Tianyuan Xuanxian

Chapter 131 Bloodstained Ghost Ship

Seeing this, Qingling's expression changed, her pretty face was full of anger, and she immediately chased after him in a flash.

Zhan Jinfeng was secretly delighted. He sensed that a gap in the formation was right in front of him and he could escape in an instant.

However, at this moment, a terrifying aura suddenly appeared in front of him, and then a silver-white spear pierced through the void and came to him with a bang, with the tip of the spear only half an inch away from his eyebrows.

Zhan Jinfeng's expression froze and he retreated suddenly. During this gap, the gap in the formation quickly closed.

Zhan Jinfeng had a ferocious look on his face as he glared at the figure in white that came with the spear.

"Get out of my way!"

He shouted loudly and thrust the golden spear in his hand straight at Gu Jinxue, trying to pierce her heart.

Gu Jinxue held Zhou Yang's bloody head in her left hand and the gun in her right hand. She stabbed forward with all her might. The tip of the gun collided with the spearhead, splashing a large amount of sparks.

Qingling followed and opened his bloody mouth to swallow it.

Zhan Jinfeng's body shook and he felt cold all over. If he was really swallowed, the venom in its mouth alone would completely turn him into a pool of blood.

His fighting spirit waned, and he swung his spear through the void and escaped back to the outside world.

However, the moment he appeared, a sigh sounded in his ears.

Zhan Jinfeng was shocked and saw Chen Xuan standing in front of him. A huge white figure disappeared into the huge door behind him.

Netherworld magic. The soul rests in the dark.

Zhan Jinfeng was about to defend himself, but it was too late. The moment the sigh sounded, his eyes became dull and he stood still for a moment.

But this very instant could determine his life or death.

Qing Ling followed first, and the huge snake tail swept over with a tremendous force. Zhan Jinfeng instinctively raised his spear to block it, but was knocked away in an instant, and the golden spear also flew out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Jinxue also broke through the void and arrived. She put away the silver-white spear in her hand, grabbed the golden spear with her backhand, turned around gorgeously, and threw it towards Zhan Jinfeng.

The golden spear was extremely sharp and instantly pierced through Zhan Jinfeng's forehead. The terrifying murderous aura on it instantly shattered his vitality and Nascent Soul.

The golden spear, carrying Zhan Jinfeng's body, pierced through two tall buildings with a loud bang, and finally nailed him deeply to the mast with a diameter of three meters, leaving him with his eyes open in death.

His soul was extracted by Chen Xuan using the Soul Refining Technique, and he struggled and roared as he was forcibly pulled towards Chen Xuan.

"My dear Chen Xuan, my Hundred Battles City is a large city, and there are great cultivators in the Spiritualization Stage guarding it. If you kill me, Hundred Battles City will not let you go!"

"Haha, what a joke! The three top sects in the Northern Frontier don't want to let me go, but I'm still alive and well. What the hell is your Hundred Battles City?"

After saying that, without waiting for him to say anything else, Chen Xuan pointed a finger at his forehead. In an instant, cracks spread across his body, and then he exploded with a bang.

Endless soul fragments rushed towards Chen Xuan.

"Boy, this is a Nascent Soul level soul. If your soul is not strong enough, you will not be able to withstand the impact of its soul power after absorbing it, and you will become an idiot!"

At this moment, Zhu Yin came with Shuanglu and gave a kind reminder.

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Xuan smiled, and then continued to practice the Tongming Soul Refining Technique, absorbing those soul fragments into his body and refining them in an instant.

Seeing this, Zhu Yin was shocked.
"The skills of this Lao Deng inheritance place are truly domineering!"

However, the next moment, an invisible and powerful force suddenly appeared beside Zhu Yin. With a loud slap, Zhu Yin immediately flew backwards.

In a forbidden area in Changyu that no one dared to enter, a man carrying a coffin walked among an ancient tomb. He slowly withdrew his palm and muttered:
"Little thing, you still have such a bad mouth."

