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Chapter 341 Eight Thousand Spirit Seals! How is this possible! (6k views, monthly ticket giveaway begins)
"clang!"

The Soul-Destroying Whip clashed with the broken sword, unleashing a piercing metallic clang!

With a flick of his wrist, Nangong Lu sent the bone whip coiling around Zhou Qing's wrist like a venomous snake, instantly tightening around Zhou Qing's wrist that was holding the sword!

"corrosion!"

The eerie green flames spread along the whip, and Zhou Qing's arm sizzled as it was burned!

"The Emperor's Majesty!"

Golden light surged in Zhou Qing's eyes, and the majestic power of heaven descended with a roar, causing the ghost fire to waile and dissipate!

Taking advantage of this moment, he clenched his left hand into a claw and suddenly gripped the whip!
A giant golden crow roared to the sky, its blazing golden flames shooting upwards along its whip, heading straight for Nangong Lu's face!

Nangong Lu hastily spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which transformed into a blood shield to block the golden flames, while simultaneously pulling back his bone whip!

"Snapped!"

The whip tip, like a scorpion's stinger, lashed Zhou Qing's back, spraying blood everywhere!
"cough!"

Zhou Qing groaned, his back a bloody mess, but he didn't stop, his broken sword piercing straight into Nangong Lu's heart!

"clang!"

Nangong Lu blocked with the handle of his whip, and the two instantly came close to each other, their eyes meeting!

"You're strong," Nangong Lu sneered, "but not strong enough!"

He suddenly opened his mouth, and a jet of black blood shot straight into Zhou Qing's face!
Zhou Qing dodged the blood arrow by tilting his head, only to see Nangong Lu seize the opportunity to retreat rapidly, his hands forming a hand seal:
"Nine Nether Corpse Mountain Realm - Activate!"

"boom!"

The world suddenly changed!

The scene before Zhou Qing's eyes distorted, and his feet suddenly turned into writhing, rotting flesh. Countless mutilated corpses crawled out of the sea of ​​blood, frantically tearing at his legs!
"Welcome to my world!"

Nangong Lu's voice came from all directions, "Here, I am the ruler!"

Zhou Qing tried to activate the Golden Crow True Fire, but found that the flames were swallowed up by the corpse energy as soon as they appeared!
"It's useless," a rotting corpse suddenly spoke; it was Nangong Lu's voice. "In my realm, you can only wait to die!"

Countless bone spurs burst forth from the sea of ​​blood!

Zhou Qing's figure flashed, and the Golden Roc burst forth with incredible speed, weaving through the dense bone spurs.

At the same time, a layer of golden ripples emanated from his body, continuously merging into this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

I'm very curious.

Zhou Qing turned around, stepped on a rotting corpse, looked around, and spoke in a cold voice.

"How many people did you kill to perfect this artistic conception?"

Nangong Lu's laughter echoed from all directions, tinged with a morbid pleasure: "How should I put it? I've forgotten the specifics..."

The sea of ​​blood surged, and countless mutilated corpses surfaced, their empty eye sockets staring straight at Zhou Qing.

"Or, you can count within my mental imagery. I can give you time, and during that time, I absolutely will not attack you!"

Zhou Qing's gaze swept over the distorted faces—old people, children, cultivators, and mortals.

He shook his head, his voice low and disgusted: "I hate this kind of artistic conception that is formed by killing, and I have seen it several times before. There are several people in your Nangong family who do it."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Lu's laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a near-manic whisper:

"Actually, I hated it at first too."

A sea of ​​blood surged, and corpses slowly rose, their rotting fingers pointing at Zhou Qing.

"But did you know? Death can be addictive."

His voice suddenly softened, as if he were recounting a distant memory.

"I killed someone for the first time when I was five years old."

A scene emerged from the sea of ​​blood—young Nangong Lu stood before a corpse, his hands stained with blood, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

“That was a senior brother who bullied me. I smashed his head with a rock while he was cultivating.”

The scene changes, and the young Nangong Lu is kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, yet staring intently at his own hands.

"I was terrified, but strangely enough, I felt excited."

The sea of ​​blood churned, and more corpses crawled out, each one representing a memory of slaughter.

"Later I discovered that the more powerful a cultivator is, the more delicious their fear before death is."

Nangong Lu's voice grew increasingly frenzied, and the number of corpses in the sea of ​​blood increased, piling up layer upon layer, forming a mountain.

Their despair, resentment, and anger all became my strength!

He roared suddenly, and the entire sea of ​​blood boiled, with countless rotting arms reaching out to grab Zhou Qing!
"Death is the purest art in this world!"

