Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 458 First Battle Fusion
"Compared to the speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator, the Gold-Devouring Insect is far inferior. We could easily kill the Crimson Shadow with it, but my husband is facing the Purple Shadow. I don't know what to do." Nangong Wan's voice carried a faint sadness, but it was still gentle and melodious.

"Don't worry, the Gold-Eating Insects may not be fast enough, but you have a lot of them. With their astonishing numbers, you can easily protect yourself. Moreover, you also have the Xuan Tian Spirit-Slaying Sword. With this Xuan Tian treasure in hand, you might even have a chance to kill that purple shadow."

"The Xuan Tian Spirit-Slaying Sword! Is that the Xuan Tian Treasure that Fairy Xiaofeng mentioned and that only recently appeared, ranked third? In our husband's hands? How come I didn't know about this?" Wang Ning was so surprised that her face paled for a moment, and she asked Yuan Yao beside her.

Upon hearing such a significant secret for the first time, Nangong Wan was slightly taken aback, and her gaze shifted to Yuan Yao.

"Uh..." Feeling a little uncomfortable under the curious gazes of the two girls, Yuan Yao subconsciously nodded slightly. After thinking for a moment, she explained softly:

"I only recently learned about this matter. Didn't you notice that the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword was born around the same time my husband and I came out of the Zi Xiao Cave? My husband only recognized the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword as his master before he was playing around with me."

"As for why you don't know, it's simply because my husband didn't have time to tell you. After all, we came to carry out this special mission as soon as we left Luofeng Mountain. During this time, there were many people around, so it was naturally not a good time to discuss such amazing secrets."

"Hmm," Nangong Wan and Wang Ning nodded slightly upon hearing this, their expressions returning to normal.

"I've never seen a Xuan Tian treasure before. What does the Xuan Tian Spirit-Slaying Sword look like?" Wang Ning asked curiously, her mouth slightly agape.

"This place is not safe to stay any longer. Let's leave first and talk on the way," Nangong Wan suggested, her eyes gleaming.

“Sister Nangong is right,” Yuan Yao and Wang Ning readily agreed.

So the three of them escaped together, side by side, as one, and sped away into the distance.

Within the escaping light, Yuan Yao quietly transmitted her voice:

"The Xuan Tian Treasure is indeed very strange. My husband's Xuan Tian Spirit-Slaying Sword is actually just a small, dark green wooden stick. However, what's different is that this stick has a soft surface and a cool, comfortable feel. As for what it feels like after being activated, I haven't touched it."

"The power of this sword is undoubtedly extremely strong; my husband could cleave through the void with a single strike."

"Yuan Yao, this is the first time I've seen you so unserious. Did you mix up your husband's things?" Wang Ning said with a playful smile.

Nangong Wan also covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

"What Yuan Yao said is all true." Yuan Yao also thought of other embarrassing things, and her face flushed slightly as she hurriedly said:

"If you don't believe me, you can ask your husband to show you later. The Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword looks exactly like the one I described."

"Hehe, perhaps. My husband is not exactly serious, so it's quite normal for him to have an unorthodox Xuan Tian treasure." Wang Ningyu's face was still smiling, but her tone was rather disbelieving.

Yuan Yao was a little angry and gave a small huff.

Almost at the same time that the three women were chatting and laughing, in a dense forest thousands of miles away, seeing that the purple shadow was about to catch up, Nie Zhaonan stopped running away, put away the Biling Shuttle and revealed himself, standing calmly in the air.

Even with all its might, the Azure Shuttle couldn't shake off the purple shadow behind it, leaving it with no choice but to fight it out.

Although the opponent is a Saint-level being, that is, a Fusion cultivator!
Such a high-level being, if it were a different race like the Wood Demon or the Yaksha, Nie Zhaonan might still have some reservations.

However, he cultivates the Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique, a traditional martial art, and has forged the Five Elements Divine Thunder Flying Sword. He has also achieved the unification of the five elements. With the divine thunder's ability to restrain the Shadow Clan, and the great sword formation supernatural power that comes with the technique after advancing to the Void Refinement stage, he is confident that he can fight them.

Moreover, since advancing to the Void Refinement stage, he has never used his full strength, and he himself is not even sure what level his strength has reached.

Only after crossing the major threshold of the Refinement Void stage did the true power of the Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique begin to manifest.

The cultivation before reaching the Void Refinement stage is mostly about laying a solid foundation.

Now is the perfect time to give this purple-clad figure a try.

With a thought that flashed through his mind, Nie Zhaonan's Azure Thunder Wings appeared on his back. With a shake, he slowly flew towards the purple shadow.