If Chen Xuan saw this scene, he would be shocked. He was in Changyu, but he knew what happened in the Xuanwu Dynasty. How terrifying must this person's strength be!
On the ferry deck, as Zhu Yin was knocked away by an invisible force, Chen Xuan and the others looked at each other. They didn't realize who had made the move or how it was done. Just a slap sounded and Zhu Yin was knocked away.

All this happened in a flash. Even Qing Ling and Gu Jinxue's incarnations did not notice any fluctuation in the aura. They could not even see clearly what made Zhu Yin fly out.

But this familiar scene also made Chen Xuan guess a possibility. He smiled and said:
"It's okay, you'll get used to it in the future."

After saying that, Chen Xuan looked at Gu Jinxue's incarnation, his expression became softer.
"Thank you!"

The incarnation nodded, then turned into a speck of moonlight and once again became a peace amulet, but the luster on its surface was much dimmer, but the four beautiful words on the back were also clearer.

"May you be safe."

Faintly, Chen Xuan seemed to hear the voice of the beauty he had been thinking about echoing in his ears, repeating these four words over and over again.

Chen Xuan carefully put away the amulet, then with a thought, he took Zhu Yin back to the Ten Thousand Demons Pool space, then turned to Qing Ling and said:
"First, gather all the mortals on the ferry, modify their memories, and take them away from here. Otherwise, they will all die in the coming thunderstorm."

As he spoke, Chen Xuan handed Qing Ling the memory fragments of those cultivators that he had tampered with through his soul and blood, and repeatedly reminded her to make sure they were exactly the same.

Qingling nodded, and then subconsciously glanced at Shuanglu who had a storage bag hanging on her body.

Chen Xuan also looked at Shuanglu, and then, under her eager gaze, Chen Xuan put away the storage bag hanging on her body, and then said:

"She doesn't need to be taken with me, but she needs to be taken with me. The Heavenly Strike is no joke, and I can't guarantee that I can survive it."

Qing Ling nodded solemnly, and then went to search for the mortal.

Thunder roared and lightning flashed above his head. Chen Xuan stood alone on the deck, looking around.

He was covered in blood, and even though the battle had ended for a long time, blood was still dripping from the corners of his clothes, making him look extremely weird.

The surrounding decks were littered with broken limbs and debris, blood was flowing on the bluestone floor, and even the outside of the ferry was stained with blood, making it a daunting sight.

"What is the meaning of cultivation?" Chen Xuan asked himself. He didn't want to cause killing, but he had no choice at the moment, which made him a little confused for a moment.

What kind of magic does this road to immortality paved with corpses have that drives countless people crazy and leads them to embark on this road of no return one after another.

After a long time, Chen Xuan still didn't get the answer, and he didn't know the reason. He just wanted to go to the upper realm to find his grandfather and meet his parents whom he had never met.

As for the true meaning of cultivation, he was unable to understand it for the time being, perhaps because his realm was too low. Only when his realm reached the level of the White Tiger King and others could he get a glimpse of it.

Even though he was a little confused about this question, it could not shake Chen Xuan's determination to become a strong man. Instead, it would become an incentive, prompting Chen Xuan to become stronger.

At this moment, Qingling has gathered all the mortals and modified their memories, creating the illusion that the Soul-Devouring Cult was carrying out a massacre for a blood sacrifice.

Then she took these mortals and fled far away, because the heavenly calamity was about to fall, and if they did not leave the range covered by the calamity cloud, everyone would die.

Before leaving, she took one last look at Chen Xuan, and that look was a farewell forever.

In the distance, an extremely large ferry was slowly approaching here. This ferry was several times larger than the one Chen Xuan was on. The hull blocked out the sky and cast a large shadow on the ground.

Below the ferry is a large formation, forming a huge cloud. This is a standard feature of every ferry, and its purpose is to prevent mortals on the earth from discovering the location of the ferry.

"Look, what is that!"

