Novel Full Chapter 1239 - Primordial Lineage
Chapter 1239: Primordial Lineage
One Heavenly Demon Ape and one Bastille Black Dragon. In life, they were both Syncretic Star Soul-level Great Demons, but now, they have been made into Beast God Puppets with a secret technique.
These two Great Demons both excelled in physical strength. Having been made into puppets now, the power of their Qi and blood was exceedingly strong.
Seeing this scene, Gu Yuankai snorted, and did not speak further.
If this scene was to be seen by the Dragon Tribe and the Immemorial Ape Demon Tribe, these two great Demon Tribes will not let it slide easily. The Emperor of the Dead was indeed discarding all scruples and going all-out now.
Right now, they were attacking and plotting against the Great Void Sect and the Supreme Heavenly Mirror together. Regardless of the outcome, if the Dragon Tribe has the strength afterwards, they would cause trouble for the Emperor of the Dead either way.
Unlike the Red Dragon King, who was turned into an Avatar by Lin Feng, this black Dragon King, who has been turned into a Beast God Puppet by the Emperor of the Dead’s line, was a Syncretic Star Soul-level Dragon Great Demon.
Facing the two Beast God Puppets charging towards it, the Cang Heaven Spell Blade let out a sword cry, resounding through the Heavens like the temple bell and drum.
Sword radiance rained down at an angle, brilliant and blinding and illuminating the entire sky, smashing into the two Beast God Puppets.
The two Beast God Puppets let out a roar simultaneously. Not only were their physical bodies strong, they also possessed incredible defense. In particular, although the Bastille Black Dragon was less powerful in terms of strength than the Heavenly Demon Ape, the defense of its Royal Bastille Curse was outstanding, resisting the sword radiance of the Cang Heaven Spell Blade.
However, the billions of sword radiance from the Cang Heaven Spell Blade suddenly solidified, returning to one and become one single, incredibly powerful sword radiance, targeting one spot and attacking.
The blade, sharp as it was possible to be, brought great pressure to even the Bastille Black Dragon, as if its scales were about to be penetrated.
Having been turned into a puppet, although its strength was still great, but still, somewhat inferior to when it was alive.
However, after they were turned into puppets, whether it was the Heavenly Demon Ape or the Bastille Black Dragon, they were all fearless and met the attacks of the Cang Heaven Spell Blade with brute force.
As the Cang Heaven Spell Blade was concentrating its strength on attacking the Bastille Black Dragon, the Beast God Puppet that was the Heavenly Demon Ape continued to charge towards the Cang Heaven Spell Blade.
Mo Xiuluo, meanwhile, marshaled the other Hall of the Dead cultivators and attacked towards Yang Qing, Li Yuanfang, Gu Peng, and the others while the Cang Heaven Spell Blade was obstructed by the Beast God Puppets.
However, after testing out the capabilities of the Beast God Puppets with one blow, the Cang Heaven Spell Blade did not continue to attack blindly. Instead, the sword radiance abruptly twisted in the Void, becoming a dark shadow and evading the Heavenly Demon Ape’s charge. Then, with incredible speed, it zoomed behind Mo Xiuluo in an instant.
Mo Xiuluo, startled, became a streak of shrill black light, blocking the Cang Heaven Spell Blade’s attack.
The Heavenly Demon Ape’s eyes were crimson red. Expressionless, it let out a meaningless, but nonetheless murderous roar, using its great explosive power to follow close behind the Cang Heaven Spell Blade.
However, the Cang Heaven Spell Blade striked and then immediately moved again. It did not stop in one place or engage the enemy continuously; becoming a dark sword shadow, it appeared from time to time in the Void, evading the pursuing Heavenly Demon Ape again.
The Cang Heaven Spell Blade’s speed was exceedingly fast. Apart from the Heavenly Demon Ape, neither Mo Xiuluo or the Bastille Black Dragon could tag behind him.
However, when the Bastille Black Dragon puppet and Mo Xiuluo attempted to attack Yang Qing and co., they will be targeted by the Cang Heaven Spell Blade.
Even as a dark sword shadow, the Cang Heaven Spell Blade’s attacks were complete and perfect. Its strength was still exceedingly great, and the destructiveness was astonishing.
