Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 408 The Second Sword of the Qing Emperor’s Sword of Eternal Life

Although Bai Zichen was intoxicated with the joy of obtaining the Five Crystal Divine Iron, he did not relax his vigilance.

The place where the ancient demons were banned, and Du Heng had a hand in cultivating the True Demon Holy Body with the help of this place, added many uncertain and dangerous factors.

If the Five Crystal Divine Iron was not too important, he would definitely not take the risk of coming to a place like this.

This darkness is strange and inexplicable, and I don't feel any real energy fluctuations.

All light is taken away, the five senses are blocked, the eyes cannot see, the ears cannot hear, and the nose cannot smell.

The spiritual sense is warning like a ray on the back, and there are a few cold lights in the darkness like poisonous snakes, coming silently.

The Yuexuan Sword automatically jumped up and slashed into the darkness, and there was a sound of golden leather like a gust of wind.

A powerful and continuous force came from the flying sword, catching Bai Zichen off guard and suffering a small loss, and he took a few steps back.

"Um?"

There was a sound of surprise in the darkness, obviously surprised that an inevitable ambush failed to work.

With just this sound, the darkness returned to terrible silence.

If the darkness hadn't been shrouded all the time, one would really have doubted whether the attacker had gone away.

“There is only the realm of elixir formation, and at most the elixir formation is complete, how is that possible!”

Bai Zichen exclaimed, although the cold light contained immense power, the true energy attached to it was at the level of pill formation.

It's just extremely weird, with layers upon layers and a sense of corrosion and penetration, causing the blood in the body to boil.

He didn't expect that someone with the same or even weaker cultivation level could force him to retreat. How could he not be surprised?

The Wushangqing Micro Sword Box flew out, and when it was shot upward, the Yuexuan Sword got into it, spreading the moonlight around.

But in this deepest darkness, the silver moonlight cannot be seen, as if a layer of silver gray has been smeared on the ink-colored pool water.

It is still chaos and darkness.

'Under the penetrating fire, any means lower than the Yuexuan Sword's level cannot hide its whereabouts or hide its figure... This person is only in the realm of pill formation. Could it be that he has practiced fifth-level secret spells or holds a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure? No! ’

Deprived of his five senses, Bai Zichen simply closed his eyes and only felt the information fed back by the moonlight sword light, which was faithfully reflected in the mirror in his mind.

 ‘It’s not like the effect caused by the Tongtian Lingbao, but more like the use of the true meaning of the great road...'

 There is a moonless and starless night sky, boundless darkness covers the earth, and everything is silent.

Bai Zichen could clearly hear the sound of his powerful heartbeat, and the feeling of powerlessness he felt when he first embarked on the path of spiritual practice came to his heart again.

 Ever since he established his foundation, his advantage in breaking through the realm of cultivation has truly emerged, and he has also understood his talent in swordsmanship, and has never suffered a loss among his peers.

The so-called walking on thin ice and being in awe are all upward-facing and have never taken the monks of the same level seriously.

He did not stay in Zengguang Immortal City and came directly to Immortal Burial Valley. He was afraid that after the Du family was destroyed, someone would be curious about the relationship between Du Heng and the ancient demon and come here to investigate.

If there are often Nascent Soul monks coming in and out here in the future, or even the Tianpu Peak monks have the idea of ​​strengthening the ancient ban and sealing off the entire Immortal Burial Valley, that will be a big trouble.

 Unexpectedly, after successfully obtaining the Five Crystal Divine Iron, he was ambushed by a pill-forming monk.

 This kind of utilization of the true meaning of the night has surpassed many Nascent Soul Lords.

　　唰!

Three marks stood out on the mirror in his heart. Although he didn't sense anything in his consciousness, Bai Zichen still did not hesitate to activate the three thunder swords to meet them respectively.

 Click! Click! Click!

Three rays of thunder lit up, and the roaring thunder that was supposed to accompany it seemed to be absorbed by the night, without being transmitted at all.

