allendalepharm Chapter 371 Ancient Demon Bloodline, Human-Faced Flood Dragon King
Chapter 371 Ancient Demon Bloodline, Human-Faced Flood Dragon King
Chapter 371 Ancient Demon Bloodline, Human-Faced Flood Dragon King
"Those lower-level cultivators in the Great Green Realm, if you can't handle it, just give up."
"These two ginseng roots are not for you to touch. Make way, and I will go in and try."
The voice seemed to possess a magical power, penetrating everyone's ears and causing many cultivators with weaker cultivation levels to momentarily lose their senses.
Kudu suddenly looked up.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in mid-air.
It was the upper body of a woman, with an alluring and captivating face, her eyes exuding a natural charm.
But below her waist was a huge snake tail covered with bluish-green scales, which swayed slowly in the air, exuding a cold and dangerous aura.
A dragon with a human face!
A throbbing sensation originating from the depths of his blood caused Kudu's muscles to tense instantly.
Most demons who have cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage have already transformed into complete human form.
Those that still retain some characteristics of the original demon race are often either defective products that failed to transform, or have some extremely powerful ancient demon beast bloodline flowing in their bodies, making it difficult to completely transform their original form.
The snake-bodied, human-faced form, especially the female demon beast's appearance, brought a terrifying legend to Kudu's mind.
In ancient times, there was a queen among the demon race who was born with the power to petrify and attack the soul.
His fist tightened involuntarily.
However, this ancient battlefield is protected by restrictions, and the highest cultivation level that can enter is only the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Even if the opponent has a strong bloodline, their power is suppressed.
Kudu calmed his mind, and a faint golden light emanated from his body, isolating him from the alluring power of the voice.
He was simply more cautious, but not afraid.
"I'm sorry, this place was first discovered by our Great Azure Realm. Fellow Daoist of the Demon Clan, please seek opportunities elsewhere."
Kudu refused outright.
Upon hearing this, the man-faced dragon's exquisite face revealed an undisguised contempt and mockery.
She gave a cold laugh.
"You're just standing around doing nothing, I want to see if you lowly cultivators can stop me."
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Before he could finish speaking...
The human-faced dragon's luscious red lips suddenly parted, letting out a shrill scream.
Strangely, the whistling sound did not travel through the air at all.
But for all the cultivators of the Great Azure Realm present, including Kudu, it felt as if a million steel needles were being pierced into their minds at the same time!
An invisible, domineering shockwave of divine souls swept across the entire area, centered on the human-faced dragon.
"Well!"
"what!"
The weaker cultivators clutched their heads and screamed in agony, blood seeping from their seven orifices, their eyes glazed over, their souls suffering irreparable damage.
Even the elders in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm were shaken violently, their faces turning deathly pale, as if their souls were being forcibly torn out of their bodies by a tremendous force.
Kudu let out a muffled groan, his protective golden light flashed violently, and the swastika Buddhist seal between his eyebrows spun rapidly, barely managing to withstand the impact on his soul.
It was that momentary delay.
Taking advantage of the moment when all the cultivators were in shock and unable to react effectively.
The figure of the human-faced dragon suddenly blurred.
She transformed into a blinding blue-green light, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and headed straight for the black-and-white yin-yang spatial barrier.
Just as his soul was being torn apart by the shrill scream and on the verge of collapse...
A golden light suddenly exploded in the center of the Great Qing Realm cultivators' formation.
"Namo Amitabha!"
The six-syllable mantra, uttered by the monk Kudu, transformed each syllable into tangible golden Sanskrit characters, swirling in the air.
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The sound was not loud at first, but it contained a grand and compassionate power that suppressed all things.
Golden sound waves spread out in layers, and wherever they passed, the invisible shrieks that pierced the mind and tore at the soul melted away in an instant, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.
The excruciating pain in the heads of many Nascent Soul cultivators instantly cleared, and they felt as if bathed in a spring breeze. The wounds deep within their souls were slowly soothed by the Buddhist chant.
The next instant, the calm and undisturbed voice of the ascetic monk Kudu resounded directly in the sea of consciousness of every Nascent Soul cultivator in the Great Qing Realm.
It is not words, but the most direct mental commands.
clear.
Cold and hard.
No room for argument.
"Mysterious Regret, Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger, seal its left path!"
"Ji Wuchen, Yin-Yang Magnetic Ring, lock the sky above!"
"Yuan Lingling, use your physical body to seal off her escape route!"
Commands were issued in rapid succession, as fast as lightning.
Almost at the same moment the command was given, several Nascent Soul cultivators instinctively took action.
hum!
A sword net composed of countless flying swords of spiritual light roared out.
