Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 281 Ten percent
Qi Miao Zhenren stretched out one hand, and a huge hand made of demonic energy appeared out of thin air. It was the magical power of "Xuanhua Big Hand".

The demonic hand clenched the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword that was about to be cut down.

How could the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword be resisted by the illusory demonic palm? As soon as the two came into contact, the 'Xuanhua Big Hand' was immediately cut in half and dissipated like mist.

However, during this moment of obstruction, Qi Miao Zhenren had already flashed away.

"We are completely at a disadvantage. We can't delay this any longer." Qi Miao Zhenren looked at the blood rain falling all around and sent a message to the others.

Not only their group, but also the ones besieging the other three people and the spirit beasts were all at a disadvantage.

"This Nie guy is too slippery. Even if we use all our strength, we may not be able to stop him. It is better to just fight him like this. While he is fighting with us, he has to activate dozens of flying swords, which consumes a lot of mana. He can't hold on for long. As long as we use up most of his mana, we can easily capture him!" Xuan Qingzi shook his head and also transmitted his opinion.

"Brother, you are right! It's a good idea!" Xuan Lingzi echoed in a voice transmission.

The sect that suffered the greatest loss now is the Demonic Sect. Not only did they lose a peak mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, but also all of the black-robed old man's treasures were lost. Just now, although their Taiyi Sect also lost several ancient treasures in the fight with Nie Zhaonan, their losses were far less than those of the Demonic Sect, so they are naturally not in a hurry.

"Okay." Qi Miao Zhenren suppressed the anger in his heart.

Although Xuan Qingzi intended to take this opportunity to weaken his Tianmo Sect, this is indeed the best method at present.

He could see that neither Nie Zhaonan nor the cultivators on their side, including him, had used their strongest strength or revealed their trump cards. Each of them seemed to have a lot of strength left in reserve, and was far from being in a desperate situation or a life-and-death battle.

Judging from Nie Zhaonan's current strength, if a life-and-death battle breaks out, he would be seriously injured or even in danger of dying.

After all, the violent explosion in the distance was also within the range of his spiritual detection.

All the other strong men who besieged Nie Zhaonan agreed with Xuan Qingzi's approach.

But the next moment, they saw Nie Zhaonan flip his palm and a white jade bottle appeared in his hand.

After removing the cork, Nie Zhaonan poured the contents of the jade bottle into his mouth without hesitation.

It was a drop of thick milky white liquid, with rich spiritual energy emanating from it.

"Ten Thousand Year Old Spiritual Milk!" Someone recognized what Nie Zhaonan was taking and exclaimed.

Xuan Qingzi, Xuan Lingzi, Qi Miao Zhenren, the black-robed old man and the others who besieged Nie Zhaonan all had ugly expressions on their faces, as if they had eaten dog shit.

"I have recovered 20% of my magic power." Nie Zhaonan smiled as he felt the magic power in his body recovering and increasing rapidly.

Because Nie Zhaonan practiced the Taiyi Divine Thunder Art, the amount of mana in his body far exceeded that of people of the same level and was extremely pure. He also practiced the Ming Wang Art, which greatly expanded his dantian and meridians throughout his body, so he could accommodate even more mana.

One drop of the thousand-year-old spiritual milk could restore most of the magic power of a late Nascent Soul cultivator, but naturally it could not restore most of Nie Zhaonan's magic power in the same way.

"One drop of magic power cannot replenish it. I need to take another drop." Nie Zhaonan pondered.

Without hesitation, Nie Zhaonan flipped his hand again, took out a jade bottle, and swallowed another drop of the thousand-year-old spiritual milk inside.

This time, Nie Zhaonan's magical power returned to its peak.

Seeing Nie Zhaonan swallowing some more of the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, the faces of the cultivators became even more gloomy.

For a moment, no one took action. The cultivators just stood in the air. The battle group in the center fell silent.

In fact, the cultivators were communicating with each other secretly, and Nie Zhaonan knew it, but he had no intention of taking any more action. He just stood there with his hands behind his back, watching.

"Do you still want to fight?" Yi Xitian asked first.

"I can accompany you, but the possibility of killing it is not great." Zen Master Bi Yue's voice was neither sad nor happy, but unusually calm.

Nie Zhaonan, who can teleport infinitely, has unfathomable strength. Even though he has a lot of people, Master Biyue did not think it would be possible to kill Nie Zhaonan.

"Just give up like that?" The old man in black robe was unwilling.

"The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for us. Nearly twenty Nascent Soul cultivators have already died. If the battle continues, except for powerful cultivators like us, everyone else may all die." Xuan Qingzi glanced around.

All the ghosts released to fight the enemy were devoured by the black-haired giant ape. When the giant ape threw a punch, the monks around could only release defensive treasures to resist, or rely on escape techniques to flee.

