txolops Chapter 155 Devouring the Poison Cloud
Chapter 155 Devouring the Poison Cloud
A series of crisp, dense sounds, like raindrops hitting banana leaves, rang out. The earthen-yellow light shield trembled violently, its halo flashing wildly, and its surface was pierced with countless deep dents.
Six of the flying needles were solid and pierced into the Xuan Gang shield. When they were only a foot away from Luo Ming, they were blocked by a Xuanhuang phantom moving inside the shield and could not advance any further.
"Finally, we blocked it!" Luo Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
The golden light dimmed, revealing its true form—six three-inch-long golden needles, with faint golden runes flowing across their bodies, currently imprisoned by the power of the Xuan Gang Shield.
"Huh? What kind of supernatural power is this? How could it block my golden needles!"
A somewhat familiar male voice rang out from the void a hundred feet away. Immediately afterwards, ripples appeared in the void, revealing a young cultivator who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
This man had a refined and elegant appearance, and was handsome and dashing. He wore a linen robe and a tall crown, with a golden glint in his eyes. He exuded a composed demeanor, yet possessed an aura of undeniable authority.
After the other party withdrew their concealment, they looked at Luo Ming with some surprise, clearly not expecting that a lowly early-stage Core Formation cultivator could remain unharmed after his sneak attack.
"Judging from the voice, this is the cultivator who obtained the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror. Could it be Wen Tianren? What's he doing here?"
Luo Ming broke out in a cold sweat, his heart filled with shock and anger. If it weren't for the quick activation of the Xuan Gang Shield technique, he would probably have been riddled with needles by the opponent's golden needles.
Luo Ming carefully scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, but found no other cultivators hiding, which immediately puzzled him.
Wen Tianren's eyes flashed with golden light. With a wave of his hand, thirty more identical golden needles appeared in front of his opponent. With the input of his magic power, they shone brightly, turning into a sky full of golden meteors, trailing sharp whistles that tore through the air, and enveloping Luo Ming from all directions! The golden light was as dense as a sudden rain, each one aiming at the most minute node of spiritual energy flow in the shield.
"There are still so many golden needles?"
With a thought, Luo Ming's twelve Xuan Yuan Pearls surrounding him shone brightly, spinning rapidly and bringing with them deep blue Xuan Yuan Heavy Water, instantly forming a thick, viscous, spherical water shield that flowed continuously—the Xuan Water Protection Barrier! The heavy water flowed on its own, seemingly gentle, but in reality, every drop contained immense power.
puff!puff!puff!
The moment the golden needle pierced the Xuan Shui protective barrier, it was as if it had crashed into an invisible deep-sea swamp. Its extreme sharpness and speed, which were enough to pierce through ordinary magical treasure shields, were rapidly consumed and slowed down by the viscous, heavy Xuan Yuan water that dissipated force layer by layer.
The golden light struggled to advance through the water curtain, its trajectory becoming clearly visible, but the ghostly, invisible threat of before was no longer present. At the same time, the outer layer of the Xuan Gang shield, its earthy yellow light as steady as a rock, firmly blocked the golden needle that had finally pierced through the water curtain, its power diminished by seven or eight tenths, emitting a dull impact sound, remaining completely still.
"The turtle shell is hard enough." Upon seeing this, Wen Tianren was not angry at all; instead, his interest in his eyes intensified, but it was quickly replaced by a cold killing intent.
"roar--!"
Just then, the Xuan Turtle, which had been poised to strike, received Luo Ming's command and roared to the sky, its massive, mountain-like body suddenly launching into action! It treaded on the waves with its four legs, each step stirring up waves ten feet high, leaving a white trail of seawater behind it.
Without any fancy spells, it was purely a condensation of the terrifying brute force and weight within his bloodline, like a moving island, crashing into Wen Tianren in mid-air with a suffocating sense of oppression! Wherever it passed, the air was compressed and exploded.
Wen Tianren's figure blurred, transforming into a pale golden streak of light, instantly rising dozens of feet into the air, gracefully dodging the unstoppable, savage collision. The violent air currents generated by the Xuan Turtle caused the hem of his hemp robe to flutter wildly.
Below, a dark figure silently emerged from the sea—it was the Core Formation Corpse, temporarily possessed by the Golden Gu Elder's primordial spirit. The Corpse held the Thousand Demon Banner, its surface surging with yin energy, causing countless ferocious demonic souls to shriek and surge forth!
Among them, the most striking were a dozen or so demon soul generals whose auras had reached the Core Formation level. The black energy swirling around them quickly condensed into ancient and ferocious black armor, and their soul fire burned fiercely in their eyes. Under the command of the Golden Gu Elder, they formed a simple battle formation, stirring up towering black mist, and rushed towards Wen Tianren in the sky to encircle and kill him! The lower-level demon souls were like a black tide, filling the gaps, and their ghostly wails echoed throughout the sea.
"Hmph, unorthodox methods, yet you dare to be so presumptuous!" Wen Tianren hovered high in the sky, facing the army of demon souls rushing down below and the Xuan Turtle that had turned around again to block his retreat, and merely snorted coldly.
With a flick of his sleeve, a triangular banner, entirely purple and swirling with misty clouds, shot out, swelling in the wind and instantly transforming into a purple sea of clouds covering hundreds of feet!
The churning purple clouds were not auspicious; instead, they emitted a cloying, dizzying stench. The sea of clouds rolled downwards, enveloping most of the demon army.
Chi Chi Chi -!
The moment the purple aura came into contact with the protective black aura surrounding the demon soul, it produced a sound like boiling oil being poured onto snow. The purple aura possessed extremely strong corrosive and defilement abilities; the soul body condensed by the low-level demon soul melted rapidly like ice and snow under the sun, emitting an extremely mournful howl before turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating.
Even those dozen or so Core Formation demon souls, their solid soul armor was sizzling under the erosion of the purple energy. The two were consuming each other in the air, and before long, the thick black energy armor shrank by a size!
Although this armor can be quickly repaired by the black energy within the Demon Banner, in the long run, it would be a huge loss for the Thousand Demon Banner.
"What a bizarre poisonous cloud!" Luo Ming's gaze sharpened. This purple cloud not only corrupted magical power, but also seemed to have an extremely strong corrosive effect on the soul and spirit. Seeing that his demonic soul was damaged, he dared not be negligent. He patted his storage bag, and the Mystic Fire Mirror was summoned!
As magical power surged forth, the ancient bronze mirror suddenly lit up! Three-colored flames erupted from the mirror like a volcanic eruption, not burning randomly, but condensing into three thick spiral pillars of fire, intertwined with each other, spinning and soaring into the sky, crashing fiercely into the purple sea of clouds that blotted out the sun!
A bizarre scene unfolded!
The moment the flames came into contact with the poisonous cloud, there was no loud noise; instead, it was unusually quiet.
The Xuanhuo Mirror of today is no longer what it used to be. The emerald green demonic fire within it was originally highly poisonous, and after being refined into the Xuanhuo Mirror, it has gained the ability to absorb poisonous gas and nourish itself.
The three-colored flames condensed into a fire net in the air, spreading rapidly along the edge of the purple mist, replacing the Thousand Demon Banner, and began to slowly devour the opponent's poisonous mist.
The sky seemed to be split in two, one half a surging, eroding expanse of magnificent purple clouds, the other half a swirling, burning inferno of three colors. Where the two met, the light distorted, illuminating the sea below in a bizarre and surreal way.
Both sides were well aware that Ziyun's side was clearly at a disadvantage, and as time went on, it was being slowly devoured by the three-colored flames, with the speed increasing.
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