Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 278: Battle with Group Cultivators

Nie Zhaonan's figure appeared somewhere silently, and after changing his magic formula in the air, he disappeared again in a flash of golden lightning.

At this time, the sword mountain fell down with a loud bang, sword energy was rampant, dust filled the sky, and a big pit appeared below.

The Zimo Net, under the control of Qi Miao Zhenren, paused slightly in the air and continued to cover Nie Zhaonan.

"Not only can the wings on his back enable lightning escape and teleportation, he himself has also mastered the lightning escape technique! This is going to be a bit troublesome." Xuan Qingzi felt very uncomfortable when he saw Nie Zhaonan teleport twice in a row.

Qing Lei Chi and Nie Zhaonan cooperated with each other and were able to teleport twice, four times, or even more continuously. It was difficult for them to find Nie Zhaonan's whereabouts.

Next, just as Xuan Qingzi had expected, no matter how skillfully he and Qi Miao Zhenren activated the Tai'a Divine Sword and the Zimo Net, Nie Zhaonan could easily avoid them by simply flapping his wings behind him and making a hand gesture. He didn't seem to be struggling at all.

"My husband is so awesome!" Ling Yuling looked at Nie Zhaonan, her eyes full of light.

He is domineering towards outsiders, yet he is so fond of her, and his strength is so powerful. She really loves him.

"Brother Daoist Nie is so relaxed, he must be very powerful, but there is often spiritual wind blowing through this place, and fighting one against two, the consumption of magic power is really too great." Wen Qing said with a worried look on his face.

Most of the Nascent Soul cultivators around them, even when they were not fighting, held a mid-level spirit stone in their hands, so that they could keep their magic power sufficient.

"Mother, don't worry. My husband's strength is more than what we have shown now." Ling Yuling followed Nie Zhaonan's eyes closely and said in a relaxed manner.

"Yu Ling is right. Don't forget Brother Daoist Nie's sword formation ability." Ling Xiaofeng said to Wen Qing.

Hearing this, Wen Qing showed a hint of reminiscence, and all the worry on his face disappeared.

Somewhere on the edge of the battle, Yi Xitian, Master Biyue, and Liang Yu stood side by side.

"What is the origin of this person? He is so difficult to deal with!" Yi Xitian said in a voice transmission while observing the fight between the three people.

"He is a casual cultivator, I said that before." Liang Yu also stared at the field and replied in voice transmission.

"Is there no more detailed information?" Yi Xitian asked.

"I have only known him for a few days." Liang Yu shook his head.

"This person is emitting golden light all over his body. He should be practicing the Buddhist body-building exercises, and he has cultivated it to an extremely high level. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to ignore the suppressing power of the Taia Sword and the confinement effect of the Zimo Net." Zen Master Biyue suddenly said with a strange look on his face.

"Are you from Buddhism?" Yi Xitian turned his head to look at Zen Master Biyue, but his face was still pale, which made people feel very strange.

“I have never seen this Fellow Daoist Nie, but what he displayed was indeed the Buddhist technique.” Zen Master Biyue shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, he also hoped very much that this Taoist friend Nie with great magical powers was a member of his Buddhist sect, but looking at his appearance, and the fact that he was accompanied by a Taoist companion, he did not look like a Buddhist at all.

"Based on what he has shown so far, even if we attack together, we may not be able to do anything to him. No wonder he was so arrogant before." Yi Xitian also shook his head as he watched the unsuccessful fight between Qi Miao Zhenren and Xuan Qingzi.

He thought that he was the strongest among the four independent cultivators, but was only comparable to Qi Miao Zhenren and Xuan Qingzi.

The Nascent Soul cultivators with lower cultivation levels around them were also discussing the matter.

"Aren't Qi Miao Zhenren and Xuan Qingzi the most powerful group of Nascent Soul cultivators in our Great Jin?"

"It's not that they are not strong, but the one they are fighting is too strong!"

"This man's magical power is simply unmatched! Only a Divine Transformation cultivator could have some hope of subduing him!"

After a while, Qi Miao Zhenren and Xuan Qingzi suddenly looked at each other, and they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes: there was nothing they could do!

Then, the two of them waved their hands together and recalled the Taia Sword and Zimo Net respectively.

"Haha, Brother Daoist Nie's magical powers are indeed extraordinary." Xuan Qingzi laughed heartily, not caring at all about the slightly scrutinizing and contemptuous looks around him.

"Are you planning to give up?" Nie Zhaonan asked with his hands behind his back and raised eyebrows.

Facing a cultivator of the same level, he really didn't have much desire to fight, so he didn't take the initiative to attack, but just dodged leisurely.

He is too strong!

