novelapdf Chapter 562 Let's fight! Let's clash!
Chapter 562 Let's fight! Let's clash!
"Fine, let's fight!"
The moment Chen Fan finished speaking, Old Monster Chi moved.
At this moment, the late-stage Nascent Soul Blood Path cultivation erupted without reservation. His crimson robe billowed in the wind, and blood light surged out from his body like a tide, dyeing half the sky dark red.
With a grab of his right hand, a blood-red streak transformed into a giant python, its gaping maw snapping down at Chen Fan's head.
With his left hand forming a hand seal, three extremely yang talismans flew out from his sleeve, hanging in a triangular shape above his head, radiating a blazing golden light like the sun.
The Supreme Yang Talisman is a fourth-tier superior talisman specifically designed to counter evil spirits and demons. It is formed by condensing the supreme Yang power of heaven and earth and has a natural restraining effect on magical treasures and techniques such as soul banners, evil spirits, and ghosts.
In order to deal with Chen Fan, Old Monster Chi did not hesitate to use the Blood River Sect's most treasured reserves. The value of these three talismans combined was no less than tens of thousands of mid-grade spirit stones.
The crimson python and the golden light of supreme yang pressed down simultaneously, and a hissing, corrosive sound filled the air!
That was the reaction produced by the collision between the power of pure Yang and the Yin energy dissipated from the Black Soul Banner.
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Old Monster Chi's mouth; this was the moment he had been waiting for.
No matter how powerful the Black Soul Banner is, it is ultimately an evil object, and its power will be reduced by at least 30% under the restraint of the Supreme Yang Talisman.
Without the support of a magic weapon, a mere early-stage Core Formation cultivator is no match for him.
Han Yueshan's expression changed, and he was about to step forward to help when a cyan sword light blocked his way.
"Lord Han, your opponent is me." Zhou Yuanhua held a long sword that was entirely emerald green, with faint arcs of electricity crackling across its blade.
A cold smile played on his lips as his sword intent, at the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, acted like an invisible chain, firmly locking Han Yueshan in place.
Han Yueshan's face darkened, and the iron crown, infused with spiritual power, emitted a dark golden light, transforming into a semi-transparent shield in front of him.
He said coldly, "Zhou Yuanhua, your Yunzhou has no prior enmity with my Huangzhou, why should you act as a pawn for Leizhou?"
"No enmity whatsoever?" Zhou Yuanhua's cold smile suddenly turned into a ferocious grin. "That Chen behind you killed my Yunzhou disciple at Zhou Dehai's residence and caused my Yin Bone Junior Brother to perish. You call that no enmity whatsoever? Today, if I don't tear this man to pieces, I, Zhou Yuanhua, swear I'm not a human being!"
Before he finished speaking, the emerald green longsword in his hand had already transformed into countless sword shadows, enveloping Han Yueshan.
The two were evenly matched in cultivation. The clash between their sword intent and the iron crown shield produced a series of metallic clangs, and for a time neither could gain the upper hand.
Ma Chengkong's situation is even worse.
He was besieged by three Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the Blood River Sect. Blood spears, blood souls, and blood flames surged from all directions, forcing him to release all the fierce ghosts from his jade ruler to protect himself and retreat step by step, leaving him no time to worry about anything else.
The seven Nascent Soul cultivators from the Desolate State and the four Nascent Soul cultivators from Liang State were also entangled by their opponents.
Jin Jian Zhenren fought two Leizhou sword cultivators alone, his golden sword light darting left and right through the blood mist!
Tie Zhenshan and Sha Wanli stood back to back against the successive attacks of the three Yunzhou body cultivators, while Yao Daoren, Lei Yin Shangren, and Ling Xuzi were each entangled in their own battles and were unable to spare any attention.
Qin Dao was being overwhelmed by two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Seven or eight cracks had appeared on his armor, and blood was flowing down the seams. However, his tiger-like eyes still shone with ferocity. Every slash he made was a suicide attack, forcing his opponents to stay away.
