Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 86: Fierce Battle, Farewell
Although the three of them are foundation-building cultivators and have already transcended the realm of mortals, they still need to rest.

The monk has already entered the ranks of spiritual practice and can completely use meditation to restore his physical strength.

However, Nie Zhaonan felt that this was too boring. Nie Zhaonan still preferred to rest by sleeping like an ordinary person.

Every few days, when the three of them felt tired, they would sleep together like ordinary couples to replenish their energy.

One sunrise, and another sunset.

Time flies, and three months passed in a flash.

On this day, Nie Zhaonan, as usual, took the two women to the Jinguyuan battlefield to hunt demon monks, but this time the enemy was somewhat beyond Nie Zhaonan's expectations.

Opposite the three men were five demonic foundation-building cultivators, two of whom were in the late foundation-building stage.

The leader among the five people was actually an extremely gorgeous man in the middle stage of foundation building.

This gorgeous man is naturally Tian Buque from the Hehuan Sect.

"Hehe, you must be the famous Nie Zhaonan from the Yellow Maple Valley, right?"

Tian Buque smiled coquettishly and spoke with interest. He looked at the handsome Nie Zhaonan, and then at the two girls, Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian, beside him. They were also graceful and their eyes were full of satisfaction.

Seeing these three people in person did not disappoint him.

It was worth his three months of hard work in practicing the art of bewitching souls. Only after he had mastered it did he come out to capture Nie Zhaonan and the other two, just to ensure that nothing could go wrong.

Once his mastery of the bewitching technique was performed, even cultivators with the same cultivation level as him would not be able to resist at all and would be controlled by him for a moment. This was his trump card specially prepared for Nie Zhaonan and the other two.

Nie Zhao looked at the androgynous man in front of him, with smooth and delicate skin, and a hint of frivolity between his eyebrows, like a boastful young man.

I wondered in my heart, which young master of the demon sect was this, when I looked into his peach blossom eyes.

Suddenly, Nie Zhaonan felt that his consciousness was stimulated by something external, but it did not cause any effect on Nie Zhaonan. He regained his composure instantly, but he became alert in his heart.

"Hehuan Sect, Tian Buque." Such a person suddenly popped up in Nie Zhaonan's mind. How come he was targeted by this demon?

Tian Buque seized the opportunity when Nie Zhaonan looked into his eyes and quietly launched his bewitching technique, but it didn't work at all.

Even the two women beside him recovered after just a moment of distraction. After practicing the first level of the Dayan Jue technique, they became clear-headed again, released their magic weapons, and stared at Tian Buque with a vigilant look.

"What kind of martial arts have you practiced that you are not affected by my bewitching technique at all!" Tian Buque's eyes were full of surprise, and at the same time, a deep joy.

These three people must have practiced special skills to enhance their spiritual consciousness. This is simply a pleasant surprise! A skill that can enhance spiritual consciousness can be regarded as a sect secret book even in the entire Hehuan Sect. As long as he handed it over to the sect, it would be a great achievement!

"I am the second son of the Hehuan Sect. As long as you hand over the spiritual power you have cultivated to me, I will take charge and help you to form the elixir!"

Tian Buque was extremely eager for this spiritual power, and planned to tempt them first by using the reputation of the Hehuan Sect as the number one demonic sect in southern Tiannan, and then by offering huge benefits.

He didn't believe that the three people on the opposite side would be so ungrateful in the face of the five of them. As long as one of them agreed, he would be able to let go.

Nie Zhaonan glanced at Tian Buque, who was a little too proud of himself, as if he was looking at a fool.

Who in the whole of Tiannan doesn't know what kind of people the people of the Hehuan Sect are?
The entire Hehuan Sect is famous for its art of collecting and replenishing energy, and it belongs to the magic sect. Strength is everything, and high-level cultivators can beat and kill low-level disciples at will and deal with them at will.

If I surrender, I'm afraid I'll become a cauldron in the next moment, and my safety won't be guaranteed at all.

Besides, Nie Zhaonan has no habit of surrendering. He didn't do that before, he doesn't do that now, and he won't do that in the future.

The best you can do is run away if you can't win.

Without any hesitation, he lightly shook the sleeves of his hands in front of him, and the peach wood sword and the black scale sword came out one after another. After circling in the air for a while, they turned into dazzling sword lights and swept straight towards Tian Buque and the other two late foundation building cultivators.

Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian watched their husbands' actions, and each selected a Hehuan Sect cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and used the purple bamboo sword to launch an attack.

Tian Buque's face turned a little pale, and he glanced at Nie Zhaonan, Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian who had attacked him so brazenly with a vicious look.

I made up my mind that after I caught these three people, I would give them a severe beating!

He wanted to vent his hatred. No cultivator of the same level had ever dared to disrespect him like this.

Tian Buque pinched his orchid finger with one hand and reached deep into his bosom, and a fan embroidered with peach blossoms appeared in his hand. This was a top-level magic weapon, the Peach Blossom Fan, which could be used for both attack and defense, and was his best magic weapon.

The rest of the Hehuan Sect disciples did not dare to underestimate him and took out their magic weapons one after another. However, they were all surrounded by black demonic energy, giving them a sinister look, which was in line with their identities as demon cultivators.

Tian Buque gently waved the peach blossom fan in his hand, and a pink mist emerged from the fan out of thin air, sweeping up the peach petals and floating towards the attacking peach wood sword weapon.

As soon as the peach wood sword came into contact with the peach blossom miasma, the speed of the peach wood sword suddenly slowed down and its true form was revealed.

His attack also became soft and powerless. When he slashed at the peach blossom mist, the mist simply dented inward, without leaving any sword marks or cracks, and was easily dissolved.

The mist produced by the peach blossom fan has the effect of overcoming hardness with softness, which is completely different from the head-on defensive methods of other defensive magic weapons.

Seeing this, Tian Buque smiled smugly and looked at Nie Zhaonan with contempt.

But suddenly, two screams came from the side, making the smile freeze on his face.

This was the voice he brought with him, from two cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Tian Buque immediately turned around to check on the two people.

The two men's faces turned pale, with cold sweat on their foreheads. There was a long sword mark on their clothes, with traces of blood.

One of their shoulders was empty, obviously one of them had lost an arm. The broken arm that fell to the ground was still tightly holding the half shield in its hand.

That was a top-level defensive magic weapon! It was actually cut in half by those two black magic swords!
How could Nie Zhaonan from Huangfeng Valley have such a sharp magical weapon?

Tian Buque has a lot of doubts in his little heart?
If it weren't for the fact that these two Hehuan Sect late foundation building cultivators had experienced several battles and had extremely strong fighting instincts, and had narrowly avoided the black sword light that cut through the defensive magic weapon, the two would have been cut in half and died on the spot. At the moment when Tian Buque was stunned, Nie Zhaonan stretched out his hand and the peach wood sword magic weapon shot back and was held in his hand.

After only a moment, Nie Zhaonan threw it forward again casually.

Tian Buque looked at the peach wood sword weapon which was exactly the same as before, and was puzzled by Nie Zhaonan's strange behavior, but he did not dare to be careless.

Nie Zhaonan in front of him was an extremely dangerous person. He had obviously hidden some tricks in the previous fights. The lesson of the two Hehuan Sect disciples was right in front of him, and he didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

Tian Buque continuously input his magic power into the peach blossom fan in his hand. He fanned it with force, and a piece of peach blossom miasma twice as big as the previous one merged into the previous peach blossom miasma, and its power also increased exponentially.

But the next moment, when the peach wood sword came into contact with the peach blossom miasma, bursts of silver lightning emanated from the peach wood sword, just like a silver needle, piercing through the pink peach blossom miasma as easily as penetrating ordinary cloth, without encountering any resistance.

In the blink of an eye, the peach wood sword penetrated the peach blossom miasma's defense.

Suddenly something unexpected happened, the speed of the sword light suddenly increased, like a flash of lightning, hitting the peach blossom fan that had just blocked Tian Buque's body.

The sharp sound of metal clashing was heard, and the two were in a stalemate for a moment. The huge impact force made the hands holding the fan handle tremble constantly. Before Tian Buque could successfully block the peach wood sword, he showed a smile.

"Bang", there was another loud noise.

Tian Buque lowered his hands that were tightly holding the peach blossom fan, lowered his head, and stared blankly at the peach wood sword weapon that was stuck in his chest, passed through his body, and was severely deformed.

With disbelief in his eyes, he muttered: "My Peach Blossom Fan is a rare magic weapon, and you only have an ordinary top-level magic sword. How is it possible to break it?" Before he could finish, he fell to the ground in front of him and died.

