Immortals of the End Times

Chapters 169-191: Dual-Core Divine Senses, Clash of Cave Masters, Reversing the Bone Demon (Two Chapters Combined, Please Subscribe)

"Not bad!"

Faced with Yan Lan's surprise, Zhao Wuji transmitted a wave of his divine sense, "I used a few ancient spirit stones and broke through in one go."

"Good lad!" Yan Lan's red lips curved into an amazed smile. "Although you used an ancient spirit stone, you didn't rely on the Mind Condensation Pill. With your golden light spiritual talent, you broke through without even encountering a bottleneck."

Her gaze suddenly sharpened, and she murmured, "Your spiritual strength is actually so powerful? Your foundation is even deeper than mine and your peak master's."

Is this the benefit of a martial arts immortal's condensed will?

"That's possible, I'm also wondering."

Yan Lan's eyes suddenly glowed crimson, and her divine sense surged out like flames, colliding with Zhao Wuji's divine sense.

The moment their consciousnesses collided.

Zhao Wuji's divine sense instantly acted as an invisible barrier, freezing Yan Lan's fiery divine sense in mid-air.

"Not bad!"

Yan Lan nodded and withdrew her divine sense, praising, "Although your divine sense strength is not yet at the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm, it is almost top-tier among the early-stage Condensation Realm cultivators."

She said cheerfully, “It just so happens that we will meet at Shiping Cliff tomorrow. You are at the Concentration Realm, so don’t make a fuss about it!”
If those old fogies have ulterior motives, they might join forces to target you if they know you've made a breakthrough.

You will come with me tomorrow, in case anyone is truly blind.

A dangerous smile curved her red lips as she transmitted her voice, "Let's give those old geezers a surprise!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Wuji understood and then slowly withdrew his divine sense.

In fact, he had other ruthless methods he hadn't used yet, such as his divine sense being able to merge with the Heavenly Dao Tribulation within his martial will to launch an attack.

Alternatively, one could use the power of guiding qi to transform and convert it into qi, imbuing one's divine sense with the Xuanbing damage from Peak Master Hua or the Yan Shibo's Yanyang damage.

These are all ways to make one's divine sense more powerful.

However, there's no need to get serious with one's own senior master.

"receive!"

On the roof of the Frosty Palace, as Zhao Wuji's thoughts stirred...

The twenty-zhang-long space of the celestial chamber suddenly collapsed to the size of a mustard seed and disappeared into the space between the eyebrows.

When it unfolds again, the connection between the divine consciousness and space is as smooth as an extension of one's own limb.

"Now, if I want to enter the Heavenly Pot, I can simply use a thought, or even a fleeting thought, to capture the enemy's magical artifacts within it."
As long as the enemy isn't too powerful, and their magic or magical artifacts can shatter the stability of the inner space, it's almost guaranteed to succeed!

Feeling the power of his transformation, Zhao Wuji was invigorated and suddenly pointed his fingers like a sword.

"Whoosh!"

The Cold Soul Sword flew out from his sleeve and, under the control of his divine sense, transformed into a swimming dragon, its speed more than twice as fast as before.

As the sword's edge swept across, subtle ripples appeared in the surrounding air. Even before it touched the ground, it tore the ground open with sword marks.

This is a sign that the intensity of divine consciousness is interfering with reality.

However, his total spiritual energy had not actually reached the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm; it was only in terms of 'purity' that it seemed to be close.

Zhao Wuji observed the sea of ​​consciousness and was able to see its range, which was approximately three hundred feet.

The silver mist within the sea of ​​consciousness was interspersed with specks of starlight.

At the center of the mist, two divine thought cores were condensed, which had already been stabilized immediately after the breakthrough.

"Hmm? I heard from the Peak Master that after breaking through to the Concentration Realm, the range of one's sea of ​​consciousness is about a hundred feet in radius, which may vary slightly depending on the cultivation method and aptitude."

Moreover, there will only be one core of divine thought.

Once one's divine sense clashes with an enemy's, and their core is shattered, the consequences range from severe mental and physical injury to a drop in cultivation level.

"But I've only just broken through, and my sea of ​​consciousness already spans three hundred feet! And while others have a single core, I have a dual core?"

Zhao Wuji immediately realized that the two enhancements the Yin-Yang Pearl had given him were not simply about improving his soul and extending his lifespan.

After his soul became stronger, his talent for spiritual perception also improved.

At this moment, his new state also emerged within the Yin-Yang Pearl.

