NCCnovel Chapter 279 The Great Battle of the Empress Dowager, Not Sacrificing Oneself
Chapter 279 The Great Battle of the Empress Dowager, Not Sacrificing Oneself
Chapter 279 The Great Battle Between the Empress and the Emperor, Fuji Sacrifices Himself
In the air, Xuan Yin Zhenjun made hand seals and flicked his fingers. The dozen or so Nine Yin Demon Flames that were originally aimed at the old monk of the Vajra Temple suddenly split in two in mid-air without warning. They drew two extremely strange arcs in the air and turned around instantly, rushing towards Lin Yunsheng and the Black Snake on the flank.
This time, it's not a test.
That was the true Nine Yin Demon Flame, not only the Demon Flame of Annihilation, but also the Nine Yin Black Wind from the depths of the Nine Netherworld at the center of each flame.
This wind not only blows on the physical body, but also on the soul. If even a tiny bit of it touches the body, even a Nascent Soul cultivator's magic power will be burned away, and their soul will be blown to pieces.
Lin Yunsheng and Black Serpent True Monk were preparing to launch a sneak attack from the side to support the old monk, but little did they expect that this evil star's target was not the monk at all, but them!
Before the demonic flames even arrived, the terrifying aura created by the intertwining of the chilling wind that could freeze souls and the demonic flames that burned away mana had already locked onto the two of them.
A deadly sense of threat shot up my spine and straight to the top of my head.
The two men's faces turned deathly pale instantly.
They only wanted to kick a man when he was down, help the old monk relieve some of his burden, and incidentally show off in front of the Qingyun Patriarch, but they never expected that they would get themselves into trouble.
Especially Black Serpent True Lord, whose sinister old face was now twisted into a crumpled piece of paper.
He himself had forced his way to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm by devouring his senior brother's Nascent Soul through unorthodox methods, resulting in a weak and unstable foundation.
In that battle a few years ago, his magical power was damaged by the Xuan Yin Zhenjun's burning, and the excruciating pain in his meridians and dantian still haunts him.
The demonic flames that flew in today were even more intense, fiercer, and more devastating than those of the day before!
Before they even made contact, the nascent soul within him began to tremble uncontrollably—the instinctive fear of a lower-level creature facing its natural enemy.
The instant the demonic flames touched him, Lin Yunsheng felt as if his soul had fallen into an ice cellar, and the magical power he had cultivated for many years at the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm was rapidly declining.
At the same time, even his divine sense was being blown away little by little from the source of his soul by that yin wind, which was a permanent damage to his soul!
Lin Yunsheng was so frightened that he dared not stand up to the challenge alone anymore.
"Ancestor! Save me!"
Lin Yunsheng disregarded all pretense of being the chief elder, and with his voice amplified by his magical power, he roared fiercely towards the sky.
At this moment, only the Qingyun Patriarch could save their lives.
"well"
An old and helpless sigh suddenly rang out in this chaotic world.
"Yun Sheng, all you do is cause me trouble."
The Qingyun Patriarch had just received a secret letter from the abbot of the Vajra Temple, asking him to come and take care of things. He never expected to see such a grand scene upon his arrival.
Suddenly, a slit appeared in the dark, gloomy sky, and a wisp of blue cloud materialized out of nowhere.
That was no ordinary cloud, but a ball of azure light condensed to its extreme, surging with dense and violent magical power, no less powerful than the raging Nine Yin Demon Flames.
"Mysterious Daoist, this is a trivial matter of Nascent Soul formation; let us juniors handle it."
The aged voice came again, its tone calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.
"You've gone too far to kill my chief elder over such a trivial matter."
The azure light cluster moved extremely fast, appearing almost instantly in front of Lin Yunsheng and Black Serpent True Monarch.
Just as the two deadly flames were about to engulf the two, the ball of light suddenly expanded, and two enormous, tangible azure handprints shot out from it, slamming heavily onto the flames.
boom!boom!
Two muffled thuds reverberated through the sky.
The Nine Yin Demon Flame was blasted away by the immense force, transforming into two balls of black fire that drifted out.
Enveloped in that azure light, Lin Yunsheng and Black Serpent True Monarch tumbled out in a disheveled state.
Lin Yunsheng was in better condition, after all, he was a true Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of the Yuan stage, and his body was covered with life-saving magic treasures and talismans. Although his clothes were tattered and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, his magic power and soul had only lost more than ten years of cultivation, so his fundamental health was not damaged.