Two huge blood-red spiders kept spitting out spider webs from their mouths, as if they were endless. Their sharp limbs were like blood-red spears, stabbing at the monks around them. As long as they hit them, the monks would either die or be crippled.

The attack of the Yuanying cultivator landed on the two spiders, but their agate-like bodies were intact, and their shells were still as smooth as jade. At most, some white marks could be seen on them, and their "skin" was not broken.

"The gap is too big!" The practitioners who were standing still sighed in unison as they looked at the pictures.

Among these Nascent Soul cultivators, more than twenty of them are from the Demonic Sect and the Taiyi Sect. It is not that they are too weak, but that their spirit beasts are too strong.

"Don't you want the Divine Sand of Creation anymore?" said Qi Miao Zhenren with a ferocious look on his face.

Although the Divine Sand of Creation can only increase the chance of advancing to the Divine Transformation stage by 10%, which may not seem like much, but you have to know that things that can increase the chance of breaking through to the Divine Transformation are extremely rare, and things are valuable because they are rare, so the Divine Sand of Creation is naturally extremely precious!

"If you can give it your all and use your trump cards, you can still have a fight. But we have trump cards, and so does Fellow Daoist Nie, and they may be even more terrifying," Xuan Qingzi said helplessly. The scenes of Nie Zhaonan fighting against many enemies alone and defeating them flashed through his mind.

Everyone else was silent.

To take a gamble requires putting life and death aside, which means falling.

Moreover, judging from the fight just now, their chances of winning are really slim. Even if they win, I am afraid most of them will die here.

"See if we can talk to him and get him to give up some of the magical sands of creation." Someone suggested.

"This is the only way." Xuan Qingzi nodded.

"Stop!" A loud shout came from Xuan Qingzi's mouth. Hearing this sound, people's minds calmed down. The monks who were still fighting also stopped temporarily under this call, separated, and cast their eyes towards the place where the sound came from.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, you have already proved your strength. If we continue to fight, it will be of no benefit to both you and me." Xuan Qingzi looked at Nie Zhaonan calmly and discussed again.

"What do you want?" With his powerful spiritual sense, he could easily hear the content of the cultivators' voice transmission, and Nie Zhaonan asked knowingly.

"Daoyou, you can take eight grains of the divine sand of creation by yourself and give up seven grains." Xuan Qingzi said.

Giving up most of it was already his limit. If he gave up any less, there wouldn’t be enough to go around.

"Oh, I told you, I want them all!" Nie Zhaonan sneered, his tone firm and not allowing any doubt.

"Brother Daoist Nie, have you ever thought about how likely you are to win and how likely you are to preserve yourself in a life-and-death battle?" Qi Miao Zhenren suddenly asked with a gloomy face.

"Life and death battle?" Nie Zhaonan glanced at everyone present calmly and said calmly, "I have a 100% chance of winning. As for your chance of survival, it depends on how fast you can escape! After all, there are too many people and I can't kill them all at once. You have a chance of escaping."

As he spoke the last part, a blood-colored mist emerged from Nie Zhaonan's body, violent and ferocious!
"You are crazy." A man immediately swallowed his unfinished words and hid behind with his head shrunk.

"Such a strong evil spirit!" Xuan Qingzi looked horrified.

The other cultivators were also shocked when they saw the tangible evil spirit surrounding Nie Zhaonan, and were speechless for a moment.

"Devil! The real devil!" Qi Miao Zhenren roared in his heart!
As a top cultivator of the magic path, he naturally knew the origin of these evil spirits. First, continuously killing a large number of cultivators of the same level, but to form such an amazing evil spirit, at least tens of thousands of people must be killed. Second, slaughtering weak mortals, destroying cities and countries, can also be done, but even as a magic cultivator, he is extremely afraid of slaughtering cities and destroying countries, because he has a feeling that those who slaughter too much will not have a good end.

No matter which of the two methods is used, the Fellow Daoist Nie in front of us can be called a devil.

Looking at the faint smile on Nie Zhaonan's face, Qi Miao Zhenren felt a chill in his heart for the first time.

Most of the other Nascent Soul cultivators also knew about the evil spirit, and now faced with the devil-like Nie Zhaonan, they immediately felt frightened.

At the same time, they also understood why the person in front of them had such a terrifying cultivation and such incredible strength. It turned out that he was cultivating himself with evil spirit and taking such a unconventional and fierce path. No wonder he was so powerful and could suppress all of them, the powerful Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Yuling, has Fellow Daoist Nie lost control?" Wen Qing looked at Nie Zhaonan's blurry figure in the blood mist and said worriedly.

She was surrounded by a huge amount of evil spirits and there was a high possibility that her mind was losing control, so she couldn't help but feel a little worried about her daughter's true situation.

