Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 274 Yellow Wind Desert
“Not only that, in this Yellow Wind Desert, except for the cultivators who practice earth-attributed techniques, the energy consumption of casting spells and treasures is twice as much as in the outside world, not to mention the magic power consumed to resist the spiritual wind here. I don’t know when we can break through this restriction.” A scholar in a black robe with a hooked nose looked sinister and deep.

“If it weren’t for the fact that this divine sand of creation has no effect on the sect’s ancestor who has achieved the state of transformation, otherwise, as long as there was a cultivator who had achieved the state of transformation here, he could easily break the ban. There would be no need to go through so much trouble and grind it down bit by bit like we are doing.” The old Taoist in green robe said with a sigh.

"Brother Daoist Xuan Qingzi, what you said is wrong. If this divine sand of creation is useful to the ancestor of Huashen, why would it be our turn here?" The scholar in the black robe looked at the old Taoist and shook his head.

Xuan Qingzi knew that what he said made sense, so he did not refute anything. He just said, "We still need to speed up the process of breaking this ban, otherwise when other cultivators arrive, some of the divine sand will definitely be distributed."

"How about this, the two of us will take turns attacking this ban. When half of the magic power is consumed, we will switch people. While the other person replenishes the magic power, he can also be on guard around to prevent sneak attacks." Knowing that this is not the time to delay any longer, the scholar in the black robe said after thinking it over.

"Just do as Brother Qi Miao says." Xuan Qingzi agreed immediately.

Hearing this, Qi Miao Zhenren nodded, and his figure flashed and arrived above the restriction.

Then a huge black hammer emerged, growing bigger and bigger. When it was several feet long, it smashed down at the fingertips of Qi Miao.

"Boom boom" the yellow forbidden light curtain vibrated more and more violently.

Upon seeing this scene, the thirty Nascent Soul cultivators around them immediately showed expressions of joy and attacked even harder.

Xuan Qingzi looked at the scene in front of him and nodded slightly. This way it would indeed be much faster.

But he suddenly remembered something and became a little worried. He looked at the sky in the distance, which was covered with yellow sand, and murmured, "Several days have passed. Why haven't Junior Brother Xuan Lingzi and Fellow Daoist Wei come back yet?"

At the same time, somewhere in the Yellow Wind Desert, four beams of light streaked across the sky like meteors, two chasing and two fleeing, at an incredibly fast speed, and the swept sand formed yellow lines.

Looking at the two lights of escape several miles away, whose speed did not slow down and was even accelerating, a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe and a Taoist priest looked gloomy. Normally, they could reach the distance of several miles in a few breaths, but now it seemed like the sky, forever out of reach. They had been chasing the two people in front for a long time, but still could not close the distance.

When the outermost seal was broken, although the two men suddenly attacked and snatched a grain of divine sand of creation and escaped, they were also seriously injured by several Nascent Soul cultivators.

But those two seemed to be extremely good at joining forces. When they joined forces, they were much faster than them, the uninjured late Nascent Soul cultivators, which made it difficult for them to catch up.

Seeing that the time agreed upon with Senior Brother Xuan Qingzi had passed, the middle-aged Taoist priest became more and more anxious. Compared to this grain of divine sand, there were still more divine sands still sealed. The most important thing now was to rush back as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, he turned his head, winked at the black-robed old man beside him, and said, "Daoyou Wei, please negotiate with the two Daoists in front."

The old man naturally knew what the middle-aged Taoist meant by "negotiation" and could not help but complain in his heart: "What a righteous cultivator, he wants to do it but dares not to do it because of his status, so he lets me do it, how hypocritical! We demon cultivators are all disgusted by it!"

Although he complained in his heart, he did not show any strange expression on his face. Instead, he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Xuan Lingzi, if you want me to ask for something, then I can do it. But you have to show us something."

He doesn't care much about face, as long as the benefits are in place.

"As long as the Divine Sand of Creation can be returned to our hands, I will certainly satisfy Fellow Daoist Wei." Xuan Lingzi suddenly said with a smile.

"Okay! I'll take care of this matter." After getting a satisfactory promise, the old man in black robe agreed immediately.

Although he also coveted the divine object of Creation Sand that could help him advance to the realm of godhood, even if they took it back, they could not decide how to distribute it on their own.

