mtl008 Chapter 401 Please enter the urn
Chapter 401 Please enter the urn
"He only managed to reach the late stage of the Golden Core realm by sheer luck, yet he's so arrogant, courting death..."
Wen Shuyi's gloomy expression ruined his handsome, white-robed appearance, and his powerful magical aura erupted instantly.
call!
The white robe fluttered, emitting a pale purple glow, and a powerful pressure from the late Golden Core stage swept out.
Even Shen Wenyao, who was in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, seemed to be affected by this aura. She moved her graceful figure and retreated several feet away to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.
The next moment, Wen Shuyi's aura suddenly became sharp. After absorbing enough magic power, the light purple aura in her body gradually solidified and transformed into a sharp purple sword aura.
"This sword energy contains an extremely yang and scorching aura, which is completely different from the sword energy condensed from ordinary magic power. The power of this single strike is enough to instantly kill an ordinary Golden Core cultivator. Nascent Soul cultivators really do have some reserves."
Lin Changsheng, positioned below, calmly examined the purple sword energy, inwardly filled with admiration.
In an instant, the purple sword energy in front of Wen Shuyi seemed to emit a silent sword cry, transforming into a purple sword beam that instantly activated, its speed faintly exceeding the limits of a Golden Core cultivator's ability to cope.
Even from a great distance, Lin Changsheng could still feel the sharp killing intent emanating from that purple sword light.
The next moment, his entire body radiated a verdant aura, and within his vast wood-attribute magic power, wisps of tiny lightning arcs appeared.
Whoosh!
A small, fan-shaped magical artifact quietly floated up and stopped in front of Lin Changsheng.
As the fan-shaped magic weapon appeared, the originally calm and peaceful wood-attribute aura suddenly became violent and turbulent.
Upon seeing this from a distance, Shen Wenyao was slightly taken aback, but then her eyes lit up with joy, clearly recognizing the origin of this magical artifact.
It was the magic weapon crafting method she gave to Lin Changsheng when they parted ways that recorded the attack-type magic weapon 'Five Thunder Magic Fan'.
"Unexpectedly, he actually managed to gather all the materials."
Shen Wenyao felt a little more at ease.
At that very moment, a fierce wind suddenly howled and thunder roared within a radius of a hundred feet.
The attack techniques, combining wind and thunder attributes, were perfectly integrated, dissolving the purple sword energy in no time, while the remaining force further surrounded Wen Shuyi.
"What a powerful magic weapon! No wonder it's so arrogant; it turns out it's backed by this magic weapon."
Although Wen Shuyi was somewhat surprised, she didn't take it to heart.
As he spoke, a brilliant purple light shone from his body, and his hand gestures changed rapidly, conjuring up a sword aura several times stronger than before.
At this moment, the semi-transparent nascent soul within Wen Shuyi's golden core, which had been dormant and nourished by the power of the golden core, has now awakened, and strands of nascent soul power are merging into the golden core's magical power.
With the support and control of his Nascent Soul level divine sense, the purple sword energy in front of him swayed slightly and split in two in an instant.
After a brief pause, it split into four paths, then eight paths.
In the end, sixteen identical purple sword energies, under Wen Shuyi's control, appeared all around Lin Changsheng, surrounding him completely.
"careful!"
Shen Wenyao looked worried and couldn't help but whisper a reminder.
At the same time, a delicate hairpin suddenly appeared behind Wen Shuyi's heart, silently stabbing her in the back!
'Ding! '
The surprise attack failed to achieve its intended effect and instead produced a clear, metallic sound.
Despite being thrown several meters by the force of Wen Shuyi's sneak attack, she gradually stabilized. Her aura remained unchanged, and a bright silver light shimmered within her body, clearly indicating that it was a high-quality protective treasure.
"May I ask you, Fairy Shen, what does this mean?"
At this moment, Wen Shuyi's gentle demeanor vanished, her eyes flashing with a cold and sharp light, and she spoke in a deep, low voice.
Phantom Sound Attack!
Shen Wenyao frowned slightly and decisively activated her natal magic weapon, the 'Illusory Sound Zither'. Her delicate hands gently plucked the strings, and layers of invisible sound waves spread out. In the darkness, there seemed to be a melancholic and illusory sound that eroded people's spirits.