Immortal cultivation level: Early stage of Spirit Condensation (12/3000)

Martial Immortal Cultivation: Blood Fiend Level 5 (131/300)

"The resources needed for further advancement will be much greater. However, I can now be considered a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Zhao Wuji was delighted and flew down on the wind.

I feel that using the Wind Control Technique is much easier than before, as if I have transformed into the wind and drifted far away in an instant.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the clouds, his purple robes fluttering in the wind, and a faint, newly enlightened aura swirling in his hair.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his divine sense sweeping across the mountains and rivers beneath his feet like a tidal wave.

The purple spiritual energy deep within his spine resonated with his newly formed consciousness, making every inch of his skin radiate a crystal-clear luster.

"Spiritual transformation has such miraculous effects."

He gently stroked his brow with his fingertips, feeling the surging dual-core divine consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness, and a thoughtful smile appeared on his lips, "Or perhaps it is the sublimation brought about by the breakthrough of the realm?"
Unfortunately, I only achieved the Purple Light Spiritual Talent through drinking alcohol and using a sobering stone.

A mountain breeze swept by, and Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the clouds like lightning, looking towards the north.

That's the direction where the Xuanming Dynasty is located.

"In this degenerate age, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so depleted."

He muttered to himself, "Even within the Xuanming royal family, there probably aren't many who can reach the Nascent Soul stage."

A golden light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and the clouds within three zhang around him spontaneously condensed into the shape of an ice crystal sword.

"First, we should unite all the grotto heavens in the south, use their resources to break through to the Concentration stage, and then, once our foundation is solid, we can plan for the Profound Enlightenment."

"The way of prudence is the foundation of longevity."

Zhao Wuji's hair fluttered in the wind. "At that time, whether we take advantage of the situation or find another way, we should be able to handle it with ease."

His consciousness flashed.

They forcibly captured the male tyrant who was flirting with a female myna bird in the forest and brought him over to play together.

Time flies, and the next day is just around the corner.

Without Yan Lan summoning him, Zhao Wuji arrived at the main peak of Linlang, ready to accompany Yan Lan to Shiping Cliff for their appointment.

"Wuji, you've arrived so quickly? Your master spent the entire night repairing the Blazing Sun Wheel and is currently taking a medicinal bath. Please wait a moment."

Yan Lan's languid voice suddenly came through the door array, accompanied by the faint sound of flowing water.

"Uh!"

Zhao Wuji quickly bowed his head and said, "No rush, Uncle-Master, please enjoy yourself."

The Compendium of Nourishing Life mentions that "morning baths invigorate the Yang energy, while night baths calm the mind."

However, the "Essential Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Gold Pieces" emphasizes that "bathing should not cause excessive sweating," as excessive sweating will deplete Yang energy.

"Shut up! Don't give me that nonsense! Instead of wasting your time with all that classical Chinese, you might as well give your senior uncle acupuncture."

Zhao Wuji was embarrassed.

There was also the "flower dew bath" method recommended in the Compendium of Materia Medica.

After being reprimanded by his senior apprentice, he stopped talking.

Meanwhile, far away in the third branch of the Wang family in the Xuanming Dynasty, Hua Qingshuang was sitting comfortably on a futon in the center of the cultivation room.

It has been three months. Since returning to the Wang family with Hua Lingxiang, she has been settled in this spiritually rich courtyard.

Despite enjoying cultivation resources far exceeding those of ordinary members of the Wang family, they were never formally received.

"This is quite a good treatment. The spiritual vein here is actually a complete fourth-level spiritual vein, and it is not very depleted. It is probably a result of the method of plundering the dragon vein's energy to forcibly continue and resist the end of the Dharma."

Hua Qingshuang opened her eyes and gently stroked the jade pendant with the character "Hua" on her waist.

Outside the window, two maids respectfully carried spiritual fruits and pills past, but when they saw her, they quickly lowered their heads, a barely perceptible shadow flashing in their eyes.

"Miss Shuang, the mistress requests your presence."

Outside the door, an elderly woman with white hair stood bowing, her voice hoarse.

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly. So, he's finally willing to see her?

After passing through a winding corridor, she was soon led into an ancient and simple hall.

The interior of the hall is simply furnished, yet it exudes an aura of authority that comes with the passage of time.

In the very center, on a sandalwood chair, sat an elderly woman with white hair and a youthful face.

It was none other than Hua Feng, the matriarch of the third branch of the Wang family, the birth mother of Hua Lengyun, and the grandmother of Hua Lingxiang.

