Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 132 Nirvana: Even Ants Dare to Make a Move?

"Wait, something's not right—"

Suddenly, Xiao Mink's expression hardened, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lin Dong raised an eyebrow slightly.

Little Marten stared at the battlefield and said in a deep voice, "The defeat was so quick—that guy named Cao Yu was actually able to mobilize a trace of the power of the Heaven-Sealing Array Diagram! It seems he must be the leader of the Western Xuan Region this time."

He paused, his expression changing slightly: "Oh no—"

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield.

Chen Nan was forced back by Cao Yu's palm strike and was about to fall into a disadvantageous position. Just then, two dark figures suddenly rushed out from the crowd and headed straight for Cao Yu.

Those are two level-six puppets!

Its entire body was pitch black, and its arms were actually two long, gleaming swords, the blades fused with its arms, each swing carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Wherever the sword light passed, the air was cut with a sharp whistling sound.

Caught off guard, Cao Yu was forced to retreat repeatedly by the sharp blade light, leaving him in a sorry state.

At the same time, more than a dozen sword puppets suddenly appeared from various locations on the mountaintop.

They ranged from level four to level five, yet each one was fearless and ruthless. Their blades intertwined to form an impenetrable killing net, instantly plunging into the ranks of the Western Xuan Region members and catching them completely off guard.

The situation reversed in an instant.

"Damn it! Where did all these puppets come from!"

In the sky, a cultivator from the Western Xuan Region was unable to dodge in time and was cut in half at the waist by a level-five sword puppet. Before dying, he let out a furious roar of resentment.

His companions were in no better shape. The sword puppets were fearless, wielding their long swords with impenetrable force, forcing them to retreat repeatedly and disrupting their formation in an instant.

Cao Yu's face was ashen. He forced back two level-six sword puppets with a single palm strike, and his gaze swept across the battlefield with a gloomy expression.

The situation that had initially been in control crumbled in an instant.

"Those sword puppets left behind by Lan He back then—"

Lin Dong paused for a moment, then a look of realization flashed in his eyes.

He had heard countless rumors about Lanhe since entering Wanxiang City.

It is said that during the Hundred Dynasties War, Lanhe used the power of many dynasties to besiege and kill the Tianyuan Dynasty, and afterwards he delivered these puppets as promised.

He handed them over to the corresponding dynasty. He had fought against such puppets before and even captured one, which was quite powerful.

"You see him everywhere, but his legend is everywhere too—"

"This guy named Lan He is really something else—"

Little Mink clicked his tongue, his slender fingers rubbing his chin, and said with a half-smile, "If the various factions resolve the crisis with the help of these puppets, then all the major dynasties and even the super sects behind them will owe that Blue River a favor."

He paused, then leaned lazily against the stone wall: "But this way, we don't have to take action."

Before he could finish speaking, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

"Brother Cao Yu! I can't hold on any longer!"

A cultivator from the Western Xuan Region was surrounded by three sword puppets, his body already bearing several wounds, and he desperately begged Cao Yu for help.

Cao Yu's face was gloomy. He knocked back two level-six sword puppets with a single palm strike, his eyes flashing.

These puppets are too troublesome. They are fearless, tireless, and their swordsmanship is fierce, forcing his side to retreat steadily. If this continues, not only will they not be able to complete the mission, but all the men he brought with him will probably perish here.

He gritted his teeth, and with a thought, began to communicate with the Heaven-Sealing Array Diagram that covered the heavens and earth.

After all, it's a top-grade pure elemental treasure. Using a little more power shouldn't cause any problems, right?

Cao Yu thought to himself, and changed the hand seal.

The next moment, a strange black light descended from the array and entered his body. The light was as black as ink, exuding a cold and eerie aura, instantly causing his aura to surge, and black mist to faintly appear in his eyes.

"roll!"

He struck out with his palm, the violent power carrying black mist, directly blasting the two level-six sword puppets dozens of feet away, crashing them into the rocks, where they couldn't get up for a long time.