The scene of swords clashing with each other was reflected in the mirror lake in his heart. It was actually three slender finger bones, with a thin layer of flesh sticking to the bones.

“Using your fingers to make a sword seems like you have heard of this kind of magical power somewhere... one of the thirty-six magical powers of the True Demon Holy Body!”

Bai Zichen lowered his head and glanced at the three thunder swords. There were obvious cracks on the swords and their aura was greatly damaged.

He put the Thunder Sound Sword back into the box without any heartache. Another invisible sword and a Qingfeng Sword fell on both sides.

Not to mention that the Qing Qi in the Wushang Qingwei Sword Box has the ability to repair flying swords, the Leiyin Sword, as a bamboo flying sword, can be repaired by raising swords.

Three-mouth Thunder Sound Swords were all scrapped, but the three finger bones were not feeling well either.

　　It was exploded by three rays of lightning. The final scene seemed to be that the finger bones were cracked and a lot of fragments flew out.

"How can it be!"

The voice of the indistinguishable man and woman, old and young sounded again, and even if you couldn't see the other person, you could still think of his angry look.

Another two phalanges were stabbed at him. Bai Zichen, who was more prepared, slashed with both swords and directly cut off the two phalanges.

The Qingfeng Sword still jumped away nimbly, turned around and returned to the hand unharmed.

Only one of the invisible swords was broken, but it was replaced by a white bone cold light sword.

“It’s not easy to refine finger bones, isn’t it? Does it take ten or twenty years to make one?”

Bai Zichen closed his eyes and sneered, provoking the monks in the darkness.

"Why don't you guess, it's you who has more fingers, or the flying sword in my bag!" In the darkness, the monk seemed to be calmed down by the way he used the flying sword one after another, and there was no movement for a long time.

The stalemate lasted for several hours. The moon in the sky trembled. It seemed that it was due to the loss of real energy that could not be sustained for a long time. The silver moonlight in the darkness swayed.

　　咻!

 A black shadow is like a poisonous snake in the darkness, patiently waiting for an opportunity, blending into the darkness and moving forward.

 Poof!

Heiying felt the magic treasure in his hand pierce into his opponent's chest, causing blood to splash, and he showed a cruel smile.

 The posture of transforming into a god, the genius of swordsmanship, the cultivation of both fortune and wisdom, the smooth road...

  No matter how much good reputation you have, in front of this spiritual treasure made from an anti-magic dragon cone, after being pierced, it will be no different from the death of other people.

After absorbing the essence of such a peerless genius, his True Demon Holy Body will definitely be able to truly perfect, and he will be no less than his own ancestor, and he will also inherit this person's frightening number of flying swords.

The smile only lasted for a breath, and the black shadow realized that something was wrong. Although the pseudo-magic dragon cone stabbed the opponent, it did not penetrate the body.

There is no pure demonic energy transformed from flesh and blood essence that was transmitted from the magic treasure to kill monks in the past.

 “Finally caught you!”

Bai Zichen's body glowed with glazed red light, and platinum glazed fire clung to his palms as he grabbed the magic cone.

The broken bones erupted with the color of five crystals, miraculously healing together, and the flesh and blood grew rapidly, imprisoning the magic cone in the body in disguise.

At the same time, the platinum glazed fire burned crazily, actually blocking the real demon's energy from corroding and dissolving flesh and blood.

“It will be your honor to die with this sword!”

 A ball of lightning flew out of the sword case, from extreme stillness to extreme motion, completing the transition in the blink of an eye.

The Green Emperor's Sword of Eternal Life was swung for the second time, and with the power of time that was even greater than the first time, the long river of time reappeared.

With just one brush, the shadow that was originally blended into the night and could not be attacked fell out and fell to the ground.

His black hair turned white instantly, and the skin folds on his face were layered, turning him into an octogenarian.

 From the facial features, we can still see some similarities with Du Heng.

"Ho, ho, ho, what kind of magical power is this..."

This monk was struck by the Blue Emperor's Sword of Eternal Life, but he still managed to hold his breath and did not die immediately.

