owlsbooks Chapter 80 Xuan Gu's Feigned Death
Chapter 80 Xuan Gu's Feigned Death
Xuan Gu, now back on the skeleton, secretly observes the two newcomers.
"Two mid-stage Core Formation cultivators... with solid foundations and refined spiritual energy, much stronger than those few useless ones from before."
"Huh?! That kid on the left, with such a young age, already possesses such cultivation! His blood and energy are vigorous, his spirit and soul are solid... Haha, heaven is helping me!"
Suppressing his elation, Xuan Gu decided to repeat his old trick.
With a thought, the demonic serpent he had transformed into a corpse puppet trembled slightly.
The demon crown transformed into the "Seven-Colored Lotus," emitting an increasingly refreshing and unique fragrance.
"It seems that the young Core Formation cultivator is a member of a powerful family. And the person next to him is probably his guard."
First, let them lower their guard and become greedy... After I shroud them in black energy, I will use these puppets, which are in the early stages of Core Formation, to attract the attention of the guard next to me, and finally trap that young man and possess him.
Such a young body must be very supple!
Xuan Gu secretly plotted in his heart.
From his perspective, the two opponents at the mid-stage of Core Formation were not a threat.
That young member of the family is probably out here to gain experience. Such a young fellow doesn't seem to have the right temperament.
As long as he can hold off that guard and destroy the Dao heart of that family member, this young body will be his!
Xuan Gu manipulated the imperceptible black energy, silently surging towards the entrance of the hall. As soon as the two people entered, they would fall into his ambush.
However, Qingfeng and Qing Sanyang stopped at the entrance and did not step into the ambush of Xuan Gu.
"Father, strike that skeleton by the pool with all your might, don't hold back."
Qingfeng transmitted his voice to his father.
He then took out his Nine-Pole Array Flag and began setting up the "Starry Nine Palaces Array" at the entrance to prevent Xuan Gu from escaping after the battle began.
"it is good."
Without saying a word, Qing Sanyang immediately summoned his natal magic weapon—the Purple Cloud Crimson Thunder Spear.
Suddenly, his aura surged, and the terrifying aura of a peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator swept into the hall as if it were a tangible force!
He held the Purple Sky Crimson Thunder Spear in his right hand. The spear hummed, and purple-red arcs of electricity crackled and leaped, emitting a chilling "crackling" sound.
"Mid-stage Nascent Soul! This... how is this possible?!"
The Xuan Gu, hidden among the skeletons, was completely dumbfounded upon seeing this scene.
He was just now plotting how to toy with these two junior Core Formation cultivators like a cat playing with mice.
She had even begun to fantasize about the wonderful scene of being reborn after possessing that young body.
But in the blink of an eye, one of the two little mice in his eyes had transformed into a ferocious beast exuding overwhelming power!
"Peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! And specializing in lightning magic! This is unbelievable!"
Xuan Gu felt his skeleton being locked onto by divine sense, and he cursed inwardly in anger.
play?
Even at his peak, he was only at the Yuanzhong cultivation level.
The chances of winning against a cultivator using lightning magic are inherently low.
Now, with his remaining soul and a few newly formed Core Formation corpse puppets, he has to face a fully victorious peak Yuan-level Thunder Law cultivator.
Are you kidding me?!
The hunter wasn't the prey at all; he was the hunter who hunted him!
"escape!"
Xuan Gu abandoned all of that bullshit body-snatching plan and the idea of creating corpse puppets without any hesitation.
He abandoned the skeleton and manipulated the black energy to try and escape into the hidden passage beneath the pool, his last escape route.
However, just as he stirred his divine sense and before the black energy had completely detached from the skeleton, Qing Sanyang's thunderous spear struck his bones.
"Crack—Boom!"
The Purple Sky Crimson Thunder Spear, carrying blinding lightning, slammed fiercely into the withered skeleton.
The moment the spear tip touched it, the extremely powerful and masculine thunderous force erupted. The skeleton couldn't even withstand a single breath before it shattered into dust inch by inch amidst the blinding purple-red lightning!
The aftershocks of the thunder swept through the entire hall, the illusion faded, and the light of the "Seven-Colored Lotus" distorted, rapidly shrinking and deforming to reveal its true fleshy crown.