"Don't worry, mother. Your husband has practiced a physical training technique called 'Ming Wang Jue', which can refine his own evil spirit and improve his physical training. He won't lose his mind." Ling Yuling said leisurely without any worry.

"This evil spirit is somewhat familiar. It comes from a monster." Ling Xiaofeng looked thoughtful, and then he suddenly realized.

"Father is really knowledgeable. This is indeed the result of my husband killing a large number of monsters in the Chaos Star Sea." Ling Yuling replied with a little surprise.

As someone close to Nie Zhaonan, she also asked her husband in person and only then did she know that the evil spirits came from monsters.

"Haha, if I hadn't killed a large number of monsters and formed some evil spirits in my body, I would never have known that the evil spirit in Fellow Daoist Nie was related to monsters." Feeling the movement of the evil spirit in his body, Ling Xiaofeng said with a smile.

Although he knew the source of the evil spirit on Nie Zhaonan, Ling Xiaofeng still couldn't help being shocked. He had killed quite a few high-level monsters, as many as two thousand. However, compared with the evil spirit emitted by Nie Zhaonan at this moment, the difference between them was like the difference between the stars and the bright moon, not worth mentioning.

Nie Zhaonan's practice time was obviously much less than his. Ling Xiaofeng didn't understand why Nie Zhaonan could kill so many monsters, and he had no intention of delving into it.

The bloody murderous aura shocked the entire audience, and most of the Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help but feel like giving up.

Their cultivation is low and they are prone to death.

Even if they got the Divine Sand of Creation, it would be of no substantial use to them now, because their cultivation was only at the early and middle stages of the Nascent Soul Realm, far from reaching the standard for taking the Divine Sand of Creation.

After getting the Divine Sand of Fortune, they could at most collect it as an extremely rare treasure from heaven and earth for future use. However, holding such a hot treasure would inevitably be a hidden danger for them.

In short, your cultivation strength is not enough!

As for the cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, such as Qi Miao Zhenren, Xuan Qingzi, Bi Yue Zen Master, Yi Xitian and others, although they were becoming more and more wary of Nie Zhaonan, they obviously would not back down easily.

Nie Zhaonan glanced around and took in everyone's expressions. He guessed most of what they were thinking, so he said loudly, "It's good that I want all the Godly Sand of Creation, but I will also give you fellow Taoists a chance to trade."

As he spoke, Nie Zhaonan practiced the Ming Wang Jue and took the strong evil spirit back into his body.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, what do you need us to trade? Spirit stones, ancient treasures, various spiritual medicines, as long as we have them, we will definitely not refuse." Hearing this, Xuan Qingzi smiled with a kind face, as if he had never fought with Nie Zhaonan before.

“The Divine Sand of Creation is a truly rare treasure that is hard to come by. Spiritual stones and ancient treasures are not necessary. If you have spiritual medicines of equal value, or things that can also help in breaking through to the Divine Transformation stage, you can trade with me. But let me make it clear first, I will trade five grains at most.” Nie Zhaonan stated his request in a flat tone.

Speaking of which, he has many Taoist companions, including Ling Yulin, Yuan Yao, Wang Ning, Nie Ying, Chen Qiaoqian, Xin Ruyin, Nangong Wan, and Song Yu, a total of eight people. In addition, he also needs the Divine Sand of Creation, and he will give one to the Twin Saints of Heavenly Stars, which takes up a total of ten grains. Naturally, he can only take out five grains at most for trading.

When most people heard such a high requirement, they threw away the unrealistic ideas and gave up the transaction of the Divine Sand of Creation.

"Hehe, it's too early to talk about the transaction. Fellow Daoist, you should take out the Divine Sand of Creation first." Qi Miao Zhenren suddenly said this.

Upon hearing this, members of the Tianmo Sect and the Taiyi Sect all looked strange.

Although the light curtain guarding the Divine Sand of Creation had suffered their long-term attacks and was not as powerful as before, it seemed a little fragile, but in order to completely break the restrictive light curtain in front of them, even if the two sects joined forces, it would take at least one day.

If they only relied on Nie Zhaonan and his group and a few spirit beasts, it would take even longer.

Although they had seen with their own eyes that Nie Zhaonan possessed extremely powerful magical powers that overwhelmed all other cultivators, when it came to breaking the ban, his strange magical powers obviously could not give him much of an advantage, and he ultimately needed to use force to break the formation.

When Nie Zhaonan and his group break through the formation, that will be their chance to take advantage!

Nie Zhaonan thought about it, and recalled all the Gengjin Divine Thunder Swords to his side. The Blood Jade Spider, Earth Armor Dragon and Crying Soul also returned to their original state and returned to Nie Zhaonan's side, but they stared at the cultivators with a vigilant look on their faces.

(End of this chapter)