fifth form

Chapter 3139 The Great Chanyu with Complicated Feelings
When a technique or method is supernatural, it is called supernatural power.

A technique amidst wind and rain, even Zhu Jiuyin never imagined that such a technique would be transformed into a supernatural power.

In Zhu Jiuyin's view, the most powerful wind and rain techniques are nothing more than stronger winds and heavier rains.

But in this wind and rain spell, the rainwater wrapped around his legs felt incredibly heavy, while the gale had transformed into wind blades that cut through his body.

If the attacker had a different opponent, the opponent would have been killed instantly.

"Excellent magic! The Han Kingdom still has some talented people!"

The purple mist continued to rise, and Zhu Jiuyin's body was constantly being cleansed by his magical power.

He did not break free from the wind and rain spell, but instead stood on the Nine Dragon Cauldron and looked into the distance.

Even in the misty rain, cultivators were still floating in the air, continuously casting spells.

The opponent's speed was not as fast as the eight demon horses pulling the cauldron, but the opponent used the advantage of floating and leaping in the air to travel in a straight line, thus intercepting from the front and also making a move against Zhu Jiuyin.

"Give me your name," Zhu Jiu said in a deep voice. "You've managed to keep casting spells without me noticing, thus injuring my clone. You're worthy of being remembered by me!"

"It's a pity your true form didn't come, otherwise General Li Guang and I could have killed you completely!"

The monk in the wind and rain did not respond, but only sighed softly.

Do you think my main body and this clone are of the same strength?

Zhu Jiuyin spoke softly.

Flames began to rise from his feet, constantly battling against the water ropes that bound his feet, and flames also appeared in his hands.

But before the flames in his hand could burst out, Zhu Jiuyin felt as if the central energy of his Yang Soul Body had been severed, making it difficult for him to concentrate the flames in his palm into a line to strike the distant target.

The immense magical power contained within his Yang Soul Body could still cleanse his body and resist the erosion of magic, but he found it difficult to channel his magical power outwards.

Only then did the expression on Zhu Jiu's Yin-Yang Soul Body change abruptly, losing its previous indifference.

"This incarnation technique seems wondrous, difficult to be harmed by tangible blades, but it can be cut by wind, fire, and water techniques, and can also be covered and annihilated by dust and sand techniques," the cultivator said. "You have been hiding for a thousand years. Even if your strength is overwhelming, do you dare to show your true form so that we can try to find your weakness?"

The cultivator responded with a sarcastic remark. He didn't reveal his name to make himself memorable, nor did he care about Zhu Jiuyin's threat. Instead, he pointed out a fact.

No one dared to test Daojun's flying knives, thus turning Daojun into a symbol of fear.

But he witnessed the new emperor in the sky draw his sword and kill Daojun.

Although the new emperor did not kill the Dao Lord's true form, this undoubtedly shattered the myth that the Lord of the Holy Land was invincible.

Cultivation levels are finite; once a cultivator reaches their cultivation limit, it becomes difficult to increase it further.

Although they are all cultivators, these holy land lords simply reached their cultivation limits earlier and their condensed magical treasures and artifacts are stronger, but that does not mean they are invincible.

The monks' fear of the Holy Land's lord stemmed from the latter's long-standing reputation, as well as the vast difference in their lifespans.

Once we take them out and weigh them carefully, and find the flaws in the spells, these top-tier cultivators will surely be killed.

"Very good, very good! These young people nowadays are truly fearless, like newborn calves that have never been afraid of tigers. They dare to challenge the rules of the cultivation world as soon as they have a little bit of skill!"

Zhu Jiuyin laughed in extreme anger.

He could hardly unleash the flames from his palms, but his eyes were already rapidly turning white.

The eight demonic horses continued to gallop, and even with the cultivators floating in the air ahead, it was difficult to maintain a balance in their speeds, let alone constantly manipulate spells to influence them.

The impact of the wind blades and the binding of the water ropes will inevitably break, and as the distance between them continues to widen, making it difficult to fight, Zhu Jiuyin will not mind paying a certain price to give this middle-aged cultivator a heavy lesson.