"My two fellow Taoists in front, as long as you hand over the magic sand, the two of us promise to turn around and leave, and let you go, and will never bother you again." The old man in black robe shouted loudly, using some kind of secret technique, and his voice was so loud that it echoed for dozens of miles.

Seeing that the two did not even turn their heads, as if they had not heard anything and were only focused on escaping, the old man in black robe said calmly: "Don't worry, my two Taoist friends, our sect will never send strong men to retaliate against you. If you two Taoist friends are still worried, I, Wei, can swear an oath here."

"If you two really want to create the divine sand, there are other ways. As long as you two Taoist friends join our sect and make contributions to the sect, I believe that the sect master and the great elder will not be stingy."

The black-robed old man's words of persuasion echoed in the air like a string of cannonballs, and the content of his words ranged from reconciliation at the beginning to winning over, and there was a certain sincerity in what he said.

"Xiao Feng, the secret technique will become ineffective soon. By then it will be too late to hand over the Divine Sand of Creation. They will never let my husband and I go." A complex look flashed across Wen Qing's pale face.

Hearing her somewhat wavering tone, Ling Xiaofeng fell silent for a moment. He and his wife were strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Although their escape speed seemed amazing, they were actually consuming all their true energy. Once the secret technique failed, they would no longer have any power to resist.

In fact, the speed of their escape when the couple joined forces was much faster than that. It would be no problem for them to get rid of the two people behind them. But they were seriously injured, so even their escape speed was affected and reduced a lot.

After a while, Ling Xiaofeng felt that most of the energy in his body had been lost. If he continued to consume it like this, he would most likely fall back to a lower realm. The struggle on his face slowly faded away, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Leave it to them."

It’s not that he believed the two people behind him would keep their promise, but he had no choice at the moment.

Wen Qing nodded, and with a flip of her jade hand, a rice-like object appeared in her palm.

This object is as big as a grain of rice, but it is golden all over and emits a soft light. If you look closely, you can find strange invisible waves around it, like ripples on water.

This thing is the magical sand of creation!

Wen Qing and Ling Xiaofeng looked at the divine sand with their eyes lost for a moment. Although they were reluctant, they quickly looked away.

Wen Qing looked back at the two people behind him, waved his hand, and was about to throw the Divine Sand of Creation backwards.

The middle-aged Taoist priest and the old man in black robe were extremely surprised when they saw this scene. The old man quickly assured again: "Throw the magic sand over here, and we will stop our escape light immediately!"

Wen Qing did not answer, but just snapped his fingers and was about to shoot the magical sand to the side.

When the old man in black robe saw this, a hint of sinisterness flashed across his face, but he didn't say anything.

But just when Wen Qing's fingers were about to move, she suddenly stopped, retracted her hand, and took back the God of Creation Sand. "Damn it, you ungrateful thing! I will definitely extract your soul and refine your spirit, and you will die miserably. No, I will first use you as my furnace, drain your cultivation, and then refine you into a spirit corpse, so that you will never be free." The black-robed old man said angrily, staring at Wen Qing who was teasing him.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't help but glance at the old man next to him. He was indeed worthy of being the elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect. He changed his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. He was really ruthless!
"What's wrong?" Listening to the roar behind him, Ling Xiaofeng kept chanting the magic formula, his true energy was continuously consumed, and he asked with a frown.

He was a little confused about Wen Qing's behavior. He was clearly about to hand over the Divine Sand of Creation, but suddenly changed his mind.

"Yu Ling is not far away." Wen Qing collected the divine sand without hesitation and said with a smile.

At the same time, she reached out to her chest and touched a white jade talisman with two green spots on it.

"Yu Ling!" Ling Xiaofeng rolled his eyes and said in surprise, "So Fellow Daoist Nie is also nearby."

"That should be it. Otherwise, without Fellow Daoist Nie's protection, with Yu Ling's cultivation level, she would never have been able to enter the Yellow Wind Forbidden Land." Wen Qing replied with a relaxed look on her face.

In her opinion, even if her daughter was a cultivator with natural spiritual roots, becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator was the limit for her at this point.

Ling Xiaofeng nodded in agreement and said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Nie was able to kill a late Nascent Soul cultivator decades ago. I think he is even stronger now."

As the words came out of his mouth, his tone became increasingly gentle, sweeping away the depression in his heart.

The couple looked at each other, then changed direction as if by telepathy, heading towards another spot of green light on the jade plate.

