Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 370: Yin Ling Spear

But as Xuan Qingzi stopped transmitting the message, Nangong Wan's expression changed slightly, and she suddenly turned her head to look to the side.

A thin white line was vaguely visible in the void, and a strong spatial fluctuation spread out with it. The white line was gradually extending and expanding, and there was a tendency to crack.

"Space crack!" Madam Mu's eyes narrowed and her expression was extremely serious.

It is impossible for ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators to directly open up a space crack like this. Even the seniors need to rely on the power of treasures to barely achieve this level.

Nangong Wanyu spread out her jade hands, and an exquisite green feather fan appeared in her hand in a flash. The magic power in her body poured into it wildly. The feather fan glowed green, and mysterious and obscure runes flowed on its surface, ready to launch a shocking attack at any time.

"Imitation of spiritual treasure!" Xuan Qingzi, who was always paying attention to the space crack, was shocked by Nangong Wan's performance. As expected, the Taoist partner of Fellow Daoist Nie was not an ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivator. If he had taken action just now, he would not have gained anything.

In just this moment, the space crack suddenly emitted a bright white light. After a flash of light, two figures, one black and one white, appeared, and the space crack was naturally closed in an instant.

"Husband." Nangong Wan felt a familiar breath, and when she saw Nie Zhaonan's handsome face clearly, she put away the feather fan in her hand.

But when he saw the cold female cultivator in white beside Nie Zhaonan, his face was slightly stunned and his expression became strange.

"So it's Brother Bingfeng." When Xuan Qingzi said this, he subconsciously swept his consciousness towards Bingfeng, and sensing the powerful aura, he bowed again and quickly changed his words:
"No, it's Senior Bingfeng. I didn't expect that you have advanced to the Spiritualization Stage. No wonder you have such great magical powers that you can travel through space with Fellow Daoist Nie."

Bingfeng just glanced at Xuan Qingzi with her cold eyes and didn't say anything.

Instead, Nie Zhaonan glanced at Xuan Qingzi, Madam Mu, and Xiu Li, and asked:
"What are you doing here?"

"Fellow Daoist Nie," Madam Mu addressed him respectfully, and then slowly said:

"Xuan Qingzi and I are preparing to enter the Demon Suppression Tower. I have also seized the Dragon Seal, which can be used to reinforce the seal in the Demon Suppression Tower, so as to help fellow Taoists and suppress the ancient demon ancestor's soul."

She didn't want to hide anything at all, and they didn't want to do anything bad to the person in front of them.

"That's true. I, the old Taoist priest, have also brought the Taiyi Sect's Taia sword. I just don't know what the situation is in the Demon-Suppressing Tower?" Xuan Qingzi also spoke at the right time.

"I appreciate the kindness of my fellow Taoists, but it is no longer necessary. The soul of the Ancient Demon Saint has been killed." Nie Zhaonan had a calm expression and a light tone.

“How is it possible to kill the soul of the Ancient Demon Saint? There were many cultivators who had reached the stage of Divine Transformation in ancient times, and there were even more powerful beings in the late stage of Divine Transformation. However, they were unable to kill this demon and could only seal it. This shows how difficult it is.” Madam Mu exclaimed in disbelief, her ordinary face full of

Her Huaxian Sect was founded by cultivators from Kunwu Mountain. She was naturally well aware of how powerful Kunwu Mountain was in ancient times. Even the entire Dajin cultivation world today is far inferior to it.

It was hard for her to believe that the problem that had to be sealed even for Kunwu Mountain was now solved by Nie Zhaonan, a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.

"The Ancient Demon Saint's soul had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, and there wasn't much of his strength left. It's not hard to believe that he was killed by Fellow Daoist Nie and Senior Bingfeng together." Xuan Qingzi said in an unusually calm manner.

"Brother Daoist Nie, could you tell us in detail how you killed the Ancient Demon Saint?" Madam Mu still didn't quite believe it.

"Nothing to tell you. All you need to know is that the trouble in Kunwu Mountain has been resolved." Nie Zhaonan shook his head slightly.

Although his voice was not loud, his tone was extremely firm. Madam Mu did not ask any more questions, but just said slowly:
“Even though the soul of the Ancient Demon Saint has been destroyed, the true demon energy is still suppressed in the Demon Suppression Tower.”

"The true demonic energy is extremely powerful and is very different from ordinary demonic energy. Not only can it pollute the spiritual energy of the human world, but once it spreads in large quantities, both ordinary humans and low-level cultivators will gradually be demonized. Over time, it can even transform the human world into an existence like the ancient demon world."

