Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 417 Nirvana True Yin Dharma
It was just a minor injury, but as the person involved, how could Nie Zhaonan not know that the body refining technique that he once took pride in was of no use at all in the hands of Zhu Wushang.

Looking at Zhu Wushang who was attacking again, Nie Zhaonan's face was covered with frost, his body blurred slightly, and then he shot out with a series of afterimages.

The next moment, the two of them collided with each other again without any regard.

"Boom boom", the red light and the five-colored halo intertwined, the fist shadows flashed, and the dragon claws waved.

The two men were extremely brutal, the void was shaking, and they were using flesh to fight flesh.

"He can actually compete with the young master to this extent, how could he have such strong physical strength!" Xue Ming's eyes were full of horror and his eyes were bloodshot.

He had also competed with the young master before, but as a dragon in the Void Refinement Stage, he was directly crushed by the young master's powerful body. He could only passively take the beating without the power to fight back, and was defeated in a moment.

However, Nie Zhaonan was only slightly at a disadvantage in the confrontation with the young master, which could not be considered a disadvantage. In this case, wouldn't Nie Zhaonan be able to defeat him just by relying on his physical training...
Xue Ming didn't dare to think about it any further.

“Why doesn’t friend Nie use his treasure? As a true spirit, Lord Wushang’s greatest reliance is naturally the extremely powerful body of a real dragon. But friend Nie is a real human cultivator. Although his body refining realm is higher than his own magic power, it is still far inferior to the body of a real dragon. Moreover, the dragon claws, dragon scales, dragon horns,... every part of Lord Wushang’s body is the most suitable weapon for him. It will be too disadvantageous to confront him head-on.” Outside the light curtain, Shopkeeper Wang looked at Nie Zhaonan who was at a disadvantage and couldn’t help but murmur.

His voice was not loud, but all the monks present had high cultivation levels and could hear his words.

"Haha," the scarred monk named Weng sneered, "I've met an antagonist, but my life is not in danger. This is a good opportunity to test my own strength. If I had the strength to fight a true dragon of the same level, I would be willing to fight for a while. Maybe I can gain some insights from it."

"Maybe so." Shopkeeper Wang shook his head helplessly.

In his opinion, if Nie Zhaonan tried his best, he would still have a 10% to 20% chance of defeating Lord Wushang. If he continued to fight like this, his chances of winning would be close to zero.

Even if, as the monk surnamed Weng said, there might be some benefits in the fight, but compared with defeating Lord Wushang, these benefits are not worth mentioning.

It is incredible that a human cultivator can defeat a true dragon of the same level. Everyone knows that he is definitely a person with great strength and amazing potential.

It is for this reason that he is appreciated by the strong men of the True Dragon Clan, and it is not impossible that his status will be greatly improved from then on.

"Brother Daoist Nie doesn't have much chance of winning." Jin Ling shook her head slightly. As the young lady's maid, she certainly had some understanding of the real strength of the real dragon.

Zhu Wushang was still in human form at this time, and he only exerted 70% to 80% of his strength, but he was able to suppress Nie Zhaonan effortlessly. If he showed his huge dragon body and exerted 100% or even 120% of his strength, how could Nie Zhaonan, who had already exerted his body training to the extreme, resist?

The other monks who were watching the battle around also sighed and lamented, and their words were quite pessimistic towards Nie Zhaonan.

Bingfeng stared at the two people fighting in the light curtain with her phoenix eyes without blinking. Listening to the words coming to her ears, her jade-like face was calm and indifferent, not affected at all.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, in a nine-story building built of unknown spiritual wood, which looked ordinary but was hundreds of feet high.

"Brother Wu Yue, just choose this spell." An old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face, carrying a long sword behind him, handed the jade slip in his hand to the gray-robed man in front of him.

The man was wearing a grey robe and sitting leisurely behind a counter that was half a person's height. His face was blurry and difficult to see clearly.

"Nirvana True Yin Method? Fellow Daoist Tiansheng, if I remember correctly, you are not practicing Yin-attributed techniques, right? Could it be that you want to change your practice to a different method?" The gray-robed man took the jade slip, glanced at the large characters on it, and sounded a little surprised.

"At my level of cultivation, it is too late to change to other techniques. Even if I want to practice more powerful techniques, I am afraid I don't have enough time to practice, so it is not very meaningful. This 'Nirvana True Yin Method' is specially exchanged for me, a newly-initiated disciple." The old Taoist smiled and said calmly.

There was just a hint of gloom in his weathered eyes.