Zhou Qing stood atop the mountain of corpses, letting those rotting arms grab his legs.

His gaze was cold and calm as he slowly spoke: "Your art is disgusting."

"Hahaha……"

Nangong Lu's laughter echoed amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a maniacal madness tinged with a chilling excitement.

"I feel nauseous, but the fact is I'm still alive."

A sea of ​​blood surged, and countless mutilated corpses suddenly raised their heads simultaneously, their rotting lips opening and closing, uttering Nangong Lu's voice:

"From the moment I killed my first person when I was five, I understood one thing—"

There are only two kinds of people in this world: killers and victims.

Nangong Lu's true form slowly rose from the sea of ​​blood, his body shrouded in pitch-black death energy.

"Without fear, without pity, without hesitation. Only then do I deserve the true meaning of 'death'!"

"Unfortunately, you don't understand. I can sense that even though you've cultivated all the way to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, the blood on your hands is far too little!"

Zhou Qing stood atop the mountain of corpses, his golden pupils reflecting this distorted world.

"you are wrong."

His voice was soft, yet it boomed like thunder: "You did not conquer death."

The emperor's might erupted, and golden ripples spread like waves, causing rotting corpses to disintegrate wherever they passed!
"You're just a pathetic worm being devoured by death."

Zhou Qing's voice was icy cold, like a judgment.

"Crack!"

The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood crumbled inch by inch, and Nangong Lu's figure fell from the void, his face full of disbelief!
"No, that's impossible! What did you do?!"

Zhou Qing said indifferently, "Let me give you a piece of advice—"

He took a step forward, and golden ripples spread from his feet, shattering the atmosphere of death like glass wherever he went!

"When facing a mortal enemy, stop talking nonsense."

"Nobody wants to hear about your past, and nobody cares about your insights."

"break!"

As the last word fell, the entire atmosphere shattered! Nangong Lu coughed up blood, his aura instantly weakening!
"die!"

Zhou Qing moved like lightning, and a burst of tetanus shot out.

"Are you all dead? Help me!" Nangong Lu roared and retreated, unleashing three terrifying streaks of light from his sleeve.

Three jet-black bone nails tore through the void and shot straight at Zhou Qing's brow!
A small white bone tower grew larger in the wind, its suppressive power freezing the very space around it!

The talisman burned, transforming into blood-red chains that coiled around the soul and corroded the bones!
Zhou Qing's pupils suddenly contracted!

These three magical treasures each exuded a terrifying aura of the Spirit Severing Realm, clearly weapons that had been personally refined by the patriarch of the Nangong family!
Moreover, the eight Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection cultivators who had been observing the situation also formed a killing formation and rushed over.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged violently, and a blood-red pillar of light sealed off all directions, completely cutting off Zhou Qing's retreat!
"A cowardly clown who bullies the weak and fears the strong, the Daoist son of the Nangong family is nothing more than this!"

Zhou Qing sneered, but his eyes burned with intense fighting spirit!
Faced with a desperate situation, he not only did not retreat, but instead took a step forward!
boom!
He transformed directly into the second form of the Golden-Winged Roc, unleashing his majestic imperial might, and forcefully withstood the suppression of the white tower!
At the same time, a golden crow rushed out and collided with the three Soul-Slaying Nails, blasting sparks everywhere!
But the crimson chains had already wrapped around him, and Zhou Qing's body froze, his movements suddenly slowing down!

"good chance!"

Eight Nascent Soul cultivators at the Great Perfection stage seized the opportunity and unleashed countless blood-red blades from the killing formation!
"Puff puff!"

Blood rained down, and Zhou Qing was instantly covered in more than a dozen deep wounds that exposed bone, with blood gushing out like a fountain!
"Om-"

Golden light emanated from Zhou Qing's body, and amidst the swirling chants of Buddhist hymns, his broken bones healed once again at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Furthermore, as the reserved spiritual energy within the golden flower surged, its aura increased rather than decreased!
Zhou Qing cracked his neck, making a "snap" sound, his eyes beneath the mask as cold as knives:

"Let's just use your artistic conception directly. Your Daoist artistic conception is not bad, but it's still a bit lacking!" Zhou Qing looked at the eight people with a contemptuous tone.

The eight elders exchanged glances, simultaneously forming hand seals, their respective artistic conceptions exploding and weaving into a net that fell down.

Zhou Qing did not resist, but allowed the different moods to engulf him.

"kill!"

The eight elders roared and unleashed their killing moves from their respective realms, bombarding Zhou Qing relentlessly.

