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Chapter 97 The Prodigy Who Speaks Without Thinking

"Ancestor, do you think the wooden box hidden in the statue of Taixu Taoist Lord could be the key to Kuntian Immortal Palace?" Jiang Chuan said in a voice transmission.

"If you have a brain, you should use it more." Patriarch Ziyun sighed lightly.

Jiangchuan:? ? ?
Old Ancestor, don’t you feel it’s awkward to hear these words coming from your mouth?

"Taoist Lihuo himself said that he and Taoist Kanming snatched the wooden box from the demon tribe."

Patriarch Ziyun analyzed, "Kuntian Immortal Venerable was a renowned Immortal Venerable in the Middle Ages. By the end of the Middle Ages, he was said to have reached the twelfth realm. If the key to his immortal abode really fell into the hands of the demon race, would Lihuo and the others be needed to help him retrieve it?"

Jiang Chuan nodded: "In that case, the wooden box should not contain the key to Kuntian Immortal Mansion."

“And even if the wooden box contains the key to Kuntian Immortal Mansion, you are not strong enough to enter Kuntian Immortal Mansion.”

Patriarch Ziyun explained, "Outside Kuntian Immortal Mansion, an Eight Extremes and Eight Directions Golden Gate Life and Death Return Immortal Formation has been set up. The formation changes daily, and after each change, sixty-four paths are generated. Only one is the path of life, and the remaining sixty-three are all paths of death."

"You must be at least a tenth-level cultivator holding a supreme Taoist weapon to break through the immortal formation and reach Kuntian Immortal Mansion. Otherwise, you can only gamble on your luck for one in sixty-four and take the middle path."

“So, even if the wooden box really contains the key to Kuntian Immortal Palace, you can’t come to the Immortal Palace and obtain the inheritance and treasures of Kuntian Immortal Venerable.”

"One-sixty-fourth of luck." Jiang Chuan thought to himself.

Zheng!
At this moment, a sharp sword chant was heard.

The blood-red sword light whizzed out from the void, as if the blood-red purgatory had descended, accompanied by the wailing of thousands of evil spirits, slashing towards Ji Yanran and the elders of the Maha Palace behind Jiang Chuan.

Then a black figure holding a blood-red sword appeared beside Jiang Chuan.

"It's you!" Jiang Chuan immediately recognized that this was one of the two Blood Sea Demon Sect disciples who had assassinated him that day in order to repay Li Yuejiao's favor.

"Jingyang, I will block Ji Yanran and the other three for you. No, in two breaths, you must return my junior sister's sword to me." The black figure explained his purpose.

"I've self-destructed my top-grade flying sword, which can hold them off for more than two breaths."

As Jiang Chuan spoke, the four words "Live towards death" said by the formation spirit appeared in his mind again.

"The cheapest top-grade treasure costs 200,000 spirit stones. This one is considered quite good among top-grade treasures. It's no problem to sell it for 300,000 or 400,000 spirit stones. If you want it, you can exchange it with me for a treasure that can save my life."

"Please change your request." The black figure refused.

"It really does!"

Jiang Chuan's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself that it was true that one lived towards death. The closer to danger, the more likely there was to be a chance of survival.

"We're almost at the core of the Falling Sun Sea. If you don't want to go in with me, you only have thirty breaths to consider it."

"Young man, the opportunity for future generations to have hope is right in front of you. If you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever." Ancestor Ziyun also advised.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just promised my junior sister to help her get the sword." The black figure retorted loudly.

Patriarch Ziyun asked in return, "Isn't your ultimate goal in taking the sword to reproduce with her?"

"Ancestor, some things are not done just for the sake of reproducing offspring." Jiang Chuan spoke while flying his sword.

"You humans are really weird. You go to so much trouble and risk your life, but it's not for the purpose of reproducing offspring." Ancestor Ziyun rolled his eyes at Jiangchuan.

Jiangchuan: "."

Black figure: “.”

How do you explain to a cat that reproduction isn't necessarily the most important thing in life?
Looking at the core area of ​​the Meteoric Sea in the distance shrouded in yellow smoke, the black figure gritted his teeth.

