novelapdf Chapter 560 The Myriad Black Soul Banner Displays Its Power for the First Time!
Chapter 560 The Myriad Black Soul Banner Displays Its Power for the First Time!
With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Fan unleashed a dense cloud of black mist from the Black Soul Banner, which transformed into countless pitch-black arms that bound the blood soul along with its body.
After being refined in the golden bowl, the Black Soul Banner had been upgraded to a late-stage Nascent Soul magic weapon. The tearing power of the millions of souls within the banner was terrifying. The blood soul was sucked into the banner before it could even struggle for long in the black mist.
The blood-robed cultivator's mind was connected to his blood soul. The moment his blood soul was devoured, he was struck as if by a heavy blow and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He suddenly looked up at Chen Fan, his eyes filled with disbelief!
How could a cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation possess a soul-path magic weapon in the late stage of Nascent Soul?
How is that possible!
However, his shock lasted less than a moment.
Chen Fan planted the Black Soul Banner in the ground, and the banner suddenly grew to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters). Countless black threads shot out from the banner, covering the entire valley like a giant spider web.
The blood souls that were besieging the cultivators of Huangzhou and Liangzhou let out a shrill scream the moment they were entangled by the black threads, and were sucked into the banner one after another.
The blood-red soul banner in the blood-robed cultivator's hand dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a few breaths it turned from a magic weapon of the mid-stage Nascent Soul stage into a tattered cloth devoid of any spiritual energy.
He screamed in agony as the Soul Banner exploded, the backlash shattering his meridians and sending him plummeting from mid-air.
The black threads on the Black Soul Banner followed closely, wrapping him into a black cocoon. A few muffled screams came from inside the cocoon before silence was uttered.
A dim nascent soul emerged from the black cocoon, attempting to escape, but was caught in mid-air by a giant hand formed from the black mist on the Black Soul Banner, and stuffed into the banner.
A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, whose soul and spirit were completely destroyed.
The entire room fell silent.
Whether they were Nascent Soul cultivators from the desolate Liangzhou or Nascent Soul cultivators from the Blood River Sect, they were all frozen in place.
A cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation used a black banner to devour the blood soul of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, destroyed a soul-path magic treasure of the same level, and then collected the soul of the treasure's owner as well!
This can no longer be described as simply unbelievable.
For the first time, Old Monster Chi's expression changed.
He stared intently at the three-zhang-tall black banner, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes, but more so, fear.
He could sense that the black banner was a top-grade magic weapon from the late Nascent Soul stage, and it was very likely an extremely yin and evil object that had devoured millions of souls.
If he can obtain this banner, his status in the Blood River Sect will surely rise to a higher level.
But the most important thing right now is not to seize the treasure, but to retreat.
This person, with only Core Formation cultivation, was able to use a late-stage Nascent Soul magic weapon to kill the strongest soul cultivator under his command. If this person is also hiding his true cultivation level...
A chill ran down his spine upon further thought. Without hesitation, the Crimson Monster feigned an attack, forcing Han Yueshan and Ma Chengkong back, before retreating dozens of feet, shouting sharply, "Retreat!"
The remaining five Nascent Soul cultivators of the Blood River Sect suddenly realized what was happening and quickly retrieved their magical artifacts, fleeing towards the direction of Old Monster Crimson.
Before leaving, Old Monster Chi gave Chen Fan a deep look, a cold light flashing in his sinister old eyes. Then he transformed into a blood-red rainbow and disappeared into the end of the valley in the blink of an eye.
The stench of blood lingered in the valley, and the massive corpse of the Crimson Flame Python was still emitting wisps of smoke. Several mutilated corpses left behind by the Blood River Sect cultivators lay scattered haphazardly on the scorched earth.
But no one cared about any of that at the moment; everyone's eyes were on the same person.
Chen Fan had already put away the Black Soul Banner. The pitch-black banner, which was three zhang tall, shrank back to its normal size and was casually tucked into his waistband.
His clean, beardless face remained expressionless, as if he had just killed not a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, but a fly blocking his way.
Jin Jian Zhenren was the first to come to his senses.
The sword cultivator, the leader of the seven sects in the desolate state, looked at Chen Fan with a complex expression in his eyes.
Back when Chen Fan broke Zhao Wuji's sword move with a single finger outside the Desolate Continent City, he felt that this boy was extraordinary, but he never expected that this "extraordinary" was to such an extent.
A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was killed without hesitation, and the killer even used a Soul Dao magic weapon!
In his view, this young man's true trump cards are probably far more than these.
He remained silent for a moment, then simply cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Chen Fan, without saying anything.
The Taoist priest stroked his white beard, a hint of lingering fear flashing in his eyes.
He had already realized that Chen Mu was no ordinary person during the Great Competition in the Wilderness State, but he still underestimated his opponent.
Fortunately, Hundred Herbs Valley did not offend this person too much back then, otherwise the black banner today would probably not have been collected by the Blood River Sect.
Tie Zhenshan and Sha Wanli exchanged a glance. The two body cultivators, who had previously been quite hostile towards Chen Fan, now had no trace of their arrogance.
Especially Sha Wanli, who had previously hated Chen Fan to the bone because of Duan Heng's death, now saw that even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator had been drained dry by that black banner, and his desire for revenge vanished instantly.
Lei Yin Shangren and Ling Xuzi were filled with surprise and doubt, and their gazes toward Chen Fan held a newfound respect.
Master Feihe sat atop a white crane, a meaningful smile playing on his aged face. He had long recognized this man's extraordinary nature, and this merely confirmed his initial suspicions.
Liangzhou was completely silent.
Ma Chengkong stood rooted to the spot, his face as if it had been plastered with glue. The four Nascent Soul cultivators from Liangzhou behind him didn't dare to breathe, looking at Chen Fan as if he were some kind of prehistoric beast.
Ma Chengkong swallowed hard, his gaze lingering for a moment on the black banner at Chen Fan's waist. A barely perceptible glint of greed flashed in his triangular eyes, quickly replaced by a deeper sense of apprehension.
Judging from the fact that the black banner could devour the soul of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator in a matter of breaths, it must be a soul-path magic weapon of at least the late-Nascent Soul stage, or even possibly the Great Perfection stage.
If he could get his hands on it, his status in Liangzhou would surely be at its zenith.
But he quickly dismissed the idea!
After all, someone who can wield such a magical weapon is definitely not someone like him to mess with.
Han Yueshan retrieved the iron crown and landed it beside Chen Fan.
He looked at Chen Fan, his expression shifting several times before finally settling into a bitter laugh: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you've really kept this well hidden..."
Qin Dao grinned widely and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I, Qin Dao, have been calling you brother for so many days, and it turns out you are the real God of Slaughter! From now on, if you need anything, just let me know, and I, Qin Dao, will never hesitate!"
Han Yueshan straightened his clothes, bowed to Chen Fan again, and spoke in a more solemn tone than before:
"Minister Chen, from this day forward, the position of Deputy City Lord of Desolate Continent City will remain vacant. After the national competition concludes, I will personally submit a petition to the court to appoint you. Do not refuse; with your abilities, this position is already beneath you."
Chen Fan gave a slight bow.
"You flatter me, City Lord. Right now, we should first assess the casualties and regroup our troops. It's too early to talk about such things."
Han Yueshan nodded repeatedly: "What Elder Chen said is right, I will follow your arrangements."
His tone even carried a hint of inferiority.