A roaring fire dragon soared into the sky, its mouth wide open, spewing out a sea of fire.
A chilling white light streaked across the sky, instantly freezing the moisture in the air into ice crystals, as if even the light itself was frozen.
The magical light of the treasures, the runes of the secret techniques, and the extraordinary phenomena of the supernatural powers intertwined in an instant, forming a true inescapable net.
网。
The rapidly fleeing green streak crashed headlong into this deadly net laid out by top-tier Nascent Soul cultivators.
Clang! Crack!
The ear-piercing impact and the sound of energy bursting together were one.
The Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger struck the demonic aura protecting the human-faced dragon, sending sparks flying.
The Yin-Yang Elemental Magnetic Light cut into its scales, making a "sizzling" sound.
The icy divine light caused its movements to freeze for a moment.
The unstoppable green beam of light was forcefully repelled by this violent attack, tumbling and rolling awkwardly in mid-air before revealing its form.
"It can even shatter my soul's scream."
The human-faced dragon hovered hundreds of miles away, and for the first time, a clear look of surprise appeared on its face, which resembled a human woman.
Its sound is no longer a soul-soul attack, but it still carries a strange magic that makes the listener's mind sway.
"Who exactly are you?"
Its gaze swept past the group of Yuanzhong Nascent Soul cultivators and locked onto the little monk with his eyes closed, suspended in mid-air, and with a solemn and dignified appearance.
This time, it overestimated itself.
In order to descend into this world, it paid the price of losing a portion of its true cultivation.
Even so, its supernatural power level is almost the same as those old monsters who have also descended to the Nascent Soul stage, and it is even better in the field of soul attack.
The Soul Scream is one of its innate supernatural powers.
Even though its power is dispersed due to attacking dozens of people at the same time, its inherent "rank" is so high that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators cannot withstand it.
Soul attacks are never about quantity, but about quality overwhelm.
But that incredibly handsome young monk easily resolved the situation with just one Buddhist chant.
There is only one possibility.
The opponent's spiritual level is no weaker than his own.
No, in fact, there was a subtle restraint.
A flicker of realization crossed the human-faced dragon's eyes, which quickly turned into intense apprehension and killing intent.
"I see—I see!"
"The Vajra Temple was almost completely destroyed tens of thousands of years ago, yet some remnants have still managed to cultivate to this level!"
Its voice suddenly turned fierce.
"Hmph! A cowardly monk, hiding his face, dares to be so insolent before me!"
"I will fight you to the bitter end today!"
The human-faced dragon let out a sharp roar.
"With me here, none of you will get your hands on that Yin-Yang Ginseng!"
Before the words were even finished, its form transformed into a wisp of barely visible green smoke, merging into the surrounding mountains and shadows, its presence vanishing without a trace.
A massive, earth-shattering battle came to an abrupt end.
But everyone knows this is not the end.
Instead, it marks the beginning of another, more grueling and insidious confrontation.
Then, an eerie silence fell over the battlefield.
The human-faced dragon never showed itself again.
It's like a top-tier assassin, lurking in the shadows, using its all-pervasive spiritual perception to monitor everyone's every move.
There is a way to overcome the suffering there.
He organized several attempts to break the Yin-Yang black and white barrier using Buddhist formations or the Ji family's Yin-Yang supernatural powers.
However, whenever a cultivator gets within a hundred feet of the barrier, the poisoned dagger will pierce out from the most unexpected corner.
An invisible soul impact precisely struck the cultivator's sea of consciousness.
"puff!"
Xuan Hui, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, his face turned deathly pale, and he clutched his head, groaning in pain, clearly suffering damage to his soul.
Even Ji Wuchen and Ji Yuanhong of the Ji family were caught in the elusive attack during a test, causing their auras to become disordered.
Yuan Lingling's silver-fire-colored body dimmed, and she almost fell from mid-air.
Of course, the injured people had different thoughts.
Ji Wuchen and Yuan Lingling exchanged a glance, both seeing a tacit understanding deep in each other's eyes.
They were imitating the style of Chen Daoyou, who was known for his speed.
Find a suitable opportunity, get injured "reasonably," and then naturally escape from the center of this vortex.
To be a henchman for the suffering?
They are not that noble.
With a smart person taking the lead, the others aren't stupid either.
Several more Nascent Soul cultivators were "accidentally" ambushed while "attempting" to enter the barrier, and then retreated with "resentment" and "unwillingness" to find a place to heal their wounds.
They no longer wanted to toil away for the sake of the ascetic and work for free for the Vajra Temple.
For a time, people's hearts were unsettled.
