1336: C1336 Soul Taking

C1336 Soul Taking

Su Baicheng was a Peak of Ninth Layer expert and even though he was an itinerant cultivator, he had his own experience and wisdom to be able to survive until today. At this moment, Su Baicheng was using the Heaven-Shattering Scripture and channeling all of his mana into it. The air immediately became incomparably violent.

The countless hurricane particles mixed together before exploding again.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Chen Qingyang continued to freeze, but he was still unable to withstand the carpet explosion of the hurricane particles. At this time, Monk Linghui did not dare to go out. No matter how strong Monk Linghui was, he would not be able to withstand such an explosion.

Chen Qingyang did not even dare to recklessly use his Netherworld Painting, as he was afraid that the explosion of the hurricane particles would cause the group of ghosts to turn into ashes. He thought that he would be struck by an autumn wind, but to think that this fellow's sacred art would be so incredible. His mana is far more powerful than mine, and if we continue to fight like this, I am destined to suffer a loss. "

Chen Qingyang suddenly had a plan in his mind in the midst of a crisis.

"Great Thunderclap Ascending Golden Light!" Chen Qingyang quickly made the group of demons pray sincerely. Within the Netherworld Painting, the Golden Light Talisman suddenly glowed with golden light. When Chen Qingyang cast the spell, the golden light illuminated the earth rapidly.

The golden light was not only aimed at humans and animals, but it also had an effect on the origin of these hurricane particles. In the blink of an eye, the laws of the Great Dao within the tornado particles were transformed by the golden light.

The hurricane particles surrounding Chen Qingyang began to dissipate.

Wherever the golden light shone, all of the hurricane particles melted rapidly like snow encountering volcanic magma.

"What is this weird thing?" Su Baicheng was surprised. He quickly retracted his Void Crusher. In his heart, he knew that continuing to use it would be a waste of his energy.

However, Chen Qingyang did not intend to use the Golden Light to convert Su Baicheng. That was ridiculous, he definitely didn't have the ability to convert an expert like Su Baicheng. He might even suffer from the other party's Spiritual Force's backlash, causing him to be seriously injured. Perhaps if he was wrong, the other side would be able to take the initiative, and even Su Baicheng would be the one to convert him.

"Netherworld Painting!" The moment Su Baicheng retracted his ability, Chen Qingyang immediately activated his Netherworld Painting!

At that moment, the top of Su Baicheng's head turned black.

He was already trapped inside the Netherworld Painting.

Su Baicheng immediately lost sight of Chen Qingyang. He only felt that his surroundings were pitch-black with an endless amount of netherworld spiritual energy roiling around. Countless ghosts were wailing in pain.

The sound was small at first, but it grew louder and louder.

Chen Qingyang was secretly presiding over the eighteen layers of the Heavenly Netherworld Great Formation. At this time, Blood, Black, Elemental Spirit of Netherworld, and Star Elemental Spirit, all of the ghosts and gods followed the Spell Formation's movements and emitted a loud voice.

These loud voices formed a grey mist that surrounded Su Baicheng.

An illusion immediately appeared in Su Baicheng's eyes. He felt dizzy, as if countless evil spirits were pulling at him.

"What magic treasure is this?" Su Baicheng paled. He was in the cultivation level, but he was actually bewitched by this sound. Moreover, there was a sharp pain that tore at his brain.

The voices of the ghosts and gods became fiercer and fiercer. This voice had a great origin, it was called the Celestial Ghost Curse. If he met an expert at the Early Period of Ninth Layer or below the ninth heaven. It could make it go crazy in an instant, which was only Su Baicheng's cultivation level at its peak, so he could still persevere.

"Roar!" At this moment, Su Baicheng's eyes turned blood-red. He had been famous for many years, but this was the first time that he had been forced into such a sorry state.

"Sword-washing Pool, ten thousand swords will be unleashed at the same time!" Su Baicheng also took out his own magical equipment.

The Swordwashing Pool was a Purple Gold Bowl jar. The water in the Purple Gold Bowl jar was the golden holy water, but seeing that Su Baicheng was very quick with his technique, the Purple Gold Bowl jar suddenly glowed, and then the golden water source started to flash.

In just an instant, the golden water source formed a 100 square meter vortex in the air.

From within the golden vortex, the golden liquid formed a hundred thousand golden swords that rushed out. The golden swords were incomparably ferocious and overflowing with power!

These golden swords were densely packed together. They covered the sky and blotted out the sun. They truly did kill gods and gods, Buddha and Buddha alike.

Such ferocity was something that even the golden light of the Great Prairie did not dare to flinch before. The ferocity and spirit of the golden sword could tear the golden light apart in an instant.

The ten thousand swords struck out at the same time, wanting to tear the Netherworld Painting apart.

Chen Qingyang was shocked as he never expected Su Baicheng to have such a powerful magic treasure. In the nick of time, Chen Qingyang swiftly channeled the eighteen layers of the Heavenly Netherworld Formation. The group of ghosts quickly got into position, and the great formation was immediately activated.

As a result, a black vortex appeared in the void. This black vortex was like a black hole in the universe, quickly swallowing the golden sword.

Tens of thousands of golden sword lights viciously slashed through the black vortex, the power of the sword overflowing!

Endless amounts of laws and spirit were released from the sword cluster, quickly shattering the black hole and ghost aura.

Chen Qingyang's Eighteen Heavenly Netherworld Great Array was activated. The netherworld powers of the ghosts formed a black particle storm and shattered the golden sword. However, it was obvious that this golden sword was not easy to destroy. The laws and spirit contained within it were just too tyrannical. Even though Chen Qingyang had many different types of laws, he was still unable to break the spirit of the laws that the Swordwashing Pool brought with it.

Streaks of sword spirits burst out!

