Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 241 Old Devil
After a flash of protective yellow light, the Nascent Soul disappeared from its original location without a trace. The next moment, it appeared more than thirty feet away. It then raised its magic power and turned into a shocking rainbow to escape from the place.

But just when the old man thought he was going to escape, a ruthless golden hand grabbed him silently, without giving him any chance to react. With a force, his Nascent Soul exploded into a bloody mist, and the sloppy old man died there.

At this time, Nie Zhaonan, who was standing in place, slowly retracted his outstretched arm, and at the same time made a move towards the old man's storage bag and collected it.

After seeing that he had killed the slovenly old man, Nie Zhaonan coldly looked at the body and remains scattered on the ground. He snapped his fingers a few times and several red fireballs popped out.

Amid the crackling sound of flames, all the debris burned fiercely in the flames and disappeared into nothingness after a moment.

Only then did Nie Zhaonan turn his eyes and look at the entire battlefield.

The battle lasted for such a long time that all the mages and monks on the battlefield looked exhausted.

It is worth mentioning that the Yin-Yang Demon Corpse of the Hehuan Sect also broke out of the sect, and after sucking the blood of a man and a woman, it joined in the battle with the Mulan Holy Bird. This suddenly relieved the pressure on the Seven Cultivators of Taizhen, and they were no longer in such danger.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the mage camp, and a group of people in black robes flew out. They were monks from the Yinluo Sect.

These people lined up in a row, and each of them had a bulging waist with seven or eight black bags hanging from it.

After a ghost banner turned into a black light and shot up into the sky, just a moment later, dark clouds suddenly rose over the entire battlefield. The clouds were so heavy and pitch black that most of the sunlight was blocked, and the area below suddenly became dark and dim.

All the immortal cultivators were stunned when they saw this.

But the pair of black card men were not surprised at all. They took out all the bags on their waists without hesitation and started muttering to themselves.

In an instant, thick black fog mixed with gusts of cold wind swarmed out of the bag.

In a blink of an eye, there was a large area of ​​dark fog in front of them, and there were crowds of people in the fog, with shining armor. It was vague and it seemed as if there were extremely terrifying things in it.

Seeing such an astonishing scene, Nie Zhaonan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

It seems that the Soul-Crying Beast can take this opportunity to improve its strength.

Because the Soul-Crying Beast has the incredible ability to advance rapidly by devouring large amounts of ghost fog demon souls and does not need to practice on its own, the effect of the Spirit Beast Pen on the Soul-Crying Beast is relatively weakened. Therefore, Nie Zhaonan did not put the Soul-Crying Beast into the Spirit Beast Pen, but instead controlled it by refining the Soul Bead.

This also resulted in the Soul-Crying Beast always being the weakest among all the spirit beasts in terms of realm strength.

This group of refined corpses wearing bronze armor are just the right food for the Soul-Crying Beast to advance.

However, Nie Zhaonan did not release the Soul-Crying Beast immediately, but waited for the opportunity, waiting for these refined corpses to rush over and then catch them all in one fell swoop.

After all, although these refined corpses walked unsteadily and the scales on their bodies kept clanking, they looked very weak.

But each of them had green eyes and exposed fangs, and without exception, they all had a cultivation level above the Foundation Establishment stage.

The three tall corpse kings walking in the front even had cultivation levels above the Jindan stage, and their eyes seemed to have quite a bit of intelligence as they moved.

For the Soul-Crying Beast, it was a feast.

But for Long Han and his team who were in charge of command and dispatch, it was not a good thing.

"Bronze-armored corpses! How can there be so many of them? There must be thousands of them!" A cultivator behind Long Han cried out in shock and anger.

"Now both we and the mages are exhausted physically and mentally. If the bronze-armored corpse attacks like this, it will be enough to affect the outcome of this battle!" Another person said with a wry smile.

"There is no other way. We have to resist for a while. Although the mages on the opposite side also have a similar number of people who have not yet moved and will definitely stop us, we have to delay it as long as possible. We can only hope that old monster Tianhen and others can come back to support us as soon as possible." Long Han said coldly.

Faced with such a group of bronze-armored corpses who were not afraid of death and were capable of affecting the outcome of this victory, the group was shocked but had no choice but to take action themselves.