The human-faced dragon was naturally not having an easy time either.
The young monk Kudu appeared to be chanting sutras with his eyes closed, but in reality, he repeatedly used his divine sense to pinpoint its hiding place and unleashed several powerful Vajra Temple supernatural powers from a distance.
The golden palm print and the silent chanting both possess the powerful and yang nature of dispelling demons.
Several deep, bone-revealing wounds were also added to the demonic body of the human-faced dragon, and dark green blood dripped onto the ground, sizzling as it corroded the rocks.
Ultimately, the situation reached a complete stalemate.
Of the cultivators from the Great Green Realm, about half had fled, and the rest were all injured and were only going through the motions.
Everyone could see that the Yin-Yang Black-White Barrier was extremely difficult to break, and there was also a Nascent Soul level Flood Dragon King eyeing it covetously from outside.
This murky water is far too dangerous.
The human-faced dragon guarded the outer perimeter, neither approaching nor venturing far. Whenever someone tried to touch the ginseng, it would harass them with its divine soul attack.
Neither side could gain the upper hand, resulting in a stalemate where both sides suffered heavy losses.
Finally, it was Kudu who broke the silence first.
A vast Buddhist thought traversed the void and came into contact with the malevolent divine thought of the human-faced dragon.
They didn't want to fight anymore.
A full-blown conflict would result in mutual destruction, only allowing any potential third-party forces to reap enormous benefits.
After a series of unseen negotiations, the two sides reached a fragile consensus.
At the same time, give up.
The soaring demonic aura began to recede, retreating towards the distant horizon.
The spiritual light composed of cultivators from the Great Qing Realm also changed direction and slowly dissipated in another direction.
A fierce battle that started strong but ended weakly has come to an end.
The mountains have returned to their deathly silence.
It was as if that earth-shattering battle had never happened.
In the shadows of a mountain valley hundreds of miles away.
Chen Yi's figure lay dormant like a lifeless rock.
His gaze pierced through the layers of tree shadows, looking towards the distant battlefield.
He watched the eerie green rainbow disappear into the horizon.
They watched as the spiritual light belonging to the cultivators of the Great Azure Realm gradually faded into the distance.
But he didn't move.
A quarter of an hour.
Half an hour.
One hour.
He still didn't move.
Rushing in to try and grab a bargain at this time would be truly foolish.
Whether it was the human-faced dragon or the unfathomable little monk Kudu, they both paid a real price for that black and white Yin-Yang Mystic Ginseng.
The "giving up" at this moment is nothing more than a temporary compromise based on mutual wariness.
They absolutely cannot tolerate a third party reaping the benefits after they have paid a heavy price.
Chen Yi was almost certain that at this moment, at least two quasi-divine level divine thoughts, like an invisible giant net, were still shrouding that area.
Any creature that recklessly intrudes will instantly face a coordinated and devastating attack from both sides.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yi felt that the two obscure divine thoughts were also becoming weaker as the distance increased.
He finally made a move.
He did not head towards the valley where the Yin-Yang Scrophularia was located.
Instead, he silently stood up and stealthily crept towards the direction the human-faced dragon had gone.
As he moved, a series of faint cracking sounds emanated from his bones.
Facial muscles begin to twitch, and subtle changes occur in the outline of the body.
A moment later, an ordinary-looking rogue cultivator had transformed into a bald, handsome young monk with a somewhat sinister air.
He noticed the strange light flashing in his eyes and had already made up his mind.
Since a grudge has already been formed.
How can we just stop fighting after a few words of discussion?
If you don't beat your brains out, who would dare to pick that black and white Yin-Yang Scrophularia?
Half a day later, a hundred miles away.
The surrounding malevolent aura was like stagnant water, without a breath of wind.
Chen Yi concealed himself in the shadow of a shattered boulder, suppressing his aura to the extreme, as if he had merged with the desolate battlefield.
His entire being was immersed in a mysterious perception.
Just now, the faint, persistent gray aura that had been hovering above my head, like a spider's web, finally dissipated completely and vanished without a trace.
"That's enough," Chen Yi concluded. It was a divination technique based on cause and effect left behind by the ascetic of the Vajra Temple, used for tracking and pinpointing.
Now that the energy has dissipated, it means that Kudu has already gone far enough away.
He estimated that Kudu was at least a hundred miles away.
In this ancient battlefield filled with ancient restrictions and chaotic spiritual energy, a distance of a hundred miles is enough to isolate all prying eyes.
The opponent did not possess extraordinary abilities to continue pinpointing the exact area where the human-faced dragon was located using his fifth-level divination skills.
Since that's the case, then don't blame me for stirring things up —
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