"Before my master left the mountain, he gave me a Blood Soul Evil Thunder."

"The Blood Soul Evil Thunder is extremely vicious and specifically damages the physical body. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people in the Seven Realms to refine it. Who is your master?" asked the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

"Just tell me whether you want to change it or not." The black figure looked at Jiang Chuan.

"Change."

Jiang Chuan took out the blue sword without any hesitation.

The black figure also took out a blood-red lightning bead and handed it to Jiangchuan.

"If someone like you dies, the Qingyuan Realm will be very boring."

The black figure looked at Jiang Chuan deeply, and his figure slowly merged into the void.

"You and your sister still owe me a sword. I won't die until you pay off your debt."

Jiang Chuan raised the corner of his mouth, and the Shaoyin Sword under his feet accelerated again, tearing through the air and rushing towards the core area of ​​the Meteorite Sea.

The moment he flew into the core area, a feeling of oppression instantly surged into Jiang Chuan's heart.

It was as if there were a thousand and eight hundred sharp blades hanging above Jiangchuan's head, ready to fall at any time.

"In that battle, countless powerful warriors from both the human and demon races died. Legend has it that their grudges before death turned into a curse that enveloped this area. All living beings that enter this area will be cursed."

Patriarch Ziyun noticed the change in Jiangchuan's expression and began to explain.

"Ancestor, please introduce the core area to me."

Ancestor Ziyun nodded and said, "The core area of ​​the Meteoric Sea is mainly divided into four places, namely Kuntian Immortal Mansion, the Swastika Yin-Yang Land, the Netherworld Gorge, and the Hanging Coffin Mountain."

"Could it be that the Kuntian Immortal Palace is ahead?"

Jiangchuan looked into the distance and saw an area shrouded in steaming fairy light.

The fairy light is bright and dazzling, like a bright pearl inlaid on the earth, even more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

"Yes, that is Kuntian Immortal Mansion."

After receiving the affirmation from Ancestor Ziyun, Jiangchuan's eyes flickered slightly.

"Roar!!!"

At this moment, the deafening roar sounded again.

"Stop Jing Yang. As soon as Jing Yang entered the core area of ​​the Meteorite Sea, he went straight to the Kuntian Immortal Palace. It is very likely that he got the key to open the Kuntian Immortal Palace from Xiao Chitian!" Ji Yanran's voice was cold and full of murderous intent.

Jiangchuan: "."

As a foreign genius, can you please think before you speak? You chased me all the way, did you give me a chance to turn around?
"Jiangchuan, Ji Yanran is using Yama's last immortal power to approach us. If this continues, we will be caught up in less than three breaths." Ancestor Ziyun's face suddenly changed.

"Survive from death! Survive from death! Ancestor, let's charge into Kuntian Immortal Palace!"

Feeling the powerful and intimidating energy behind him, Jiang Chuan gritted his teeth and threw out a Qi gourd.

At the same time that the Yiqi Gourd collided with Yama's chariot again, Ji Yanran also rushed in front of Jiang Chuan.

Groan!
The black spear, like a snake emerging from a cave, pierced Jiang Chuan's chest.

At the same time, the red Shinto Dharmakaya also clenched his fists and blasted towards Jiangchuan.

Maha Prison Seal!
The aura of death, gloom, and weirdness emanated from Shinto Fa's body.

It was like a devil mountain from the underworld purgatory, collapsing the sky and heading towards Jiangchuan.

In the legends circulating in the Maha Temple, the supreme god they worship, Maha, is the supreme ruler who commands all the gods, demons and ghosts in hell.

The Maha Prison Seal is the supreme magical power that the god Maha uses to suppress the evil spirits in hell.

"kill!"

The Shaoyang Sword in Jiangchuan's hand turned into a sudden cold light, rushing towards the spear blade.

clang!
When the tip of the spear collided with the tip of the sword, Jiang Chuan used his palm as a knife and slashed out.

The sword that kills demons and slays monsters!

The dazzling blade light, like the light of destruction condensed from endless murderous intent, went straight towards the Maha Prison Seal.