At the moment when Tian Buque died, thousands of miles away, in the place where the soul tablets of the disciples of the Hehuan Sect were stored, in the center of the soul tablets of the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, a red tablet suddenly exploded, knocking down the surrounding green tablets.

The Foundation Building Deacon on guard was so frightened at the sight that he immediately fell weakly to the cold floor, his lifeless eyes filled with death.

Nie Zhaonan did not stop at all, concentrating on activating the Mo Scale Twin Swords and the Red Line Escape Light Needle, launching a torrential and non-stop attack on the remaining four Hehuan Sect monks. As soon as Nie Zhaonan joined the battle, the four men's weakness was immediately apparent, and they showed flaws one after another, and soon all four of them died at the hands of Nie Zhaonan.

All five people's storage bags were put into the Zixiao Cave and isolated to prevent the possibility of high-level cultivators of the Hehuan Sect using secret methods to detect their whereabouts.

The bodies of the five people were burned into ashes by five fireballs.

Nie Zhaonan looked at the traces on the ground, but still felt uneasy. He changed the spell in his hands and raised a gust of wind. In an instant, the five pools of human-shaped ashes disappeared without a trace.

Nie Zhaonan, Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian had already boarded the Lingyun flying boat and were rushing back to the Huangfeng Valley base, not daring to delay for a moment.

This was actually the first time that Nie Zhaonan used the Lingyun Flying Boat, a flying magic tool, in Jinguyuan.

There was no other reason. The Tian Buque who was killed before was the son of the leader of the Hehuan Sect. There was a great possibility that he would be hunted down, so he needed to get away from the battlefield as soon as possible.

"Husband, do we need to go back to Yellow Maple Valley and hide?"

Nie Ying asked with some concern when she saw them running away with her husband and her two sisters at lightning speed.

Although she also guessed that the androgynous leader was very unusual and might be the offspring of a Jindan cultivator, otherwise he would not be able to command those foundation-building cultivators.

But she didn't expect her husband's reaction to be so violent. He killed the person, took the bag, burned the body, destroyed all the evidence, and escaped, all in one go, without a single pause. It was obvious that she had underestimated the man's identity.

Chen Qiaoqian also looked worried.

Although Nie Zhaonan kept moving, there was no anxious look on his face, as he still had a safe way to retreat.

He held the two girls in his arms and comforted them, "This trip is a bit serious, so let's pick up Ruyin and leave Tiannan directly."

"Leave Tiannan?" Suddenly a pleasant voice sounded from behind the three of them. If they were not so familiar with this voice, they would probably be as frightened as a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Wan'er, why are you here?" Nie Zhaonan turned around and asked with some surprise.

When Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian saw Nangong Wan, they immediately came out of Nie Zhaonan's arms and shouted happily, "Sister Wan'er."

At the same time, he hugged Nangong Wan's arms from both sides.

Nie Zhaonan was not surprised by this. The relationship between Nangong Wan, Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian also made rapid progress during this period, just like real sisters.

Nangong Wan happily hugged her two sisters' arms, rolled her eyes at Nie Zhaonan, and said unhappily, "I don't know who it is, but he killed so many people in Jinguyuan that more than 40 demon monks died in his hands. He doesn't know how to restrain himself and often comes out to hunt demon monks."

"For his safety, I have nothing to do, so I came to take a look."

His tone was full of complaints.

In the past three months, in order to protect Nie Zhaonan, she has been following him secretly every time, and even neglected her daily practice.

Nie Zhaonan felt a deep concern from Nangong Wan's words. His heart was filled with happiness but also a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that he had been protecting a Jindan cultivator while killing everyone.

Nie Zhaonan coughed lightly: "Ahem, this is because I am very confident in my own strength. Wan'er just saw that a foundation-building cultivator can't hold out for long in my hands."

He naturally moved closer to Nangong Wan, opened his big hands, and hugged the three of them in his arms, and the warmth and softness soaked every inch of Nie Zhaonan's skin.

Nangong Wan was also shocked by the strength that Nie Zhaonan had shown before. It was only today that the guy who was taking advantage of her revealed his true strength.

But then she thought about it and felt relieved. This was the man chosen by Nangong Wan. How could he be an ordinary person?

"Where are you going?" Once again, Nangong Wan couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Take the teleportation array and go to Chaos Star Sea." Nie Zhaonan answered concisely.

"This all started with an ancient teleportation array I discovered in a spiritual stone mine."

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