I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 126 - 112: Destroying the Sect in One Battle!
The other hand held a feather fan, its surface flowing with red, orange, yellow, green, and blue flames—the Five-Colored Treasure Flame Fan, his Lifebound Magical Artifact, a Quasi-Tier Three Spiritual Artifact.
Only the spirit patterns on the fan’s bones were not fully lit because he had not been a Master Fake Pill for long and hadn’t completely nurtured it into a Tier Three Magical Treasure.
As Li Yuan chanted continuously, pinching a spell, the Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron suddenly expanded to over ten feet in size, spewing a hazy cold air that formed an ice wall in front of him.
The Five-Colored Treasure Flame Fan waved lightly, and a red tongue of fire shot out like a spiritual snake, heading straight for the Demon Fork.
Venerable Black Demon snorted disdainfully; the Demon Fork swept horizontally, the dark blue Karmic Fire clashing with the red flames, producing a sizzling annihilation sound.
His left hand quietly sealed, a pitch-black jade cup appeared in his palm, containing a dark green liquid, which was his Lifebound Magical Treasure, a Tier Three Demon Artifact, the Soul-Devouring Ink Jade Bowl.
"Buzz——"
The jade cup trembled slightly, an almost inaudible demonic sound pervaded the air, drilling into Li Yuan’s sea of consciousness like a bone-attached maggot.
"Hmm?"
Li Yuan suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his sea of consciousness, as if countless fine needles were piercing it.
He quickly urged the Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron, and the dragon phantom flew out, coiling around to protect his sea of consciousness.
Only then did he realize the opponent was launching a divine sense attack, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Venerable Black Demon’s demonic sound was so strange that it bypassed magical treasures to directly attack his divine sense.
While he was distracted, Venerable Black Demon advanced close.
The Demon Fork, with the force of a thousand pounds, stabbed toward the ice wall,
"Crack!"
The ice wall formed by cold air shattered instantly.
Li Yuan took advantage of the force to retreat, waving the Five-Colored Treasure Flame Fan repeatedly, weaving a net of five-colored firelight to try and block the opponent’s advance.
"Clang!"
The Demon Fork collided with the fire net, and the Karmic Fire instantly devoured the red flames, leaving a crack on the fan surface from the shock.
Li Yuan felt his vital energy and blood surging, the azure light of the Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron dimming significantly.
He hadn’t been a Fake Pill for long, his manipulation of various Tier Three techniques was not yet skilled, and the opponent was a Golden Core Demon Cultivator, with bizarre demon techniques and secret techniques of extraordinary power.
As the suppressive force of the grand array decreased, Venerable Black Demon’s demonic flames soared into the sky, pushing Li Yuan completely to a disadvantage.
Venerable Black Demon’s eyes flashed with a cruel smile, as the Soul-Devouring Ink Jade Bowl trembled lightly again.
This time, the demonic sound transformed into a pitch-black spike, accompanied by the dark demon god silhouette behind him, the two combined to form a divine sense shockwave indistinguishable to the naked eye.
Li Yuan’s sea of consciousness was like a lone boat in a stormy sea, and the dragon phantom let out a painful wail, shattering more than half.
"No!"
Li Yuan’s heart spirit shook violently, and a momentary trance appeared before his eyes.
It was this moment of delay that allowed Venerable Black Demon to advance close, with Li Yuan forced to raise the cauldron to block the sweeping Demon Fork.
"Clang——"
The Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron was sent flying, the dragon phantom shattering into pieces.
Venerable Black Demon lifted his left hand, and the dark green liquid in the Soul-Devouring Ink Jade Bowl transformed into a long whip, wrapping around Li Yuan’s waist.
"Ah!"
The ink ignited upon contact, not burning his flesh but directly corroding his divine soul.
Li Yuan let out a horrifying scream, with his sea of consciousness gnawed upon by thousands of poisonous insects, and the Five-Colored Treasure Flame Fan flew from his hand, dispersing into streaks of light in the air.
Venerable Black Demon approached with a grim smile, his right hand transforming into a black claw covered in scales, pressing towards Li Yuan’s head with a sharp whistle that tore through the air.
The Cold Flood Dragon Qian Spirit Cauldron flew back at that moment, but he kicked it away, the cauldron slamming heavily into the city wall with a mournful wail.
"Splat!"
Blood sprayed like a fountain as Li Yuan’s head was forcibly taken.
In his last moments, Li Yuan felt profound regret for his earlier overconfidence, with only a trace of solace that the Li Clan’s best seed was still in the sect.
Venerable Black Demon seized Li Yuan’s head, snatching the array order from his hand and crushing it fiercely.
"Boom——"
The grand array of West River Immortal City collapsed instantly, and with the loss of the array’s protection, the cultivators in the city fell into despair.
Venerable Black Demon floated in mid-air, his voice filled with a cruel smile:
"Kill! Bathe this city in blood! Then join me in sweeping through all the Spirit Vein Dojos of the Western Border; I will use blood sacrifices to enhance the power of my magical treasures!"
The demon cultivators howled into the city, screams and cries echoing, blood staining the streets, turning the once-prosperous Immortal City into a hell on earth.
...
Meanwhile, the Qinghua Sect’s Mountain Protection Array had long been activated.
A light blue membrane, like an inverted glazed bowl, enveloped the entire sect, with array patterns flowing like a star river. Each line contained heavy spiritual qi from deep within the earth veins, releasing a dauntingly oppressive aura.
This was the Thunderfire Mountain-Suppression Linked Array, capable of invoking celestial thunder and earth fire, even manifesting thousand-foot mountains for both offense and defense, forming the foundation of the Qinghua Sect’s standing in Chu Country.
Outside the Piaomiao Peak’s council hall, Hua Taixuan held the Qinghua Heaven-Shining Seal, its body carved with the sun, moon, and stars, emitting a gentle azure light.
Above his head floated the Five-Colored Canopy, its radiant colors forming an impenetrable barrier around him, with seven cyan banners around him, their runes flashing.
This was Qinghua Sect’s Three Treasures—Five-Colored Canopy, Qinghua Heaven-Shining Seal, Seven Wheels and Seven Revolutions Divine Light Banner.
His aura surged with spirit light, thick and vast like mountains and seas, clearly ready for a bloody battle.
Chen Sheng retreated to the core area of Piaomiao Peak, with dozens of Tier Three Spiritual Materials in front of him—a thousand-year-old Snow Lotus, Vermilion Fruit, Profound Iron Essence...
He held the Black Dragon Cauldron, its fire blooming like a lotus flower, each leap emitting rich pill fragrance, rapidly refining Tier Three Healing and Replenishing Essence Pills.
The upcoming battle was bound to be brutal, and these elixirs might just provide a glimmer of hope for victory.
Three Fake Pill Cultivators also each presented their magical treasures, making serious preparations.