The mental attack launched by the natal magic weapon 'Illusory Sound Harp' targets the soul, disrupts consciousness, is all-pervasive and difficult to defend against, and has few countermeasures. Even a late-stage Golden Core cultivator can be affected.
Wen Shuyi's expression turned cold, and his hand seals changed slightly. He allowed the invisible sound waves to erode him without any harm. In fact, he even reflected the invisible sound waves back to Shen Wenyao at an extremely fast speed.
"uh-huh……"
Shen Wenyao groaned, her face contorted in pain, her complexion turning ashen, and her delicate body trembling slightly.
Just moments before, she had only sensed a powerful, heart-stopping spiritual force that had resisted the sonic attack of the 'Phantom Sound Harp' and even deflected the attack, causing her to suffer a certain backlash.
This is also one of the few shortcomings of the 'Phantom Sound Harp'.
If one encounters a cultivator whose spiritual strength is far inferior to one's own, one will suffer a backlash.
"Wen Shuyi, you really are the True Lord Ziyang!"
Shen Wenyao's voice trembled, as if she was using anger to cover up the fear in her heart. She could clearly sense a familiar Nascent Soul level spiritual power.
The years she spent under the control of True Lord Ziyang instilled in Shen Wenyao a deep-seated fear of this Nascent Soul True Lord.
"Hehe, I originally wanted to contact Fairy Shen as an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, but I was unexpectedly exposed."
"Even so, then please, Fairy Shen, abandon those unrealistic fantasies and obediently return to my side, so that I may help you restore your cultivation level in the future."
Ziyang Zhenjun chuckled, his eyes filled with pride and delight.
It was as if everything was under his control.
"It's nothing more than a crippled nascent soul, its body destroyed and reduced to a stray dog. How dare it spout such nonsense? It's a gross underestimation of me, Zhang Meng."
A wild and arrogant voice rang out, and at the same time, dozens of thunderclaps resounded. The wood-attribute energy in Lin Changsheng's body flowed continuously into the 'Five Thunder Fan', and the power of wind and thunder merged together, emitting a terrifying aura.
From afar, a black hurricane over a hundred feet tall spun rapidly, accompanied by lightning and thunder, intertwining and colliding with sixteen purple sword energies.
Due to mutual interference, the original low hill was leveled, and the two opposing forces were annihilated.
"Hmph, although your magic weapon is extraordinary, it does not exceed the limit of a Golden Core cultivator. Today, I, the True Monarch, will completely suppress you!"
A purple aura gathered in Wen Shuyi's abdomen, then gradually rose and flew out of her mouth.
It was a round bead, about the size of an infant's fist, radiating a dazzling purple light.
Strands of translucent purple flames, carrying a scorching heat, shot out and covered Zhang Meng, who was Lin Changsheng in disguise.
Even with the 'Five Thunder Fan' attack in front, it could not affect these purple flames. On the contrary, the wind helped to amplify the power of the purple flames.
Purple Sun True Fire!
"This is the Purple Sun True Fire, a natal magic weapon that the Purple Sun True Lord refined from the Nascent Soul True Fire over a hundred years!"
In order to break free from the control of Ziyang Zhenjun, Shen Wenyao had studied his methods extensively. After recognizing the origin of this fire, she subconsciously exclaimed in surprise.
Lin Changsheng seemed to only have time to take out a defensive talisman and activate it before being engulfed by the torrent of purple flames.
In the blink of an eye, the sound of the protective magic shield shattering and dissolving came from within the flames.
call!
But in the next moment, a jet-black nine-toothed rake extended out from the flames, and Lin Changsheng was surrounded by crimson blood energy, which was able to resist the burning of the Purple Sun True Fire for a short time.
"You're actually... a fourth-tier Body Refinement cultivator!"
"I understand now. You saw through my true identity all along and deliberately let this vile woman deceive me to this point!"
Wen Shuyi lost her previous composure, her eyes widening as she stared intently at Lin Changsheng, a sense of panic rising within her.
"He's a smart person, but unfortunately his reaction is a bit slow."
"It is likely that True Lord Ziyang has some plans in order to return to the Nascent Soul realm."
"How about we help you inspect the goods for the True Lord?"
Lin Changsheng's blood and qi surged, and he calmly smiled as he held the nine-toothed rake.