Black Serpent True Lord is in trouble.
His prized protective divine power, "Black Serpent Cloud Spirit Mist," was burned into a charred, mangled serpent, its life force barely tangled around his arm.
Several large holes were burned into his exquisite robes, revealing charred flesh, and the shield magic weapon in his hand was completely burned and rendered useless.
His entire being was extremely weak, his consciousness was severely damaged, and his eyes were unfocused.
Even though Ancestor Qingyun intervened in time, that ball of fire almost burned away his fragile cultivation, reducing him to the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage.
Still shaken, he quickly took out various thousand-year-old spiritual herbs and stuffed them into his mouth, hoping to replenish his vital energy in a short time and at least stabilize Qiu's condition at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
Xuan Yin Zhenjun looked at the cloud of blue and sneered.
"Old man Qingyun, decades ago, when I first came to Zhongzhou, I sparred with you. Considering myself a guest, I gave you some leeway."
She treads through the air, her black dress fluttering in the wind, her body wreathed in demonic flames, like a demon god descending to earth.
"You really think I can't do anything to you?"
"You must understand that even among those in the late Nascent Soul stage, there are differences in skill level!"
"Since you old codger also want to get involved today, then I'll show you who among the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators is closer to the Divine Transformation realm!"
This time, Xuan Yin Zhenjun was truly enraged.
The bald monks from Jingang Temple have arrived, the good-for-nothings from Qingyun Cave have arrived, and now even this old tortoise that hasn't appeared for hundreds of years has crawled out. Since they've all come, let's kill them!
If she doesn't establish her reputation through bloodshed, then wherever she goes and whatever she does in the future, everyone will jump out and criticize her, and she will completely ruin the infamous reputation of the Nine Yin Demon Flame lineage that has lasted for tens of thousands of years!
As for Chen Yi's safety, Xuan Yin wasn't too worried.
A sweep of divine sense revealed two Nascent Soul-level beams hurtling towards them at full speed.
Based on what she knew, she guessed it was Ji Wuchen and Qiu Li. These two kids had a connection with Chen Yi back in the Thunder Soul Sect's secret realm. Adding her disciple Ning Bu'er, they should be able to handle the rest of the situation.
Even if something truly terrible happens, there's still that freak Chen Yi.
With that kid's current physical strength, even if he couldn't beat that old bald monk from the Vajra Temple, he could still run away and would be perfectly safe.
It all depends on whether he's willing to reveal his monstrous physical cultivation level.
The concept of Xuan Yin has always been the greatest terror between life and death, which is what brings out its greatest potential.
A tree that always hides under her wing will never grow into a towering tree.
As for whether he will die?
If someone dies during such trials, it can only be blamed on their bad luck, for they lack the fortune to ascend to the Great Dao.
With this thought in mind, True Lord Xuanyin had no more reservations.
She suddenly raised both hands, and the demonic flames that had been scattered by the Qingyun Ancestor did not dissipate. Instead, they were drawn back together in her palms, turning into a pitch-black fireball.
"Come up and face your death!"
With a clear shout, Xuan Yin Zhenjun instantly transformed into a massive black stream of demonic flames, like a black dragon soaring into the sky, smashing through the clouds and hurtling towards the Nine Heavens above.
Below, Ancestor Qingyun sighed, and the Qingyun light cluster trembled slightly. Then, it transformed into a streak of azure light and chased after the black shadow.
Battles in the late Nascent Soul stage often involve landslides and earthquakes, and the plundering of spiritual energy from heaven and earth is terrifying.
If they really fought freely at low altitude, this area within a hundred miles would probably turn into a wasteland.
Only the fierce gales above the Nine Heavens could withstand the unbridled outpouring of magical power from these two great cultivators.
As the two beams of light disappeared into the clouds, the battlefield below instantly quieted down, and ordinary cultivators could hardly detect the battle situation above.
The figures of Xuan Yin Zhenjun and Qingyun Laozu disappeared into the void, and the originally noisy battlefield became eerily silent for a moment.
But this deathly silence lasted only half a breath.
Black Serpent True Monarch clutched the broken bone in his chest, his cold, vertical pupils turning towards Ning Bu'er not far away. Beside him, Elder Yun Sheng, who was still in shock, also came to his senses. Their eyes met in mid-air, and killing intent arose instantly.