His throat was like a leaking bellows, his two chicken claw-like palms were waving feebly in the air, and his confused eyes were looking into the air, full of disbelief.

 The darkness covering all directions quickly receded, revealing a sky with rolling demon clouds but still able to see normally.

“I prepared this sword to swing at the True Monarch Yuanying. I never thought of using it on a pill-forming monk. Even if you go to the underworld, it will be enough for you to boast about..."

The palm covered with platinum glazed flames suddenly pulled out the magic cone from the chest, and the healed flesh and blood was torn open again, blood gushed out like a spring, and there were waves of heartbreaking pain.

This person possesses a spiritual treasure similar to a magic dragon cone, and his understanding of the true meaning of the Great Dao has reached the Yuanying level, and he also possesses various powerful magical powers.

Bai Zichen didn't want to be entangled with him anymore, so he swung his strongest sword and cut off the time.

Sure enough, even if he understood the true meaning of the night and cultivated the existence that was suspected to be the true demon holy body, he would still be unable to resist when faced with the Green Eternal Sword.

When Bai Zichen walked up to this person, the dying monk had no breath at all, and his life span had been exhausted and he died.

"It seems that even if the remaining life span exceeds two hundred years, being struck by the Qing Emperor's Eternal Life Sword will still be uncomfortable... This person may have had two hundred years of life, but two hundred years of life have passed by in one go. The power of time is It continues to work on him, and it is normal for the remaining few years to pass within a few breaths to a stick of incense.”

Bai Zichen glanced at the magic cone in his hand. The style was exactly the same as the magic dragon cone, but the power it exuded was far from the same level.

Burned by his platinum and glazed flames, this low-grade spiritual treasure couldn't move up and down. The spiritual treasure was hidden deep inside the spiritual treasure, and it didn't dare to come forward at all.

A layer of restraint was added with platinum glazed flames, put in the sleeve and kept close to the person.

He has no use for this magical treasure, but it is a spiritual treasure. Once it is placed in the storage bag, its spiritual power will be restored, and it can easily destroy all the other items stored in it.

To him, it is an extremely expensive and worthless thing.

"Is it Du Hengbu's back-up plan? Knowing that he has little chance of surviving against the Heavenly Punishment Peak, he arranged for a real person from the clan to cultivate the True Demon Holy Body, and he also prepared imitation spiritual treasures..."

Bai Zichen looked at the body on the ground and could only make this guess.

"Fortunately, I bumped into him. Otherwise, how could the other alchemy cultivators be able to cope with it? It won't take a few years to achieve Nascent Soul... When the main force of Tianpu Peak has withdrawn and its attention is no longer in the North Territory, it will swallow up a few more Nascent Souls." Lord Ying Zhen, there will soon be the second Du Heng!"

He has already seen the growth rate of the True Demon Holy Body from Du Heng's True Demon clone.

Since this son was selected by Du Heng and stayed in the Immortal Burial Valley as a secret son early on, he must be very suitable for cultivating the True Demon Holy Body.

 Looking at his understanding of the true meaning of the night, if allowed to develop, he would probably reach the late Nascent Soul stage within a hundred years.

And with the thirty-six magical powers and seventy-two transformations of the True Demon Holy Body, he is definitely the kind of person with amazing combat power who can defeat strong men of the same level.

It’s a pity that Du Heng’s secret plan came to an abrupt end before it really got off the ground.

"Tian Punishment Peak has clearly checked one by one. All of the Du family's alchemy masters, including the disciples with foreign surnames and the Keqing monks, were all killed...Another late-stage alchemy formation monk actually ran out here. It seems that the Du family had a plan in advance. It’s not a thought that arose within the past hundred years.”

A ball of white gold and glazed flames, a ball of spiritual fire, burned the last hope of the Du family on the ground to smithereens from the inside out.

Bai Zichen rolled up the few relics he left behind and quickly left with his sword to avoid bumping into other monks.

 (End of this chapter)