Thus, the Purple Cloud Daoist, whose figure was obscured by the mist, naturally had no intention of stopping and planned to rush straight at them.

That's not surprising at all!
The Shadow Clan's most proficient supernatural ability was to forcibly devour the primordial spirit and essence of other races, directly control their physical bodies, and acquire most of their abilities.

But how could Nie Zhaonan really let the other party take shelter? He immediately stopped talking, rubbed his hands together, and waved them outwards.

With a deafening roar, a five-colored lightning arc as thick as a bowl burst forth from between his hands, unexpectedly striking the purple mist.

A soft exclamation rang out, and the purple mist suddenly flashed and disappeared into the nearby void.

Nie Zhaonan let out a cold snort, and suddenly his eyes shone brightly with blue light. He immediately used his spiritual eye supernatural power of clear vision and raised his hands again, sending five-colored lightning arcs slashing towards a certain place in the void.

After a deafening explosion, a violent ripple emanated from the void dozens of feet away.

Enveloped in a cloud of purple mist, Daoist Ziyun reappeared in a flash, uttering an unexpected low shout:

"Five Elements Divine Thunder! You actually cultivate this kind of supernatural power! And you've even gathered all five types of divine thunder!"

At this moment, the old Taoist's robe was charred black and tattered, making him look like he had suffered a minor loss.

Nie Zhaonan's eyes turned cold. He didn't say a word, but secretly made a hand seal. The lightning arc that had missed its target suddenly turned and appeared behind the old Taoist priest unexpectedly, striking down fiercely.

"A mere early-stage Void Refinement cultivator dares to dream of ambushing me?" The old Daoist sneered, revealing a sinister smile.

The next moment, a sudden burst of purple light flashed across the old Taoist's body, dazzling and blinding.

Nie Zhaonan's eyes flashed with blue light. He looked closely, but the old Taoist was nowhere to be seen. He muttered to himself:
'not good! '

Almost simultaneously, two long black shadows shot out from the void in front of Nie Zhaonan without any warning, and after a strange flash, they arrived in front of Nie Zhaonan.

One attack aimed straight for Nie Zhaonan's head, while the other was about to pierce his chest and heart, moving with lightning speed. Had Nie Zhaonan not constantly pushed the Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique to its limit, and simultaneously activated the Clear Vision Divine Eye ability with his blue eyes flashing, he truly wouldn't have been able to detect such a rapid attack with his divine sense alone.

Nie Zhaonan's face darkened, and he did not use any magic weapon. Instead, a golden light flashed on his face, and countless beautiful flowers suddenly appeared and bloomed around him!
With both hands, they grabbed out in a seemingly slow but actually swift motion.

At the same time, both hands suddenly turned golden and shiny, as if they were made of pure gold. Strange spiritual flower patterns flashed on each of the ten fingers, increasing their power by 30% out of thin air.

With two loud "bangs," two strange golden hands grabbed the two dark figures, and a tremendous force suddenly surged through their arms.

But Nie Zhaonan simply shrugged his shoulder and acted as if nothing had happened.

He focused his gaze and looked into his hand. Only then did he see clearly what the dark shadow was—a special treasure as smooth as silk.

At this moment, he was holding both ends in his hands.

Upon seeing this, the old Taoist priest was startled, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

It should be known that his treasure is an ancient and rare artifact called the 'Black Heavy Scarf'. Not only does it possess unparalleled strength from birth, but it is also enhanced by his own power and magic. Even those of the same level as him in the Shadow Clan would not dare to take it head-on.

The human youth in front of them was indeed as extraordinary as the intelligence report had described. He had actually managed to grab the person with just his bare hands, and he did so with an unusually relaxed demeanor. This was simply unbelievable!
However, the old Taoist priest wasn't really worried; on the contrary, his face lit up with joy.
"This is the first time I've encountered a body cultivator of your caliber! I'll gladly accept your physical body!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black scarf suddenly twitched and remained motionless. Then, it suddenly emitted a burst of black light, instantly transforming into two giant black pythons. With their ferocious mouths wide open, they lunged straight at Nie Zhaonan's head to bite.

Nie Zhaonan felt a violent tremor in his ten fingers, and the place he was gripping became extremely cold and slippery. The python seemed to be trying to break free.

As expected of a treasure in the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it not only contains immense power, but can also be hard or soft, and can transform into various shapes, truly versatile.

"What a treasure!" Nie Zhaonan shouted, his eyes shining with excitement. His body shone with a dazzling golden light that flashed by in an instant.

Ziyun Daoist subconsciously closed his eyelids, and when he opened them again, he was dumbfounded when he saw Nie Zhaonan's empty hand. He had long since refined the black scarf into his mind, but now he could not sense any connection with it.

