Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 418 The Power of Law
"The large number is nothing, but the grade of these flying swords is incredible. If it were just a few flying swords, any Divine Transformation cultivator could cultivate them to the grade of imitation spiritual treasures. But cultivating all 219 flying swords to the grade of imitation spiritual treasures, even if we, the Void Refining cultivators, spent tens of thousands of years, we might not be able to do it..."

That’s right, after advancing to the Spirit Transformation Stage, during the hundred years he stayed in the human world, Nie Zhaonan had already refined a number of flying swords to the level of imitating spiritual treasures. The reason he could do such an incredible thing was because of the magical power of his main practice, otherwise it would never be possible.

After looking carefully for a while, the old Taoist's eyes flashed with a strange light.

"One main sword and seventy-two secondary swords make up a set of natal flying swords. The sword formations have three different attributes: wood, gold, and fire. They are made with rare materials such as divine thunder. For a cultivator of the Divine Transformation Realm, this opportunity is truly unimaginable. Could it be that he wants to refine five sets of natal flying swords, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, respectively, to achieve the unity of the five elements and advance to the realm of refining emptiness?"

As a Mahayana cultivator, the old Taoist priest was also a man of extraordinary knowledge. In just a moment, he deduced some of Nie Zhaonan's ideas about refining his natal flying sword.

"After advancing to the Void Refining Stage, he can certainly activate the five sword formations to have a stronger control over the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, greatly increasing his strength, but the other two kinds of divine thunder are not so easy to find. Moreover, even if he is really lucky and refines the remaining two sword formations, it will take a lot of time to balance the power of each set of flying swords..."

“I really don’t know whether he is too ambitious or too confident.”

Thinking of this, the old Taoist priest was also at a loss and shook his head helplessly.

In the misty light, Zhu Wushang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he suddenly praised:
"The flying sword is well made."

Although he said this, he still did not react at all and allowed the inky silk thread to bind him tightly.

"Go!" A cold light flashed in Nie Zhaonan's eyes. He pinched the magic formula in his hand and gave a light shout. The flying swords around him shot out like arrows from a bow, and bursts of clear sword sounds resounded in all directions.

At the same time, golden, green and red sword lights burst out from the flying swords.

The golden sword energy tore through the air, the red sword energy burned the void, and the green sword energy carried a strange vitality, covering Zhu Wushang all over.

Zhu Wushang just smiled faintly, looking calmly at the sword energy less than a foot in front of him, as if he was sure of it.

"Ding ding dang dang" a series of metal sounds rang out, and the three-colored sword energy swept and exploded, completely submerging Zhu Wushang's figure.

But after the sword energy dissipated and the light disappeared, Zhu Wushang was still standing straight in the air.

Having experienced the strength of Zhu Wushang's body before, Nie Zhaonan naturally did not expect to hurt him with just some sword energy.

While the sword energy was attacking, seventy-three Yi Mu Divine Thunder swords had surrounded Zhu Wushang, with the sword tips pointing downwards, arranged in a disorderly manner, but upon closer inspection, they gave people a sense of mystery and depth.

"Sword formation?" Zhu Wushang laughed when he saw this scene. "I am not afraid of the Tongtian Lingbao either. So what if your natal flying swords set up a sword formation?"

"Really?" Nie Zhaonan raised his eyebrows. Even though Zhu Wushang was a real dragon, he was too arrogant to allow him to attack at this time.

As the sound fell, the seventy-three Yi Mu Divine Thunder Swords seemed to have received an order. They trembled and fled into the void, disappearing on the spot.

The next moment, a giant green lotus over ten feet in size suddenly appeared in the air and bloomed silently. The green light swept across, enveloping Zhu Wushang below as fast as lightning.

He didn't have time to react.

With Nie Zhaonan's current cultivation level, he could activate the Yi Mu Divine Thunder Sword Formation in the blink of an eye.

"Not good!" As soon as Fang Yi was enveloped by the green mist, the magic power in his body seemed to solidify. Zhu Wushang's face changed, and he looked up. Countless green tentacles stretched out from the giant lotus, carrying the same confining force as the green mist, and coiled towards him.

Feeling the magic power in his body becoming increasingly stagnant and ineffective, Zhu Wushang knew that he could not wait any longer.

"Roar!" With a dragon roar, Zhu Wushang's body emitted a red glow, and it was a red flame burning.

As soon as Chi Yanfang touched the dark green silk threads that bound him, the dark green silk threads dissipated into nothingness like melting snow in spring.

The red flame grew stronger and stronger, and in an instant it formed a sphere, becoming as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it, let alone see the scene inside.