"Shuang'er, you've arrived?"

The voice of the matriarch, Hua Feng, was surprisingly young, a stark contrast to her full head of silver hair.

She put down her teacup, her weathered gaze smiling as she swept over Hua Qingshuang's entire body.

In that instant, Hua Qingshuang felt a strange palpitation in her heart.

Because the mistress's gaze suddenly became too intense, as if she were looking at a rare treasure rather than a living person.

"So alike, so incredibly alike!"

The mistress muttered to herself, then suddenly stood up and slowly walked to Hua Qingshuang, almost pressing her face against hers to examine her closely.

Hua Qingshuang suppressed the urge to retreat, and the Xuanbing Technique within her body activated on its own, subconsciously defending herself.

"Don't be nervous, child."

Realizing her lapse in decorum, Madam Hua Feng took a half step back and put on a kind smile. "Grandmother just didn't expect that you and our ancestor would be so similar."

She suddenly touched a ring on her finger, took out a yellowed scroll, and slowly unfurled it.

But in the painting, there was a woman who looked eight or nine parts like Hua Qingshuang, only her clothes were more ancient and her eyes had a bit more heroic spirit.

"What is this?" Hua Qingshuang's pupils contracted slightly.

The woman looked remarkably like her.

“This is our Hua clan’s true ancestor, Yu Ji’s younger sister, Hua Yu.”

"Huh?" Hua Qingshuang was taken aback. "Yu Ji's younger sister? Then why isn't her surname Yu? Did she change it later?"

"Hehehe," the mistress smiled and shook her head, "Yu Ji was simply named because she was born in a village at the foot of Yushan Mountain in Changshu. Therefore, later historians referred to her by her birthplace, hence the name 'Yu Ji'."
"Yu is a given name, not a surname. Our clan's surname is Hua."

"Hey!"

The mistress sighed and said, "Back then, when Xiang Yu was defeated at Gaixia, Yu Ji committed suicide for love. Her sister led some of the family members to escape and live in hiding."

However, they were eventually found by the Wang family ancestor, and a marriage alliance was formed to jointly study the martial arts legacy left behind by the former Overlord, as well as the supernatural powers within the Overlord's bloodline!

Hua Qingshuang's heart skipped a beat.

My father never mentioned this secret.

The matriarch's fingers gently traced the portrait: "In our lineage, women in every generation exhibit atavism, but someone like you, almost exactly like our ancestor..."

Her voice trembled slightly, "A once-in-a-millennium event."

Hua Qingshuang keenly noticed that when the mistress spoke these words, her right hand unconsciously reached for her left wrist.

She was wearing an antique jade bracelet with intricate patterns carved on it.

"Your father will be back in another year."

The matriarch suddenly changed the subject, "Before that, the family will do everything in its power to nurture you. These resources are rare even for direct descendants."

She clapped her hands, and four maids filed in, carrying trays filled with jade boxes and porcelain vases.

Hua Qingshuang scanned the area with her divine sense and her gaze immediately sharpened.

The Mind-Concentrating Pill, genuine Jade Marrow Elixir, and several other substances she didn't recognize.
Why am I being treated like this?

Hua Qingshuang's voice was icy.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. The Wang family's plundering of the dragon veins of small kingdoms from all directions is certainly not a charitable act.

"Shuang'er, don't overthink it."

The mistress's smile remained unchanged: "You've probably been away from home for too long and haven't experienced the warmth and affection of family."

As your grandmother and the current head of the Hua family, all I want is for the Hua family to recover and thrive again.

Your bloodline is so pure, it's just a pity you weren't in the family from a young age and lacked proper upbringing.

Now, your grandmother will make it up to you. If you can break through to the late stage of the Condensation Realm within a year and cultivate the family's secret technique, the "Flower Goddess Moon-Guiding Technique," you will achieve twice the result with half the effort.

As she spoke, she took out a jade slip and handed it to Hua Qingshuang: "This is the first level of the cultivation method. It involves drawing upon the essence of Taiyin to reshape your meridians. After mastering it, and absorbing a portion of the Overlord's True Blood, you will awaken a portion of the power of your double pupils and be able to see through illusions."

Hua Qingshuang did not take it immediately, but pondered and asked, "What exactly is my father doing? I haven't seen him since I came back."

The mistress's smile remained unchanged as she nodded and said, "Good child, you are filial. Your father is on a mission outside, which cannot be disclosed."

If you're worried, you can go find him yourself once you've cultivated to the late stage of the Spirit Condensation realm within a year."