"Daoyou Tiansheng, you are joking. The 'Taoist Yiqi Jue' that you practiced is very famous. It is one of the best Taoist techniques. Your strength is among the top Mahayana cultivators in the Qingfeng Realm. There is no need for you to practice other techniques." The gray-robed man copied the jade slip in his hand and handed it over with a smile in his voice.

“That is what you say, but Brother Wu Yue is able to sit in charge of the ‘Wanjing Pavilion’, an important place of the True Dragon Clan. Compared with Brother Wu Yue, my strength is nothing.” The old Taoist took the copied jade slip and turned his hand over. When his palm turned again, a green jade slip emerged with the five words ‘Taoism Yiqi Jue’ written on it, and he threw it casually.

"Daoyou Tiansheng is really courageous. He actually offered his main cultivation technique, 'Daoism Yiqi Jue' in exchange." There was a hint of surprise on the gray-robed man's blurred face.

"The nobles have a rich collection of martial arts, which is countless. The only magic formula in my hand that can catch the nobles' eyes is the 'Taoism Qi Formula'. Besides, even though the other martial arts in my hand are rare and difficult to find by ordinary Mahayana cultivators, they are still inferior to the 'Nirvana True Yin Method' and are not enough to exchange for this magic formula." The old Taoist sighed and said helplessly.

The number of Mahayana techniques and secret skills collected in the Wanjing Pavilion is not just tens of thousands, but even more than one million. It is unknown how many years of accumulation it took to reach such an astonishing level.

"Brother Tiansheng, why do you pretend that I don't know something that is known to everyone? Don't you have a secret technique from the fairyland in your hand?" The gray-robed man laughed and said nonchalantly.

“If I can exchange it for a suitable secret technique of the true immortal world, I will give the secret technique of the immortal world that Brother Wu Yue mentioned to the nobles.” The old Taoist looked at the blurry face of the gray-robed man with some anticipation.

I didn't expect that his fellow Taoist Tiansheng would be so straightforward today. The gray-robed man coughed dryly, as if he was choked, and said vaguely:
"Fellow Daoist, you know that in exchange for the secret arts of the True Immortal Realm, in addition to reporting to the Great Elder Zhenlong, you also need to pay an additional price. This is not something I can decide. Didn't fellow Daoist refuse to exchange the secret arts of the True Immortal Realm before? What's wrong today?

"You True Dragons are really ruthless. The extra price is half of the True Immortal Realm secret technique. I'm afraid I'll have to pay with my life." The old Taoist couldn't help but sneered:
"As for why I want to exchange, it's because I want to do my best to increase my strength and see if I can have a chance to ascend to the True Immortal Realm. I'm not like you True Dragons, who are not in danger of heavenly tribulations. With my current strength, I can survive ten more great heavenly tribulations at most. I have no chance of surviving the eleventh heavenly tribulation, and I will only die."

"To be able to live for 130,000 years is considered a long lifespan even among Mahayana cultivators." The gray-robed man pondered for a moment, his voice sounding a little sad.

Although he is also a Mahayana cultivator, as a true spirit, his lifespan is more than ten times longer than that of Taoist Tiansheng.

However, although the lifespan of a true spirit is very long, often numbering in the millions, its lifespan can still be cut off.

After all, the body of the true spirit has not been transformed into the body of the true immortal, and the spirit is not the immortal soul of the true immortal. As time goes by, it will eventually decay. "Alas," the old Taoist sighed, clasped his fists and was about to leave, when suddenly a buzzing sound came from the sleeves of the gray-robed man, and an ancient green jade tablet flashed and flew out, and the sound spread like water waves and fell into his ears.

The two men were only three feet apart, but the strange thing was that the old Taoist priest could not hear any sound from the jade token. He paused slightly and stayed where he was for a while with a little interest.

The gray-robed man listened attentively, a look of surprise emerged on his face, and then he looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him with an ambiguous look, waved his hand and put the green jade token away.

"Did Fellow Daoist Tiansheng bring any disciples with him when he came to Dragon Island this time?" the gray-robed man asked with a stir in his heart.

"Most of my disciples are useless. Although the new disciple has amazing aptitude, his realm is too low. That's why I never bring disciples with me to Dragon Island, and this time is no exception." Although he was puzzled as to why he asked this question, the old Taoist answered truthfully.

"That's really strange. How could a human in the God Transformation Stage appear on this Dragon Island and fight back and forth with that little Wushang? It's really impressive." The gray-robed man's eyes flickered under his blurred face.