"Each person can only take one pill of the Divine Sand of Creation, and it is only effective for the first time. It will be useless if you take too many. How about this, you can have three more pills." Qi Miao Zhenren's eyes swept over Wen Qing, Ling Xiaofeng and Ling Yuling one by one.

"No use? The more of these rare treasures, the better." Nie Zhaonan was unmoved. "Besides, don't forget that in the world of immortal cultivation, the strong prey on the weak, and the treasures of heaven and earth belong to those with virtue."

Hearing these familiar words, Xuan Qingzi's face turned grim.

"Fellow Daoist, you want to be enemies with both of our sects at the same time!" Qi Miao Zhenren said coldly, looking at Nie Zhaonan coldly.

"An enemy? It would be better if your ancestor took action personally." Nie Zhaonan glanced at the two of them and said nonchalantly.

"Even if you have some magical powers, how can you be compared with the Ancestor of Transformation!" Xuan Qingzi scolded angrily.

"Fellow Daoist Liang, Fellow Daoist in black robe, Fellow Daoist Yi, Zen Master Biyue, and all other fellow Daoists, come together and surround and kill this man, and then we will discuss how to distribute the Divine Sand of Creation!" Qi Miao Zhenren said loudly, and his voice was heard by every cultivator present.

Upon hearing this, many cultivators around were eager to make a move. After all, they had heard with their own ears that Nie Zhaonan wanted to monopolize all the Creation Divine Sand and not give him even a single grain.

Too domineering!

"I only need a grain of magic sand of fortune." Zen Master Biyue said with compassion.

"me too."

"Same."

"Ah."

The other three late Nascent Soul cultivators gave the same answer as Zen Master Bi Yue. They did not reveal their stance, nor did they have any intention of getting involved.

Xuan Qingzi, Qi Miao Zhenren and others all looked unhappy. These people actually wanted to get the treasure without any effort.

"If you don't leave within three rings, all of you will stay here forever." Nie Zhaonan seemed not to hear the conversation of others.

With his current cultivation strength and many means at his disposal, he doesn't need to be afraid of a group of Nascent Soul cultivators at all.

The Divine Sand of Creation, such a treasure is right before our eyes. No one will give up just because of a few words. Sooner or later, they will have to fight.

Wen Qing and Ling Xiaofeng looked at each other and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes, but seeing that Nie Zhaonan was so calm and had no intention of retreating because of the hostility with all the other cultivators, they did not say much. They thought they knew Nie Zhaonan a little bit, just like when he was in the Chaos Star Sea, he never made any big noise before he advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage. Now that he said this, it means that he is fully confident.

"Father, Mother, don't worry." Seeing that the two of them looked a little strange, Ling Yuling whispered.

"Wait a minute, Yuling, just take care of yourself. Leave the rest to us." Ling Xiaofeng reminded.

"Don't worry, my husband has given me many methods." Ling Yuling nodded slightly.

Wen Qing just felt a little jealous. Now her daughter talked about her husband every other sentence, as if they had become outsiders.

But she recovered quickly. It was natural and the best thing for Yu Ling and Nie Zhaonan to be so close. She felt more at ease.

"One, two" an indifferent voice sounded.

As Nie Zhaonan counted, all the cultivators present took out their own treasures, whether they were their own magical weapons or ancient treasures.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and various shields, with various colored lights flashing, were scattered all around, and there were more than a hundred of them.

Nie Zhaonan was no exception. He waved his sleeves and two balls of red light shot out from his sleeves. After the red light faded, two blood jade spiders as big as fists appeared.

Following closely behind was a ball of black light and a ball of yellow light. After the light faded, the figures of the Weeping Soul and the Earth Armored Dragon appeared.

Except for Ti Hun, the other four spirit beasts all have ninth-level cultivation. Although Ti Hun's cultivation is slightly lower, his ability to deal with ghosts and spirits is incomparable to the other three beasts. There are quite a few demon cultivators present.

This was not over yet. "Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh" streaks of golden light, about an inch long, flew out from his cuffs. Seventy-one golden lights flew out in succession, floating up and down around Nie Zhaonan.

Finally, Nie Zhaonan shook his wrist, and a three-foot-long sword appeared in his hand. The sword was golden and shining brightly.

Seventy-two Gengjin Divine Thunder Swords, all out!

Qi Miao Zhenren, Yi Xitian, Xuan Lingzi and other Yuanying late stage cultivators twitched their eyelids. Although they knew that Nie Zhaonan must have some means to rely on, they did not expect that Nie Zhaonan not only had four such powerful spirit beasts, but also had 72 flying swords. Judging from the aura emanating from the swords, each one was far superior to the life magic weapon of ordinary Yuanying cultivators.

However, the eight late Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other, and there was no sign of retreat in their eyes.

