owlsbooks Chapter 119 Explosive Genius Xuan Bone
Chapter 119 Explosive Genius Xuan Bone
Wen Tianren's face darkened as he watched the giant, fan-like hand descend with the force of wind and thunder. He quickly turned around.
"go!"
Wen Tianren formed hand seals and uttered a low shout. A dazzling golden light shot out from his palm, instantly transforming into a sky full of golden rays.
That was his natal magic weapon—the Heavenly Sun Gilded Needle.
He had spent decades nurturing and cultivating this needle. He was confident that it could break through the defenses of a body-refining cultivator.
"break!"
Wen Tianren pointed his fingers like a sword and pointed at the giant palm in mid-air.
Thousands of illusory golden needles rained down like a storm, heading straight for Qingfeng's massive body.
The independent cultivators watching from afar immediately held their breath.
"The Heavenly Sun Gilded Needle! Young Master Wen is really going all out now!"
"That burly man is finished. These golden needles are specifically designed to break through physical defenses; even the strongest body-refining techniques can't withstand them!"
However, the next moment, everyone's expression froze.
Instead of dodging, Qingfeng's massive body grinned, his smile full of disdain.
"A trivial skill."
He made a fist with his right hand, and suddenly billowing black energy surged from his palm.
A pitch-black demonic sword appeared out of thin air, its blade wreathed in grotesque skull patterns, emitting a series of ghostly wails and howls.
It is the magic weapon—the Skull Demon Blade!
Qingfeng held the knife in one hand and swung it casually.
"call--"
Dozens of thick tentacles suddenly emerged from the blade!
Those tentacles were formed entirely from pitch-black demonic energy and twisted vengeful spirits. Each one was as thick as a bucket, and countless grotesque faces screaming in pain appeared on their surface.
The phantom of the golden needle shot out and collided with the tentacles.
"Bang bang bang bang—!"
A series of loud explosions erupted.
Those tentacles were like living things, dancing wildly, slapping, wrapping, and sweeping away all the illusory golden needles in the sky!
Golden light scattered everywhere, yet not a single strand could penetrate the tentacles' defenses.
Wen Tianren's pupils constricted slightly.
What kind of magical artifact is this?!
His Heavenly Sun Gilded Needles are renowned for their sharpness, and ordinary defensive magic weapons simply cannot stop them.
But right now, those demonic tentacles not only blocked the golden needles, but even smashed the illusory image of the golden needles apart!
"Show me what other skills you have."
The little giant that Qingfeng had transformed into sheathed his demonic sword and looked down at Wen Tianren.
Wen Tianren's expression was solemn.
He held back no longer; with a flick of his sleeve, a small purple banner flew out.
This banner is no bigger than the palm of your hand, and its surface is embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, with a faint purple light flowing through it.
Purple Cloud Banner!
This treasure was bestowed upon him by his master, the Six Paths Supreme Saint, and it can release purple mist to obscure divine sense detection.
"go!"
Wen Tianren activated his magical power.
The purple cloud banner swelled in the wind, and as it fluttered, billowing purple mist surged forth.
The purple mist was as thick as ink, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped an area of several hundred feet in a dense, impenetrable barrier.
"This...this is Young Master Wen's Purple Cloud Banner!"
"That burly man is trapped!"
The onlookers in the distance stared wide-eyed, but could see nothing clearly except a thick cloud of purple mist suspended in mid-air.
At that moment, Qingfeng felt a blur before his eyes, and was surrounded by dense purple mist. He tried to extend his divine sense, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; he could not perceive anything.
Wen Tianren's figure disappeared into the purple mist, and even his aura was completely concealed.
"Hide? Hmph, I can hide too."
Qingfeng remained calm. He shrunk back to his original size and then opened his spirit beast pouch to release the Illusion Flame Moth.
The phantom moth flapped its wings a few times, scattering specks of flame-like light dust.
These specks of light adhered to Qingfeng's body, instantly concealing his figure and aura.
Compared to Wen Tianren's Purple Cloud Banner and Purple Mist, the Illusionary Flame Moth's Light Dust has a stronger effect in concealing its form.
Within the purple mist, two auras simultaneously concealed themselves.
