I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 385: Dark Island Changes Owner

"I was just about to settle an old score with you, but you took action first!" Xia Daoming saw five Hades snakes flying towards him. Before the snakes arrived, the invisible cold aura of death had already wrapped around him. He could not help but smile contemptuously, and two flying swords, one black and one white, appeared above his head.

The two flying swords crossed over head and tail and just lightly twisted the five Hades snakes.

The five Hades snakes were strangled into wisps of black gas and disappeared.

The five Nether Snakes were condensed and transformed from the Nether Yin True Yuan magic power cultivated by Cang Mingzi. Although they are not as powerful as those of magic weapons, they are enough to deal with Jindan cultivators.

But at this moment, he could not withstand the opponent's two swords' light strangulation, and Cang Mingzi's face suddenly changed.

"Why is it so powerful!"

Just as Cang Mingzi finished his words, a black blade light pierced through the ghost mist like a black lightning and landed on the chariot.

"boom!"

The runes on the chariot suddenly lit up, but exploded as soon as they touched the sword light.

The chariot also broke into pieces.

When the carriage exploded, a black light rushed out.

Just as the black light rushed out, a huge handprint came down to suppress it.

"Oh!"

As soon as the big handprint fell, with Cang Mingzi's cultivation level, he had just used a black staff magic weapon, but the magic weapon was knocked down. Then the big handprint fell, and Cang Mingzi's whole body was instantly suppressed and torn into pieces, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a cold black gas wrapped around his Nascent Soul rushed out, trying to escape far away.

But as soon as the Nascent Soul flew out, a dragon claw fell down and grabbed it tightly in its huge claws like an eagle catching a chick.

Not until Cang Mingzi's physical body was destroyed and his Nascent Soul was captured did his disciples suddenly wake up. They were so frightened that they almost lost their souls, and they all rolled up their precious lights and tried to flee in all directions.

However, just as they rolled up the precious light, they were enveloped by endless and cold darkness.

"Fizz!"

Thousands of snakes appeared in the darkness and creepy sounds were heard.

After Xia Daoming trapped everyone with the Ten Thousand Snakes Poisonous Banner, he brought the dragon claws transformed from his blood and energy in front of him, and looked at Cang Mingzi's Nascent Soul with interest, his face unable to hide the excitement.

This is the Nascent Soul cultivator!

More than 20 years ago, he planned everything out, risking the rupture of his golden elixir and damage to his sea of ​​blood, and even with the help of Xiao Jin and the nine-headed skeleton puppet, he finally killed Master Ma Ling.

But today, with just one or two encounters, and without even using any powerful killing moves, he easily killed a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage.

How could he not be excited?
Of course, this was also related to the fact that Cang Mingzi was careless and underestimated his enemy, and in the end he didn't even have time to use his most powerful magic weapon. But at least it showed that his current strength was definitely not something that an early Nascent Soul cultivator could contend with, and certainly not something that a middle Nascent Soul cultivator could contend with.

He should be able to be on par with the late Nascent Soul cultivators, but Xia Daoming has no idea what level he belongs to among the late Nascent Soul cultivators. After all, the level of the late Nascent Soul cultivators is too high. Not to mention that he had never had the opportunity to come into contact with them before, even the level of Yue Huang, the leader of the Qingyuan Sect, he basically had no chance to come into contact with.

I have only heard from legends that cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage have already glimpsed some of the secrets of the Divine Transformation, and their strength is far beyond that of cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage.

Moreover, there are also differences in strength among cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, so they cannot be generalized.

"Cang Mingzi, have you ever come into contact with a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage? What do you think of the strength of my physical body that destroyed you just now? Can I compete with a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage?" Xia Daoming looked at Cang Mingzi and suddenly had an idea, so he asked curiously.

"I have never really fought with a late Nascent Soul cultivator, but I have seen a late Nascent Soul cultivator take action. Your strength must have reached the level of a late Nascent Soul cultivator. I beg you to be magnanimous and forgive my blindness this time and give me a way to live." Cang Mingzi's Nascent Soul bowed to Xia Daoming and begged for mercy.

"Last time I went to your island and took two soul refining beads for free. So I still owe you a favor. Logically, I should let you go. Unfortunately, you once led people to besiege and injure my wife. As her husband, I naturally have to avenge her." Xia Daoming said.

"Master, you must be joking. How could I dare to besiege and... You, you are talking about the woman that Xuantian Pavilion wanted to capture more than 20 years ago. No, no, that fairy!" As Cang Mingzi spoke, he suddenly remembered what happened more than 20 years ago and couldn't help shaking all over.

"Since you remember it, I'll let you die with a clear conscience." Xia Daoming said as he suddenly retracted his dragon claws, and his Nascent Soul turned into specks of light and green smoke and dissipated.
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The setting sun half sank into the sea level.

There was a man standing proudly on a giant golden bird, flying towards the Dark Island where the setting sun was setting.

Soon, alarm bells sounded on Mingyou Island.

Then, a thin man in black with a hooked nose and an especially cold aura came with two Jindan monks and ten foundation-building monks and flew out of Mingyou Island on the dark clouds.

This person is none other than Cang Mingzi’s most proud disciple Xu Yejun, who is staying on Mingyou Island this time.