A blue light flashed in Nie Zhaonan's eyes, and a dragon-shaped figure could be vaguely seen in the sphere. Without thinking, he urged the Binghuo Shenlei Sword. Seventy-three Binghuo Shenlei Swords trembled and slashed towards the red flame sphere from all directions.

The seemingly scorching red flames could not cause any obstruction to the Binghuo Divine Thunder Sword. It disappeared into it in an instant, and the sound of metal clashing was loud.

As the scorching sword energy swept across, the red flame sphere dissipated like a bubble, revealing the figure of Zhu Wushang.

But at this time, his appearance had changed drastically. He was no longer in human form, but a real dragon.

The dragon's whiskers fluttered with its breathing, its huge dragon eyes exuded innate majesty, its huge dragon horns on its head reached straight into the sky, it had five sharp claws on its abdomen, and its entire body was covered with red, transparent dragon scales that looked like crystal.

There were some black sword marks on the surface of the dragon scales left by the Binghuo Shenlei Sword, but with a flash of red light, the dragon scales returned to their original state without leaving any traces.

The huge body of the real dragon stretched across the sky, and invisible pressure spread. Even Nie Zhaonan, with his powerful spiritual sense, felt some pressure.

"Roar!" A dragon roar came from the mouth of a huge dragon, resounding through the sky. As the sound came out, ripples visible to the naked eye appeared in the air, like waves. The Binghuo Divine Thunder Sword was shaken and flew out without any resistance.

At the same time, the green tentacles above reached into the void, spanned a distance of a hundred feet, and pierced out strangely, and as fast as lightning, they coiled around the dragon horns that were raised straight into the sky.

Zhu Wushang waved his claws nonchalantly, and with a flash of claw light, the green tentacles were cut off like ordinary vines.

"All your tricks are useless after I reveal my true identity." Just as the dragon head showed a smile, he sensed the movement above and his smile froze on his face.

The severed green tentacles did not disintegrate and disappear as he expected, but instead began to wriggle as if they had life and wrapped around the dragon's horns.

More green tentacles stretched out from the giant lotus, densely packed, and in the blink of an eye, they covered most of the sky, as if they were endless.

Zhu Wushang naturally would not sit there and wait for death. While waving his dragon claws to cut off the green tentacles, he opened his dragon mouth wide and the red true flame of his life swept out.

As soon as the innate true flame that was burning the air came into contact with the green tentacles, the two seemed to be incompatible like water and fire, and the green and red flames intertwined and canceled each other out.

"The power of divine thunder, you actually integrated all the power of divine thunder into it!" Seeing more and more green tentacles entwined around him, Zhu Wushang finally looked panicked.

The tentacles that stretched out from the giant lotus seemed endless, and there was no sign of consumption at all, but his innate true flame had a limit. "Destroy it!" Looking at the giant green lotus, Zhu Wushang made a decision without thinking.

Just as he swung his dragon tail and swam up, a figure with a pair of green wings on his back appeared in front of him.

Compared with the huge body of a real dragon, Nie Zhaonan was very small, only as big as a dragon eye, but an unprecedented sense of crisis emerged in his heart the moment he saw Nie Zhaonan.

"Not good!" Zhu Wushang cried out inwardly. This kind of heart perception was the most sensitive, and Nie Zhaonan did have the strength to threaten him.

At this time, Nie Zhaonan had already practiced the Taiyi Divine Thunder Art to the extreme. The pure and surging magic power was flowing in his body, and the "rustling" sound was like the tide, which was unusually clear.

"Sword One, condense!" A voice without any emotion sounded, and Nie Zhaonan grabbed towards the void with one hand, and powerful magic power gathered.

There was a silent fluctuation in the void, and a three-foot golden sword suddenly appeared, and the hilt fell into Nie Zhaonan's hand.

As the Gengjin Divine Thunder main sword emerged, the Gengjin Divine Thunder small swords circling around it suddenly emitted golden light and turned into streams of light, which disappeared into the long swords in their hands in a flash.

Sword-shaped lines appeared on the sword, seventy-two in total.

With the integration of many Gengjin Divine Thunder swords, the spiritual pressure emitted by the sword in Nie Zhaonan's hand became stronger and stronger, reaching an incredible level in a moment.

“The power of a top-level spiritual treasure!” The old Taoist priest, who was stroking his long beard and nodding secretly, almost pulled his beard off. “Is he practicing the techniques of the True Immortal Realm? Otherwise, how could he gather so many flying swords into one, and even completely superimpose the power of the flying swords without any loss.”