"Brother Cao Yu is awesome!"

Upon seeing this, the people from the Western Xuan Region were immediately invigorated.

However, before they could rejoice for long, a cold shout rang out.

"kill!"

Lan Ying, dressed in green, moved with lightning speed, striking Cao Yu in the back with a palm. The palm strike was fierce, carrying a hint of icy coldness, and fine ice crystals condensed wherever it passed.

Qingfeng followed closely behind, his longsword gleaming coldly, its tip aimed straight for Cao Yu's vital side. The sword light was like a rainbow, swift as a startled swan.

At the same time, the two level-six sword puppets that had been thrown back got up again and charged forward fearlessly.

Chen Nan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slashed out with his black heavy sword once more.

Five beings at the Sixth Stage of Nirvana Realm attacked simultaneously!

Cao Yu's pupils contracted sharply, a strong sense of crisis surging into his heart. Although he had temporarily improved with the help of the array diagram, he had absolutely no chance of winning against the combined attack of five sixth-level cultivators.

"Lord Jeong Jong! Save me!"

He no longer cared about saving face and cried out for help to the heavens.

High above, deep within the Heaven-Sealing Array, a cold voice slowly echoed: "Useless."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a suffocating pressure.

As soon as the words fell, the array in the sky suddenly churned violently, as if a fierce battle was taking place inside. Amidst the flashing light, several figures could be vaguely seen fighting within, and the violent fluctuations of Yuan energy could be felt even through the array.

The next moment, a crack appeared in the array, and a blood-soaked figure was thrown out, falling from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

It was an old man dressed in a gray robe, his face as pale as paper, a deep wound on his chest that revealed the bone and was still bleeding, his breathing was weak and disordered, he was obviously seriously injured.

Even so, the faint but palpable pressure still sent a chill down the spines of everyone below.

Peak of Nirvana Realm!

Even a severely injured peak Nirvana Realm cultivator is still an overwhelming force to these younger generation cultivators at the Six-Element Nirvana Realm.

The old man steadied himself, glanced down at the gruesome wound on his chest, then coldly swept his gaze over Lan Ying and the others below, a sinister smile creeping across his lips: "A few ignorant juniors—"

He paused, coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his voice growing increasingly cold: "I was forced to take a blow from that old bastard, risking my life to come down here—today, you will pay with your lives."

"Damn it, kid, we have to run—"

Xiao Diao's expression changed, and she grabbed Lin Dong's arm, her voice unusually serious.

Lin Dong frowned slightly: "Run?"

"Nonsense!" Little Mink glared at him. "That old bastard may be seriously injured, but a peak Nirvana Realm cultivator is still a peak Nirvana Realm cultivator. He could crush you juniors into mincemeat with a single slap! Are you just going to stay here and wait to die?"

He paused, then added, "I don't want to collect your corpse."

Lin Dong remained silent for a moment, but did not move.

"Let's take another look," he said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the gray-robed figure. "I don't want to be sent to the Western Xuan Region to become some kind of pill slave."

He glanced at the little sable, a half-smile on his face: "Besides, little sable, you should have a way, right?"

The little sable rolled its eyes in anger. After a moment of silence, it lowered its voice and said, "There is a way—but if we do that, I'm afraid my identity as the Heavenly Demon Sable will be exposed."

A complex look flashed in his eyes. Once exposed, those old monsters in the Eastern Xuan Region who were hostile to the Heavenly Demon Sable Clan would probably not let it go easily.

Lin Dong was slightly taken aback, then said seriously, "Never mind, let's think of another way."

The little ferret looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"You little brat, at least you have a conscience."

On the other side, with the arrival of the elder at the peak of the Nirvana Realm, the situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed.

Although the gray-robed elder was severely injured and his breath was weak, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. With a casual palm strike, he sent the two level-six sword puppets flying again, and even fine cracks appeared on the blades.