Without that old monster Xuan Yin, what waves could Ning Bu'er, even as a descendant of the Nine Yin Demon Flame lineage, possibly stir up?
At this moment, Ning Bu'er stood alone beneath the massive Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger that was about to be pressed down.
Golden light, like a waterfall, crashed down with an overwhelming pressure that seemed to crush everything in its path.
The Nine Yin Demon Flame lineage has always focused on killing and is not good at defense. If Xuan Yin were here, he might be able to break the deadlock by attacking back, but Ning Bu'er's cultivation is still shallow.
Unstoppable.
This was the thought that flashed through everyone's mind.
Ning Bu'er looked up, her star-like pupils reflecting the golden finger that resembled a pillar of heaven.
The strong wind tousled her hair, but it couldn't hide the almost obsessive determination in her eyes.
In this life, we must do something, and we must risk our lives for something or someone.
"rise."
She parted her lips slightly and uttered a single word.
At this moment, she simultaneously activated the thirty-six lightning crystal cores dormant within her body.
Those were the thunder spirits that Chen Yi had personally planted into her body, each containing ninety-nine strands of pure thunder.
Normally, these lightning bolts nourish her demonic flames to aid her cultivation, but now, they roared out of her dantian like enraged dragons.
The purple lightning danced wildly, tearing apart the originally sinister black demonic flames.
The yin-based demonic fire and the yang-based thunder should have been incompatible, but at this moment, they were forcibly combined under Ning Bu'er's cultivation technique, which he had honed for many years.
Crackling sound—boom!
A massive lightning and fire net spread out in the void, the demonic flames no longer simply black, but tinged with an eerie purple-gold hue.
The originally ethereal flames, supported by the framework of lightning, solidified into a crystalline armor.
Nine Yin Thunder Flames surge against the heavens!
Rumble!
The momentum of the Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger was abruptly halted in mid-air.
In the distance, the Venerable Master Xuangang, seated on a lotus throne, suddenly opened his eyes.
Those Buddha eyes, which were usually half-open and calm, now shone brightly as they stared intently at the purplish-black flames.
The right hand, which was holding the Acala mudra, had knuckles that were slightly white from excessive force.
Thunder Crystal Demon Flame?
How is that possible?
The Nine Yin Demon Flame is extremely Yin and gentle, and it is most afraid of the fierce methods of Buddhism. This is also the reason why he dared to confront the Profound Yin with his mid-stage fourth-order cultivation.
But now that the power of thunder spirit has been mixed into this demonic flame, yin and yang are in harmony, and strength and gentleness coexist, the only flaw—is gone.
The senior monk narrowed his eyes, quickly calculating in his mind.
If this thunder and fire technique were to advance further, combined with soul-attacking techniques—
That was the nightmare of all those who practiced the golden body at Vajra Temple.
This woman... the ancient demon lineage has actually produced such a once-in-a-millennium genius who pioneers new paths...
All compassion vanished from Xuan Gang's eyes, replaced by murderous intent.
Lin Yunsheng also sensed the threat.
"Black Snake, make your move!"
Lin Yunsheng shouted sharply. How could this cunning and shrewd elder of the cave let such an opportunity slip by?
While Ning Bu'er is fully engaged in fighting the Vajra Finger, if we don't act now, when will we?
Black Serpent True Monarch suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of foul-smelling black mist of his life force. His figure transformed into a blur, and he and Lin Yunsheng were on the left and right, like two sharp knives piercing Ning Bu'er's ribs.
If her spellcasting is interrupted, she won't be able to stop the Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger from falling. That boy who is forming his nascent soul will either die or be crippled!
The two moved at an extremely fast speed, closing in on Ning Bu'er within hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.
Ning Bu'er sensed the killing intent coming from the flank, but she could not retreat, nor could she afford to be distracted.
At this critical moment.
At the edge of the sky, a thunderous roar erupted without warning: "Let's see who dares to ruin my brother's Nascent Soul stage!!"
Before the words had even faded, two streaks of light tore through the clouds and crashed onto the battlefield like falling meteors.
The leading beam of light was extremely strange; it was neither blue nor red, but rather a band of light interwoven with black and white.
Wherever the light streaks passed, the space rippled with visible distortion.
Thousands of miles can be covered in an instant.
Everyone present felt their magical power suddenly stagnate. Their previously effortless spiritual power seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, its circulation extremely sluggish.
Lin Yunsheng's expression changed drastically, and his body involuntarily paused in mid-air.
