin brothers roared in fear. Their minds were in so much pain that they had no energy left to release magic weapons or perform escape techniques.

The two men, filled with shock and anger, had already understood at this moment that there was a guy in the dark who was proficient in the secret art of spiritual attack and was determined to kill them. He had no intention of joking at all.

While he was furious, he couldn't help but wonder how he had provoked the person who was plotting against him.

Could it be because of those two old guys? This was the twin brothers' final doubt.

After two "sizzling" and "bang" sounds, the twin brothers were no longer there, and even their Nascent Souls were not spared.

"Brother, which fellow Taoist do you think secretly helped us two brothers?" Lu Luo put away the two gray storage bags with a happy look on his face, handed one of them to the old man named Cheng, and asked curiously.

The old man surnamed Cheng took the storage bag without hesitation, put it into his sleeves, and then replied slowly:
"The only one who is willing to help us and has such strength is the mysterious Fellow Daoist Nie. But we should not make it public. Fellow Daoist Nie uses such secretive means and he definitely does not want others to know about it. We should keep our mouths shut." The old man surnamed Cheng has lived for nearly a thousand years, so his mind is naturally very active and insightful.

"Brother, what you said is absolutely right. Until now, I still don't know how the twin brothers were attacked!" Upon hearing this, Lu Luo's smile faded, and he also transmitted the message and sighed.

"Okay, junior brother, don't think too much about this matter." The old man surnamed Cheng looked at Lu Luo and reminded him lightly.

Lu Luo nodded and met his senior brother's gaze, seeing the same thoughts in their eyes.

When Nie Zhaonan came to visit their Luoyun Sect, they knew from the clues he showed that Nie Zhaonan was not an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. The scene before them made them have a clearer understanding of his strength. He made the two Nascent Soul cultivators lose the power to resist without even showing his face. With this method, killing them would be as easy as killing a chicken.

At the same time, Nie Zhaonan, who should have been mighty in the eyes of Cheng and Lu, suffered a backlash because of using the "Shocking Soul Thorn" twice in a row. His consciousness was agitated and his eyes turned black.

After secretly shouting that he had made a mistake, Nie Zhaonan hastily reached his hand to his mouth. At some point, a jade bottle of emerald green color appeared in his palm. He flicked the cork of the bottle with a flick of his finger and poured the gray-black pill inside into his mouth.

Nie Zhaonan immediately used the Taiyi Divine Thunder Art to refine some of the medicinal power in the Soul Nourishing Pill. The discomfort in his mind disappeared without a trace, and his clear eyes slowly opened.

The spiritual attack secret technique of 'Shocking Soul Stab' is not difficult to practice. As long as the spiritual consciousness is strong enough to meet the requirements, practicing this secret technique is a natural thing.

This was also the first time that Nie Zhaonan used the secret technique of "Shocking Soul" against the enemy. Seeing such amazing results, he was delighted and used this secret technique again, but he did not expect such consequences.

Of course, this is also because the strength of his spiritual awareness is still some distance away, otherwise there would not be such a strong backlash.

Fortunately, it was not serious and he did not suffer any damage to his soul. Thanks to the amazing effect of the Soul-Nourishing Pill on the soul, he recovered in just a moment.

The sloppy old man who was constantly attacked by the sword light saw all of Nie Zhaonan's expressions and movements from beginning to end, including the scene of backlash, and was immediately overjoyed.

"My chance has come! I dared to take so many elixirs at one time even though I suffered backlash. The huge medicinal power in the elixirs cannot be suppressed at once. I have to practice my skills all the time and use my mana to refine and suppress it. My strength is definitely greatly restricted!" This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape flashed through the sloppy old man's mind.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, it would definitely be as the sloppy old man expected. However, how could Nie Zhaonan, who had practiced the Taiyi Divine Thunder Art, guess it with common sense?

For others, the medicinal power might be so huge that it would take several months to slowly refine it, but under the domineering Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique, it could not cause any waves at all, and the impact on Nie Zhaonan was almost zero.

But the slovenly old man was naturally unaware of all this, and without any hesitation he shouted angrily: "Daoyou, you have amazing magical powers, and you can kill me in just a few moves. Why do you have to tease me like this! Do you really think I have no temper? As a cultivator, why should we fear death? Come and fight!"

