NCCnovel Chapter 357 Severely Injuring Xuan Gang, Ji Yinglong Awakens
Chapter 357 Severely Injuring Xuan Gang, Ji Yinglong Awakens
Chapter 357 Severely Injuring Xuan Gang, Ji Yinglong Awakens
Fairy Xuan Yin completely ignored her injuries.
Pure black flames erupted around her, representing her unreserved primal power.
The black flames were extremely domineering, completely consuming the surrounding light.
Her figure appeared extremely distorted in the black flames.
Without any hesitation.
She transformed into a black shooting star, hurtling dozens of miles away.
The target was the location of Gen'gang at Kongo Temple.
"Those who dare to block the entrance to my cave for years will have to kill my men."
"Kongo Temple, do you really think this fairy is made of clay?"
Her voice was angry.
The sound waves resonated with the surrounding spiritual energy.
Chen Yi's gaze pierced through the turbulent flow of spiritual energy, locking onto what lay ahead.
The Fairy of Mysterious Yin was surrounded by rolling black flames.
That was the primordial demonic flame of the Nascent Soul.
The fire burned brighter and brighter.
The surrounding spiritual energy was brutally devoured by this black flame, producing a crackling sound.
She was completely prepared to die with him.
This was Chen Yi's prior instruction; he had calculated it very clearly, and things had to be done thoroughly.
From an outsider's perspective, only one conclusion can be drawn.
After this battle, the best outcome for Fairy Xuan Yin is that her cultivation level will drop back to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
The power of her nascent soul will be completely exhausted in this battle, and she will never be able to recover her cultivation level again in this lifetime.
Not to mention exploring the realm of the Divine Transformation with others.
This is exactly the effect Chen Yi wanted.
Only by being realistic enough can we force Ji Yinglong to his bottom line. The feud between the Ji family and the Vajra Temple must be sealed today.
He would never allow Ji Yinglong to back down at this time.
If the Ji family backs down, the pressure of dealing with the Vajra Temple will fall entirely on our side.
Dragging the Ji family into this mess is currently the best way to break the deadlock.
Xuan Yin's acting skills are impeccable.
That resolute attitude, disregarding everything, even made Chen Yi feel uneasy.
"Xuan Yin! No!!"
Ji Yinglong shouted out loud.
The sound exploded in mid-air, clearly distorted, and his facial muscles twitched violently, with veins bulging and throbbing on his forehead.
He's gone to such lengths, even using the incredibly precious Millennium Thunder Brew.
Why is Xuan Yin still so relentless? Does he really want to fight to the death?
He couldn't understand this crazy behavior.
If Xuan Yin is truly wasted here, where can Ji Yinglong find a Nascent Soul Peak fairy to cultivate with and plot the path to Divine Transformation?
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he absolutely cannot miss it.
We must not let her burn her source energy here.
Dozens of miles away.
Xuan Gang's face was contorted with rage, his features twisted together. He had already exhausted most of his Vajra power, and the power of the fifth-tier jade talisman in his hand was also depleted.
But he had no intention of sitting idly by and waiting to die.
His inner Vajra essence surged violently, and dazzling golden light emanated from every pore of his body.
He was trying to pry open the remaining self-destructive power of the jade talisman.
The destructive wave was brewing wildly, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding space. Violent spiritual energy gathered in his palm, forming a visible vortex of spiritual energy.
Once it explodes, it will cause extremely terrifying damage, leveling everything within a radius of dozens of miles.
Chen Yi flashed and instantly appeared beside Xuan Yin.
The two joined forces and charged straight at Xuan Gang's position.
Xuan Yin's desperate, all-out effort was extremely oppressive.
Chen Yi stared intently at Xuan Gang's hand movements, his gaze fixed on the cluster of golden light.
He was ready to deal with the impact of the self-destruction at any time, and the Thunder Crystal Marrow was circulating to its maximum in his meridians.
The Jinlei hybrid defense array is already ready.
He calculated the distance and the blast radius to ensure that he and Xuan Yin could evacuate the core area as soon as possible. Ji Yinglong's gaze was fixed on that side.
The thunder spirit power in his meridians was almost exhausted, and every meridian was protesting, with dull pain surging up from his limbs and bones.
He had no way out.
Deep within his soul, the jade talisman that had been dormant for hundreds of years was touched by his thoughts.
A cold touch.
An ancient atmosphere.
The layers of Yin-Yang divine soul imprints accumulated by the ancestors of the Ji family slowly awakened on that jade talisman, each imprint being a condensation of an ancestor's lifelong cultivation.
His teeth ached from clenching them.
This is the true trump card in the Ji family's bloodline inheritance; it is a Yin-Yang Divine Soul Talisman that one of his ancestors, a Nascent Soul cultivator, refined by exhausting his life's essence.
The Ji family's direct descendants only pass on their lineage to the next generation before their death.
It's been hundreds of years.
He never used it.
I had intended to save it for a truly life-or-death situation.