If the eight of them join forces, even a Jindan cultivator can fight against them, not to mention Nie Zhaonan who has just entered the late Yuanying realm.

"Let's go together and take him down! Otherwise, even if we join forces alone, we won't be his match!" Before Nie Zhaonan could finish counting, Xuan Qingzi shouted loudly, and his voice even shattered the white clouds in the sky.

As soon as he finished speaking, he urged the Tai'a Sword to rush towards Nie Zhaonan.

Upon hearing this, the other late Nascent Soul cultivators, without the slightest hesitation, drove their most powerful treasures to surround and kill Nie Zhaonan.

There were even a dozen cultivators at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage who thought they were quite powerful and rushed forward together.

More than twenty other cultivators with lower cultivation levels surrounded Ling Yulin, Wen Qing and Ling Xiaofeng.

Others were staying outside the two battle groups, keeping a sufficient distance, and either activating treasures or casting spells to attack.

Seeing this scene, Nie Zhaonan's mind moved, and the seventy-one Gengjin Divine Thunder Swords suspended around him shot out in all directions like arrows with a "clang" sound, forming golden streams of light and causing a sonic boom.

Facing so many Nascent Soul cultivators, Nie Zhaonan did not dare to be careless. He used all his strength to activate the Taiyi Divine Thunder Art, pushing the power of each flying sword to the extreme. Under the control of his mind, he attacked the cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation bases one by one.

He uses a Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword to deal with an early Nascent Soul cultivator, while an ordinary middle Nascent Soul cultivator has to face two flying swords.

As for the rest, Ling Yuling, Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing are enough to deal with them.

At this time, the Earth Ankle Dragon, the Blood Jade Spider and the Crying Soul also rushed out and faced their opponents respectively.

"It's just for show. How long can your magic power last to activate so many magic weapons at once!" Yi Xitian had a faint expression and was not moved at all by the power displayed by Nie Zhaonan.

As he spoke, he shook his sleeves, and suddenly a small khaki seal flew out.

As soon as the seal flew out, it turned into a giant square seal in the blink of an eye. It was as smooth as jade, several meters in size, and exuded an extremely huge spiritual pressure.

At Yi Xitian's instruction, the giant seal pressed down heavily towards Nie Zhaonan.

Qi Miao Zhenren still used the Azuli Demon Net, which became a hundred feet in size and imprisoned the surroundings. Facing Nie Zhaonan, although the Azuli Demon Net had not been effective before, this time was different from before, with a group of cultivators besieging him, the effect of the Azuli Demon Net was significantly increased.

The other monks who were besieging Nie Zhaonan all activated their most powerful treasures and flew towards Nie Zhaonan.

The siege of more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators with profound cultivation was so powerful that the wind and clouds in the place were in turmoil and the sky and earth changed color!

"Don't take it head-on!" Nie Zhaonan's heart moved. Facing so many powerful treasures, even if he could take three or five hits, it would be impossible for him to take all of them. If he made a mistake, he would be caught and severely injured.

The golden light on Nie Zhaonan's body became more and more dazzling. With a light flap of the green thunder wings behind him, Nie Zhaonan's figure disappeared on the spot.

After two consecutive teleportations, Nie Zhaonan appeared beside Yi Xitian. He swung the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword in his hand and slashed it down without any hesitation.

Knowing that Nie Zhaonan's Thunder Escape was difficult to deal with and his flying sword was sharp, after Nie Zhaonan's figure disappeared from the spot, Yi Xitian stopped offering the giant seal and let the giant seal float above his head to protect himself.

Seeing the sword coming, Yi Xitian suddenly used his magic spell, and immediately the huge seal fell down like a meteorite.

"Ding!"

The sword in his hand collided with the giant seal, and Nie Zhaonan was knocked flying backwards.

However, a gap several feet long appeared on the unusually thick giant seal.

"Good opportunity!" Looking at Nie Zhaonan flying backwards, a burly man at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage raised the black giant hammer in his hand high. Gray light was flowing on the surface of the giant hammer. It was obvious that the power had been stimulated to the extreme, and it smashed down heavily.

Nie Zhaonan naturally noticed the movement behind him, and he flapped one of his Blue Thunder Wings and changed direction instantly.

He clenched his left fist, which emitted golden light and grew rapidly in size. In an instant, it became larger than an ordinary person's head. This was the secret technique of the Ming Wang Jue.

"Get out of here!" Nie Zhaonan shouted, and smashed his fist, which was bigger than his head, at the giant hammer with unmatched force.

"Crack!" The sound of broken bones was heard, and the burly man couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.

He is quite talented in body refining, with the body refining skills of the Jindan stage. He has tremendous strength, and with the giant hammer ancient treasure in his hand, even the transformed monsters will be smashed to pieces by him.

(End of this chapter)