One concealed itself with purple mist, the other hid itself with spirit insects.
Suddenly, the fierce battle in mid-air fell silent.
Only that thick purple mist was slowly swirling.
Meanwhile, the independent cultivators watching from afar exchanged bewildered glances.
"Where...is everyone?"
"Both have disappeared?"
Are they playing hide-and-seek in the fog?
Someone couldn't help but speak up.
"Shut up! This is a top-level duel! Whoever reveals their aura first loses!"
An old man next to him glared at him.
Upon hearing the old man's words, the group of cultivators sighed inwardly, realizing that the clash between experts was indeed extraordinary.
The four Core Formation cultivators, one righteous and one demonic, were also extremely shocked to witness the battle within the purple mist.
"That burly man wearing a mask actually managed to fight Young Master Wen to this extent!"
The beacon cultivator from Yuan Gui Island held a fire cauldron, his expression solemn.
"Yes, first he used his physical body to fight against the magic weapon, then he used the demonic blade to break the golden needle, and now he is confronting Young Master Wen in the purple mist."
This is no ordinary late-stage Core Formation cultivator.
The cultivator surnamed Zhang from Night Dragon Island turned pale and subconsciously took a few steps back.
He recalled the scene of him pointing at the burly man and cursing him, and a chill ran down his spine.
Dong Muzi, the white-robed elder of the Tianji Sect, held the cyan jade slip in his hand, which trembled slightly. He secretly rejoiced that he hadn't actually made a move earlier.
The elders of the Three Immortals Sect retreated even further away.
This is muddy water, don't wade through it.
The silence within the purple mist was terrifying.
Wen Tianren was hidden somewhere in the fog, his face ashen.
He hadn't expected that when he revealed the Heavenly Sun Golden Needle, his opponent would possess such a bizarre demonic blade. And when he summoned the Purple Cloud Banner, his opponent also possessed a method of concealment.
Who exactly is this person? The newly appointed elder of Qingyang Sect... the successor of the Barbarian Beard?
These kinds of methods are definitely not something that ordinary Core Formation cultivators possess!
Wen Tianren took a deep breath and quietly extended his divine sense, searching inch by inch within the purple mist.
Once he locates the opponent, he is confident he can kill them with a single blow.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the purple mist.
The burly man, transformed from Qingfeng, concealed himself within the luminous dust of the Illusionary Flame Moth, a playful smile playing on his lips.
Although he could conceal his presence and aura, he did not intend to hide forever.
"Senior Xuan, take five Azure Fire Thunderbolts and blast him out."
Qingfeng summoned the puppet and let the Xuan bone from the box enter it.
"Should we kill him?"
Xuan Gu entered the puppet and gestured with his hand towards his neck.
"No need. This person has a grudge against the Six Paths Supreme Saint, which can be used."
Qingfeng's gaze was deep; he believed that Wen Tianren was worth turning.
"Alright, I understand."
Xuan Gu concealed all the Xuan Yin demonic energy and ghostly aura within the puppet, then carefully controlled it to enter the purple mist.
Purple mist surged, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.
The puppet possessed by the Xuan Bone moved silently through the fog, like a lifeless rock.
"They've kept it well hidden."
Xuan Gu chuckled inwardly.
He's lived for so many years, what kind of concealment methods hasn't he seen?
Although Wen Tianren's Purple Cloud Banner could conceal divine sense, it could not hide the experience of an old monster like him.
The puppet slowly raised its hand, a wisp of almost imperceptible Yin energy gathering at its fingertips, and gently reached forward.
The yin energy, like a wisp of smoke, drifted in the purple mist.
A moment later, Xuan Gu sensed an extremely faint fluctuation.
"Found it."
Xuan Gu controlled the puppet to slowly circle around and approach from the side and rear.
Twenty zhang... ten zhang... five zhang.
"It's around here."
Xuan Gu controlled the puppet, slowly raised its arm, and then threw out the five Azure Fire Lightning Bolts in its hand.
Hidden in the purple mist, Wen Tianren was still focused on finding Qingfeng's figure.
"not good!"
He felt a strong sense of crisis welling up inside him.
"boom--!"
Five blue fire thunderbolts exploded simultaneously, and terrifying shockwaves swept outwards in all directions.