"The Yin-Yang Elemental Magnetic Ring! It's Ji Wuchen!"
Someone in the crowd gasped in surprise.
Ji Wuchen!
This name has become a household name in Zhongzhou in the last two years.
Despite being a newly awakened Nascent Soul cultivator, he wreaked havoc in the high-level secret realm of the north, single-handedly taking on two veteran evil cultivators and holding his own against mid-Nascent Soul cultivators without being defeated.
In the Ji family's succession line, he was promoted to second in line!
The black and white light band was extremely domineering and unreasonable, directly locking onto Lin Yunsheng.
Lin Yunsheng felt the gravity around him instantly reverse, and his internal organs were being pulled by a strange force, which made him furious.
"You brat! How dare you lay a hand on this old man?"
"Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the Ji family, and I'll have your ancestor come and take your people here personally!"
Lin Yunsheng laughed in extreme anger, and with a wave of his sleeve, the clouds in the sky transformed into countless sharp blades, which slashed and killed the black and white light band.
On the other side, when Black Serpent True Monarch saw Lin Yunsheng being blocked, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.
good chance!
Nobody cares about him anymore!
With a flicker, he transformed into a hundred-foot-long black python phantom, silently bypassing the main battlefield and opening his blood-red maw to bite Ning Bu'er in the back.
If this attack lands, Ning Bu'er will undoubtedly die.
"Shameless Black Serpent, all he does is launch sneak attacks!"
"Take this!"
A crisp yet murderous shout rang out above the Black Serpent True Lord's head.
Azure lightning bolt cascaded down like a waterfall, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a child's arm struck precisely at the seven-inch mark of the black python phantom.
boom!
Black mist billowed, and a fishy stench filled the air.
Black Serpent True Lord let out a painful scream. His already severely injured body was charred black by the lightning, forcing him to reveal his human form and retreat in a sorry state.
He raised his venomous gaze and saw a woman dressed in green holding a thunder talisman, her face frosty as she stood between him and Ning Bu'er.
Autumn departs!
"You lowly servant, how dare you ruin my plans at the early Nascent Soul stage? You're courting death!"
Black Serpent Lord gritted his teeth and lunged at Qiu Li.
In an instant, the four Nascent Soul cultivators were locked in battle.
Thunder and lightning raged in the sky, and clouds surged and lightning flashed.
Ji Wuchen's black and white magnetic divine light was domineering and unparalleled. In the battle against the veteran mid-stage Nascent Soul peak, he did not fall behind for a short time. Although Qiu Li's cultivation was slightly weaker, his thunder technique was specifically designed to counter evil and he managed to hold off the injured and berserk Black Serpent True Monarch.
For a moment, no one could interfere with the Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger.
The Venerable Master Xuangang swept his gaze across the chaotic battlefield, a cold, hard smile curving his lips.
No one's in the way anymore.
"Amitabha."
He chanted Buddhist prayers in a low voice, and his whole body shone with golden light. The fingers that had been supported by Ning Bu'er's lightning flames once again burst forth with dazzling light.
"Break for me!"
With a low shout, the enormous golden finger ignored all the surrounding disturbances and, with earth-shattering power, pressed down fiercely on the huge vortex of spiritual energy below.
Ning Bu'er trembled slightly under that immense force, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still held on tightly and refused to give an inch.
All of this was witnessed by Chen Yi, who was at the center of the vortex.
But he couldn't move.
This is the most crucial moment for him to form his nascent soul and comprehend the essence of heaven and earth.
The shouts of battle, the thunder, and the roar of clashing magical forces from the outside world clearly reached his eardrums, each sound urging his heart to beat faster.
Ji Wuchen has arrived, Qiu Li has arrived, and Ning Bu'er is fighting desperately.
Brothers are bleeding, and beauties are risking their lives.
An indescribable heat exploded in Chen Yi's chest, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to rush out and wreak havoc.
Going out now would be a waste of the time everyone had bought for him.
Successfully forming a nascent soul is a victory.
Chen Yi closed his eyes tightly, and his divine sense surged out like a tidal wave. He no longer paid attention to the grass and trees in the outside world, but poured it all into the rapidly spinning nascent nascent soul in his body.
Swallow it!
The vortex of magical power within his body reversed wildly, emitting a roar similar to that of a giant whale sucking in water.
The spiritual energy that was wandering between heaven and earth, along with the four faintly visible patterns of the Dao of Heaven and Earth, were forcibly pulled into the body by this terrifying suction force.
