Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 681 - 324: Fighting Alone Against Two Nascent Soul True Monarchs

Chapter 681: Chapter 324: Fighting Alone Against Two Nascent Soul True Monarchs

Accompanied by a deafening boom, the purple-blue light membrane of the Third-rank Array trembled violently, followed by large cracks.

In just a moment, it completely shattered.

The array was damaged, local regions darkened abruptly, and it collapsed instantly.

"Elder Yan, Elder Yan!"

"That group of mysterious cultivators is attacking again."

An elder with a haggard face hurriedly rushed into the forbidden area, reporting the situation to Xu Ping who was in seclusion, his voice filled with panic.

Xu Ping furrowed his brows slightly but showed no sign of panic.

He quickly abandoned his sword practice posture, the Sword Qi at his fingertips retracted, the green light contained, returning to normalcy.

His blue robe fluttered in the wind, stepping on Escape Light, he flashed and flew out of the forbidden area, straight into the sky.

Above the clouds, the sky was high and the earth vast, the view expansive.

Xu Ping’s gaze was like lightning, surveying the distant horizon where a black spiritual ship emitted a huge spiritual pressure, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"A Quasi-Fourth Rank Spiritual Ship?"

Xu Ping looked at the enormous Spirit Crystal Cannon on the ship, flickering with sinister red light, and felt slightly shocked.

A Quasi-Fourth Rank Spiritual Ship is expensive, with complex craftsmanship, not to mention equipped with such a powerful Spirit Crystal Cannon.

Even on today’s battlefield between the Great Xia Country and Great Yu Country, such a ship is definitely considered a strategic asset.

The energy behind deploying such a ship to assault the Purple Essence Ore vein is imaginable.

Is it the Tu Royal Family?

Or the Red Gauze Sect?

Or perhaps a conspiracy between the two?"

Despite the myriad of thoughts in Xu Ping’s mind, he still issued his command in an orderly manner, "Form the defensive array!"

As an essential asset of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the guarding disciples of the Purple Essence Ore vein were carefully selected elite.

Despite the brief chaos experienced earlier, under Xu Ping’s command, a structured defense was quickly organized.

However, the offensive from the other side was even fiercer.

Golden Core cultivators flew out from the spiritual ship, each summoning their own magical treasures, casting magic, divine techniques, and unleashing them upon the array like a cascade of stars.

Boom! Zizi!

The collision of magic treasures and arrays, the clash of divine techniques and restrictions, reverberated with deafening noise, like rolling thunder.

"Elder Yan! The array is consuming energy intensely. With the spirit vein here and our manpower shortage, I fear we can’t hold for even an incense stick’s worth of time!"

The Third-rank Upper Grade Array Master in charge of array operations—an old man with white hair and beard—urgently transmitted his voice to Xu Ping.

"An incense stick?"

Xu Ping shook his head secretly.

As a peak Array Master of the Third-rank Upper Grade, his understanding of arrays was deeper than anyone present, and he naturally knew the situation was even less optimistic than the old Array Master described.

Now the core nodes of the great array had begun to destabilize, the cycle of spiritual power was not smooth, and forcibly maintaining it would only accelerate its collapse.

If he doesn’t intervene, this Quasi-Fourth Rank Great Array could at most last another quarter of an hour before being destroyed by external forces, disintegrating into nothing.

"I do want to see what else you have up your sleeve." A hint of coldness flashed in Xu Ping’s eyes.

Knowing there was certainly a trap in this, his exceptional skills imbued him with courage, and he decided to act.

After all, with the Puppet Array and Escape Talisman at hand, there was absolutely no concern regarding self-preservation.

Moreover, he also wanted to discover who was plotting against him.

Thinking of this, Xu Ping’s gaze sharpened, his figure flickered, transforming into a stream of azure light, instantaneously appearing at the forefront of the array, confronting the overwhelming attack.

"Suppress!"

Xu Ping’s eyes were like lightning, with a coldness shooting forth from his pupils, a powerful force of blood and vitality surged from within him, sweeping the surroundings like a tide.

The overwhelming magic and divine techniques involuntarily retreated a few paces under this force.

Subsequently, Xu Ping lightly waved his sleeve, and a quasi-Fourth Rank puppet, entirely dark gold and lifelike, suddenly appeared in the void.

Under Xu Ping’s control via Divine Sense, the puppet moved smoothly as if alive, its right hand forming a void grip, the left hand pulling the string, a dazzling arrow manifested, its brilliance akin to a mini sun.

Swish!

The bowstring released, changing instantly.

The arrow transformed into a blinding spiritual light, bursting forth with brilliant divine splendor, resembling the descent of a celestial body.

The speed of the arrow was extreme and, apart from the two hidden Nascent Soul True Monarchs, almost no one could react in time.

Yet when the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs intended to assist, it was already too late.

A Golden Core cultivator who had just summoned his flying sword wasn’t even able to change his expression before the arrow hit his forehead directly.

In an instant.

His entire being seemed devoured by the sun, turning to powder amidst a piercingly miserable scream.

Terrifyingly, after piercing the Golden Core cultivator, the arrow’s potency remained undiminished, continuing straight for the Quasi-Fourth Rank Spiritual Ship, as if intending to pierce through the entire vessel.

"Hmph!"

At that moment, a cold snort like thunder rang from the direction of the spiritual ship, resonating across the land, causing the surrounding clouds to shatter.

Ripples danced in the void, as a giant hand of mana coalesced from thin air, its body flickering with spiritual light, containing infinite variations.

This large hand of mana casually grasped, explosively crushing the dazzling arrow.

"Yan Ruchen, what does bullying Golden Core cultivators with your divine techniques and power prove? How about the two of us play with you?"

A hoarse voice emanated from the void, bearing an air of condescension.

Before the voice faded, peculiar ripples stirred in the void, two figures shrouded in black mist materializing, appearing like smoke and fog.

These two didn’t deliberately release their pressure, yet they caused the entire realm to stagnate, their aura sharp as blades and swords.

"Two Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators?"

Xu Ping slightly narrowed his eyes, sensing their auras, rapidly assessing the opposing duo’s strength and level of peril.