When the others heard this, they looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

However, everyone was secretly gathering all their magic power, ready to burst out at any time when Long Han gave the order.

Long Han opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, he turned his head and looked to the side.

Just a few dozen feet in front of the group of bronze-armored corpses, Nie Zhaonan's figure appeared there at some point in time. He stood quietly in the air several feet away, with his hands casually behind his back, seeming to ignore the bloodthirsty corpses in front of him.

"It's time." Nie Zhaonan raised his eyes to look at the group of bronze-armored zombies and said lightly. His voice was not loud to begin with, and was even more inaudible in the noisy battlefield.

Then he flicked his hand forward, and a silver light shot out from his wide sleeves and rushed towards the group of corpses with great momentum.

Accompanied by an extremely excited beast roar that resounded throughout the entire battlefield, a dazzling silver light burst out from the silver light, blindingly bright, and then a giant beast suddenly appeared in the light.

It was the Soul-Crying Beast. As soon as it appeared, it transformed into a giant ape over twenty feet tall. Its body was as black as ink, its hair was like arrows, its eyes were as red as lanterns, and its nose was extremely large.

Then he twisted his huge head to look at the bronze-armored corpses in the black fog, pounded his chest twice with his long arms, let out a long howl of excitement, and then kicked his strong feet and pounced towards the group of corpses. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Although these refined corpses had very low intelligence, when they saw the Soul-Crying Beast attacking, they flew into the air without anyone's command. There were hundreds of them, and bursts of black gas spewed out of their mouths. At the same time, black gas also came out of their bodies, transforming into a huge black cloud that covered the Soul-Crying Beast.

The cultivation base of these corpse refiners was not high, but when so many of them spewed out corpse qi at the same time, their combined power was so strong that even a Nascent Soul cultivator would have to temporarily avoid them and not dare to take them head-on.

But the crying soul had no intention of dodging, instead it raised its head and snorted softly at the black cloud. The sound was a bit dull and not pleasant, and it didn't sound surprising at all.

However, two thick yellow beams of light suddenly spurted out from Tihun's nose along with a humming sound, and turned into a yellow cloud, sweeping towards the black clouds as fast as lightning.

It stretched, expanded, and then shrank, in just a breath, and the black clouds were like the sea being sucked into the big mouth of the weeping soul by the yellow mist without any resistance.

"What kind of spiritual beast is this? I have never seen it before, and there is no record of it in the classics. How can it be so powerful?" A white-haired old man who was knowledgeable and had read many ancient books stared at the incredible scene in the distance with wide eyes and lost his voice in shock.

While being shocked, he also returned the magic power circulating in his body to his dantian.

"Yes, just by having a high-level realm, he can actually withstand such a powerful attack that even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators cannot trigger, and he even directly swallowed the dark cloud into his stomach. It's incredible!" One person slightly opened his mouth, forgetting to close it, and echoed involuntarily.

Even though his tone was calm, it was difficult to conceal the shock in it.

The battle in the field did not stop. The Soul-Crying Beast kept humming from its nose, and bursts of yellow mist continued to roll out, spraying on the bodies of these corpses one after another. All the black air emitted by the corpses was absorbed by the yellow mist.

Even the black air hidden deep in the corpse's bone marrow was plundered by Huang Xia in an extremely domineering manner.

The corpses whose corpse qi had dissipated all turned into dead objects completely and fell directly from the sky. However, before they hit the ground, they turned into balls of gray smoke in mid-air and dissipated into nothingness.

A moment later, hundreds of refined corpses that had risen into the air were swept away by the Soul-Crying Beasts, without any power to resist at all.

The crying soul licked its upper lip with its huge tongue as if it had just enjoyed a delicious meal, and then cast its greedy eyes on the other corpses on the ground.

"This giant ape has a very strong restraining effect on corpses. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the nemesis of the Bronze Armored Corpse!" Long Han saw the power of the Crying Soul and commented with a little excitement.

But his gaze did not linger on the giant ape for long, but fell on the figure that stood on the battlefield like a stabilizing force, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

"After all, the realm of this giant ape is not high. It may be attacked and killed by high-level magicians. Do we need to send someone to protect the giant ape?" The white-haired old man turned his gaze to Long Han, with a hint of worry, and suggested.

"No need." Long Han said without any hesitation.