"Now that the seal of Kunwu Mountain has been opened, it is better to strengthen the seal that suppresses the true devil's energy a few more times."

Her voice was very solemn. The difficulty of the true devil's energy was really beyond the ability of people like them in the lower world to solve. The only way was to seal it.

As she spoke, Madam Mu shook her sleeves and a dragon-shaped seal flew out. As soon as the seal appeared, it slowly flew towards Nie Zhaonan.

Nie Zhaonan looked a little strange. He took the seal in his hand and thanked him.
"Thank you, Madam Mu."

Seeing Nie Zhaonan's expression, Madam Mu misunderstood and said with a slightly smug smile:
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Nie has also recognized this item. That's right, this item is the Dragon Transformation Seal, one of the backup plans left by the ancient cultivators. It is perfect for strengthening the seal."

Nie Zhaonan didn't intend to explain further and just put the Dragon Seal away. He didn't even use the Tianjing Stele he got, let alone the Dragon Seal.

The true demonic energy here may be a huge trouble for other cultivators and it cannot be solved.

But he has the Zixiao Cave Heaven, and Wang Ning is practicing magic, so he needs enough demonic energy. It is most appropriate to transfer the true demonic energy of the Demon Suppression Tower to the demon realm of the cave heaven.

Just as he was thinking this, Nie Zhaonan's eyelids suddenly twitched for no reason, and without thinking, he released a layer of three-color light curtain, and at the same time, a protective spiritual light also appeared.

Nie Zhaonan instantly released two light curtains to protect himself, but he still felt something was wrong. He then summoned gold-eating bugs from the cave with a thought, which formed a layer of golden armor under his clothes. At the same time, Nie Zhaonan quickly activated the Ming Wang Jue that he had already mastered, and golden light shone from his body.

It only took a moment to set up these four layers of defense.

The next moment, a black light flashed a few feet in front of Nie Zhaonan, and a pitch-black spear mysteriously emerged. With a shake, it turned into a beam of black light and shot towards him.

Nie Zhaonan had no time to make any other defenses, as the black light suddenly spread across the three-color light curtain.

"Crack!" With a loud bang, the black light and the blue, white and black light intertwined and flashed. In just a moment, the three-color light curtain exploded and shattered.

Three more heavy sounds of metal clashing were heard in succession. The black spear pierced Nie Zhaonan's body firmly and suddenly exploded into a ball of black light.

Nie Zhaonan was hit by a huge force and staggered backwards until a cold hand pressed against his back, which stopped him.

Drops of light golden blood fell and landed heavily on the floor. Nie Zhaonan tightly grasped the black spear in front of his chest, lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

"Husband, are you okay?" Nangong Wanyu's face was full of worry, and she flashed to Nie Zhaonan's side.

"It's just a flesh wound." Nie Zhaonan looked up and laughed dryly at Nangong Wan, then took down the black spear. A golden-colored gold-eating insect had been pierced through the tip of the spear. His exposed chest was golden, with a small wound about an inch long on it, but with a flash of light, the wound healed instantly.

At this time, Bing Feng also withdrew her hand and slowly walked to Nie Zhaonan's side. Her phoenix eyes looked forward, full of coldness.

Seeing this, Nangong Wan's worried face was slightly startled. She immediately thought of something and her eyes wandered between Nie Zhaonan and Bing Feng for a moment, but she didn't say much.

"Which fellow Taoist launched a sneak attack in secret and dared not show up to see?" Nie Zhaonan's eyes flashed with blue light as he looked towards the sea of ​​fog in the distance without any concealment.

If there had not been any restrictions in Kunwu Mountain, Nie Zhaonan's spiritual awareness would have been greatly restricted, so how could he have been successfully ambushed by someone?

Obviously, the other party also thought of this and dared to take action.

A powerful aura emanated from the sea of ​​fog, causing it to churn and tumble violently.

Xuan Qingzi, Madam Mu and the female cultivator Xiuli could not help but look at each other and fled to the same side without hesitation.

Although the person who launched the sneak attack had not yet appeared, this powerful crisis made the three of them instantly reach a consensus. They hid aside and joined forces to protect themselves.

Then two figures walked out from the sea of ​​fog one after another. The person behind looked very familiar to Nie Zhaonan, while the one in front was an old man wearing a wooden crown and looking sick.

"Hu Qinglei!" Although he had never seen him before, Nie Zhaonan called out the name of the old man in the wooden crown.

This person was none other than the Grand Elder of the Demonic Sect, the Master of the Motuo Mountain, and Hu Qinglei, who was known as the Old Devil.

