Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 682 - 324: Fighting Alone Against Two Nascent Soul True Monarchs (Part 2)
Soon, even the last trace of worry in his heart dissipated.
Two ordinary Early-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators, even if they joined forces, could do nothing to him.
However, the disciples of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons at the Purple Essence Ore vein reacted completely differently; their faces ashen, an endless despair welled up within them.
"It’s over!"
"There are actually two Nascent Soul cultivators!"
These disciples knew that, let alone Elder Yan, a Golden Core cultivator, even True Monarch Lan Ling or the Earth Elephant Demon Monarch would probably only have the option to flee when facing the combined power of two Nascent Soul True Monarchs.
"Who are you two, why hide and attack my Valley of Ten Thousand Demons’ mines?"
"Could you be spies sent by the Great Yu Country to disrupt the peace of the Great Xia Country?" Xu Ping asked coldly.
These words were purely nonsensical, just an attempt to probe the other party’s background.
"Hmph!"
The black-robed Nascent Soul cultivator let out a cold laugh, his voice as jarring as metal scraping, "You can go to hell and ask!"
Without any room for negotiation, this Nascent Soul cultivator waved his sleeve, and a nine-story pagoda emitting an ancient glow flew out from his sleeve.
Once it appeared, the pagoda expanded against the wind, rapidly growing gigantic like a small mountain, its imposing aura pressing in all directions.
Boom!
The nine-story pagoda suddenly unleashed a circle of gleaming, gold-speckled, gray-blue light, illuminating the entire sky.
This light was as solid as substance, completely engulfing Xu Ping, forming an independent space prison.
In an instant, a pressure as if ten thousand tons were pressing down burdened him, as if he bore the weight of a hundred thousand mountains, making movement extremely difficult.
"A sealing-type spirit treasure?"
Xu Ping narrowed his eyes, his heart secretly vigilant, "It seems they came prepared."
This type of magical treasure was clearly a nemesis to a Body Cultivator like him, even making his near Fourth Rank formidable physique feel significant pressure.
Taking advantage of the moment when Xu Ping was suppressed by the nine-story pagoda, another Nascent Soul cultivator clad in a moon-white robe made his move.
"Die!"
With a cold shout, the moon-white robed cultivator summoned a black inkstone.
This inkstone was clearly no ordinary object; entirely jet black like ink, yet it emitted a strange, blood-red glow, surrounded by countless twisted, wailing ghostly souls.
This was evidently a demonic path spirit treasure refined from the blood essence of countless living beings!
The black inkstone instantly transformed into a beam of dark light, carrying overwhelming power, fiercely striking Xu Ping who was being suppressed.
At this sight, some disciples of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons in the Purple Essence Ore vein had already closed their eyes in despair.
However, the suppressed Xu Ping did not show any panic on his face; instead, he appeared calm and composed, his eyes as tranquil as an ancient well.
From the moment the other party made their move, he had already activated the Purple Soul Ghost Armor and simultaneously performed the Armor Refining Skill.
Purple halos flickered on his body, his blood and qi powerfully circulating within, constructing a defense as impenetrable as copper walls and iron forts.
Boom!
The black inkstone violently collided with Xu Ping, erupting with a deafening explosion.
Xu Ping’s figure was sent flying dozens of meters by the tremendous force.
But to everyone’s shock, when Xu Ping regained his footing, he was completely unharmed!
Such defensive power was utterly astonishing, beyond the imagination of everyone present.
"How... how is that possible?" The moon-white robed cultivator controlling the black inkstone was stunned.
He knew that his demonic path spirit treasure was even more potent than ordinary spirit treasures.
Even if a regular Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator was directly hit, they would suffer significant injury. How could it not harm the opponent at all?
What kind of abnormal defensive power was this?
"Long live Elder Yan!" "Incredible!"
The disciples within the array of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons were initially dumbfounded, then erupted into cheers.
The previously bleak atmosphere was instantly swept away, replaced by surging combat spirit and hope.
Xu Ping steadied himself, looked up at the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, a faint mocking smile on his lips: "Is this all you’ve got?"
"Courting death!"
The two Nascent Soul True Monarchs were furious upon hearing this, their expressions changing drastically, their eyes full of overwhelming murderous intent.
They prided themselves on their Nascent Soul status, looking down on all beings, and had never been so disdainfully treated by a Golden Core cultivator before.
The black-robed cultivator struck with his palm, the nine-story pagoda immediately releasing an even more powerful suppressive force, layer upon layer, as if divine might had descended.
At the same time, the moon-white robed cultivator chanted incantations, and the black inkstone began absorbing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, growing ever larger.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a small mountain, its surface covered in blood-red runes, evil qi soaring to the heavens.
Both the black-robed cultivator and the moon-white robed cultivator attacked together, their offensive overwhelmingly fierce, Spiritual Power in the heavens and earth churning like a vast ocean.
The domineering nine-story pagoda and the eerie black inkstone alternately bombarded Xu Ping, holding him firmly in suppression.
However, to the confusion of the two Nascent Soul cultivators,
Despite their full efforts and unleashing all their techniques, Xu Ping remained unshakable, his body wreathed in purple light as if forged from divine iron, impervious to any form of attack.
"This guy’s defense is almost monstrous!"
The black-robed cultivator frowned deeply, a trace of solemnity and confusion in his eyes.
He had already used all his strength, yet still could not budge the opponent, this was simply baffling.
"We can’t drag it on any longer."The moon-white robed cultivator transmitted in a low voice, a hint of urgency in his tone.
According to their plan, they needed to resolve the opponent quickly to avoid complications.
After all, what they were doing couldn’t be exposed to the light!
"Understood!"
The black-robed cultivator nodded, then turned his right hand over, revealing a broken star-like magical treasure bathed in a bloody light, emanating a heart-palpitating aura.
