Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 252: The Three Mountain Monster

The three balls of light, one red, one green and one yellow, one large and two small, emitted a low buzzing sound as soon as they appeared. It took a while for the light to fade away, revealing their original form, which turned out to be three talismans. The surface of the talismans was covered with runes, and upon closer inspection, they were extremely profound and mysterious, and one could tell at a glance that they were things of great origin.

In addition, although the spiritual energy emanating from the talisman is peaceful and stable, the spiritual energy contained in it is enormous, and people's faces can't help but change drastically after sensing it.

"These three talismans are called 'Spirit Summoning Talismans'. They are from the Dajin cultivation world, which is billions of miles away from the south of the sky. They can only be refined with the spirits of demon cultivators above the eighth level of transformation. They have the same miraculous effect as the 'Spirit Attachment Technique'. Not only can they make the user's cultivation level soar, but they can also make the user have a body as strong as a demon cultivator, but they do not have the horrible sequelae of the 'Spirit Attachment Technique'. The only drawback is that these Spirit Summoning Talismans are consumables. As the spirits in the talismans are exhausted, the talismans will eventually lose their effectiveness."

Lei Wanhe pointed at the three talismans one by one and introduced them in detail:

"This one is made from the spirit of an eighth-level fire dragon."

"This one is made from the spirit of the eighth-level Wind-Splitting Beast."

"And this one is taken from the ninth-level Black Rock Turtle!"

"All the seniors in the Nascent Soul stage, as long as you have a spiritual talisman with you, with the power of this spiritual talisman, you can immediately become the best in your level."

As Lei Wanhe said the last sentence, he looked at the light screens. Although he could not see the scenes inside, he could roughly guess how excited the Nascent Soul cultivators inside were.

After hearing Lei Wanhe's explanation and understanding the power of the three talismans, all the cultivators in the hall couldn't help but feel their hearts beating fast. For a moment, the sound of people gasping for breath could be heard one after another in the hall.

Even without Lei Wanhe's explanation, just the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from the talismans were enough for all the Jindan cultivators in the hall to know how powerful this thing was. They all stared at the three talismans intently.

However, they were just enjoying the sight, as this talisman for summoning spirits was ultimately not for them. Some people obviously understood this, and after being distracted for a while, the heat in their eyes gradually faded away.

However, there were also some fake infant monks who were proud of their wealth and still kept staring at the talisman, as if they were competing with the Yuanying monks for this treasure.

Just as everyone was waiting for the auction of the Soul Summoning Talisman to begin, an extremely old voice suddenly sounded in the hall:

"I want this!"

The determination in his tone was not concealed at all, and anyone could hear it.

But what the cultivators did not expect was that as the sound came down, a light curtain on the second floor broke and shattered like porcelain.

A figure covered in a gray robe shot out from it, sweeping past like a gust of wind, with a clear target, and rushed towards the platform.

No one had expected such a sudden change. Someone would be so bold as to try to snatch the treasure at an auction where all the cultivators gathered.

Those present were not ordinary cultivators. They all moved away from the platform at the same time. The Jindan cultivators in the front even shot up one after another and retreated with all their strength, without any intention of standing still.

"Old Monster from Sanshan, it's him!" An old monster in the Nascent Soul stage in a private room recognized the person who made the move.

"No wonder. He practices wind-attributed martial arts and is quite capable in escaping. He is also a casual cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and has no worries. No wonder he dared to take action." Another person guessed his motive.

When the Old Monster Sanshan heard that someone had revealed his background, he didn't want to pay any attention to it. He still rushed towards the platform at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed a distance of a hundred feet and was only a few feet away from the three spirit-summoning talismans.

He opened his hand and sucked, and a green whirlwind rose out of thin air, and was about to put the talisman into his pocket.

But at this moment, a flash of white lightning flashed above the green whirlwind and shattered it.

"You little brat, don't seem to run for your life at the first moment, and you dare to ruin my good deed. You shall die today!" Seeing his good deed being ruined, the Old Monster Sanshan was extremely angry. He said that it was impossible for him not to be afraid of Nie Zhaonan's reputation. The longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it would be.

With a wave of his hand, a dark green wind blade shot out and slashed straight towards Lei Wanhe, and it was close in a flash.

This wind blade was only ordinary for a Nascent Soul cultivator, but for Lei Wanhe, who was only a Core Formation cultivator, it was a fatal blow.

At this critical moment, a red-gold arc of electricity arrived first and hit the wind blade.