"Haha, kid, you actually dare to come to my Netherworld Island!" Seeing that it was indeed the man and the bird who stole his soul refining beads more than 20 years ago, Xu Yejun couldn't help but burst into laughter. With a wave of his hand, the Jindan cultivators and ten foundation-building cultivators behind him had dispersed, forming a huge encirclement to surround Xia Daoming. At the same time, Xu Yejun waved the flag in his hand, and the sea around the island suddenly blew a strong wind. There was a rolling black gas rising into the sky, condensing into four huge two-headed ghost car monsters, floating on the left and right sides behind him, like four evil gods.

Seeing this, Xia Daoming smiled coldly, and a black banner appeared in his hand. When the black banner was unfolded, ghost claws stretched out from the banner, and shrill cries came out from it, as if countless evil ghosts were scrambling to jump out from it to eat people.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner! How do you have my master's Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner?" Upon seeing this, Xu Yejun's face changed drastically.

"Guess what!" Xia Daoming smiled at Xu Yejun and waved the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner in his hand. Suddenly, countless evil ghosts rushed out from the banner.

For a moment, the entire sea was filled with howling winds, eerie ghostly air, and sinister clouds.

When Xu Yejun and others saw this situation, they knew that something was wrong. They didn't even have the courage to charge and just rolled up a ball of light and wanted to escape.

But as soon as the precious light appeared, it was swallowed up by the overwhelming evil spirit.

"Senior, have mercy on me! Senior, have mercy on me!"

In the dark evil spirit that covered the sky, Xu Yejun and others begged again and again.

Xia Daoming just gently waved the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner is an ancient treasure that Cang Mingzi found in a secret realm. As soon as Xia Daoming got it, he keenly realized that this banner was extraordinary and far superior to the Ten Thousand Snakes Poisonous Banner that he had someone refine.

Fortunately, Cang Mingzi was limited by his cultivation and spiritual awareness, and was unable to restore the ancient banner to its full power. Otherwise, with the banner in his hand, Xia Daoming would probably have to turn around and leave immediately.

Of course, with Xia Daoming's current level of cultivation and spiritual awareness, he is also unable to restore the power of this ancient banner to its full potential.

However, now that his Crimson Palace has been built, his spiritual awareness has risen sharply and is much more powerful than Cang Mingzi's. If he can refine some powerful ghosts into this banner, its power will definitely be greater than Cang Mingzi's.

Xia Daoming tried it out and found that the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner was indeed powerful, so he began to think of integrating the Ten Thousand Poisonous Snakes Banner into it.

The evil spirits in the Ten Thousand Snakes Poisonous Banner had been refined by him for many years, and fed with his qi and blood, so he could use them with ease.

If the evil spirits in the Ten Thousand Snakes Poisonous Banner were refined into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, and they were used as leaders, then it would naturally be easier to control the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, and there would not be too much worry about backlash.

Not long after, Xia Daoming put away the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.

Xu Yejun had become a dried corpse, leaving only the two Jindan cultivators and ten foundation-building cultivators, who were trembling with fear and kowtowing to Xia Daoming repeatedly.

"I have already killed Cang Mingzi, and now I have also killed Xu Yejun. From today on, this Mingyou Island belongs to me. If you two want to live, let your hearts and souls go. I will place restrictions inside." Xia Daoming said to the two Jindan cultivators.

In the past, his spiritual awareness was not strong enough, and at most he could only place restrictions on the mind and soul of a foundation-building cultivator. If it were a Jindan cultivator, it is estimated that the opponent's soul would collapse and dissipate before the restriction is successfully placed.

Now, he can place restrictions on the mind and soul of a Jindan cultivator.

Of course, the prerequisite is that the other party must cooperate, otherwise if you force it, the result will be the death of the soul.

The hesitation on the faces of the two Jindan monks flashed away, and they immediately knelt down and said, "I am willing to submit to the island master!"

Xia Daoming imposed restrictions on the two Jindan cultivators.

As for the foundation-building cultivators, they will naturally be controlled by the Jindan cultivators. Xia Daoming will definitely not waste his time to impose restrictions on them.

Otherwise, there are at least a hundred foundation-building cultivators in the entire Mingyou Island. If he really wants to impose restrictions on them one by one, not only will it be laborious, but placing so many restrictions will also have some impact on his mind.

Soon, Xia Daoming and Xiao Jin, surrounded by two Jindan cultivators and ten foundation-building cultivators, swaggered into the Mingyou Island.

There are two Jindan monks left behind on Mingyou Island.

Faced with Xia Daoming's terrifying strength, the two Jindan cultivators surrendered obediently, relaxed their minds and allowed Xia Daoming to impose the restrictions.

Overnight, the ownership of Mingyou Island changed quietly.

The Mingyou Island is affected by the Ghost Abyss, and the surrounding sea area for tens of thousands of miles is always filled with cold winds and dark energy.

However, there is a ground yang fire vein in the center of the island, as well as a third-level spiritual vein. There are also a dozen spiritual eyes scattered around the spiritual vein, so that the center of the island is hundreds of miles in radius, and with the arrangement of formations, there are birds singing, flowers blooming, and spiritual energy lingering, full of vitality, which is completely different from the dark energy and gloomy appearance seen outside.

That night, Xia Daoming sat high on the throne of the island master in the Mingyou Palace. Xiao Jin held up his golden head, shaking his golden feathers. He stood beside him with a proud look, looking like a vulture relying on someone else's power, and looked down at the four Jindan monks below the palace.

(End of this chapter)