"Since when did the cultivation world start having rules? Are we young people not allowed to challenge the rules set by our seniors?"

The cultivator continued to tread on the waves in the distance, his body floating forward, trying to maintain a slow escape speed as far as possible.

He laughed loudly, and Zhu Jiuyin saw another arrow flying from afar. He paid no attention to penetrating attacks like arrows, and didn't even bother with them.

A glimmer of darkness appeared in his pale eyes, which then transformed into the light of flames.

Although he did not rely on any treasures and did not come in his true form, his supernatural powers were more than enough to target a particular cultivator.

A flame bursts forth in the black and white eyes.

As far as the eye could see, the world seemed to be divided into black and white, and between the black and white, a fierce flame suddenly appeared.

Zhu Jiuyin saw the cultivator's floating body in the distance fall down instantly, but before he could even snort in protest, wildly exploding flames appeared in his Yang Soul Body.

When he finally managed to pull his gaze back, he saw a sword engulfed in flames piercing the top of his head.

Before the sword could even be retracted, the opponent had already soared into the sky.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

No one believed that the Lord of the Holy Land would be defeated, and no one interfered in the contest between Zhu Jiuyin and the cultivators.

When Zhu Jiuyin's head burst into flames and his body emitted layers of explosive sounds, some people near the Nine Dragon Cauldron reacted. Those closer to him swung out a sword or saber, while those further away shot out arrows.

The Great Chanyu Junchen's face showed disbelief.

As he drew back the heavy bow in his hand and his gaze swept toward the young face riding the flying magical artifact, he suddenly caught sight of the departing gaze.

Anger, madness, hostility, arrogance...

The complexity in the eyes silenced the Great Chanyu, who also recalled the young eyes he had seen when he was reviewing his troops.

If it were one of their own, the Great Chanyu would interpret this look as the invincible courage of the brave men of the Xiong Kingdom going to battle. But when it is directed at an enemy, this look can indeed be interpreted in many other ways.

Looking at the other person's only white underwear, the Great Chanyu felt that some things were clear.

His arrow was aimed at the new emperor, but it missed by just a little bit.

A sharp arrow, carrying a strong wind, grazed past the new emperor's ear, eliciting a look of shock in his eyes. The Great Chanyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What a fine sword, what a pity!"

He murmured to himself.

If their identities could be reversed, he would rather be the emperor of the Han Dynasty than a puppet of the three holy lands in the Xiong Kingdom.

The Great Chanyu needed the holy land and the great families of various ancestral lands to civilize and educate the slave population, but he did not need these people to interfere with the Xiong Kingdom's regime.

He did not want Zhu Jiuyin and others to die, as the evil nation would lose its support without the Lord of the Holy Land.

But he didn't like these people and demons living; it was a constraint he could never shake off in his entire life.

He was filled with conflicting emotions. When he suddenly saw the incarnation of Zhu Jiuyin being killed, he felt both fear and a sense of secret joy. He couldn't quite express his feelings.

His arrows could have hit the young cultivator, but the Great Chanyu missed by two points.

He also disliked the emergence of young, highly skilled cultivators in the Han Kingdom, but he hoped that the two cultivators who were fighting against Zhu Jiuyin would survive.

This might create a standoff, and then a possible balance, thereby restraining the lords of holy lands like Zhu Jiuyin, allowing the imperial power of the Fiend Kingdom to breathe and continue to develop.

"There are so many talismans! Old Master Huang has a limited number of talismans, and few people can afford to use them so extravagantly. Could it be that he is..."

The Great Chanyu's arrow went astray, but the others' arrows did not.

The cultivator on the flying magical artifact was almost riddled with holes in a short moment. A cry of alarm came from afar, and twelve rays of talismanic light burst forth from the cultivator's body.

Each ray of light blocked a deadly arrow; such extravagant use of talismans is rare, and only a handful of people can accomplish this.

The Great Chanyu had only a vague idea of ​​the young man's identity.