The red-gold electric arc was only as thin as a hair and was insignificant compared to the sword-like wind blade, and the spiritual pressure it displayed was even more so.

But a scene that shocked all the cultivators appeared. As soon as the two came into contact, golden light and green light intertwined. The power of the electric arc was not inferior to the wind blade at all. After another burst of light, both of them completely dissipated and disappeared.

Seeing that his attack was broken, the Old Monster Sanshan knew who had made the move and did not dare to be negligent. He clenched one hand in front of him, and a large green hand emerged from thin air above the talismans and grabbed the three talismans without any hesitation.

At the same time, green light flashed on his body, and he was about to escape.

But when the big hand was only a few inches away from the talisman, a golden sword light seemed to come from the sky and pierced the green hand. The sword light twisted and shattered the big hand into bits of spiritual light.

Upon seeing this scene, not only the Nascent Soul cultivator in the private room was horrified, but the face of the Three Mountains Old Monster was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

Judging from the previous two confrontations, he did not gain any upper hand, and his opponent broke his attacks without even showing his face. It can be imagined that the gap between the two sides was far beyond his expectations.

At this moment, a blood-red figure fell straight down from the sky above the hall.

"Mid-stage corpse refining!" The old monster Sanshan swept his spiritual sense and became more and more frightened. If he was entangled by this thing, he would be in real danger.

"go!"

The Sanshan Old Monster immediately made up his mind without any hesitation, and even ignored the three talismans that were his target.

He slapped the storage bag at his waist, and a silver talisman appeared in his hand. The runes on the talisman were even more mysterious than the spirit-summoning talisman.

The old monster Sanshan felt a little sad in his heart. He didn't expect that the talisman he had just obtained would be wasted without any benefit because of this attack.

Holding back the heartache, the Old Monster Sanshan made a gesture without hesitation and was about to activate the silver talisman in his hand.

In the end, he failed to achieve his wish. Suddenly, a faint cold snort sounded from his mind, like a thunder piercing his soul.

"what!"

A tearing pain came from his sea of ​​consciousness, and the old monster Sanshan's body twitched and he couldn't help but scream.

As a result, all his magical powers stagnated and he fell to the ground, holding his head with both hands, his face full of pain. The magic spells in his mouth were interrupted and the talisman in his hand flew out of his hand.

The severe pain in the sea of ​​consciousness lasted only for a breath, but in this moment of delay, the bloody figure had already pounced on the Three Mountains Monster.

The monks present all gasped when they saw the ferocious face of this bloody figure. His whole body was covered with bloody red hair, his ten claws were several times long, and his mouth had fangs as thick as two fingers, which was very scary.

It was the Yin Sha Blood Corpse that Nie Zhaonan refined using several kinds of rare materials and the corpse goblin as the main material.

As everyone looked on in horror, the Yinsha Blood Corpse opened its sharp mouth and bit the Sanshan Old Monster on the neck.

"Gudong, gudong."

Suddenly, streams of blood were sucked into the Yin Sha Blood Corpse's stomach. The blood of a middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was a rare tonic for the Yin Sha Blood Corpse.

The blood corpse that inhaled the blood seemed to have undergone a mutation. Blood-colored mist suddenly emerged from its body, gradually obscuring the figures of the two people.

However, before the blood mist completely covered the Three Mountains Old Monster, the cultivators saw that the Three Mountains Old Monster's body was becoming increasingly drier, his pupils were filled with bloodshot, and he was indescribably terrified.

“Ah no no”

The mist rolled a few times, and the hoarse cry of pain from the Three Mountain Old Monster was heard, but the sound became weaker and weaker, and gradually disappeared.

After a while, as the sound of chewing dissipated, the blood mist was sucked back into the body of the Yinsha Blood Corpse, revealing everything inside it again.

However, there was no trace of the Three Mountain Monster at the original spot. There was only a gray storage bag, a gray feather fan, and a gray robe. There was not even a bone fragment or blood left.

Standing next to it was a bloody corpse that looked even more ferocious than before.

"That's it, is it over?" A group of Jindan cultivators looked at each other in confusion.

However, they all subconsciously took a few steps away from the blood corpse. Although it was of little use, it could always give them a little comfort.

"What a powerful blood corpse! The Sanshan Old Monster couldn't even escape with his Nascent Soul and died in its mouth." A voice with a bit of fat smell sounded, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"The old monster from Sanshan really doesn't know how to live or die. He actually dared to attack in public. He clearly didn't take us, the Nascent Soul cultivators, seriously. He deserved to be killed by the blood corpse." Someone said in a muffled voice.