“One year.” Hua Qingshuang pondered for a moment, and finally accepted the jade slip.

"Thank you for your kindness, Madam."

After leaving the main hall and returning to the courtyard, Hua Qingshuang immediately activated all the protective formations.

She took out the long-distance communication jade talisman connected to Zhao Wuji.

After being activated, the jade pendant did not react at all.

"It's too far away."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes darkened slightly.

She looked down at the jade slip containing the "Flower Goddess's Guide to the Moon" in her hand.

After much deliberation, she decided not to immediately use her spiritual sense to learn it.

Outside the window, dusk was falling.

Hua Qingshuang gazed at the distant, brightly lit palace complex, yet it didn't feel as warm as the frigid Hanyue Peak.

"Unrestrained."

She unconsciously murmured the name.

If such a clever disciple were here, he would surely be able to see something amiss.

but now.
Hua Qingshuang took a deep breath, took out the bottle of Jade Marrow Elixir, and poured a drop into her palm.

The liquid crystals are crystal clear and release a strong concentration of spiritual energy.

She moved.

It opened its mouth and spat out a golden cocoon.

This is the Spirit-Eating Insect King that Zhao Wuji crafted for her and Yan Lan; it can simulate the Bloodline Curse.

At this moment, the Insect King exhaled from its body, sensed her intention, and immediately opened its mouth to swallow part of the Jade Marrow Elixir.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong, Hua Qingshuang felt relieved and drank the pure spiritual liquid, then began to circulate the Profound Ice Technique.

During a break from her cultivation, the image of her ancestor, who looked almost exactly like her, appeared in her mind.

"Hua Yu."

Hua Qingshuang murmured the name, and the image of the mistress's gaze upon her resurfaced in her mind.

Shiping Cliff.

This place is located at the border of the three kingdoms of Xuan, Qian, and Yun.

The clouds and mist on the mountain cliffs coiled like dragons and snakes.

At this moment, on the mountaintop platform, the masters of the various grotto-heavens sat in their seats on the stone platform, the atmosphere tense and solemn, each harboring their own ulterior motives as they discussed the Treaty of Tiannan.

The Supreme Cave Master, Bai Chengshang, sat upright to one side, playing with the "Mysterious Heaven Seal" in his hand. His gaze was as deep as an abyss, and he seemed to be unharmed as he listened to the heated debate among the crowd.

At this moment, the Lord of Yanling Cave, with his fiery red hair and nine fire patterns encircling his robe, slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Your Linlang Cave Heaven colluded with the Xuanming Dynasty, causing the loss of most of my Yanling disciples!"

"Are you still trying to hold onto these resource points? Then there's no point in pursuing a purely diplomatic treaty with the Tiannan Treaty."

The Xuanxiao Cave Master's face was sinister, and he sneered, "Yan Lan, your Linlang Cave Heaven has an unclear relationship with the Dynasty cultivators, and you have harmed so many people. Do you really think that you can get away with it by saving a few people with a mere Qi Refining junior?"

The White Bone Cave Master, with a string of human bone prayer beads around his neck, spoke in a hoarse voice: "Why waste words? Let me use the methods of the White Bone Sect to directly interrogate this junior, and he will naturally know the conspiracy of the Xuanming Dynasty!"

"Forced confession!?"

Yan Lan sneered disdainfully, "You, Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, think you can force a confession from me, the peak master of the Linglang Cave Heaven? Do you even have the ability?"

She abruptly changed the subject, her fiery red eyes sweeping over the other cave masters, "My Linlang Cave Heaven, like Qingming Cave Heaven, is a victim."

The conspiracy between the Xuanming Dynasty and Zhong Kui was a decision made by the previous generation and has nothing to do with our generation. Even the disciples of our grotto-heaven are victims.”

"What a joke!" the Xuanxiao Cave Master angrily rebuked. "Do you really think that changing the cave master will absolve you of all grudges?"

Yan Lan's eyes narrowed dangerously. "It seems you're not here today with the intention of sincerely renewing the Tiannan Treaty, but rather to discuss how to deal with my Linlang Cave Heaven? What?"

A mocking smile curved her red lips as she looked at the Supreme Cave Master. "Cave Master Bai, it seems your injuries have healed and you're feeling confident now? Even if you can deal with me, do you really have the confidence to deal with the Xuanming Dynasty?"

The Xuanxiao Cave Master said coldly, "There's no need to bring up the Xuanming Dynasty to intimidate us. The Great Wilderness is vast. After the Ming Dynasty, the Great Wilderness will be divided into the Nine Provinces and a Hundred Kingdoms."