But at this moment, his gaze swept across the battlefield for dozens of miles, and the figure of Fairy Xuan Yin swayed precariously at the edge of the terrifying Vajra self-destruction shockwave.
If she is crippled, he may lose his only chance in this life to touch the path to godhood.
It's worse than death.
At this moment, Ji Ying was unaware that he was becoming somewhat agitated under the influence of some inexplicable rule, which was not his usual calm demeanor.
"Fairy, go back. Let me handle this."
The shout ripped through all the noise on the battlefield.
The jade talisman is activated.
A slit of light appeared between his brows.
Black and white.
Two distinct beams of light burst forth from the crevice, each occupying half of the beam, their boundaries impossibly clear.
The black half is deep and bottomless, while the white half is dazzling and blinding. There is no transition or fusion between the two, yet they coexist in a mysterious balance within a small space.
yin and yang.
A fifth-order divine soul fluctuation exploded from Ji Yinglong's body.
The aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The spiritual energy within several miles seemed to be suddenly pushed away by an invisible giant hand, and all the spiritual energy particles fled in an instant, forming a deadly vacuum zone.
The soil on the ground cracked, and the pebbles floated in mid-air before being bounced away by the shockwave.
Blood trickled from the corner of Ji Yinglong's eye.
Forcibly activating this fifth-tier soul talisman almost drained his divine sense and magical power.
all.
Not a drop was left.
The magical power gathered into a torrent, surging into the black and white jade talisman between his brows. The jade talisman greedily devoured it, like a ferocious beast that had been starving for hundreds of years finally waiting for the moment to be released from its cage.
Ji Yinglong's face lost all color in the span of three breaths.
It was as white as paper.
His body swayed, and his knees nearly buckled. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, and the rocks beneath his feet cracked and splintered like a spiderweb.
Black and white beams are shaped.
Faster than lightning.
A distance of several dozen miles was insignificant in the face of that beam of light. It passed through the air without making a sound; the light arrived before the air even had time to vibrate.
Xuan Gang's Vajra Jade Talisman power collided head-on with the beam of light.
The golden light lasted for less than half a breath in front of the black and white beams.
The cracking sound was sharp and piercing.
The golden light began to collapse from the center, and cracks spread outwards at a visible speed.
Pieces of golden light peeled off, like dry tree bark being torn off by a strong wind in winter, turning into countless golden specks of light that drifted across the sky.
Defenses collapsed.
The black and white beam of light went straight in.
It accurately struck the fifth-tier Vajra Divine Talisman in Xuan Gang's hand, which was charging up to self-destruct.
The destructive power condensed within that divine talisman, about to unleash its final strike on Chen Yi, was intercepted by the power of the Yin-Yang Divine Soul.
The core energy of the self-destruction seemed to be torn apart by two hands. The black power devoured it, while the white power dispelled it. The two forces worked together to extinguish the explosive force that was capable of destroying an area of several miles in radius.
The beam still retains some of its power.
It went straight for Xuan Gang's brow.
Soul.
A devastating impact exploded within Xuan Gang's sea of consciousness.
No sound.
There was no fire.
There is no outward appearance.
But the shockwave traveled across the battlefield for dozens of miles, like a boulder crashing into a calm lake, with ripples spreading to every corner.
In the distance, a layer of fine goosebumps appeared on Chen Yi's scalp.
The hairs on his body stood on end.
That old man.
Chen Yi's pupils contracted.
He instantly grasped the key to the composition of that black and white beam of light—the superposition of both spiritual and magical fluctuations.
It's not a simple mixture, but rather a fusion of two completely different attributes, woven together with yin and yang as the framework.
He finally understood.
Ji Yinglong was able to communicate with heaven and earth through Yin-Yang divine soul deduction, and was able to make predictions and calculations that far exceeded his cultivation level. The root of this lies in this.
This fifth-tier Yin-Yang Divine Soul Talisman resides within his soul; it is the bridge that connects him to heaven and earth, and the foundation of all his mystical abilities.
Chen Yi made a crazy decision.
He unleashed all his senses.
He fully opened his spiritual perception, like a dry sponge, greedily stretching towards the center of that storm of yin and yang fluctuations.
Fifth order.
The level of Nascent Soul.
The trajectory of the Yin-Yang Divine Soul gradually became clear in his perception.
The alternation, expansion, balance, and opposition of black and white—every detail was rapidly being sketched in his mind, forming an extremely complex operational diagram.
He entered a state of flow.
Everything outside of him is irrelevant.
The battles on the battlefield, the surge of spiritual energy, and the life-or-death struggles were all automatically filtered out by his consciousness. His entire mind was immersed in the core Daoist essence of that Yin-Yang fluctuation.
pity.
He was not the target of this attack. The absorption of Yin-Yang primordial power by the system within his body was negligible, a drop in the ocean.
But this brief observation and depiction is enough.
The Refining Spirit Technique.
His previous cultivation of the Refining Spirit Technique had reached a bottleneck, and what he lacked was a reference point for cultivating a higher level of divine soul. The Yin-Yang divine soul fluctuation at the Nascent Soul level before him was the perfect reference.
