Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 839 Calculation
In an instant, the sky full of sword light transformed into a five-colored sword net, encircling the menacing blue-black bone whip that was attacking.

The bone whip lashed wildly, producing a sharp cracking sound, but it could not escape the restraints of this sword net.

The powerful magic weapon of that mid-stage fourth-tier sea race member was easily blocked by Ning Fa.

At the same time, Liu Wenyuan, who looked like a frail scholar, had a solemn expression on his face.

He slapped his right hand forward, and a three-foot-long black brush appeared, covered with mysterious silver patterns and topped with a warm, lustrous pearl that emitted profound spiritual energy.

At the same time, there was another black ancient inkstone, with ink mixed with golden starlight swirling within it.

It is just an inkstone, yet it gives people the feeling of a vast ocean.

Liu Wenyuan held a brush in his right hand, flicked his wrist, dipped the brush into the ancient inkstone filled with starlight ink, and wrote swiftly in the air.

The first large ink-wash character "镇" (zhen, meaning town) transformed into a phantom image of an ancient ink-wash bell as soon as it took shape. The bell's body was covered with Taotie patterns, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.

Then, the ink-wash clock trembled violently and vanished from its spot in an instant.

The bell appeared more than ten feet away the next moment, its mouth shimmering with an ink-wash halo, and a huge suction force emanated, drawing in the swarming cyan wind blades.

The sound of the bell was melodious and contained boundless power, causing ripples to spread through the space.

The powerful attack from the blue-faced demon cultivator was easily blocked by Liu Wenyuan using this strange supernatural power.

That wasn't all. Liu Wenyuan picked up his brush again and wrote another large ink character, "破" (break), in the blink of an eye.

The character flashed with black and white light and transformed into a seven-foot-long black and white sword. The black and white sword energy swirled around it, exuding a sharp chill. The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a slight "hissing" sound.

The next moment, the sword pierced through the air, heading towards the ever-expanding blue sea of ​​light in the sky.

This is another fourth-tier sea creature casting a fourth-tier spell.

Despite a blue, ring-shaped magical artifact flying at breakneck speed, attempting to block the black and white longsword.

However, the sword flashed strangely and instantly teleported more than ten feet away, avoiding the ring's interception, and then accelerated to pierce into the blue sea of ​​light.

With a sharp, explosive sound, the blue sea of ​​light first expanded and contracted, then burst open with a deafening roar.

A violent burst of water elemental power erupted from it, which even the surrounding waves of fire could not extinguish, like a brilliant blue flame.

Ning Fa, on the other side, couldn't help but glance at Liu Wenyuan.

This person's strength is indeed extraordinary; he easily withstood the attacks of a mid-stage Transformation Demon Cultivator and a low-level fourth-tier Sea Clan member on his own.

However, Ningfa felt that this person was far from using his full strength.

Black Feather was also radiating golden light, and the mysterious golden triangle pattern on his forehead reappeared, spinning rapidly before settling on the side with the golden longbow.

Then a golden longbow appeared in his hand, its runes flashing.

Black Feather's right hand moved with lightning speed, as if it had vanished, and in an instant, hundreds and thousands of golden light arrows formed and shot out wildly.

The massive black lizard, as large as a small mountain, was forced to halt its advance under the onslaught of golden arrows.

Su Wanwan also summoned her two red and blue longswords, which intertwined and transformed into a red and blue vortex, blocking the rake-shaped magic weapon of another transformed demon cultivator.

Jiang Xueting and the other two Core Formation cultivators were not idle either; each of them held a magic disc and nervously cast spells.

The shimmering, colorful spiritual energy shield burst into flames, attracting the surrounding rolling waves of fire.

They then transformed into dozens of giant fiery birds, each several meters long and at least at the third rank, and charged menacingly towards the cultivators of the two opposing races.

Despite being outnumbered and outmatched in strength, Ningfa managed to hold off the enemy's overwhelming offensive for a time.

A short while passed.

Sun Xiong, who looked like a giant, pulled back the stone bow, releasing gray light arrows, while glancing slightly at Ning Fa with a flickering gaze.

Just then, a voice suddenly transmitted to his ear:
"Fellow Daoist Sun, this can't go on like this, after all, we still have too few people."

I plan to use a powerful secret technique that should be able to severely injure the mid-stage fourth-tier sea creature on the other side.

However, this technique takes some time to execute, so I hope Fellow Daoist Sun can temporarily help me withstand the opponent's attack.

Upon hearing this, Sun Xiong's eyes lit up, and he then replied in a deep voice without changing his expression, "Alright, Fellow Daoist Ning, go ahead and cast your spell. I will take action to stop that sea creature."

After saying that, he clapped his right hand, and a triangular apricot-yellow flag suddenly flew out from a ball of yellow light.

Embroidered on it is a strange, bright yellow dragon with a sharp horn and a pair of fleshy wings, looking ferocious and menacing.

A powerful wind-elemental pressure erupted from this treasure, clearly indicating that it was a third-tier wind-attribute magic weapon.

The apricot-yellow flag fluttered in the wind, and amidst the intense yellow light, a strange yellow dragon emerged, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, while a strange, yellowish wind erupted.

The yellow dragon, swept along by the hurricane, charged towards the blue-black bone whip.

At this moment, the bone whip had transformed into a gigantic, dark blue-black bone python, tens of feet long, roaring as it rampaged through the encirclement of the sword net.