The Xuanming Dynasty was only in the upper-middle range in the entire Beiyun Di Prefecture.

Even the Wang family is nothing but a bunch of rats whose ancestors betrayed King Xiang. They rose to power by stealing other people's blood and heads, and they are still subject to the control of the Qilin Sword Sect.

Chen Fei, the Golden Core Sword Immortal Ancestor of the Qilin Sword Sect, is known as the Number One Cultivator of Northern Clouds. What a prestigious reputation he commands!

"Oh?"

Yan Lan chuckled, "Could it be that there's a considerable force behind Xuanxiao Cave Heaven? And since you've already investigated, Xuanxiao Cave Master, why don't you lend a hand and complain to the Qilin Sword Sect to cause trouble for the Wang family?"

The Xuanxiao Cave Master's eyes immediately darkened.

If the Wang family were so easy to deal with, and could be resolved simply by making complaints, how could they have prospered to this day?

"Master Yan"

Ancestor Yanling lowered his eyelids slightly and said coldly, "No matter what you think, the crimes of your Linlang Cave Heaven are indeed countless."

Your Flower Cave Masters have all left the cave and gone to Xuanming; this is something you can't escape.

He said in a deep voice, "Tiannan does not welcome forces like yours that break the rules. The Sino-Tiannan Treaty is meant to require your Linlang Cave Heaven to make concessions and give up all the resource points."

Yan Lan suddenly erupted with powerful spiritual energy and blazing flames, stood up and said coldly, "So what if I don't allow it? Your Yanling Cave Heaven is also an outside force, and you are not qualified to point fingers in Tiannan."

These words immediately created a tense atmosphere.

Zhao Wuji suddenly stepped forward, bowed and smiled, "Why are you cave masters so aggressive, forcing my Linlang Cave Heaven to give up its resource points?"

Why don't we all share our resource points? Then we can each take what we need and exchange resources. Wouldn't that be better?

"Hmm?" The Supreme Cave Master Bai Chengshang's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at Zhao Wuji and shouted, "Boy, step back!"

Zhao Wuji glanced at Bai Chengshang, ignored him, and was about to continue speaking.

Suddenly, the Lord of the White Bone Cave erupted, his bone whip like a venomous dragon aimed straight for Zhao Wuji's throat: "A mere Qi Refining junior dares to sit and speak? Disrespectful to elders! Take three of my whips first!"

"presumptuous!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned slightly cold. His sleeves fluttered, and the white bone whip suddenly disappeared into thin air. A powerful spiritual aura suddenly erupted from his body.

"What! You, you're also at the Nascent Soul Realm?"

The master of the White Bone Cave suddenly changed his expression, feeling a strange sense of loss as he lost contact with the magical artifact, and was horrified.

The other three cave masters were also astonished by Zhao Wuji's sudden burst of strength and had not yet recovered.

But then, from the sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff, gusts of wind suddenly howled, accompanied by powerful spiritual waves approaching.

The flying boat from Qingming Cave Heaven is rapidly approaching.

At the bow of the ship, the ancient Taoist priest and the general stood with their hands behind their backs, their spiritual power overwhelming.

Upon seeing this, the Supreme Cave Master and the others all changed color.

"Yan Lan, how could your Linlang Cave Heaven actually cooperate with the ancient cultivator Huang Shang?" Ancestor Yanling roared in shock and anger.

Yan Lan suddenly burst into laughter, her red robes blazing like fire, her imposing aura astonishing. "What a joke! Do you think I'm the one who decides whether ancient cultivators are coming?"

She suddenly transmitted her voice to Zhao Wuji, "Wuji! I knew these old ghosts wouldn't behave. Kill them! You break through the encirclement first, don't linger in battle!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly activated the Nine Revolutions Primordial Spear and launched an attack on the Xuanxiao Cave Master, who posed the greatest threat.

"Young man! Give me back my magic weapon!"

At this moment, Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, roared like thunder, his withered hands forming a hand seal.

Suddenly, it transformed into a pale white bone claw, with five eerie green ghost flames coiling around its fingertips, and wherever it passed, the air was corroded into wisps of green smoke.

The bone claw swelled to the size of a millstone as it faced the wind, and the stench of blood swirling between its claws condensed into seven twisted ghost faces, emitting a piercing shriek.

It was a vengeful spirit that had been incorporated into the souls of seven late-stage Qi Refining cultivators!