"There are cultivators of our human race on this Dragon Island? And they are fighting back and forth with the young nobles?" The old Taoist priest was surprised, and then his face showed ecstasy.

How could he not be surprised when even his new disciple with amazing talent could not achieve this level after practicing the 'Nirvana True Yin Method'?

"He is in front of the 'Enlightenment Hall' now. If we hurry over there as soon as possible, we might be able to watch the battle." The gray-robed man reminded.

"Thank you, Brother Wu Yue. I will not stay here long." The old Taoist priest clasped his fists with a look of joy on his face, and without any warning, he disappeared from the spot.

A moment later, the figure of the old Taoist appeared silently in a corner of the square in front of the Dharma Hall, without alarming anyone present.

"He is indeed a cultivator of our human race. He is only over 400 years old, but he has already advanced his body training to this level. His talent is truly amazing!" His eyes fell on Nie Zhaonan, who was emitting five-colored light all over his body. The old Taoist couldn't help but mutter to himself with quite a bit of admiration.

In the misty light, there was another loud 'boom' sound, and the entangled figures of the two people separated behind each other. As the escaping light stopped, the emitted spiritual light also converged and returned to normal.

"This is the first time I've heard of a human cultivator who has practiced the art of body refining to a level that's comparable to a true dragon like me. You must have practiced more than one body refining technique." Zhu Wushang let out a long roar, grinned, and showed off his heroic spirit.

Nie Zhaonan nodded calmly, "Today, I have witnessed the power of a true dragon's body."

"Hahaha," Zhu Wushang raised his head and laughed, "This battle has proved that you are quite strong, there is no need to continue fighting. Besides, you used up a lot of magical powers in your previous battle with Xue Ming, and most of your magic power must have been consumed. Even if I win in the end, it is an unfair victory and meaningless. How about we make an appointment to fight again next time and see if you have a chance to defeat me."

His tone was light and casual.

"There's no need to fight next time. Let's end it all today." Nie Zhaonan shook his head slightly and spoke.

To outsiders, it seemed that defeating Xue Ming had consumed most of his magic power, but that was only for ordinary Divine Transformation cultivators.

The Taiyi Divine Thunder Art that Nie Zhaonan practiced was so magical that the magic power he cultivated, both in terms of purity and quantity, was far beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

The battle with Xue Ming only consumed 30% of his magic power, and the remaining 70% was enough to fight Zhu Wushang.

"Okay, since you have no accidents, I naturally won't refuse." Zhu Wushang folded his hands in front of his chest, his tone casual, but there was a bit more interest in his eyes when he looked at Nie Zhaonan.

How could he not hear the confidence in Nie Zhaonan's words? He thought to himself:
"It's not that easy to defeat me. Just use whatever trump card you have."

Seeing that Zhu Wushang had no intention of taking the initiative to attack, Nie Zhaonan attacked without hesitation. He opened his mouth and a small tripod was spurted out. Then, in the midst of spiritual light, it turned into a giant tripod about ten feet high, making a "bang bang" sound.

It is the magical treasure Xutian Ding.

With a click, the top cover opened automatically, and countless dark green silk threads shot out from the cauldron, and after a flash of light, they disappeared into the void.

The next moment, the void around Zhu Wushang began to fluctuate, and these silk threads stretched out strangely like poisonous snakes.

“Tongtian Lingbao, unfortunately it seems to be only the last ranked Lingbao on the Chaos Ten Thousand Spirits List, barely squeezing into the ranks of Tongtian Lingbao. Its power is really not strong.” Zhu Wushang glanced at the giant tripod, then looked at the attacking dark green silk thread, and commented lightly.

But his body remained motionless, without even a defensive or offensive move.

The next moment, the dark green silk thread tied Zhu Wushang tightly like a rope.

Nie Zhaonan was slightly stunned by Zhu Wushang's unavoidable behavior, but after a cold snort, silver light shone from his body, and flying swords flashed out from all parts of his body, circling and dancing around his body like swimming fish, extremely agile.

"Hiss!" Seeing the flying swords of three colors, he counted them carefully and found that there were a total of two hundred and nineteen of them. The old Taoist priest in the corner of the square couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

"Am I seeing things? These are Brother Daoist Nie's natal flying swords?" Jin Ling opened his mouth, unable to conceal the shock in his words.

"Hmm." Bing Feng hummed softly.

Shopkeeper Wang stared at the flying sword hovering in the air, his mouth wide open:

(End of this chapter)