Suddenly, a monk on the ferry deck pointed forward and exclaimed.

For a moment, everyone on the deck looked in the direction the man pointed.

There was a ferry in front of them. Compared with the one they were on, that ferry was like a dwarf. Because the distance was too far, people could not see the specific situation on the ferry clearly.

But above the ferry, a dark thundercloud was rolling down, and the cloud stretched for three thousand miles, carrying with it the terrifying power of heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

Under everyone's shocked gaze, thousands of lightning bolts fell from the thunderclouds like silver rays piercing through the sky and earth, all converging towards the ferry.

Compared to those thick lightning pillars, a black dot that was almost invisible to the naked eye went up and actually took the initiative to head towards the thundercloud.

Even the Nascent Soul expert who was in charge of the ferry was alarmed. Everyone held their breath and watched this incredible scene.

"Someone is going through the tribulation!"

one passenger exclaimed.

This man looked young, but he was already a powerful warrior in the early Nascent Soul stage. His eyes were like torches, with two rays of light shooting out of them, as if he could see through endless distances. He was obviously a powerful warrior who had cultivated the supernatural power of the clairvoyance.

For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar and discussions broke out.

"Someone is actually undergoing a tribulation, but why would he do it on the ferry? If so, wouldn't all the cultivators on the ferry be afflicted as well?"

"This……"

Everyone was shocked, wondering who dared to act like this.

"Turn around and go around that calamity cloud!"

The man guarding the ferry was a white-haired old man with the aura of a late Nascent Soul. He spoke in a deep voice at this moment.

Faced with such an emergency, he could not let the ferry get close to the calamity cloud. Such a calamity cloud was too terrifying. If they were touched by it, everyone on the ferry would be turned into ashes.

"No, on that ferry..."

At this moment, the young Nascent Soul expert looked terrified, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. His body trembled and he cried out in shock.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to the man, waiting for what would happen next.

The powerful warrior in the early Nascent Soul stage no longer had any dignity at this moment, and his body was shaking like a sieve. After a while, he gradually calmed down, but his voice was still trembling when he spoke.

"Blood... it's blood!"

After hearing this, everyone was confused and didn't understand what was going on.

The late Nascent Soul expert guarding the ferry could no longer suppress his curiosity. A vertical eye appeared between his eyebrows, and a golden light shot out from the vertical eye as he looked towards the ferry.

The next moment, he withdrew his gaze with the same look of horror.

"Speed ​​up and get away from that ferry!"

He immediately ordered the monk operating the ferry to change course.

It was a blood-stained ferry, with corpses lying all over the deck. Some of them had dried blood and were no longer human, like a pile of rotten wood.

Some low-lying areas on the deck had become pools of blood, with blood accumulating to a depth of one foot. Even so, blood continued to flow towards the low-lying areas from all directions.

Above the ferry, there was endless black fog, and there seemed to be ghosts howling in the black fog, which made people feel chilled at the sight of it.

He originally thought that the terrifying calamity clouds in the sky caused the strange fragrance because they attracted all the monks on the ferry to undergo the calamity together, but that was not the case.

There was only one person who was undergoing the tribulation. He was enveloped by the power of heaven and earth. He could not feel the aura of that person, nor could he see through his appearance. He could not imagine what kind of terrifying existence that person was who could have caused such a terrifying heavenly punishment.

He came from Lingbao City, one of the five large cities. In his early years, he had the good fortune to witness the tribulation of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator in the city breaking through to the Spirit Transformation stage. However, even the thunderclouds caused by that powerful man could not compare to the terrifying tribulation caused by this man.

At this moment, after listening to the description of the old man guarding the ferry, the ferry seemed like a deadly ghost ship in the eyes of all the monks, making people shudder at the mere mention of it.

At this moment, the young Nascent Soul cried out again. The figure in the calamity cloud seemed unable to withstand such a powerful heavenly punishment and fell downwards at a very fast speed.

(End of this chapter)