Chapter 869 - 812: Elder Jiang Xinyuan of Pixiang Hall

The sudden appearance of this group of Central Continent cultivators truly brought immense shock to everyone.

When hundreds of puppet technique Dharma Aspects rushed into the battlefield, the momentum was indeed spectacular.

Especially for the cultivators from the Yama Hall who were left dumbfounded, because most of these puppet technique Dharma Aspects were using their ghost series divine techniques!

Not only were they using their techniques, but they were clearly better at it, especially the one with the most unique metallic sheen, whose understanding of these techniques was just like their own people.

"It must be one of our own!"

Chasing Soul murmured inside the Dharma Aspect, while controlling the Dharma Aspect to constantly dodge, occasionally inserting ghost series divine techniques, making these Celestial Dao Sect cultivators overwhelmed.

Ever since Mo Xiuwen found out that his clones were stable and obediently ready to die, he dared to call him up for any dangerous tasks.

Damned.

Who speaks for the clones?

The most absurd thing is, as a clone, he really was willing to die.

Damned all, it’s all that bastard clone soul’s fault, practicing cultivation techniques recklessly.

Chasing Soul kept muttering to himself, "If I get expelled later, I better get dead swiftly."

After all, the clone soul’s experience and lessons are right in front of him; he must avoid the main body getting trapped. As long as the main body is fine, he’s not truly dead and will come out as a fine chap next time.

"Well, later I should tell Han Yu to, well, collect my corpse... collect my soul!"

The Yama Hall’s array is just too nauseating; otherwise, he wouldn’t worry about the soul fragments getting taken.

Although it won’t cost his life, it would certainly affect the integrity of his soul.

He doesn’t dare gamble on severe losses causing further clone soul issues.

He’s been a good Chasing Soul, doesn’t need a new soul to interfere.

"Interesting people of Central Continent!"

Wujiu glanced at the lineup below, genuinely admiring them.

Although still a bunch of ants, their creativity is astonishingly potent; such puppet technique Dharma Aspect ideas are even more genius than expected.

Especially upon seeing one puppet Dharma Aspect containing multiple ghost series divine techniques, even he was taken aback.

This trick’s execution is indeed better than their own!

Di Liuxin’s face had turned to utmost displeasure, he hadn’t expected a bunch of maggot ants dared meddle with their Celestial Dao Sect’s affairs.

They hadn’t even made a move, how dare these ants?

With the Central Continent cultivators joining Han Yu’s side, things slightly calmed down around him as he quickly returned beneath the high platform, resetting the West River Slash into the platform base.

The tremors transmitted once again.

The visible power is steadily draining, even the radiant brilliance dimmed a bit.

Most directly, the speed at which the array descends is gradually slowing down.

Then, Yuan Rong revealed joyous delight as the high platform’s binding power toward him was steadily weakening.

Time passed moment by moment, Di Liuxin was evidently growing more anxious.

If this continues, the arrangements of thousands of years would really be ruined.

Wujiu never let him go down, someone able to stop Han Yu was virtually non-existent at this moment.

In desperation, Di Liuxin couldn’t care about anything else, fiercely emitted a breath aiming overseas.

"Old Third, come down quickly, something happened!"

The voice merged with the breath and quickly disappeared into the sky like a meteor.

Wujiu’s face tightened, Di Liuxin this shameless guy, still gathering people?

Four Extremes Hall’s Old Third?

Pixiang Hall Elder!

No, it’s crucial to resolve matters before reinforcements arrive.

Thinking of this, he shouted toward Wu Tang, "Quickly kill those two wastes, go protect that kid."

Only if Han Yu can destroy the high platform quickly, things will end swiftly.

Once the high platform is destroyed, the Celestial Dao Sect’s arrangement becomes a joke.

Wu Tang lamented endlessly, why is everyone handing tasks to him.

He’s already half-dead, yet must block Chang Gen while always guarding Han Yu.

The most comfortable among them has got to be Yuan Rong, this guy hadn’t really fought since appearing.

Thinking back, wouldn’t it be better if he was the one bound earlier? At least below he could enjoy the show instead of fighting for life.

Yuan Rong was increasingly delighted; he could sense the high platform’s power was now barely sufficient to control him.

Han Yu also felt that much of the high platform’s power had already siphoned away, his heart couldn’t help but be glad.

Artifact Spirit urged, "Can’t we speed up more, didn’t you see Di Liuxin calling for reinforcements?"

It just watched Di Liuxin’s action moments ago, fueling its urgency because one Di Liuxin is already horrifying enough.