In the end, Mo Xiuluo and the Bastille Black Dragon decided to just open up the line-up and assist the Heavenly Demon Ape in encircling the Cang Heaven Spell Blade. The Cang Heaven Spell Blade was not afraid in the slightest as its sword radiance flashed in the Void, engaging Mo Xiuluo and the others intensely.
However, as such, the Cang Heaven Spell Blade was no longer able to pay attention to Sikong You, Shen Qifeng, and the rest. Immediately, the Hall of the Dead cultivators charged towards Yang Qing, Li Yuanfang, Gu Peng, and co.
At their head, Sikong You flipped his hand, and a small temple appeared on his palm. Sikong You raised his palm upwards, and the temple flew up into the air, its size constantly increasing. As black light flashed, it became a massive temple, measuring 270 meters in height and 270 meters in circumference.
The temple did not make offerings to gods or Buddhas, but instead, to many frightening, vengeful evil spirits. From them, there was an extremely uncomfortable feeling, as if one was surrounded by despair, madness, twistedness, and evil.
However, the most of all was fear!
Illuminated by the black light of this ghost temple, all cultivators below Cultivation of Virtual Entity-level quaked with terror, trapped in mania and madness amidst extreme fear.
The Metaplasis-realm magic treasure forged by Sikong You, the Ferocious Ghost Temple!
After Sikong You was encircled and attacked by Wang Lin, Zhang Lie, and the previous King Chujiang and was forced to play dead, this treasure was taken by the previous King Chujiang.
However, after the Anti-Celestial Sect War, the Emperor of the Dead got rid of the rebellious Xu Anda and regained the Hall of the Dead, and naturally, this treasure returned to the hands of the loyal Sikong You.
In that battle, Sikong You suffered heavy losses, and many of the Spiritual Ghosts he made were destroyed. For typical Ghostly Arts cultivators, it would be like losing an arm.
From the Anti-Celestial Sect War to now, even if he focused on re-forging, it would be very hard to make new, powerful Spiritual Ghosts and other spirits.
However, although Sikong You was a Ghostly Arts heavyweight, he was different from other Ghostly Arts cultivators. His most important combat power was not his Spiritual Ghosts, but his own many peculiar and aggressive mantras, as well as this magic treasure, the Ferocious Ghost Temple.
At this moment, as his palms closed together lightly, a huge, incredibly terrifying evil spirit appeared above the Ferocious Ghost Temple. Below the waist, it was connected to the rooftop of the temple; above the waist, its hands were spread as it let out an earth-shattering howl.
Hearing this ghostly howl, even Yang Qing and Li Yuanfang felt their minds quaking slightly, as well as a dizzy, disoriented feeling.
The Cultivation of Virtual Entity-level master of the Ancients, Gu Peng, extended his right arm; a jet-black vine was coiled around his right hand. The vine grew rapidly, and a white flower appeared on its head. As the white flower bloomed, a desolate and ancient, endless and enduring air radiated outwards.
Although the black light of the Ferocious Ghost Temple was intense and violent, after the white flower bloomed, it instantly became less aggressive. The frightening, shrill ghostly howls were still sounding, but they were no longer as startling as previously.
Gu Peng, commanding his Metaplasia-realm magic treasure, the Immortal Cane, immediately engaged Sikong You and the Ferocious Ghost Temple.
Beside Sikong You stood a black-robed man. He was tall and his Qi and blood extremely mighty; however, set against the Chaotic Gas of Destruction of the line of the Emperor of the Dead, he instead evoked feelings of peculiarity and ominousness.
This was a Cultivation of the Virtual Entity-level Martial Way master. When his pores trembled, it was like the stars in the sky were glowing.
The masculine Qi and blood of the Martial Way, combined with the dark and gloomy air of death, caused a peculiar change, like how Yin was born from extreme Yang.
He, was a sub-Hall Hallmaster of the Hall of the Dead, one of the Ten Kings of Hell – King Zhuanlun. Previously, his cultivation was at Cultivation of Avatar-level as well; recently, he succeeded in cultivating his Virtual Entity, attaining Immortal Soul Second Level.
King Zhuanlun’s fingers were like hooks or claws; his arms appeared to be in an embrace, as if he was turning a wheel. However, that eerie, ominous air caused a chill to run down the spines of everyone, as if they would be torn into a thousand pieces in an instant.