The fighting spirit in his tone was extremely high, and there was a determination to die, as if one was heading for the mountain even though one knew there was a tiger there.

Seeing that the old man had changed his previous attitude of cherishing his life, Nie Zhaonan was slightly stunned, but he understood after thinking about it that his real intention was probably to confuse him and then escape.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, two yellow rays of light suddenly shot out from his sleeves, which were motionless at all.

A blue light flashed in Nie Zhaonan's eyes, and he saw the true appearance of two of the objects. They were actually two short spears of ancient style, both of which were ancient treasures without exception.

Before Nie Zhaonan could see the inscriptions on them clearly, the two short spears flashed away dozens of feet and suddenly exploded.

This old man was also very wealthy, and he blew up the two ancient treasures without blinking an eye. The powerful energy and shock wave generated by this blew away all the surrounding sword lights.

Seizing this hard-earned opportunity and relying on the thrust of the air wave, the sloppy old man gathered the spiritual sand around his body, then fled away quickly into the distance with gusts of yellow wind, at an incredibly fast speed!

Wherever the yellow wind swept through, both friendly and enemy cultivators were blown to and fro, and their bodies staggered.

The sloppy old man was only concerned with escaping for his own life at this moment and didn't care about anything else.

He subconsciously scanned back with his spiritual sense, but did not see Nie Zhaonan there. His heart skipped a beat and he immediately changed direction and rushed straight up into the sky.

But what the old man didn't expect was that it was too late.

The moment he moved, a figure in a dark black robe appeared behind him as if expected, and raised his hand casually, and a golden round bead shot out as fast as lightning.

With the old man's Nascent Soul stage consciousness, he naturally sensed the abnormality behind him.

But at such a close distance, he was only concerned with escaping and could not dodge. The only thing he could do was to inject a large amount of magic power into the yellow and orange protective light curtain, hoping to resist the golden bead that seemed to have no power hidden in it.

Although he knew that the possibility was almost zero, he had no other choice but to pray in his heart.

With a loud bang, golden light exploded, and the orange-yellow light curtain collapsed and disintegrated in the light, followed by golden lightning.

The old man inside let out a wail, and half of his body disappeared.

The remaining half was engulfed by the golden lightning and broke into several sections again. It flew out, with charred marks all over the surface and wisps of gray smoke rising.

Seeing that he failed to kill the enemy in one blow as expected, Nie Zhaonan sighed lightly and said, "The lightning bead condensed by Gengjin Divine Thunder is still a little weak in power after all."

The terrified expression on the old man's still intact head had not yet faded, but it immediately turned into an extremely resentful look, and he stared at Nie Zhaonan.

But unexpectedly, with a loud "bang", a section of the body that had flown a very long distance suddenly exploded on its own, and a ball of dazzling yellow light flew out from it, instantly shooting out more than ten feet away. Inside was a baby about an inch tall that looked similar to the old man.

It turned out that the sloppy old man used some secret technique to let the Nascent Soul live in the remains of his body, and used his own head as bait to attract Nie Zhaonan's attention, allowing the Nascent Soul to fly out of the remains of his body unexpectedly, hoping to escape with his life. He was extremely cunning.

But in Nie Zhaonan's hands, there has never been a precedent of a cultivator escaping with his life by relying on his Nascent Soul.

As expected, as the Nascent Soul flew out, Nie Zhaonan disappeared in a flash of silver light, and then appeared above the Nascent Soul's head.

He raised his hand, and in a burst of golden light, a sword net appeared above his head.

It was just a sword light that Nie Zhaonan casually transformed, but because it was transformed from the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword, its sharpness was definitely something that no other magic weapon could withstand.

Seeing this scene, the Nascent Soul in the yellow light showed fear on its face, and in panic it opened its mouth and spit out Xuanhuang Mountain to meet the falling sword net.

With a bang, Xuanhuang Mountain exploded before it even touched the sword net, as the old man's Nascent Soul technique urged it.

After the blinding yellow light, countless fragments flew everywhere. The sword net that had originally fallen was swept away by the powerful power of the life magic weapon's self-explosion.

In just this moment, the old man's Nascent Soul performed the art of teleportation.

(End of this chapter)