"That's right. I couldn't help wanting to kill this guy just now, but I didn't expect Brother Nie to have such amazing magical powers. He destroyed the enemy in a blink of an eye. I was really amazed."

"Fellow Daoist Nie"

Next, the Nascent Soul cultivators in the private room spoke one after another, complimenting Nie Zhaonan for a while, without any arrogance as Nascent Soul cultivators, and it was obvious that they were deeply shocked by the scene before them.

After a burst of noise, the hall fell silent. Only then did Nie Zhaonan's voice come from the top of the hall, making it impossible to tell where it was coming from.

"I just taught the unruly Sanshan Daoist a lesson. I, Nie Zhaonan, am not a bloodthirsty person. I will not offend others unless they offend me. That's it. Let's continue the auction."

Upon hearing this, not only did the cultivators from other sects look strange, but Lei Wanhe did too.

"A small lesson? Just a small lesson means you can eat the opponent till there is nothing left?"

However, no one was so tactless as to refute Nie Zhaonan. Lei Wanhe, who had nearly died, felt a sense of relief as if he had let out a sigh of relief.

As Nie Zhaonan finished speaking, the Yinsha Blood Corpse, who had been standing motionless on the spot, stomped its feet, jumped up from the ground like an onion pulled up from dry land, did a backflip and landed on the platform.

At the same time, the storage bags, feather fans and talismans scattered on the ground slowly flew up to the top of the hall. Seeing this scene, all the monks in the field were thoughtful, as if they had figured out something.

Lei Wanhe looked at the hideous bloody corpse beside him, without any disdain, but full of a sense of security. Then he looked at the cultivators, as if nothing had happened before, and said in a calm tone:
"The soul summoning talisman made from the spirit of an eighth-level demon cultivator has a starting price of 500,000 spirit stones. You can make your bid now."

"Five hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Six hundred thousand!"

The previous bloodbath did not affect the enthusiasm of the cultivators for the spirit-summoning talisman at all. In fact, because of the frequent bids made by the Nascent Soul cultivators, the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than before.

In the room on the fourth floor of Baoguang Palace, Nie Zhaonan withdrew his spiritual consciousness from the storage bag of Sanshan Old Monster.

Apart from some refining materials, a few bottles of elixirs, ancient treasures and magic weapons, and a pile of spirit stones, there was nothing else of value in the storage bag.

Then Nie Zhaonan waved his sleeves, put away the storage bag, and focused his eyes on the silver talisman floating in front of him.

With a wave of his hand, an invisible force appeared out of nowhere, and the silver talisman was taken into Nie Zhaonan's hand without any resistance.

Nie Zhaonan closed his eyes slightly, and an extremely powerful spiritual consciousness surged out, wrapped the talisman inside, and began to examine it carefully.

Gradually, a look of understanding flashed across Nie Zhaonan's face, and his eyes opened again. At the same time, a blue light flashed in his eyes, and he saw the spiritual patterns engraved on the talisman more and more clearly.

"My husband, have you noticed anything?" Wang Ningyu asked curiously, leaning her head on Nie Zhaonan's shoulder.

"This is an ancient teleportation talisman. The method of refining it has long been lost. No wonder the Three Mountain Monster regards it as his support." Nie Zhaonan said lightly.

"Qiaoqian, you can take a look too and see if you can figure out some clues from it." Nie Zhaonan handed the silver talisman to Chen Qiaoqian who was standing beside him.

He focused most of his energy on improving his magic power, refining equipment and making elixirs. Even though he had read many books on talismans, he still didn't know enough about the ancient teleportation.

Previously, Chen Qiaoqian, Xin Ruyin and Nie Ying were dealing with matters concerning the auction. Now that the auction was coming to an end, the three girls naturally finished their tasks and came here.

"Yes." Chen Qiaoqian responded and took the talisman.

Although Chen Qiaoqian does not have an extraordinary talent in talisman making, she has sufficient talisman-making materials to practice with, and her attainments in talisman making are quite deep. The three spirit-summoning talismans currently being auctioned were made by her.

Xin Ruyin also came over curiously and studied it together.

Not only does she have an extraordinary talent in formations, but because she has studied ancient teleportation arrays, she is also quite knowledgeable about teleportation.

"Ying'er, be a little harder." Nie Zhaonan closed his eyes again, leaned back in his chair, and enjoyed it quietly.

Even though he had just killed a mid-stage cultivator, it did not cause the slightest ripple in his heart.

(End of this chapter)