From among the Ancients cultivators, another Cultivation of Virtual Entity-level master snorted and took a step forward, meeting King Zhuanlun.
Meanwhile, the other Ancients cultivators started fighting the remaining Hall of the Dead masters as well. Yang Qing and Li Yuanfang entered the battle too.
Li Yuanfang was at the very rear of the party, but his movements were not slow at all. His hands switched through arcane gestures as streak after streak of Mana was unleashed, forming one formation pattern after another in the Void.
The many formation patterns combined and together, formed a massive formation.
Li Yuanfang took a calabash from his waist and pulled the cork out. From within, water current poured out, flickering with azure-blue light. It seemed not much, but when a single drop of water fell into the formation, it instantly became an entire ocean. When the entire water current fell, the water expanded, seemingly boundless.
Next, Li Yuanfang took a leather sack from his waist, and poured out large amounts of fine sand from within. The fine sand sparkled with light, like pricks of starlight.
These Great Chaos Primordial Water and Star Sand were all treasures that Li Yuanfang forged himself with a secret technique, and were used to set up formations. Unlike the Ancient Mantra of the Flowing Sand of Ganges, which merged the Great Chaos Primordial Water and the Star Sand into one entity, as Li Yuanfang unleashed his Mana, the two treasures were distinct and separate. Combined, they were like a swarm of stars, that congregated into a vast and brilliant cosmic river.
This cosmic river merged with the formation patterns and runes, and the formation expanded thunderously. Within the formation, there was the Nine Bends of the Heaven River, winding, beautiful, and breathtaking.
Enveloped by the formation, temporarily, everyone seemed to find themselves in an ocean of stars.
The formation Li Yuanfang created with his own Heluo Heavenly Gate Formation, having opened the North Heavenly Gate and formed the Formation of the Nine Bends of the Heaven River, together with studying the Celestial Sect of Wonders’ own Four Appearance Heaven Cleaving Script and the results from studying the Nine Luminaries Heaven-Crushing Formation.
Wherever the Formation of the Nine Bends of the Heaven River extended, the Heaven River was winding and zig-zag, trapping all of the Hall of the Dead cultivators within. They felt their Mana become slower and more unwieldy, all while countless starlight was blasting at them.
Their attacks at Yang Qing and the Ancients cultivators, meanwhile, were neutralized by that winding, endless Heaven River. With this, instantly, the situation of the battle changed, and the Hall of the Dead cultivators were at a huge disadvantage.
Even King Wuguan – Sikong You – and King Zhuanlun were affected by the formation.
They wanted to blast the formation apart first, but Gu Peng and the rest would not agree to that. Cooperating with the Formation of the Nine Bends of the Heaven River, they unleashed even more ferocious attacks.
Li Yuanfang’s expression was calm as his hands formed changing arcane gestures. The radiance of the Formation of the Nine Bends of the Heaven River shined, slowly cracking the sky as it started to attract large amounts of Star Energy downwards, causing its own strength to become even greater.
“Hmm?” Li Yuanfang’s expression changed slightly as he abruptly raised his head and gazed. In the winding Heaven River in his formation, on the water surfaced formed by starlight and flowing water, a small boat with a black awning appeared.
On that black-awning boat, there was a black-clad figure, carrying an ancient bronze lantern shaped like a lotus. However, the lantern flame was a lush green, like will-o’-the-wisp.
The hand carrying the lantern, which the figure extended out from the black robes, was thin and pale white, resembling the hand of a woman.
Li Yuanfang’s expression was unchanged. “King Pingdeng?”
Li Yuanfang was not unfamiliar with the opponent before him. As the ex-Hallmaster of the Hall of the Dead, Xu Anda, was captured by Lin Feng, the Celestial Sect of Wonders has a profound understanding of the masters of the Hall of the Dead.
The lady in front of him was another sub-Hall Hallmaster of the Hall of the Dead, one of the Ten Kings of Hell – King Pingdeng.
She has two magic treasures – the black-awning boat beneath her feet, and the bronze ghostly lantern in her hand.
The bronze ghostly lantern was the Hall of the Dead magic treasure, the Soul-Amassing Lamp. The black-awning boat, meanwhile, was forged with the technique of the line of the Primordial Age Emperor of Man, the Emperor of Culture.