Zhou Qing, who had transformed into the human form of the Golden-Winged Roc, had golden scales all over his body gleaming with a dazzling light, layer upon layer of protection, allowing these attacks to fall on him.

"Boom boom boom!"

Fire dragon bites, ice spikes pierce, swords slash...

Zhou Qing remained motionless, his spiritual energy rippling around him, sparks flying from his golden scales, leaving only a trace of white.

In a short while, Zhou Qing seemed to have eaten his fill, and even let out a burp. Then he suddenly opened his eyes, and golden light burst forth from them!
"Fancy."

He pointed his fingers like a sword and made a light, sweeping motion—

"break!"

With a single utterance, eight layers of meaning exploded simultaneously!

All eight elders coughed up blood, their faces turned deathly pale, and their souls suffered severe damage from the backlash!
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

They stared at Zhou Qing in horror, their eyes filled with disbelief.

However, Zhou Qing gave them no chance. Blood phoenix wings suddenly appeared behind him, like a curtain that covered the sky and the sun, enveloping the eight elders.

Taking advantage of the situation, he retrieved the Mirror of Karmic Fire, its golden threads spreading out, dragging the eight figures into the world within the mirror, where they were left to be refined by the karmic fire.

Then, the spirit-gathering array was used to maintain the process, and the main body entered into it. When the refining was nearly complete, the blood-wing phantom was used for the final tempering.

A moment later, he had three blood-red crystals in his hand, and he quickly put away the ultimate weapon, never revealing it to outsiders.

After all, he would rather expose his inscription-level divine abilities than use ultimate weapons.

"call--"

After doing all this, Zhou Qing held the Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal in his hand and quickly absorbed it to replenish his energy.

Then he looked at Nangong Lu, who was taking the opportunity to heal his wounds not far away, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Nangong Lu opened his eyes at this moment, met Zhou Qing's gaze, and couldn't help but shiver.

Eight people, just like that, died?

how can that be!

……

"puff--"

Luo Lingling coughed up a mouthful of blood. She forced herself to turn around and looked in the direction they had fled from, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"A glimmer of hope... lies behind us?" she murmured to herself, her voice weak yet filled with bewilderment. "How is this possible? Is it just a case of the darkest place being right under our noses?"

Just as Ghost Mastiff was about to speak, the black-scaled spear in his hand suddenly hummed and vibrated, and the tip of the spear emitted a dazzling cold light!
"Whoosh!"

The spear moved like lightning, piercing straight into the depths of the dense forest!
But it was abruptly stopped at the last moment—

The tip of the spear was only an inch away from the hen's throat!
"Hehe?!"

The old hen's eyes widened, her feathers bristled, and she fainted instantly.

"Old hen!"

Ignoring her injuries, Luo Lingling staggered forward and gently pressed her trembling fingers against the chicken's neck. Only after feeling a faint pulse did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"The three-colored restriction can't hold it." She suddenly realized, her eyes lighting up with surprise. "Could it be that Little Aqing has arrived?!"

Ghost Mastiff breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost killed his junior brother's pet. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then suddenly looked up: "You just said there was still a chance of survival."

Before he finished speaking——

"boom!!"

A deafening explosion resounded from afar, and the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy could be clearly felt even hundreds of miles away!

The two men's expressions changed drastically!

"It must be Xiao Aqing!" Luo Lingling's voice trembled. "He can't handle so many people by himself, let's go!"

Without a word, Luo Lingling grabbed the unconscious hen and followed the ghost mastiff as it sped off in the direction of the roaring sound.
……

Nangong Lu's face was ashen, then he suddenly grinned maliciously and unleashed his artistic conception once more:
"Nine Nether Corpse Mountain—Appears!"

The familiar mountains of corpses and seas of blood descended once more, with countless rotting corpses roaring and crawling out amidst the surging waves of blood.

Zhou Qing simply shook his head, a hint of disappointment flashing in his golden eyes: "No progress whatsoever."

"break!"

As he uttered the single word, golden ripples spread from his entire body.

Before the artistic conception could be fully unfolded, it shattered with a deafening roar!

"I understand!" Nangong Lu's pupils constricted sharply. "Your intent is specifically designed to break through others' intents! How is that possible?!"

He panicked completely and frantically unleashed three magical weapons: "Explode!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The Profound Yin Soul-Slaying Nail, the Nine Nether Prison Tower, and the Blood Fiend Soul-Burning Talisman—three magical treasures personally refined by a Spirit Slaying Realm expert—exploded simultaneously!