Just as Wen Qing took out the jade token, three beams of light flew towards the center of the desert in the yellow sand and wind thousands of miles away.

In the escaping light, Liang Yu took a look at the three-color light shields on Nie Zhaonan and the other two, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "The light shields on your bodies are really powerful. They are not affected by the spiritual wind here at all. Unlike me, I need to spend a lot of mana to resist the spiritual wind attacking my body."

In this Yellow Wind Desert, the most powerful thing is the spiritual wind that blows all year round. This spiritual wind does not cause any substantial harm to the cultivators themselves, but it has a great restraint on the cultivators' magic power, like a natural enemy.

If the shield is not activated to resist the spiritual wind, once the spiritual wind reaches the body, it will blow away some of the magic power in the body. Therefore, all monks who enter the Yellow Wind Desert have a shield to protect themselves. Although this will also consume a lot of magic power, it is much better than being attacked by the spiritual wind.

"To be honest with you, the protective shields on both of us come from a treasure, which is made from a rare spiritual wood. Wood overcomes earth, and the spiritual winds here are all of earth attribute. That's why we are both safe." Nie Zhaonan looked at Liang Yu and said casually as if he was having an ordinary chat.

Liang Yu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he wanted to ask the name of this treasure and what kind of spiritual wood it was made of, but seeing that Nie Zhaonan had retracted his gaze and was focused on getting on with his journey, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Of course, this was also after he thought about it carefully. The friendship between the two of them had not reached the point where they could exchange magic weapons with each other.

So, I gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask.

Suddenly, a green light stopped in the air without any warning, and the light dimmed, revealing Ling Yuling's figure.

"What happened? Why did you stop suddenly?" Nie Zhaonan asked with concern as he came to her side.

"The jade token reacted, my parents are nearby!" Ling Yulin said in surprise, looking at the two light spots on the jade token.

"But why are they approaching us so quickly? Are they in trouble?" Looking at the flashing green spots, Nie Zhaonan said with a frown.

"Danger?" Ling Yuling cried out, a look of worry gradually appearing on her beautiful face.

Along the way, they also met many Nascent Soul cultivators. There were as many as fifteen or sixteen in the early stage alone, four in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and even an extremely strange late stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Her parents were obviously coming here from the center of the Yellow Wind Desert, so the probability of encountering a late-stage cultivator was obviously quite high.

"Let's hurry over there," Nie Zhaonan decided, and then looked at Liang Yu and asked, "What do you think, Brother Liang?"

Nie Zhaonan only asked out of politeness. Whether Liang Yu agreed or not, he and Ling Yulin had to go.

Liang Yu stood aside and listened for a while, and he understood the general idea. However, after listening, a thought emerged in his mind: "Even if the daughter is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the cultivation of her parents must not be much worse, or even a cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul."

For a moment, his expression changed. He originally wanted to take Nie Zhaonan, whose cultivation was weaker than his, with him so that he could gain some advantages. But if he let the four of them meet up, wouldn't he be completely at a disadvantage?

But looking at Nie Zhaonan without any hesitation, Liang Yu knew that he could not stop anything. Whether to continue traveling together or act alone, he could only take it one step at a time and decide after meeting the other two.

After thinking it through, Liang Yu nodded and said, "That's good. With other fellow Taoists joining us, our strength will be stronger, and our chances of getting the Fortune Divine Sand will be greater." He looked like he had no reluctance at all.

"Let's go." Nie Zhaonan immediately followed the direction of Ling Xiaofeng and the others.

Ling Yuling naturally followed without hesitation.

Liang Yu stood there looking at the two people's backs. After a while, he also flew away, but compared to before, the distance he kept from the two people was a little farther.

"Not good! There are three powerful auras coming towards this place." The middle-aged Taoist priest, whose spiritual sense was always investigating everything within a hundred miles, suddenly said with a frown.

The cultivation levels of these three auras were not concealed at all, one was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and two were in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

Upon learning this, the black-robed old man's expression changed, but he quickly calmed down and murmured to himself, "This couple is not from our Dajin cultivators, but from other cultivation realms. The three people in front should not be their helpers. They should just want to disrupt the situation so that they can escape."

"Fellow Daoist Wei, stop deceiving yourself. The two of them clearly noticed the three escaping lights from thousands of miles away. Even if those three people are not helpers, they are definitely familiar with them." The middle-aged Taoist shook his head, his words full of pessimism.

(End of this chapter)