The edge of the dense forest was transformed into a chaotic battlefield, with the roar of magical artifacts, the explosions of spells, and the angry shouts and screams of cultivators all intertwined, turning this ancient forest, which had been silent for countless years, upside down.
At the very center of the battlefield, the duel between Chen Fan and Old Monster Chi had reached a fever pitch.
The Black Soul Banner transformed into a three-zhang-long giant banner and was planted in front of Chen Fan. The black threads on the banner surface poured out like a torrential rain and collided fiercely with the blood-red giant python in mid-air.
The golden light of the Supreme Yang Talisman shone on the black silk threads, emitting a hissing burning sound. The black mist melted away as soon as it was illuminated by the golden light, just like ice and snow meeting the sun.
However, how could a mere three Supreme Yang Talismans suppress the millions of souls within the Black Soul Banner?
Visibly, after a layer of black mist dissolves from the Black Soul Banner, a new layer is added to fill the gap, seemingly endless and ever-renewing.
The smile on Old Monster Chi's face gradually froze.
He had thought that the Supreme Yang Talisman could disintegrate the Yin energy of the Black Soul Banner within a few breaths, but the Yin energy of the black banner in front of him was far more concentrated than he had imagined!
The golden light of the Supreme Yang Talisman not only failed to suppress the black banner, but was instead devoured by the Yin energy on the black banner. The golden light on the three Supreme Yang Talismans was dimming at a visible speed.
"How is this possible?" Old Monster Chi was secretly shocked, but his hands did not slow down at all.
He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the Supreme Yang Talisman. The golden light on the three talismans suddenly surged, creating a stalemate with the black banner.
At the same time, he waved his hands repeatedly, and three more blood-red spears flew out from behind him, bypassing the front of the black banner and stabbing towards Chen Fan from the left, right and top of his head.
He wanted to force Chen Fan to withdraw the black banner to protect himself.
As soon as the black banner is withdrawn, the Supreme Yang Talisman can penetrate deep into the area and burn Chen Fan and the black banner together to ashes.
As Chen Fan had expected, he retrieved the black banner.
But the next moment, Old Monster Chi's pupils suddenly shrank.
Chen Fan did not use the black banner to block the three blood spears.
With a slight shift of his foot, he moved three feet to the side like a ghost. Three blood spears grazed his clothes and struck the ancient trees behind him, blasting the three trees, each as thick as several people could hug, into countless fragments.
At the same time, he threw the Black Soul Banner into the air, made a hand seal, and the black mist on the banner suddenly contracted and condensed, transforming into a jet-black spear.
The spear was entirely black, with countless twisted soul faces faintly visible on its shaft, slowly moving about, emanating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
The next second, Chen Fan gripped the spear and hurled it fiercely towards the direction of the Crimson Monster.
The black spear shot through the air at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive.
The golden light of the Supreme Yang Talisman shone on the black spear, but was instead devoured by the Yin energy on the spear. The moment the golden light touched the black spear, it was like a drop of water falling on a red-hot iron plate, turning into white mist with a hiss and dissipating.
The three Supreme Yang Talismans trembled simultaneously, and several fine cracks appeared on their surfaces.
Old Monster Chi's expression changed drastically. As he retreated rapidly, he used his hands to create seven or eight blood-red barriers in front of him.
The black spear slowed down slightly after breaking through six barriers, and was finally stopped at the seventh barrier.
Before Old Monster Chi could even catch his breath, Chen Fan had already grasped the second black spear.
This time it wasn't just one, but three guns fired in quick succession.
Old Monster Chi hurriedly and awkwardly dodged and parried, his previous composure completely gone.
You must know that he has lived for over a thousand years, fought against late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, and also battled against Soul Dao cultivators, but he has never seen anyone use the Soul Banner to such a superb degree.
In this man's hands, the black banner was not a magical artifact, but rather an extension of his body!
In his view, this person was definitely not in the early stage of Core Formation.