"Young man, where did you put my black scarf?!" Master Ziyun suppressed his anger.

"Why do you think I would tell you?" Nie Zhaonan asked instead of answering.

“Even if you don’t tell me, I know. How could such intense spatial fluctuations escape my notice? Whether you possess any spatial treasures or teleported me elsewhere with my Black Scarf, once I capture you, I will naturally find out the reason. However, you will inevitably suffer the torment of having your soul extracted and refined.” The old Taoist’s eyes flashed with a fierce light as he spoke with no small amount of threat.

“You never intended to let me go, so why pretend here? I also want to see what kind of strength the Shadow Clan’s Purple Shadow possesses.” Nie Zhaonan sneered, unmoved.

He had forcibly taken the black scarf into the Purple Cloud Cave.

At this moment, he finally understood that although Zixiao Cave Heaven was called a cave heaven, its power of isolation was comparable to that of an independent realm.

With the barrier of the interface, the old Taoist priest in front of him naturally couldn't sense the slightest bit of the treasure.

The only pity was that the Black Heavy Scarf was, after all, an anomaly controlled by the old Daoist in the Nascent Soul stage. Even though he suppressed it with great force for a time, it still took a lot of effort to bring it into his cave, which caused the spatial fluctuations to be a bit large, allowing the old Daoist to see some clues.

"Very well, very well, how dare you!" The old Taoist laughed in anger. "Your Five Elements Divine Thunder is indeed powerful. Not to mention the Crimson Shadow who is of the same level, even the Crimson Shadow at the peak of the Void Refinement stage would perish under your Five Elements Divine Thunder."

"However, I am a Nascent Soul cultivator! You are far from capable of killing me!"

Upon hearing this, Nie Zhaonan remained silent, only letting out a cold laugh. With a flick of his sleeve, three hundred and sixty-five natal flying swords shot out, their cries echoing endlessly.

With a single hand gesture, the flying swords trembled and transformed into hundreds of five-colored sword threads, enveloping the purple shadow opposite them in a vast, overwhelming manner.

A loud whistling sound arose as countless sword threads shot out, covering an area of ​​several thousand feet in radius, creating an astonishing spectacle.

Upon seeing so many top-tier spiritual treasures and flying swords, the old Taoist's expression changed slightly, and his greed surged. He opened his mouth and a series of unfamiliar and profound incantations rang out.

Suddenly, streaks of purple light appeared in the nearby void. At first, there were only a dozen or so streaks, but as the chanting quickened, the purple light increased in number.

A moment later, the sky was filled with dense rays of light, as if dyeing the entire void purple. The speed was so fast that even Nie Zhaonan's body was not able to avoid being filled.

Strangely, this was clearly an amazing divine power unleashed by the old Taoist priest, but Nie Zhaonan did not feel any discomfort. On the contrary, he became extremely vigilant, and an inexplicable sense of life and death crisis became extremely intense.

The next moment, the incantation stopped, and the old Taoist's figure disappeared silently from the spot. Nie Zhaonan's eyes shone brightly with blue light. He scanned his surroundings, but his brows were furrowed, and he found no suspicious traces.

“Young man, you are the first Void Refinement cultivator to make me use this technique with all my might. You have something to be proud of.”

The sound, accompanied by a strange laugh, was wild and unrestrained, and it echoed from all directions.

"Is that so?" Nie Zhaonan showed no sign of panic. He smiled strangely and with a thought, hundreds of sword threads disappeared into the surrounding void.

"Still spouting nonsense!" The voice rang in Nie Zhaonan's ears, and at the same time, a huge phantom covered in purple scales appeared behind him, its face bearing a resemblance to the old Taoist.

The instant the phantom appeared, an aura that made the void tremble pressed down, followed by a low roar. A phantom hand raised, transforming into a purple spear over a hundred feet long, and with a flash, it thrust straight down at Nie Zhaonan.

Nie Zhaonan only felt a flash of purple light in the void above, and a sharp spearhead appeared above his head without any warning. With the purple light intensifying, it stabbed down fiercely.

Even though Nie Zhaonan knew that the old Taoist with the cultivation level of the Integration Realm would be extraordinary once he truly made a move, he never expected him to be so sharp!
If it were an ordinary cultivator, they wouldn't even have time to unleash their treasures, let alone use secret techniques to dodge; they would simply perish under this attack.

However, Nie Zhaonan cultivates both physical and magical abilities, allowing him to fight against opponents of higher levels using only his physical body without relying on anything else!

In a flash, his mind raced, and he suddenly let out a loud shout. A dazzling golden light burst forth from his body, and with a flick of his fingers, he reached out and grabbed at the spear with his bare hands.

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