Lan Ying, Qing Feng, and Chen Nan were forced to retreat, their expressions grave.

"You mere sixth-level Nirvana Realm cultivator dares to be so insolent before me?"

The old man sneered, and with a wave of his hand, black mist surged and enveloped the five people.

The oppressive aura made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

"Gentlemen, what should we do?"

Lan Ying's expression was solemn, and her palms surged with Yuan Power, yet they appeared extremely small under that oppressive aura.

Before the words were finished, several whooshing sounds rang out.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several figures sped from all directions of the battlefield and landed steadily behind the three.

It was with the help of the sword puppets that Mo Leng, Qian Jin, Fu Ling, and the others were able to defeat their opponents. They were covered in blood, clearly having just finished off their respective opponents and rushing to provide support without even having time to catch their breath.

"Hmph, so what if you're at the peak of the Nirvana Realm? Your severely injured body might still be able to put up a fight!"

Mo Leng, dressed in a black robe with runes flowing around him, spoke in an icy tone.

Qian Jin clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "Join forces and form a formation to hold him off!"

Runes flickered at the spirit's fingertips, rapidly drawing patterns in the void: "I'll set up the formation; you buy me some time!"

The group exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

The next moment, seven figures simultaneously rushed out, surrounding the gray-robed elder and forming a simple battle formation. Their intertwined Yuan energy managed to barely hold back the encroaching black mist.

The old man frowned, his chest wound throbbing with pain, and his breathing became weak again. He was already seriously injured, and it was difficult for him to fight back. Now, being held back by the seven people working together, he was unable to win quickly.

"Damn it—" he cursed under his breath, the excruciating pain from his wound making his attacks increasingly chaotic.

Not far away, Lin Dong's gaze swept across the battlefield, finally landing on Cao Yu.

The guy was entangled by two level-six sword puppets and was struggling to defend himself, so he had no time to care about anything else.

"I'll go deal with Cao Yu," Lin Dong said in a low voice.

Little Marten glanced at him and nodded: "Be careful, that kid still has the power of an array diagram on him, he's not easy to deal with."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the array diagram that enveloped the heavens and earth high in the sky, a solemn look flashing in his eyes: "I'll infiltrate that sealed place and see if I can break this Heaven-Sealing Array. If it continues to operate, we'll all be doomed once those old guys from the Western Xuan Region have time to deal with it."

After saying that, he turned to Xiao Yan beside him: "Stupid Tiger, go hide in the battlefield over there and don't get involved. If a fight breaks out later, I won't be able to take care of you."

Xiao Yan nodded honestly and obediently retreated into the distance.

Without further hesitation, Lin Dong moved silently toward Cao Yu.

Meanwhile, at the outer entrance of the ancient battlefield space, in a dark space.

Ten figures sat quietly in meditation, each emanating an extremely astonishing aura. This aura far surpassed that of Lin Dong, and even Cao Yu and the others; the weakest among them was at the peak of the Nirvana Realm.

However, the most eye-catching figure was the slender one sitting cross-legged at the very front.

He clutched a large black sword to his chest, his eyes slightly closed, his aura restrained yet subtly radiating a chilling sharpness. That faint yet palpable pressure was unmistakably that of a half-step Life Profound Realm cultivator!

Mo Tong.

The number one young talent in the Western Xuan Region, he once personally killed a powerhouse at the Lesser Completion stage of the Life Profound Realm. Even among the major sects of the Western Xuan Region, his name is enough to make countless older generation powerhouses take notice.

call out!

In the darkness, a golden light suddenly flashed by and was caught by a figure.

"Brother Motong, Cao Yu and the others seem to be in trouble—"

The man's eyes flashed, and he looked up at the front.

Mo Tong slowly opened his closed eyes, a flash of cold light appearing in them.

"We need to stay here in case reinforcements arrive from the Eastern Xuan Region—"

He paused, his brow furrowing slightly, then shook his head: "Never mind, it won't take long. I'll go, you guys stay here."