"You little bastard, pay for Elder Bai Qian's life!"

While Jiang Chuan and Ji Yanran were fighting fiercely, the elders of the Maha Palace also arrived. One of them was a Taoist nun wearing a lotus crown, waving a whisk and sweeping towards Jiang Chuan.

The three thousand strands of black hair seemed as delicate as willows in the wind, but they emitted a terrifying aura that caused ripples in the void.

"Let me send you to hell to accompany her!"

Jiang Chuan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he activated the Sword Burial Coffin again. Ink-black sword lights flew out from the storage bag on his waist.

The sword light was like a heavy rain, knocking the whisk away and flying towards Ji Yanran and the fourteen elders of Maha Palace.

clang!
After Ji Yanran used a spear to knock the flying sword away, she used the Cang Hai Palm to slap Jiang Chuan again.

"Jingyang, without the Yiqi Gourd and Xiao Chitian's formation, you will surely die!"

"People who don't know you would think that you, Ji Yanran, are the Emperor of Heaven who holds the power of Heaven!"

Looking at the roaring waves, Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows, and a silver scroll appeared in his hand.

The silver scroll seemed to be woven from the rays of light from the sky, and was covered with dense array patterns.

It was the Autumn Wind and Winter Rain Formation that Elder Jingyun had previously refined for Jiangchuan.

hum!hum!hum!
Silver array patterns emerged from the array diagram, like a dragon swimming in the void, smashing the green waves formed by the Canglang Palm and leaving their mark in the void.

"I was the one who killed Wang Hongsheng with the Autumn Wind and Winter Rain Formation. Today, I will use this formation to destroy you."

As soon as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, the bloody autumn wind representing death and the extremely cold winter rain emerged.

"It's just a small formation. Elders, follow me to break it!"

Ji Yanran's red hair danced wildly, and she activated the golden armor on her body and rushed directly into the Autumn Wind and Winter Rain Formation.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The sound of sword chants rose one after another.

While Jiang Chuan controlled the Sword Burial Coffin to recall the flying sword, a supreme sword intent, like a passing gust of wind, surged out from his tall body.

Yaoguang God's Sword Control Technique!

"Sword Condensation!"

Jiang Chuan shouted.

The autumn wind, winter rain, and flying swords in the Autumn Wind and Winter Rain Formation merged into dark red long swords as Jiang Chuan's thoughts turned.

Looking at Ji Yanran who was leading the charge towards him, Jiang Chuan uttered a word softly.

"kill!"

At this moment, Jiang Chuan seemed like an emperor who ruled over the vast mountains and rivers, and he gave an order.

The dark red swords were like dark red thunders, as if the wrath of heaven was a punishment, heading straight for Ji Yanran.

Jiang Chuan used all his strength, coupled with the power of the Sword Burial Coffin and the Autumn Wind and Winter Rain Formation, even Ji Yanran, the number one prodigy of the Maha Palace, was beaten back by Jiang Chuan.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At the same time, many elders of Maha Palace also took action together to help Ji Yanran resist Jiang Chuan's attack.

Zheng!
Hearing the crisp sound of swords, Ji Yanran noticed the electric flash coming out of one of the dark red swords and smiled contemptuously.

"Jingyang, seeing you in contact with Wei Wenguang, I've been on guard against your Blood Soul Evil Thunder."

Ji Yanran and the elders of Maha Palace attacked together, bombarding the dark red sword that was emitting electric light.

"Look carefully, is that the Blood Soul Evil Thunder?"

As soon as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, the dark red sword exploded.

The purple thunder, like a bursting river, rushed towards Ji Yanran and the elders of Maha Palace.

This exploding thunder ball was simulating the evil-destroying thunder from the sky that was blasted towards Jiangchuan by Yuansheng in the middle era!
After Jiang Chuan killed Ji Yuansheng, the Sky-Destroying Evil Thunder fell into his hands.

"Sky-destroying evil thunder!"

Ji Yanran was horrified, but it was too late. Another dark red sword, with a bloody electric flash, had already fallen on the heads of her and the elders of the Maha Palace.

(End of this chapter)