If a stronger one arrives, then Han Yu would truly be doomed.

The Yama Hall might not necessarily step in to save him.

"Have you no awareness of your own capabilities?"

Han Yu rolled his eyes. This West River Slash still came from the Artifact Spirit; how powerful could it be? Others may not know, but it surely did?

Everything was cut with the same force. Even if he wanted to be faster, he couldn’t be. Inserting the unfamiliar blade was the fastest method he could think of now.

Not only did Di Liuxin call for backup, but now Wujiu couldn’t help but do the same.

"Grand Hall Master, Second Hall Master, please take action."

No one descended, but after Wujiu’s words fell, the entire sky suddenly changed dramatically.

Dark clouds gathered together, thunder rolled, and the sky resembled a Thunder Pool.

Then came the grindstone, the massive extended shadow of the grindstone began rotating faster and faster.

You could even hear the creaking sounds it made.

"Now!"

Two voices spoke in unison as an overwhelming force poured down like the Celestial River, directly rushing toward the array beneath.

Or rather, it was aimed at the Golden Cicada.

It seemed unprepared as the black river smashed down upon it, causing its Dharma Aspect body to tremble suddenly.

The immense pressure immediately crushed it against the array, even the artifact was instantly destroyed by the force.

A violent aura continuously twisted, aiming to slay it on the spot.

"Help!"

The Golden Cicada let out a piercing wail, its body rolling endlessly on the array, yet it stubbornly clung to it, refusing to fall.

As the massive form crumbled, golden light gradually became visible within.

That was a dormant figure!

Han Yu’s brow furrowed, he nearly couldn’t resist charging out!

The Artifact Spirit hurriedly shouted in fear, "Destroy the platform first, or you’ll suffer in vain."

Di Liuxin was now definitely furious with Han Yu, whether or not Han Yu interfered, he had surely made an enemy.

Besides...

"If they succeed, Yama Hall will definitely lose its advantage, and Central Continent will be finished."

That was the most critical thing; saving one Yi Xian might push Central Continent into an abyss.

Han Yu was hesitating, and the next moment a wave of purple energy came from the east, the swirling clouds instantly surged onto the Golden Cicada and intertwined with the black force.

"If you dare fight, bring your true form down here!"

A cold snort sounded, and the next moment, an elderly figure appeared, dressed in a plain white robe, looking like a learned gentleman, with white hair and beard and a face full of deep lines, his expression was unspeakably indifferent.

So fast?

The strong experts from Yama Hall were simultaneously aghast, never expecting the opponent to arrive so quickly.

Wujiu’s expression was extremely gloomy, and he spoke through gritted teeth, "Pixiang Hall’s Jiang Xinyuan!"

Jiang Xinyuan stood with hands behind his back, gave the Golden Cicada just a glance, then casually struck out another attack.

The Golden Cicada’s devouring speed remained far too slow; Yama Hall’s array was too special, seeming extremely difficult to destroy.

So he couldn’t help but personally take action.

Unfortunately, a surge of purple energy hit it, piercing straight through without staining it in the slightest.

"Is the Golden Cicada the only one who can destroy it?"

Jiang Xinyuan’s face slightly darkened, then he looked up at Wujiu, "So it’s Yama Hall’s third one."

His voice was full of mockery, infuriating Wujiu who was fiercely engaged with Di Liuxin.

Speaking as if he himself wasn’t merely the third.

Jiang Xinyuan turned his gaze downward, and everyone who met it felt a chill down their spine. Wu Seng, who was guarding beside Han Yu, was nearly mesmerized by his look.

As for Han Yu, he held his blade high and met his gaze; the Artifact Spirit had prepared the bottle, but this time Han Yu showed no change.

Or rather, his aura had already filled him when clashing with the opponent.

"Leave, and I won’t kill you!"

Jiang Xinyuan suddenly spoke, though he didn’t name names, Han Yu knew it was aimed at him.

As for why he said this to him, naturally...

Yuan Rong was about to break free!

For a while now, the platform’s power was not what it was, and the force restraining Yuan Rong was growing increasingly weak.

Han Yu didn’t trust the Celestial Dao Sect, nor did he trust Yama Hall for sure.

Neither side was any good.

He took a deep breath and shook his head.

"Very well, then die!"

Jiang Xinyuan’s expression turned icy, transforming into purple energy and drifting over!

"If you can’t protect me, I’ll just leave, and then you all can wait for disaster!"

Han Yu suddenly spoke at this moment, facing Yuan Rong.

At this moment, Yuan Rong stepped on the fierce ghost, instantly shooting into the sky and colliding with the purple energy...