"Let alone a fusion cultivator, even if I relied on my magic power to forcibly condense the seventy-three flying swords into one, it would not be possible to achieve such a perfect state. Only the specialness of the technique can explain it."

Among the cultivators present, only the old Taoist priest in the Mahayana stage had the eyesight to see this fleeting scene. In the eyes of other cultivators, Nie Zhaonan just stretched out his hand and grasped a long sword.

Then he held the sword in front of him and swung it out.

First there was a dot, and then a golden light bloomed. A dot of golden light as big as a bean, shining like stars, flew out like a meteor, and disappeared in a flash.

Zhu Wushang, whose mind had already been distracted by the Yimu Divine Thunder Sword Formation, naturally had no time to react and could only move his body to try to dodge.

It's just too late.

Even though the scales of a real dragon were extremely hard and had unparalleled defense, the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword was also extremely sharp. Moreover, now that the seventy-three flying swords had combined into one, it was a shocking blow that consumed most of Nie Zhaonan's magic power.

The power of this attack has been condensed to the extreme and is unparalleled in its sharpness.

In terms of attack alone, it is absolutely incomparable to the auxiliary Tongtian Lingbao Xutian Ding.

The golden light fell on the dragon scales on Zhu Wushang's heart. This dragon scale was the same size as the other scales on his body, but the color was darker, showing a dark red color, giving a dark and deep feeling.

With a "ding" sound, the golden light sank into it, and a bean-sized hole appeared, with trickles of golden blood dripping out.

Just when Nie Zhaonan was about to retract the sword in his hand and thought that Zhu Wushang was going to be seriously injured, a scene that shocked him appeared.

The black flame emerged in Zhu Wushang's heart without any warning and burned fiercely.

Nie Zhaonan could clearly feel that at the moment the black flames appeared, the golden light that had penetrated into Zhu Wushang's body seemed to have encountered an irresistible force and instantly disintegrated and dissipated.

A flash of black flame flew out, and at the same time, a voice filled with anger suddenly came out, like a volcanic eruption, shaking the air around it and making it buzz.

"Who dares to hurt my child?"

The black flames suddenly gathered towards the center, and the shadow of a middle-aged man emerged, his indifferent eyes falling on Nie Zhaonan.

"It's you? A human cultivator in the God Transformation Stage?" The shadow of the middle-aged man looked slightly stunned.

"Greetings, senior." The Yi Wood Sword Formation dispersed, and the Bing Fire Divine Thunder Sword shot out. Nie Zhaonan collected the Xu Tian Ding and the flying swords and bowed.

There is no need to think too much. Just looking at the power of this phantom, it is far beyond the reach of a cultivator at the peak of the Void Refinement Realm. It at least has the strength of the Fusion Realm. How dare Nie Zhaonan disrespect it?

"Father." The huge dragon body disappeared, and Zhu Wushang returned to human form, but his face turned slightly paler. He was a little caught off guard by the sudden appearance of his father's phantom. He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Hmph! The dragon scales protecting your heart were broken by a human cultivator of the same level." The shadow of the middle-aged man snorted coldly, glanced at Zhu Wushang lightly, and said no more.

"Xue Ming is Zhu Wushang's father and is Zhu Wushang's bodyguard, so this shadow should be Elder Zhu Huo," Nie Zhaonan thought to himself.

However, he didn't know what Elder Zhuhuo wanted to do, so Nie Zhaonan had no choice but to stay where he was and wait silently.

In the battle with Zhu Wushang, both of them had the same level of cultivation, so it was fair and just. It was Zhu Wushang who made the first move to force him to fight, so he had nothing to worry about.

The next moment, the shadow of the candle suddenly turned around and looked towards the "Performance Hall" and said:

"Cang Ming, you old fellow, you clearly saw that my son's heart-protecting dragon scales were damaged, why didn't you take action to stop it?"

"Zhu Huo, your son was defeated, don't push the responsibility onto me. The attack just now was not life-threatening, at most Zhu Wushang was seriously injured, it's not my turn to stop it."

A faint green light appeared in front of Zhuhuo. After the green light flashed and dissipated, a figure in a green robe emerged. The exquisiteness of the escape technique made Nie Zhaonan secretly amazed.

"This strange feeling is completely different from the previous black flame, but there are similarities." Suddenly, Nie Zhaonan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, "The power of the law, it is the power of the law!"

"When the candle flame appeared just now, the strange power that disintegrated my attack was the power of the law. And when this green-robed man named Cangming appeared, there was also a fluctuation of the power of the law."

"Could it be that the people of the True Dragon Clan can naturally begin to comprehend the laws and practice the power of the laws when they are in the Fusion Stage?"

(End of this chapter)