The terrifying shockwave leveled the area within a thousand feet, and Zhou Qing was thrown hundreds of feet away like a kite with a broken string!

As the smoke cleared, he was found kneeling on the ground, his body a bloody mess, his bare bones exposed.

But the next second—

"click"

A chilling sound of bones snapping back together rang out, and the wounds healed at a visible speed under the golden light.

The severed blood vessels reconnected automatically like a serpent, and the rolled-up skin and flesh reattached themselves.

"You're a monster!"

Nangong Lu was terrified; his prized killing move had caused negligible damage to his opponent.

Is this a supernatural power? Is it the amplification of a nascent soul or some kind of immortality?

But at this moment he had no time to think about these things, and he ripped off the jade pendant from his neck—his last trump card.

"Master, save me!"

"Crack!"

The jade pendant shattered upon impact.

"Buzz!"

A phantom figure emerged from the broken jade pendant. The figure was not tall, and was even somewhat hunched, yet it made the entire world tremble!
The sky suddenly darkened, and amidst the churning dark clouds, a streak of crimson lightning flashed across the sky.

The spiritual energy within a radius of a thousand miles converged wildly, forming a terrifying vortex of spiritual power around the phantom.

"Who has harmed my disciple?"

The hoarse voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in Zhou Qing's heart like a muffled thunderclap.

His pupils contracted slightly, and his expression beneath the mask became serious for the first time.

The Spirit Severing Realm!
Although it was only a projection of a wisp of divine soul, its overwhelming pressure was far beyond what a Nascent Soul cultivator could achieve!
Nangong Lu, however, saw a savior and scrambled to the feet of the illusory figure, crying out, "Master! This boy has slaughtered nineteen members of my Nangong family!"

"Shut up!"

The illusory figure interrupted faintly, its murky gaze falling on Zhou Qing's mask.

"So you're the Chicken Prince?"

Zhou Qing sneered without answering, and accelerated the absorption of the Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal between his fingers.

The illusory figure remained unperturbed, saying to itself, "Just now, the Soul Beacon reported that all nineteen of our clan's Soul Lamps had been extinguished. I wondered which Spirit Slayer had made the move."

He sized up Zhou Qing, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "I didn't expect it was all done by you alone."

Suddenly, the phantom turned to look at Nangong Lu, its expression terrifyingly calm: "You have let me down."

"Master, he..."

"Snapped!"

With a casual wave of his hand, the phantom sent Nangong Lu flying as if struck by lightning, crashing through seven cliffs before finally coming to a stop.

"Useless." The illusory figure sneered. "Didn't you make such a solemn vow before you left? Yet you couldn't even defeat a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, disgracing the Nangong family."

Nangong Lu coughed up a mouthful of blood, glaring at Zhou Qing with venomous resentment.

Zhou Qing watched coldly, his spiritual energy surging wildly within his body.

The Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal rapidly melted in his palm, transforming into pure energy to repair his injuries.

What follows will truly be a life-or-death battle.

Regardless, Nangong Lu must die. He has already witnessed his various supernatural abilities. If he returns alive, he will definitely use these clues to gradually find the Taiqing Sect.

As for this spirit-slaying projection
Zhou Qing's eyes flickered slightly.

"At most, it only has the power for one strike."

Back then, Shen Hanyi, number six, had given him a jade pendant. Such objects, which enshrine the soul, can usually only withstand the power of a single blow from the body.

"As long as we can withstand this blow."

The gaze beneath the mask grew even sharper.

Although the Golden Roc True Form can greatly enhance defense, it cannot be used in front of this Spirit Severing Realm expert.

Right now, the only thing we can rely on is "The Golden Bone of Demon Subduing"!
Thinking of this, he secretly circulated his internal energy, and a faint golden light emanated from his bones.

The three hundred and sixty bones resonated simultaneously, forming a layer of golden light film that was invisible to the naked eye under the skin.

The illusory figure seemed to sense something, its turbid eyes darting around as it looked at Zhou Qing again, then suddenly laughed: "Junior, what are you plotting?"

Zhou Qing remained silent, simply staring coldly at him.

The illusory figure didn't seem to care, and lightly tapped the void with its withered fingers: "If you count it up, you have already killed twenty-six Nascent Soul cultivators from my Nangong family."

With each word spoken, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth grows heavier.

"You have destroyed my disciple's Dao heart and ruined the foundation of my family."

His hunched figure suddenly straightened, and his cloudy eyes flashed with a sharp light: "If I don't kill you today, what face will my Nangong family have left?!"

"boom!"

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged, and a giant, pitch-black finger materialized out of thin air.