A man who is a sword is shown as a hollow, and is used as an advantage; the latter is used as an advantage, and the earlier is used as an advantage. He was willing to give it a try.

Lightly risking one's life and death was the spirit of the Dao of the Sword!

Courage and ferocity. This was the spirit of the Dao of the Sword!

Quick and accurate was the spirit of the Dao of the Sword!

One man against one, invincible against all, that was the spirit of the way of the sword!

It was as if countless senior sword experts were fighting against a group of ghosts. The more they killed, the braver they became. They were unstoppable.

Evil cannot be righteous!

Chen Qingyang's eighteen layers of formations were suppressed by layers of formations. Every single black particle contained a terrifying amount of power. Even though they had exploded, they were unable to explode the killing swords.

Seeing this, Chen Qingyang's Eighteen Heavenly Netherworld Great Array was about to be broken.

At this moment, Su Baicheng was in the center of the Spell Formation and he was also protected by the group of swords. Chen Qingyang could not even get close to Su Baicheng and Wu Shuang went to deal with Su Baicheng.

Monk Linghui was also helpless.

"How preposterous!" Chen Qingyang was furious. His power had increased tremendously, and before he could even begin to display his power, he was already met with such a tough target. How could Chen Qingyang not be angry.

"Monk Linghui, you take charge of the array!" Chen Qingyang said.

Monk Linghui said, "Alright!" He immediately took over from Chen Qingyang and led the core of the formation. Under Monk Linghui's order, the formation proceeded in an orderly manner. The group of ghosts all listened to Monk Linghui's commands.

Chen Qingyang released all of his strength.

"Big Black Pill!" Chen Qingyang quickly took out his Big Black Pill.

Boom!

The Big Black Pill rushed into the sword formation, the endless sword experts immediately released their sword spirits, and began attacking the Big Black Pill. Every sword strike contained the spirit and Laws within it, and every sword strike could cause eternal damage to a person.

What is eternity?

Generally speaking, when injured, one would either die or be completely healed. However, this kind of damage was something that would never be erased. Because this was a sword with a spirit.

A person's memory can be erased, but a person's spirit and emotions can not be erased.

Chen Qingyang's mind became clear. In that moment, his Big Black Pill seemed to have turned into a hundred thousand people, each one of them was him.

The ten great abilities were all used by Chen Qingyang.

Burning Heaven Palm, Devouring the Weather, Zhantian's Leg, Hate Finger Technique, War God's Palm, and so on!

The scene was filled with intense fighting, as if it were an ancient battlefield filled with demons and monsters. This battle was tragic to the extreme. Martial Artist greedily absorbed the spirit of the martial arts on the spot. The spirit of the martial arts would eventually turn into spirit energy and fuse into the Big Black Pill. The more intense the spirit, the deeper the damage done to the enemy.2

Rumble rumble rumble!

Chen Qingyang was under the effect of two different attacks. Finally, under his attacks, the attack of the Sword Purification Pool started to slow down.

Many golden swords were destroyed by Chen Qingyang's sacred art.

It was just like an offensive and defensive battle between the two sides, Chen Qingyang had the upper hand. His opponent retreated like the tide!

"Monk Linghui, give me a hand!" Chen Qingyang roared, and then, he turned and ran into the Big Black Pill s.

"War God's Palm!"

Amidst the Big Black Pill, Chen Qingyang gathered his power and released over a thousand palm prints. At the same time, the Heavenly Demon Curse sounded.

The cacophony turned into countless runes floating in the air, quickly turning into a greyish aura. This gray aura surrounded Su Baicheng and kept attacking him. The ghost spell formed a spiritual domain and kept attacking Su Baicheng's mind.

Chen Qingyang's War God Palm was an attack launched by Martial Artist after he gathered the spirit of the ten sacred arts and formed a strong martial arts spirit!

The surging spirit energy was like smoke, in an instant, overflowing martial power could be seen in the Palmar Strength, unrivaled Warlord, willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of fate, and the battle on the battlefield invincible!

Su Baicheng was in a daze. The mental attack of this Ghost Curse was too powerful, he had to restrain himself. At the same time, he roared, "Heaven's Roar!"

BOOM!

The Celestial Ghost Curses were instantly broken.

At the same time, Chen Qingyang's Martial God Palm came crashing over. Su Baicheng quickly pulled out the Swordwashing Pool. The Swordwashing Pool formed a golden vortex in the air, which was intended to absorb all of Chen Qingyang's palm prints.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The inexhaustible Martial God Palm shook the Swordwash Pool to the point of overflowing, but even so, the golden vortex became more and more anxious, as it tried to completely eliminate Chen Qingyang's Palmar Strength.

"F * ck!" Chen Qingyang felt that it was extremely tiring. He was a master at the peak of the ninth heaven, and fighting against him was way too tiring.

It was really not easy to capture Su Baicheng.

At this time, Monk Linghui controlled the Eighteen Heavenly Netherworld Great Array again.

Elemental Spirit of Netherworld, along with the Star Elemental Spirit, Blood Wu Steel and Black Wu Steel, worked together with them. At the same time, he channeled his Unholy Spirit Qi and formed a variety of seals with his hands. Together, these eighteen sets of seals formed a soul-stirring Great Art.

"Soul Search!"

Su Baicheng felt an invisible suction force pulling on his soul. He needed to expend a lot of mana to resist this absorption.

"How can this young man have so many tricks?" Su Baicheng was secretly shocked.

In comparison, Chen Qingyang was still complaining. He felt that Su Baicheng was too difficult to deal with. Su Baicheng was on the verge of vomiting blood. He was very happy to see them. He thought that it was a certain thing. Who knew that after this battle, he wouldn't gain the upper hand at all. On the contrary, he was already in a precarious situation. He might even die here today.

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