Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 353: Memorial Elements
The conditions of the other monks who were attacked by the purple spiritual flowers were much more serious than Duanmu Ling.

Even though it was Feng Jue, the black armor on his body had turned into nothing, and there was a large purple burn mark on his left arm, which was still slowly spreading.

Feng Jue's face was as red as blood, and he was desperately mobilizing all the energy and blood in his body to suppress the strange power of the purple flame.

After he took out a pill and fed it into his mouth, his aura suddenly increased, and he was able to suppress the remaining power of the purple flame.

And the situation of sealing off is already very good.

Like another fake elixir cultivator, Wu Tianxiang, his left hand had turned into white bones, and was even still burning with a faint purple flame.

There was a hint of ruthlessness in Wu Tianxiang's eyes, and his right hand slid violently, actually cutting off his left palm directly.

His face turned extremely pale and he quickly took out the pill and put it into his mouth.

This was already the case for the two fake elixir cultivators, and it was even more difficult for the other four cultivators in the late foundation-building stage.

Although two of the cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage sacrificed various defensive treasures, they did not have much resistance and were directly burned to ashes by the purple flames.

The Wu family cultivator Wu Qifeng was one of them. With a look of despair on his face, he disappeared in the purple flames.

Even a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building beside him was unable to avoid it and was stained by a little purple spark. He was burned to ashes without any resistance.

Not far away were Cui Hong and Pan Jiao. The two tough guys had pale faces and looked terrified.

If it was just a little more, they might have been the ones to die.

Although the other two cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage survived, they also paid a huge price.

Among them, the middle-aged Taoist priest carrying a peach wood sword had been melted into a ball of ash by the purple flame. However, the ash turned into a black doll like a scarecrow, which then spontaneously combusted and dissipated without wind.

A few feet away, the middle-aged Taoist priest appeared. He had a look of lingering fear on his face and his eyes were filled with great regret.

The reason why he escaped with his life just now was because he happened to have an extremely precious substitute doll.

Although he managed to save his life, he also used up his life-saving trump card.

In front of the other monk named Pu, there was a water drop with brilliant blue light floating.

Although this water droplet is only the size of a palm, the sound of raging waves can be heard from it.

A layer of purple flame attached to the surface of the water droplet, and a burst of explosion sounds came from it.

Then there was a "crack" sound, and the water droplet shattered. Countless turbulent streams of water gushed out from it, and then disappeared under the power of the purple flame.

Thick water vapor was emitted, and as the water vapor disappeared, the power of the purple flame was finally consumed.

The monk named Pu was the one who resisted the most easily, but his face was full of bitter smile.

Then, he set up his escape light and turned around and flew backwards without hesitation.

And his voice came from far away.

"I have already repaid the Duanmu family's kindness to me. Goodbye."

The middle-aged Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, and quickly said, "Fairy Duanmu, the magic weapon used by the black spirit is not something we can resist. I will leave first."

After saying this, he also set up a light of escape and left in a hurry.

Several of the cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building also turned pale and left quickly.

Cui Hong, Pan Jiao and others hesitated for a moment, but decided to stay.

"Haha, sister Duanmu, if you surrender to me now, I can spare your life."

Seeing this situation, the beautiful woman in black dress giggled and repeated Duanmu Ling's words of persuasion to surrender to her exactly as they were.

The cultivators from the three surrounding families were immediately overjoyed. This sudden reversal was really beyond their expectations. At this moment, they obviously believed that victory was already in their grasp.

Wen Xiuxin looked calm, with only a flash of strangeness in her eyes. However, Duanmu Ling was still standing calmly in the air at this time. After the shock, she regained her composure, and there was no panic on her pretty face.

She smiled calmly and said, “Very good, this seems to be your trump card.

The harvest from the Black Flame Desert this time is far beyond my imagination.

Not only did he get a Heavenly Star Yuanyan Stone, but he also got the magic weapon used by the Black Spirit."

Hearing this, the beautiful woman in black dress who was originally smiling sweetly couldn't help but change her expression slightly.

She raised her eyebrows, quickly took out a white bottle, and poured the blood-red liquid into her mouth.

Her originally weak aura suddenly increased sharply, and the black and red scepter was waved again.

The purple flame on the scepter suddenly grew stronger, rolling up heat waves, ready to go.

Duanmu Ling flipped her hand, and a small white jade box appeared in her hand.

Duanmu Ling flicked her hand, and the lid of the jade box opened. White mist rolled out from inside, gradually forming a human figure, whose face quickly solidified.

At the same time, a far-reaching aura emanated from it.

A strange divine thought suddenly appeared, and became clearer from faint, as if a strange monk was crossing the border and attaching himself to the body of the white mist figure.

Although it was just a wisp of divine thought, its aura was so powerful that it far exceeded the scope of a foundation-building cultivator, and was even far superior to that of an ordinary Jindan cultivator.

The figure in the white mist gradually became clearer. He was wearing a fluttering white robe, his hair was tied up high, his face was gaunt, and his expression was indifferent, yet contained supreme pressure.

The face of this cultivator was exactly that of the ancestor of the Duanmu family - Xuanqi Zhenren, Duanmu Qi, who was at the peak of the late Jindan stage.

The beautiful woman in black dress, who had been acting confident, now had a changed look on her face!

She was shocked and said, "It's actually a telepathic device! You actually have such a thing!"

When Wen Xiuxin saw this, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

The other cultivators around her were still a little confused, but the expressions of the three great elders changed drastically.

Because they knew what this telepathic device was, and they also knew that they were in big trouble.

The so-called thought instrument is a very special magical instrument.

It needs to be cultivated by high-level cultivators above the Golden Core stage with their minds for a period of time, and then they can use this item as a medium to transmit a ray of divine thought across a very long distance.

Although there are significant restrictions, it can allow high-level cultivators to feel as if they are actually there, and give them several opportunities to take action.

In order to create this kind of mind-transmitting device, the spiritual materials required are extremely rare.

Because it must be made with high-level spiritual materials with soul attributes.

Regardless of whether it is a martial art, natural treasures or various spiritual materials, as long as they are related to the soul, they are all extremely rare.

It is even rarer than many high-level spiritual materials that can be used to create magical weapons for Jindan cultivators.

Only a powerful force like the Duanmu family, which has been passed down for thousands of years and has a profound foundation, could have it.

And this is also where Duanmu Ling’s greatest confidence comes from.

I saw that the incarnation of Xuanqi Zhenren's divine consciousness had completely solidified. He stared at the black and red scepter in the air with his sharp eyes, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the beautiful woman in the black dress gritted her teeth and swung her sword downwards fiercely.

The nine dragons on the black and red scepter seemed to come alive. They flew out in a flash of light and turned into nine giant black and red fire dragons several feet long.

There was a layer of faint purple flame on its body surface, emitting tremendous ferocity, and it pounced towards us with its fangs and claws bared.

(End of this chapter)