The withered body of the Demon Crown Serpent Corpse Puppet was now entangled by residual electric arcs.
The once clear pool water had become murky and emitted a strong stench of decay, with bones and filth deposited at the bottom surging to the surface.
The scarred man who had been swept away by the Xuan Gu, and the corpse of the Zhou surname cultivator, also surfaced.
Their eyes were wide open, their faces were ashen, and there were empty holes in their dantian, clearly indicating that their golden cores had been taken away.
It was still surrounded by a faint black aura, and was in the early stage of being refined into a corpse puppet.
Xuan Gu fled in panic, and without anyone to control it, it floated stiffly.
Qingfeng was not surprised by the scene before him. He continued to hold the array flags, and finally planted the last flag into the ground.
With a soft hum, the nine array flags simultaneously lit up, their energy intertwined to form an invisible light shield that firmly sealed off the entire entrance to the hall and the surrounding area.
"Feng'er, that damned thing has escaped. With such a way of escaping, it must really be that Xuan Gu Old Demon."
"You'll be following behind me; something's strange about this place."
Qing Sanyang stood with his gun in hand, his divine sense sweeping across every corner of the hall like a net, his brows furrowing slightly.
"You'll be following behind me; something's strange about this place."
Qing Sanyang stood with his gun in hand, his divine sense sweeping across every corner of the hall like a net, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Father, he didn't run far, and he can't escape."
Qingfeng looked confidently at the stinking pool.
No one in this world understands Xuan Gu's cunning better than him, nor does anyone know Xuan Gu's weaknesses better than him.
"He is now a remnant soul who mainly cultivates ghost cultivation techniques, and his escape is even more unpredictable than that of a cultivator with a physical body."
However, this place has been sealed off by my magic array, so he can't escape. He's probably hiding in some dark corner.
As Qingfeng spoke, he walked to the edge of the pool.
"That old ghost was struck by lightning. Although it did not directly destroy his soul, he hastily abandoned his body and was also impacted by the aftershocks of the lightning, so his vital energy must have been greatly damaged."
Qing Sanyang stayed by Qing Feng's side, protecting him at all times.
"There should be another secret room beneath this pool."
Qingfeng waved his hand and cast a spell, drawing all the water from the pool and putting it into a bowl-shaped magical vessel.
Besides magical treasures, he also possessed many special magical artifacts, such as a golden throne, but most of them had strange functions and he didn't use them often.
The special feature of this alms bowl is that it can hold water, and can only hold water.
After draining the pool, he released a sword aura towards the bottom of the pool.
"Click."
A stone slab at the bottom of the pool, which seemed no different from its surroundings, shattered with a crack.
Then a dark hole, just wide enough for one person to pass through, was revealed, extending downwards.
Below the cave entrance, a rich and pure aura of darkness emanated from the cave.
"Hmph, that old devil is quite good at hiding things. But, Feng'er, how did you know there was a secret passage here?"
Qing Sanyang was somewhat puzzled, since he hadn't discovered anything strange about the bottom of the pool when he had just investigated.
"Hehe, Dad, I'm confused. There aren't any other large spaces around here. If I were that old devil, I would definitely have placed my escape route nearby."
Qingfeng walked to the cave entrance and looked down at the stairs.
"You're quite clever. Follow me, let's go and find this old devil."
The Purple Sky Crimson Thunder Spear in Qing Sanyang's hand blazed with lightning, enveloping Qing Feng within it.
The two followed the stairs into a deeper, more secret chamber.
The steps extend downwards, reaching the bottom in just over ten feet.
What came into view was a secret room, slightly smaller than the main hall above.
In the center of the secret chamber stands an ancient, black altar.
The altar was covered with dense, eerie runes, which were now shimmering with a dark light, gathering the yin energy from the ground.
At this moment, in the center of the altar, a much thinner mass of eerie black energy, as if it might dissipate at any moment, was fluctuating violently.
"Who are you?! How did you know I was here?"
Even if it were extremely Yin, he shouldn't be able to know!
Seeing the two who had chased him in, Xuan Gu asked in disbelief.
"Master Xuan Gu—Xiao Cha, hmm, are you going to die yourself, or shall I send you on your way?"
Qingfeng poked his head out from behind his father and asked with a smile.