Hearing this, everyone looked sideways, and only then did they notice that Long Han's gaze was strange. They all looked in the direction curiously.

In front of a team of mages that were facing Long Han and others from a distance, a black-robed woman and Mulan's skinny old man saw the giant ape showing its power and started talking with extremely serious expressions.

"I will go and kill this giant ape right now!" The black-robed woman was horrified and said with a cruel look on her face.

Just as a yellow light suddenly appeared on her body and was about to turn into a yellow beam and rush straight towards the giant ape, the skinny old man raised his hand and stood in front of her, stopping her.

The skinny old man said solemnly, "Madam Fang, you probably didn't notice that the black-robed young man opposite you killed two top-level cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, Guardian Song of your sect and my Grand Master Mulan. His might is simply unstoppable. Even I am ashamed of myself and have no confidence in taking him down. Madam Fang, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to explain to Sect Master Fang if you go there!"

"What! That person is only at the peak of the initial stage of cultivation, how can he be so powerful? So, the Ghost Banner in the hands of Protector Song has also fallen into his hands?" The black-robed woman screamed and turned to look at Nie Zhaonan who was not far from the giant ape, her words full of disbelief.

"That is the truth. If he had not stopped for some unknown reason and did not continue to kill our Nascent Soul cultivators, we would have won the battle and many fellow Taoists would have died at his hands." The skinny old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Is it really that scary?" asked the black-robed woman with unusually deep eyes.

"It's even worse." The skinny old man seemed to have let it go and answered calmly.

He had just witnessed with his own eyes the entire process of how the young man killed a mid-stage peak cultivator cleanly and neatly, as if killing a chicken or an ox. Thinking back on it now, it was still vivid in his mind, like a thorn in his throat.

Fortunately, it was obvious that he no longer had the intention to fight, and he was wise not to provoke such an unfathomable person.

Using these bronze-armored corpses to temporarily restrain this person is also a good deal. Although his Mulan clan will have to pay a hefty price to the Yinluo Sect later, it is better than the clan's masters and grand masters dying one after another at the hands of this person.

"This man's name is Nie Zhaonan, and he's a cultivator from the Huangfeng Valley." A black-robed man who had participated in a small border battle suddenly spoke up.

"Huang Feng Valley? Han Li is also from Huang Feng Valley, right? Let me capture him and get the Ghost Luo Banner back." The black-robed woman looked at Han Li, who had just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage and had made no progress in his cultivation, and suddenly said with a strange smile.

The fact that Han Li was able to escape from the hands of Master Mulan was naturally nothing in her eyes.

After she finished speaking, the woman in black robe disappeared from the spot, and appeared in a rainbow, rushing towards Han Li with a fierce momentum.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Han boy, you are so lucky! Such a beautiful woman actually came to your door on her own initiative!" Dayan God said teasingly in the bamboo tube.

"Your Majesty, please stop teasing me. If I hadn't been lucky enough to obtain some Geng Essence some time ago and refined half of the Da Geng Sword Formation, I would really be doomed this time." Han Li looked at the black-robed woman trapped in the Da Geng Sword Formation and replied expressionlessly.

"Han kid, it seems you didn't understand what I said. After all, how can a black charcoal kid who has never experienced the joy of sex and the way of dual cultivation understand these things. Thinking back to that soul-stirring feeling, my heart is itching now. It's a pity that I only have a puppet body now and it is of no use." Dayan God Lord laughed at Han Li again, and then said with a little regret, as if he was talking to himself.

"Love between men and women is like floating clouds to me. As cultivators like me, only if we devote ourselves to the Tao can we seize that glimmer of opportunity to achieve enlightenment." Han Li said unmoved.

"What a fool! Although this beautiful woman in black has lost her yin essence, her cultivation at the peak of the middle stage can be used as a top-grade cauldron. As long as you replenish all her essence, it will not be difficult for you to break through the initial stage. And I happen to have an extremely domineering secret technique of replenishing essence that can help you." Lord Dayan said with hatred, without any sympathy for the woman in black.

"This..." Han Li hesitated for a moment before speaking calmly, "I am very excited to be able to improve my cultivation, but I can't help feeling a little uncomfortable."

Han Li's words were half true and half false. If he did not have the little green bottle with him, he would have seized this opportunity to rapidly increase his cultivation by one level and become a demon.

(End of this chapter)