As Sun Xiong unleashed his extraordinary apricot-yellow banner magic weapon to deflect the attack from the mid-stage fourth-tier sea race, Ning Fa also took the opportunity to retract his He Yuan Tribulation Heaven Sword. His entire body crackled with brilliant lightning, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and he chanted incantations.

A silver lightning ball suddenly appeared in front of him. As his magical power surged, the lightning ball rapidly grew larger and spun around.

Streaks of silver lightning runes flashed, emanating a terrifying pressure.

Sun Xiong glanced at Ning Fa with slight surprise, then his lips moved slightly.

The black-armored demon cultivator in the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm who was fighting him paused slightly, a glint of light flashed in his emerald eyes, and the power of the black wolf claws he was wielding weakened slightly.

A fleeting, cold smile appeared on the lips of the mid-stage fourth-tier sea creature as he let his magical artifact entangle with the yellow monster dragon.

At this moment, Sun Xiong took a deep breath, and a flash of blood-black light appeared around him. His figure grew taller again, reaching a height of three zhang, and exuding surging blood and qi power.

His stone bow also had blood-red runes flashing, and a blood-red arrow of light slowly formed in the bow.

A few breaths later, the blood-red light arrow was fully formed, and a terrifying, destructive pressure erupted from it.

A cruel sneer appeared on Sun Xiong's lips. He suddenly pointed the large bow in his hand toward Ning Fa, the blood-red arrow on the bow poised to be released.

As Sun Xiong released his right hand, a sharp explosion rang out, and the ten-foot-long blood-red arrow, tracing a dark blood-red path, shot towards Ning Fa, who was casting a spell, with terrifying force.

This scene happened extremely suddenly, and the cultivators from all sides, including Liu Wenyuan, Su Wanwan, and Jiang Xueting, looked up abruptly.

They looked on in disbelief, not understanding why Sun Xiong would suddenly turn against his own people.

The two mid-stage Transformation Realm demon cultivators and the mid-stage fourth-order sea race member opposite them all wore cold smiles, clearly already aware of the situation.

Ning Fa, whose body was crackling with intense lightning, was still casting a spell with his eyes closed. The silver lightning ball in front of him was already over ten feet in size, radiating terrifying pressure, and he seemed completely unaware of Sun Xiong's attack.

"Senior Ning, be careful!" Su Wanwan and Jiang Xueting shouted anxiously.

Su Wanwan produced a delicate jade pendant the size of a palm, which transformed into a large jade hand in the light, attempting to intercept her.

Jiang Xueting's beautiful face contorted into a ferocious expression. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which transformed into a crimson crescent moon, heading towards the crimson arrow of light with an arcane trajectory.

However, given their cultivation levels, how could they possibly stop Sun Xiong, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who cultivated both body and magic, from unleashing a powerful attack? They simply couldn't intercept it.

At this moment, Liu Wenyuan, who was about to lend a helping hand, suddenly stopped holding his pen with his right hand, narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Fa with a thoughtful look in them.

Just then, the smile on Sun Xiong's face suddenly froze.

Ning Fa, who was casting a spell, was enveloped in a special silver lightning, and then, after a series of thunderclaps, he mysteriously disappeared.

At the same time, Sun Xiong felt that his divine sense could no longer locate Ning Fa's whereabouts.

With a deafening roar, the crimson arrow of light exploded, transforming into a crimson ball of light that rapidly expanded.

The surrounding cultivators immediately dodged away, and a large hole was melted into the layer of shimmering spiritual energy shield.

But Sun Xiong was anxiously unleashing his full divine sense, trying to find Ning Fa's whereabouts.

But just then, a thunderclap sounded a few feet behind him.

Ning Fa's figure appeared in the lightning. He still held the silver lightning ball, which was already over ten feet in size, aloft in his hand. It was covered with dense silver lightning runes, and a terrifying pressure that seemed to destroy the world emanated from it.

Ning Fa smirked and threw the silver lightning ball at Sun Xiong without hesitation.

Sun Xiong then realized what was happening and was immediately terrified, but it was too late to escape. In his haste, he tried to use any means to defend himself.

But at that moment, silver lightning suddenly flickered in Ning Fa's eyes.

The next moment, two slightly illusory silver-white bolts of lightning shot out from his eyes and disappeared in a flash.

It was none other than Ning Fa's Spiritual Mind Thunder.

At the same time, two bolts of spiritual lightning suddenly appeared in Sun Xiong's sea of ​​consciousness and struck fiercely towards it.

Within Sun Xiong's dark sea of ​​consciousness, a thunderous storm seemed to erupt, raging wildly.

Sun Xiong was struck dumb, his face contorted in agony as he clutched his head and groaned in pain. He felt as if his mind was being torn apart, the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't even think about casting a spell to defend himself.

After all, Ning Fa's spiritual power was stronger than that of an ordinary great cultivator. The spiritual lightning he was unleashing at full power was difficult for even a great cultivator to withstand, let alone him.

Immediately, Ning Fa's long-brewing silver lightning ball also erupted with a thunderous roar that seemed to soar straight to the heavens.

The silver lightning ball instantly transformed into a silver lightning storm, enveloping Sun Xiong and his disciples.

Such a powerful attack caused the weather to change, and the powerful attacks from the surrounding cultivators were all suppressed.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Xiong's four Core Formation stage disciples vanished into thin air amidst the silver lightning, their faces filled with despair.

Sun Xiong, who was still keeping his eyes closed and his face contorted in pain, suddenly had a pale yellow ancient talisman appear on his forehead.

(End of this chapter)