Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1572 Foundation Techniques - Ten Thousand Miles of Flying Clouds
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Liu Ruyan's figure moved like a butterfly flitting among the wounded.

She did not immediately join the sudden and fierce counterattack.

Twenty paces away, Yan Nanfei lay on his side on the ground, several deep claw marks on his back, the edges of which emitted a bone-corroding black aura, were constantly bleeding.

Liu Ruyan held several fine needles with flowing light blue and fire red luster between her fingertips—the Yuanling Water and Fire Needles!

The needle tip, carrying a mysterious rhythm of life and death, precisely pierced Yan Nanfei's back, hitting major acupoints and meridian nodes.

Where the needles are inserted, the gentle halo of water and the intense energy of fire alternate and surge, forming the unique yin-yang cycle of the "Thirteen Needles of Hades".

This is an achievement made in recent years under the guidance of Yin-Yang theory.

The black, corrosive energy, like a maggot clinging to a bone, was being combed and dissolved by an invisible hand under the subtle guiding force of Yin and Yang.

She took out her needle pouch from "Yunshui Sanqian," picked out a piece of dark green ointment, and gently and meticulously applied it to the cleansed wound with her fingertips.

The best wound medicine slowly penetrates, stops bleeding, and promotes tissue regeneration.

"...I'm not dead yet?" Yan Nanfei coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with ice shards, his eyelids opening with difficulty, his voice weak but with a familiar roughness.

Liu Ruyan continued working without raising her head, and said gently, "Teacher Yan, are you hoping for your own glory? You are badly injured, but you won't die yet. Take a breather."

She removed the last water-fire needle and saw that the wound had turned rosy and no longer had a cold aura. She immediately got up and rushed to the next seriously injured figure lying on the ground—Feng Min, who was clutching her ribs and had a pale face not far away.

Yan Nanfei grimaced, wanting to laugh but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

He struggled to pull out a dark-colored pill from his soul tool, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

As the elixir transformed into a scalding torrent that surged through the parched meridians, a faint yet real sense of revival came from the base of the wings on his back, which had been as heavy as if filled with lead!

He took a deep breath, ignoring the slight spasm in his back muscles, and slammed his palms hard on the ground.

The air currents stirred up dust, and the pair of wings, though riddled with holes, were forcibly unfurled, carrying fresh scabs and lingering medicinal scents. A blood-stained, golden-red figure, like an indomitable arrow, once again pierced the smoke-filled night sky.

Teachers should stand in front of students!
Under the light and flames of countless spirit rings erupting, amidst the gushing blood fountains and billowing dust on the ground, the Crimson Spirit Master's seemingly invincible black torrent showed, for the first time, visible slowdowns and cracks.

Lin Jingshu's vines disrupted the formation, Ximen Shaohen dragged his broken body and reignited the edge of karmic fire, Yan Nanfei returned to the sky wrapped in the smell of medicine and blood... More Soul Emperors and Soul Kings began to grit their teeth, form formations and push back amidst Zhu Changyun's roar.

The center of the battlefield, amidst the dazzling array of soul skills and the blood-red tapestry, was being subtly and persistently shifted back by blood-stained hands and unyielding soul power.

……

Separate the two blossoms, each representing a separate branch.

The battle in the northeast corner was plowed through by the clash between two ancient behemoths.

With each step, the enormous Xuanwu spirit beast shattered large sections of the bluestone courtyard wall, and the thick moisture surrounding its body and solidified rock armor were stained with dark bloodstains splattered by the Dark Night Dragon.

The Dark Dragon, manifested from the power of the Nether Dragon, had shattered scales and one wing twisted unnaturally. Its massive body was forced into the most dilapidated corner of the battlefield, behind it lay several collapsed buildings, piles of broken beams and tiles, the air thick with the choking stench of dust mixed with the lingering scent of dragon blood. With nowhere to retreat, it roared angrily and weakly under the deadly bites and tearing of the Silver Wolf True King and the silent, spreading icy vines of the Ice Soul Dream Vine. Each struggle and impact only deepened the rubble.

Suspended in mid-air, Yan Choulong's eyes surged with a fierce, blood-red light.

The annihilation of the high-level combat forces in the northeast corner, and even the anxious roars from the central courtyard, felt like poisonous needles pricking his nerves.

He absolutely would not allow this stalemate to affect the overall situation!

"die--!"

With its wings outstretched, Yan Choulong stirred up a raging storm, and once again poured a thicker, more viscous darkness into its arms, as if drawn from the depths of the underworld.

This time, it's not just a single dragon claw, but both hands reaching out simultaneously!
Each of the dark purple dragon scales covering his arms had turned into a deep, ink-like crystal, and his two enormous "Dragon Claws," no less massive than the ones from before, were wreathed in spatial annihilation ripples.

Tearing through the air, carrying an aura of death that buries all things, they crashed down from the left and right like two collapsing black crystal mountains towards the core of the battlefield—Chen Xiaojun.

"I will obey!" Chen Xiaojun's eyes showed no sign of backing down.

He raised the massive Xuanwu Shield once more, the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram covering it spinning rapidly, the flowing light of the black and white fish illuminating the dried bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.

Just as the claws pierced through the air, Xiao Yi's clear, cold voice fell like an ice bead onto a jade plate:
"Ten thousand miles of flying rosy clouds—"

One of the three fundamental techniques of the Xialan Divine Body.

hum!
An indescribable, dazzling light emanated from her, making her seem to transform into the core of a flowing rainbow between heaven and earth.

As these four words fell, a boundless and unstoppable force, composed purely of rosy clouds and Daoist charm, swept across the battlefield like an invisible giant hand, centered on her.

call--!
Thick smoke and dust filled the ruins in the northeast corner, dissipated energy flows, and even the dust kicked up by the struggling Dark Dragon...

All non-physical entities were suddenly "cleared out" by this invisible and immense force.

Only in the center of the battlefield, in front of the Xuanwu Shield that had just taken shape and was about to block the left claw, was a strange sight suddenly left behind.

A round, flowing "fog balloon," about thirty meters in diameter, resembling condensed water vapor.

It floats, initially a clear azure blue, like the purest seawater condensed.

But just as the destructive black light carried by the dragon's left claw touched its edges, the azure mist balloon underwent an astonishing change.

Inside the sphere, light flowed and shifted wildly, with countless rays of light—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—rapidly flowing, overlapping, and separating.

One moment it's clear aquamarine, the next it's molten gold, then deep purple, and then vibrant emerald green... The colors change so quickly that they create a dazzling and mesmerizing spectacle.

This is no longer just simple fog; it is a barrier forcibly energized by "Ten Thousand Miles of Flying Clouds".

Despite lacking physical toughness, it can deflect and dissipate impact force extremely efficiently through its ever-changing structure of rosy clouds and Daoist charm.

Sizzle—!
The dragon's left claw slammed down on the ever-changing sphere of colorful mist, the ear-piercing sound of annihilation like boiling oil being poured onto snow, the colorful mist swirling wildly, trying to direct the terrifying tearing force into chaos.

(End of this chapter)