Every trace of Dao essence etched onto the Nascent Soul felt like a red-hot iron branding the soul, causing excruciating pain yet also a sense of exhilaration.
Hurry up!
Hurry up!
As for the enormous Imprisoning Heaven Finger, although it was extremely powerful, Chen Yi also had six turtle puppet defensive arrays. With all the accumulated lightning crystal cores on them exploding, they could still block the finger to some extent. If it was too late and only a small amount of spiritual energy remained, Chen Yi could use the system to accelerate the absorption and avoid being injured by the finger. Of course, many people were watching this process, so he would avoid using the system as much as possible. If all else failed, the system should be used for the shortest possible time during the final accelerated absorption.
What Chen Yi wanted was this time difference.
However, Ning Bu'er cannot see Chen Yi's system.
She hadn't anticipated the six turtle puppets poised to strike.
In her field of vision, there was only that golden finger that was about to destroy the huge spiritual energy vortex in the sky; the Star Moon Sect's great array light screen had already turned into countless points of light and dissipated.
High in the sky, Master was entangled by the old monster from Qingyun Cave, while Ji Wuchen and Qiu Li were locked in a fierce battle.
In a battle of this level, Yue Qingqiu alone cannot play a significant role.
The entire battlefield resembled a tightening net, and Chen Yi was the prey at the center of the net, about to be strangled.
No one can save him.
Except for yourself.
Ning Bu'er felt the demonic energy within her body stirring.
That was the instinctive disgust and fear that demonic cultivators felt when faced with Buddhist supernatural powers.
The Vajra Finger, which emanates pure, powerful energy, is like a series of red-hot needles, piercing her meridians.
This absolute suppression in terms of attributes made her spiritual energy circulation sluggish.
Reason told her that she couldn't stop it.
For a demonic flame at the early stage of the fourth rank to directly confront the Vajra Finger, which is powerful enough to imprison the heavens, is no different from throwing an egg against a rock.
But Ning Bu'er did not back down.
Instead, she took a step forward, standing in front of the very core of the vortex of spiritual energy in the air.
Suddenly, that long-forgotten memory surged into my mind.
Her master stood on the edge of the cliff and pointed to the bottomless abyss, saying these words to her.
"Fuji, you must remember this."
"The demonic path is not evil, but rather rebellion."
"Some things, even death would suffice. What does death matter?"
"Only by fighting their way out of a seemingly insurmountable situation, by finding a way to survive in the face of death, can demonic cultivators find their future!"
After she achieved the Nascent Soul stage, everything went too smoothly for her.
And this moment.
Behind her was the man she was willing to do anything to repay her kindness and protect.
Before him stood an invincible Buddhist supernatural power.
This is exactly what is called a "dead end"!
Ning Bu'er's eyes suddenly froze, and his originally dark pupils were instantly replaced by two dancing flames.
"rise!"
A sharp shout exploded from deep within her throat.
She no longer holds back.
All the demonic flames within her body, and all the hidden lightning crystal cores in her acupoints, were unleashed at this moment.
boom-!
A huge black fireball rose up in front of her.
That wasn't ordinary fire.
Within the flames, purple lightning leaped wildly, like enraged lightning serpents, rolling and tearing within the black sea of fire.
Nine Yin Thunder Flame!
The flame, carrying a resolute and tragic intensity, roared into the sky and crashed fiercely into the descending golden finger.
The world changed color.
The world, which was originally shrouded in golden light, was forcibly torn open by this black lightning and fire.
Everyone's attention was drawn to it.
To the ordinary cultivators, this scene was simply incomprehensible.
A demonic cultivator, facing the Vajra Finger of Buddhism, which is his natural enemy, did not flee but instead chose to confront it head-on?
This isn't just courage, this is madness!
Rumble—
The black demonic flames finally collided with the golden fingertips.
It didn't collapse at the slightest touch as I had imagined.
A piercing hissing sound echoed through the sky, the sound of two completely different energies frantically devouring each other.
The golden light trembled.
The once flawless golden texture on the edge of the finger began to soften and turn black rapidly under the scorching of the demonic flames, and even fine cracks appeared.
The clouds in the distance.
Master Xuangang suddenly lifted his half-closed eyelids.
For the first time, a hint of astonishment and pain appeared on his usually indifferent face.
The pain emanating from the Prisoner's Finger made his expression tremble.