Those operational trajectories were firmly etched deep into his mind.
He dared to be so selfless on the battlefield because he had already achieved all his strategic objectives.
The game is over.
Ji Yinglong unleashed his true trump card against Xuan Gang, a blow that left Xuan Gang either dead or crippled. It was clear that Ji Yinglong himself was also unable to continue the fight.
The facts are proving his judgment correct.
In the center of the battlefield, Ji Yinglong stared in Xuan Gang's direction, the aftershocks of the beam of light eroding the soul foundation of this great monk of the Vajra Temple.
He could sense it.
Xuan Gang is dying.
In another half breath, the wisp of Yin-Yang divine soul power that had seeped into Xuan Gang's sea of consciousness would completely tear his divine soul apart.
A senior monk from the Vajra Temple died at his hands.
A cold light suddenly flashed through Ji Yinglong's mind.
Vajra Temple.
What kind of place is that? One of the major Buddhist sects, a behemoth with such profound foundations that it commands the attention of the entire cultivation world. By killing Xuan Gang, he has essentially forged an irreconcilable blood feud with the Vajra Temple.
How did this suddenly cause such a big problem for the Ji family?
Is it worth it for my elusive path to godhood?
His blood went cold.
The impulse that had been urging him, driving him, and compelling him to use his trump card to protect Fairy Xuan Yin without hesitation now seemed so strange under calm scrutiny.
Why was he so impulsive?
When did Ji Yinglong become a reckless man driven by emotions?
He couldn't even recall the moment he started to lose his mind.
After entering Qingyun Cave, every decision he made seemed reasonable, but when put together, they revealed a sense of incongruity.
Unbeknownst to him, the moment he stepped into Qingyun Cave Heaven, a fluctuation that did not belong to this world was released from the depths of Hu Mingyue's eyes.
The fluctuations were silent and imperceptible, seeping into his judgment and also into the will of the powerful being behind the scenes at Vajra Temple.
Both of their hands were being manipulated.
But at this critical moment, the last vestiges of reason within Ji Yinglong finally prevailed.
His consciousness suddenly returned.
Receive!
He forcibly pulled back the black and white power that had penetrated deep into Xuan Gang's sea of consciousness and was about to crush the foundation of his soul.
This contraction was more difficult than the release; a tearing pain shot through his meridians, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
But he stopped.
Xuan Gang's soul was not destroyed.
Seriously injured.
Extremely severe injury.
His soul was shattered by the power of Yin and Yang, barely managing to maintain its shape.
The residual magical energy fluctuations within the divine talisman also had a fatal impact on his physical body—a massive loss of his Vajra essence, shaking the foundation of his cultivation.
In a short time, the senior monk of Vajra Temple was crippled. He could not recover his cultivation or practice, unless Vajra Temple provided a genuine secret medicine to repair his shattered soul and depleted Vajra essence.
Xuan Gang spat out a mouthful of blood.
Golden specks of light mingled with the blood—the remnants of his shattered Vajra essence.
His eyes were unfocused, his face was ashen, and his entire being seemed to be on the verge of being extinguished like an oil lamp.
His trembling hands carefully tucked the broken fifth-tier Vajra Divine Talisman into his robes. The golden light on the talisman had dimmed to almost nothing, and cracks covered its entire surface.
Xuan Gang remained silent.
He turned around and staggered out his first step.
The second step.
third step.
Every step was shaky, every step seemed to use up all the strength in the body.
He walked step by step in the direction away from the battlefield.
Chen Yi stopped in his tracks.
Xuan Gang's figure was receding into the distance, his steps faltering, the golden light flickering uncertainly, no longer possessing the imposing aura he had when he arrived.
Chen Yi's gaze never left that figure.
That old bastard Ji Yinglong has kept his true intentions hidden for a long time.
The black and white jade talisman replayed in his mind the interplay of yin and yang, one side black, the other white. The moment it was activated, magical power and spiritual power poured out simultaneously.
Two completely different attack methods are compressed into a single talisman.
The self-destruction process of the Vajra Jade Talisman was forcibly interrupted.
Xuan Gang's soul was severely damaged at almost the same moment.
This is definitely not something an ordinary fourth-tier rune master could create.
Chen Yi's fingers unconsciously rubbed his cuffs.
First came the near-fifth-tier soul poison—the Yin-Yang Dragon-Snake Transformation.
Now it's this soul talisman that has reached the fifth level.
How many cards does Ji Yinglong still have up his sleeve?
However, most of these trump cards are now useless.
Chen Yi's lips twitched slightly.
Ji Yinglong suffered a huge loss today.
He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the Mysterious Yin Fairy not far away.
Fairy Xuanyin has received his gesture.
She slowly withdrew her hands.
The source of the Nine Yin Demon Flame faded from her body, and the black flames extinguished inch by inch, dissipating along her arms, shoulders, and hair.
The surrounding temperature rose rapidly.
The chilling aura that sent shivers down my spine dissipated.
From beginning to end, she never truly ignited her inner power.