The moment the bone claws tore towards Zhao Wuji, Wei Ding secretly formed the "Soul-Destroying Seal" in his sleeve.

Three invisible bone needles silently rose from the top of the head, their bodies entwined with grayish-white corpse energy.

Each needle tip carries a burning soul lamp, which is his famous technique, "Three Yin God-Slaying Needles".

"Since you've just entered the Concentration stage, as your elder, I'll teach you how to use your divine sense!"

A sinister smile flashed in Wei Ding's eyes.

Just as the claw shadow was about to touch Zhao Wuji's face, the three Yin-Slaying Divine Needles suddenly disappeared.

It transformed into a divine sense attack, aimed directly at Zhao Wuji.

"A mere trick, here's your whip back!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji caused a crack to appear in the space between the pots.

The white bone whip had only flown halfway when it suddenly trembled violently with a "hum," and dense dragon-shaped blood patterns appeared on its surface, clearly indicating that it had been devoured beyond recognition by numerous spirit-eating insect kings.

"laugh!"

The blood-patterned bone whip, like a venomous snake turning on its prey, suddenly lashed out at the bone claw.

The old demon frantically made a hand seal to try to control it, but suddenly the tip of the whip exploded, and dozens of dark gold insect kings flapped their wings and swooped down, their mouthparts opening and closing and gnawing at the bone claws that were attacking them, making a "sizzling" sound!
"Gu worms!?" The White Bone Cave Master exclaimed in astonishment.

A golden light suddenly surged from between Zhao Wuji's brows, and his newly formed divine consciousness condensed into three short swords wrapped in blood-red evil patterns.

"Ding!"

The three Yin-Slaying Divine Needles struck the sword shadow shooting out from between his eyebrows, and the Soul-Burning Lamp shattered on the spot, melting away like snow meeting the blazing sun.

"Destroy!"

A flash of bloodlust appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

The blood-red, sword-like divine sense shot out rapidly, shattering the three needles as if struck by lightning.

The Blood Fiend Sword shot towards the White Bone Cave Master's sea of ​​consciousness, directly targeting the core of his divine sense.

Within the murderous sword-like divine sense, a wisp of turbid yellow aura suddenly burst forth, which was a trace of Heavenly Tribulation Turbidity.

"Ah!!!" Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, suddenly clutched his head and screamed in agony, spitting out black blood from his seven orifices.

The twelve human bone beads around his neck shattered with a "crack," shielding him from a fatal blow to his consciousness.

As the old demon staggered and retreated, his sea of ​​consciousness was churning like boiling water, and the turbid yellow aura was polluting the foundation of his divine consciousness!
"What? He just reached the Condensation Realm, and his divine sense is already this powerful?"

The pupils of the old ancestor Yanling suddenly contracted.

He clearly saw the sudden appearance of ashen color in Wei Ding's white hair.

"That kid!!"

The Supreme Cave Master's Xuan Tian Seal trembled with a "hum," his pupils contracted, and he was about to lend a helping hand.

To test why Zhao Wuji, the first spy, had lost control.

The spirit boat had already flown in from the sea of ​​clouds when suddenly a low shout, like the clang of metal on metal, rang out: "Kill!!"

"boom!"

General Gu Xiu's broken spear fell like a blood-red thunderbolt.

The Supreme Cave Master's expression changed, and he immediately activated the Mysterious Heaven Seal.

With a loud 'clang,' the Supreme Seal's spiritual light flashed intensely, and it was smashed backward, shattering the rocks on the mountaintop.

Seven spirit-binding ropes flew out from the ancient Taoist's sleeve at the same time. Each chain was engraved with demon-suppressing runes from the Northern Song Dynasty. In the blink of an eye, they formed a net that sealed off the gruesome-looking Flame Spirit Ancestor.

Zhao Wuji would never miss such a golden opportunity.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword was drawn with a clang. Before the blade even arrived, its chilling sword energy had already carved a ten-foot-long ice mark into the ground, heading straight for the White Bone Cave Master.

The Lord of the White Bone Cave hastily dispatched three substitute bone puppets, while his true form transformed into gray mist and fled.

With a series of "crack" sounds, the three bone puppets were instantly frozen into ice sculptures.

"Asshole!"

Wei Ding was filled with shock and anger, and was about to unleash his trump card, the White Bone Demon Art, when he suddenly felt a tremor in his sea of ​​consciousness.

A powerful surge of divine consciousness and the feeling of being controlled by a ghost suddenly swept over us.

"No!!".
(End of this chapter)