The finger was a hundred feet thick, its surface wreathed in a grayish-white death aura. Wherever it passed, space distorted and everything decayed.

The ground was plowed with deep furrows by an invisible pressure, and the grass and trees withered and turned to ashes.

Zhou Qing's face turned pale with shock, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

"Can't escape!"

Lightning arcs flashed beneath his feet as he pushed his speed to the limit, almost instantly moving a hundred feet to the side. But the giant finger followed him like a shadow, as if locking onto his every move!
"No--!!"

In the distance, Ghost Mastiff and Luo Lingling, who had just arrived, were furious, but they couldn't break through the three-colored restriction at all.

They watched helplessly as the destructive finger crashed down, completely engulfing the location where Zhou Qing was standing!

"Boom--!!"

The earth trembled, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky!
A terrifying crater, thousands of feet in diameter, appeared on the spot. The bottom of the crater was as black as ink, as if even light had been swallowed up.

Nangong Lu grinned maliciously, his eyes filled with pleasure: "Die! Die!!"

After unleashing this attack, the phantom of the Spirit Slayer faded noticeably, but it remained suspended in the air, its murky eyes fixed on the deep pit.

"He's not going to make it!"

The illusory figure spoke with an undeniable certainty. Although the jade pendant only contained the power of one of his strikes, how could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator possibly fathom the power of its spirit-slaying ability?
The gap between them is an insurmountable chasm.

If one were to describe it, it would be as simple and straightforward as a powerful being crushing an ant with a flick of their wrist.

No trace of their bodies remained; their souls were scattered and gone.

This is an indisputable result.

"what?"

When the smoke and dust finally cleared, the blurry brows of the phantom suddenly furrowed.

Because at that moment, a faint but clear sound came from the bottom of the pit.

"click"

That was the sound of bones being reconnected, and then a figure covered in blood slowly crawled up from the bottom of the pit.

His mask was already covered in cracks, yet three colors of light flowed across it.

His chest was sunken, his right arm was twisted and deformed, and the bones of his legs pierced through his flesh and were exposed.

But then a layer of golden Dao patterns emerged from within his body, the broken bones automatically reset, and the torn flesh healed rapidly!
"This...this isn't dead!" Nangong Lu felt as if he had seen a ghost, staggered back, and immediately looked at his master with suspicion.

The phantom of the Spirit Slayer was also filled with surprise: "He survived taking a finger strike from me? What kind of physique is this? No, and there's also this regenerative ability..."

Zhou Qing slowly raised his head, a ferocious smile curving his blood-stained lips.

"Old man."

He spoke hoarsely, his voice like that of a demon crawling out of hell, each word carrying a chilling killing intent.

"I'll remember this debt. Once I advance to the Spirit Slayer realm, I'll definitely pay you a proper visit to the Nangong family!"

Before he could finish speaking, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from Zhou Qing's body!
"Crack-!"

Blinding lightning burst forth from every pore of his body, instantly transforming into thousands of lightning snakes that coiled around his entire body.

At the same time, eight thousand array spirit seals roared out from his body, but instead of forming any array, they directly merged into the raging lightning.

Each profound spiritual seal transformed into the core of lightning, making the already violent lightning even more condensed and deadly.

This is a brand new supernatural power that he just realized on the verge of death. Don't forget, since the Four Flowers Gathering at the Top, his comprehension has been greatly enhanced.

"Thunder Seal Returns to One"

Zhou Qing let out a low shout, and the eight thousand spirit seals merged perfectly with the lightning, transforming into a dazzling purple-gold lightning bolt.

"Eight... eight thousand spirit seals!" The illusory figure of the Spirit Slayer exclaimed in shock, a look of horror appearing in its turbid eyes for the first time.

It should be noted that Lin Daochen is currently the only third-level array master remaining in the entire Holy Martial Dynasty.

Even the deceased Wu Tiangang and Su Lishan only condensed a little over three thousand spirit seals at their peak.

The person before me is already incredibly close to becoming a level four array master!
"Who exactly is this person?" A storm raged in the phantom's mind.

Although I had heard from the Duobao Chamber of Commerce that "Young Master Chicken" was a level three formation master, I did not expect his level to be so high.

What kind of being has my Nangong family provoked?
But soon his face revealed murderous intent. If other Spirit Slayer families, or even the imperial dynasty, knew that this person had condensed eight thousand spirit seals, they would definitely spare no expense to win him over.

Once trained into a level four array master...

"This child must not be allowed to live!" The illusory figure's eyes flashed with cold light.

(End of this chapter)