The person following behind him was naturally Qi Miao Zhenren, whom Nie Zhaonan had met several times.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Nie is worthy of his great reputation. He can even withstand the 'Yin Ling Spear' head-on. Fellow Daoist is also the first cultivator to take on this spear." A strange light flashed in Hu Qinglei's eyes, and he stared at the light golden blood falling to the ground.

Although it was the first time he had seen this kind of blood, he had seen descriptions of golden blood in classics. When human cultivators improve their body refining skills to an extremely high level, the originally bright red blood in their bodies can transform into gold.

Although the blood on the ground was only a light gold color, this was completely beyond his expectations. Otherwise, Nie Zhaonan would have been killed directly by this blow.

"Yin Ling Spear!" Xuan Qingzi looked at the black spear in Nie Zhaonan's hand with a changed expression and exclaimed:

"This spear was famous in ancient times and killed many Divine Transformation cultivators!"

"This spear must have disappeared a long time ago. I didn't expect it to be in the hands of Senior Hu Hu." Madam Mu also murmured in shock.

Hu Qinglei just glanced at the two of them lightly and then paid no more attention to them.

"Hmph, your 'Yin Ling Spear' is really good for sneak attacks. Even I, Nie, almost didn't react. It's a good treasure. I'll accept it." Nie Zhaonan snorted coldly without any emotion. Then a golden light flashed in his palm. After the golden light faded, the spear in his hand also disappeared without a trace.

"This" Hu Qinglei's face changed as he could not feel the existence of the Yin Ling Spear at all.

He had been refining the Yin Ling Spear for thousands of years, and his connection with it was only slightly less profound than his own magic weapon. How could it be so easily taken away by Nie Zhaonan that he couldn't even sense the mark of his spiritual consciousness left in it?

Naturally, Nie Zhaonan couldn't explain why he put the Yin Ling Spear into the Zixiao Cave. He just looked at Hu Lao Mo with a smile, but his eyes were full of grimness.

"But there is still room for negotiation. I can exchange other treasures for the Yin Ling Spear." Although Hu Lao Mo was furious in his heart, his face remained unusually calm.

"Is there room for negotiation? You just wanted to kill me with one blow. If I hadn't set up four layers of defense in a row, I'm afraid you would have been beheaded by now." Nie Zhaonan sneered.

Hu Lao Mo's face also darkened, and he turned to look at Bing Feng, who had a frosty face:

"Fellow Daoist Bingfeng, what is your relationship with Nie Zhaonan?"

"What is the relationship between me and Fellow Daoist Nie is none of your business." Bing Feng said coldly.

"Want to take action?" Nie Zhaonan smiled faintly, "Don't worry, Fairy Bingfeng will not join hands with me to deal with you. Besides, you are just a villain, and I, Nie, am enough to kill you here."

Bing Feng really seemed to have nothing to do with Nie Zhaonan. She didn't meddle in his business and walked aside with a cold face.

"What a big tone!" Seeing Bing Feng's actions, Hu Lao Mo breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time, he became rude to Nie Zhaonan.

"You are just a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage. Even if you have some skills, how can you compare with us, the real ancestors in the God Transformation stage? The gap between the Nascent Soul and the God Transformation is like a chasm. Today, even if I lose a hundred years of my life, I will make you understand the gap between you and me!" Hu Laomo had a gloomy face. He shook his sleeves and a ball of green light shot out. After circling, it turned into an object and stopped in front of him.

It turned out to be an ancient scroll with a strange green light flashing on it, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling.

Nie Zhaonan glanced coldly at Hu Lao Mo opposite him, and suddenly made a hand gesture, and aura of light shone from his body, and flying swords shot out from the light.

There were seventy-three flying swords of both green and gold types, flying and circling around the area.

The auras of the two men were surging in all directions, and the white mist around them was blown away by an invisible force. The atmosphere became stagnant to the extreme, as if a shocking move would be made at any time.

But in the next moment, a large group of starlight gathered between the two of them, and then a figure flashed a few times in it, and then condensed and appeared.

After a flash, the man floated out of the starlight, looking around with a look of surprise, looking sneaky.

"Senior Xiang!" Mrs. Mu, who was about to watch a life-and-death battle, shouted in surprise.

"It's Madam Mu." Xiang Zhili looked in the direction of the voice. The smooth look on his face disappeared and he suddenly became dignified.

"Senior is indeed just trapped. This has made me worried for a while." Mrs. Mu looked a little relieved when she saw Xiang Zhili appear safe and sound.

(End of this chapter)