The pain of having one's indestructible body forcibly corroded was clearly felt throughout the entire body.
"You actually managed to break through my defenses?"
Xuan Gang was filled with doubt and unease.
His Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger is one of the Vajra Temple's most powerful divine abilities. It has suppressed countless ancient demon giants over the past ten thousand years. How could it be broken by a mere female demon cultivator at the early stage of the fourth rank?
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Something strange is in those black flames!
It wasn't just demonic energy, but also an extremely violent thunderous power. It was this power that shattered the surface defense of the Vajra Power.
"This woman—"
Xuan Gang stared at the figure that appeared exceptionally small in the demonic flames, the compassion in his eyes quickly fading, replaced by a cold killing intent.
The fact that the indestructible Vajra has been broken means that its weakness has been exposed.
If this girl is allowed to grow up, she will surely become a great threat to the Vajra Temple in the future.
"They can't stay."
Xuan Gang held up the sky with one hand, and the finger that was originally pointing to the center of the spiritual energy vortex suddenly shifted slightly.
hum!
The enormous Prisoner of Heaven Finger trembled violently.
The golden light that filled the sky suddenly contracted.
The finger, which was originally as huge as a mountain, shrank countless times in the blink of an eye, transforming from a towering pillar into a short stick as exquisite as if it were cast in gold.
A smaller volume means that energy has been compressed to its limit.
The heavy, oppressive feeling disappeared, replaced by a chilling, sharp sensation.
Whoosh!
A flash of golden light.
The shrunken Vajra Finger drew a strange zigzag line in the air, its speed increasing more than tenfold!
It is no longer for suppression, but for penetration.
Target—Ning Bu'er's dantian!
Ning Bu'er's expression changed.
The golden light was too fast.
It was so fast that her eyes couldn't even catch its trajectory; she could only instinctively feel a chilling sense of death creeping up her brow.
There's no escaping it.
The Qi mechanism has been completely locked.
"You old bald monk, you're getting impatient."
A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Ning Bu'er's mouth, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
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She was proud that she could force a Buddhist monk at the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm to change his tactics and kill him.
But she didn't want to die.
"You are not invincible!"
Ning Bu'er suddenly bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood into the void in front of her.
Inside his body, the natal thunder talisman, which had been nurtured for many years, began to spin wildly, reaching an extreme speed and emitting a teeth-grinding buzzing sound.
Deep within the soul, thunder roared.
At this moment, she stopped mobilizing her magic power and instead frantically activated the Purple Lightning Soul-Nourishing Technique. An invisible wave, mixed with purple lightning, shot out from between her eyebrows.
That's an attack targeting the soul—Soul Thunder!
Click!
There was no thunder in the void, but the sound exploded directly in everyone's mind.
Hear thunder in a silent place.
The golden finger that shot towards them suddenly trembled in mid-air.
It felt like being slapped hard by an invisible hand.
The divine imprint attached to the finger was almost completely destroyed by the bombardment of the soul lightning.
The golden light, which had been so solid and tangible, seemed to have lost its core and instantly faded.
Zizizi!
The Nine Yin Thunder Flames that enveloped the area seized the opportunity to penetrate, instantly burning through the golden light that had lost its divine protection, leaving several charred holes on the Vajra Finger.
Its power has dropped by 50%!
"Don't forget, I am also one of the legitimate successors of the Thunder Soul Sect!"
If she had the cultivation level of the mid-Nascent Soul stage, this attack could have directly backfired on Xuan Gang's soul.
But for now, that's enough.
Without the precise control of divine sense, the Vajra Finger, though still sharp, became stiff and rigid.
A hundred miles can be covered in the blink of an eye.
The flames in Ning Bu'er's eyes died down, replaced by extreme calm.
She squeezed out the last bit of demonic flame from her body, and her figure twisted strangely in the air.
A golden light flew past her shoulder.
Ning Bu'er's figure appeared staggeringly ten miles away, his face as pale as paper and his aura extremely weak.
Two strikes.
These two consecutive attacks exhausted all her trump cards, all her magic power, and even overdrawn her newly refined Soul Lightning Strike.
She was unsteady on her feet and could only barely float in the air, panting heavily.
Looking back.
Chen Yi remained seated atop the mountain, on a fourth-tier spiritual vein, his eyes closed in concentration, absorbing the spiritual energy and Dao essence of heaven and earth.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, Bu Er, you've done your best—"
Ning Bu'er silently recited this in his heart.