As he spoke, he slowly stood up. The black broadsword in his arms trembled slightly, radiating a bloodthirsty killing intent.

However, just as he was about to move, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly turned his head.

Suddenly, a crack appeared out of nowhere in the darkness!

A sharp spatial force surged forth like a tide, and figures emerged from the cracks, landing steadily in this dark space.

The leader, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as deep and boundless as the ocean.

It was the Blue River.

"Who is it?"

Mo Tong's pupils narrowed slightly, and he instantly held the black broadsword horizontally in front of him, unleashing a sharp burst of sword energy as he warily stared at the group of uninvited guests.

The crack gradually closed, and the figure behind Lanhe became clearer.

Ying Xiaoxiao wore a plain dress, her expression was aloof, and her aura was calm and restrained, clearly indicating that she had already reached the peak of the Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm.

Holding the Heavenly Phoenix Harp, Ying Huanhuan curiously observed the people opposite her, her little face showing a hint of eager excitement.

Further on, a dozen or so disciples of the Heavenly Palace stood in neat formation, each possessing considerable aura; the weakest among them was at the peak of the Seventh Nirvana Realm.

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Mo Tong's gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on Lan He. He frowned slightly, sensing a faint but palpable aura of danger emanating from this man.

"People from the Eastern Xuan Region?" he said coldly. "They arrived quite quickly."

Lan He ignored him, his gaze passing over Mo Tong and landing on the entrance behind him shrouded in an array diagram.

"Is this the place?"

He murmured to himself, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "A top-grade pure Yuan treasure, the Heaven-Sealing Array Diagram—truly extraordinary."

His tone was as if he were appraising a long-desired collectible, completely disregarding the number one young talent in the Western Xuan Region.

Mo Tong's face darkened. Since he became famous, when had he ever been so looked down upon?

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant."

He slowly tightened his grip on the black broadsword in his hand, black light flowing across the blade, and the aura of a half-step Shengxuan realm was released without reservation, making the nine people behind him almost unable to breathe.

"Just a minor completion of the Life Profound Realm, it's not like I haven't killed people before."

He spoke each word clearly, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent.

Today, let this arrogant fool from the Eastern Xuan Region know what it means to be the number one among the younger generation in the Western Xuan Region!

Lan He finally withdrew his gaze and gave him a faint look.

That look was as if he were looking at a noisy ant.

"Oh?"

He responded casually, not even bothering to lift his hand.

Mo Tong was furious.

"court death!"

He roared, and the black greatsword's blade light surged a hundred feet, then he slashed down!

The blade's light, like a rainbow, tore through the darkness, carrying a world-destroying force, and slashed down towards Lan He.

This strike had once killed a true cultivator at the Lesser Completion stage of the Life Profound Realm!

Seeing this, Lan He chuckled lightly and said calmly, "Since when have ants in the Nirvana Realm dared to attack me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

Devouring Yuan Palm.

A huge black palm print appeared out of thin air and collided fiercely with the blade light.

boom!

The blade's edge shattered instantly, as if made of paper.

The black palm print, its momentum undiminished, slammed into Mo Tong's body amidst his horrified gaze.

boom!

His physical body, along with his primordial spirit, was directly shattered by that terrifying power. Before he could even scream, he turned into a cloud of blood mist, leaving not even a single fragment of his primordial spirit behind.

The number one young talent in the Western Xuan Region, who was known for killing Mo Tong, a cultivator at the Lesser Completion stage of the Life Profound Realm, couldn't even withstand a single move.

The dark space was deathly silent.

The remaining nine people stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Seeing this, Ying Huanhuan couldn't help but scoff, curling her lip and saying, "A half-step Life Profound cultivator killing a Life Profound Lesser Completion cultivator is something to brag about?"

Holding the Heavenly Phoenix Harp, she glanced sideways at the lingering blood mist, her tone full of disdain: "You're a genius, but my senior brother is an even greater genius, the kind you can never reach in this lifetime."