I am in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have a demonic beast clone!

Chapter 152 Fierce Battle!

"roar!"

Faced with the full force of the ancient treasure flying sword wielded by the Nascent Soul cultivator, Xiao Jin's dark golden vertical pupils flashed with fierce light. Instead of retreating, he let out a roar full of fighting spirit!

Its dark golden demonic light suddenly erupted to its maximum, and its innate defensive divine power "Golden Armor Technique" was instantly activated!

A layer of incredibly solid, thick armor of light, flowing with dark gold runes, like the most sturdy battle armor, instantly covered every inch of its scales!

"bite-!!!"

A deafening roar, like two divine weapons clashing violently, erupted the instant the azure greatsword pierced Xiao Jin's chest, revealing his "golden armor"!

The raging blue icy sword energy and the dark golden defensive demonic light collided, annihilated, and exploded!

Centered on the point of impact, visible blue-gold energy ripples spread wildly, cutting huge trenches into the sea below and creating towering waves!

However, as the light faded slightly, the gray-robed old man's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, his face revealed an undisguised shock and horror!

His ancient blue flying sword, powerful enough to severely injure or even kill ordinary level seven demonic beasts, only managed to pierce less than half an inch into the "golden armor" covering Xiao Jin's body!

They were firmly blocked and could not advance an inch further!

The dark golden "golden armor" shimmered, dissolving and neutralizing the terrifying icy sword energy and sharp sword intent layer by layer. Although the light flickered violently and was uncertain, it managed to withstand the angry attack of the Nascent Soul cultivator!

And the scales of Little Gold's body, protected by the "Golden Armor," were completely undamaged!

Its massive body was only forced back several dozen feet by the immense force contained in the sword, creating a deep trench in the sea before coming to a steady stop. Its dark golden vertical pupils remained fixed on the old man, its ferocity undiminished!

"This—how is this possible?!" The gray-robed old man was filled with shock and disbelief.

His "Mystic Ice Demon-Slaying Sword" is an ancient treasure forged from the essence of mystic ice. Its power is unparalleled. Combined with his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, even a level seven peak defensive demon beast would not dare to take its edge head-on!

The defensive power of this strange level six demonic beast before us is terrifyingly powerful!

This is beyond his understanding of demonic beasts!

What kind of breed is this?

What kind of extraordinary bloodline does it possess?

Shocked, an even more intense and almost uncontrollable greed burned wildly in his heart like a poisonous fire!

If such a spirit beast could be tamed, its abnormal defensive power would make it his strongest shield and fighting force, making him invincible in exploring dangerous places and dealing with powerful enemies in the future!

Perhaps, through their bloodline, they can even glimpse higher-level mysteries!

This beast must be captured!

"Young man, I'm determined to have your spirit beast!" The greed in the gray-robed old man's eyes was almost tangible. He shouted and no longer held back.

He rapidly made hand seals, chanted incantations, and suddenly threw something in the direction where Xiao Jin was!

It was a palm-sized, grayish-brown, seemingly inconspicuous, net-like object.

The moment this object left my hand, it swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a massive gray net that blotted out the sky and covered an area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius!

Above the gray net, countless fine silver runes flowed, emitting a strange fluctuation that imprisoned space and sealed spiritual energy. The speed was incredible, and it descended upon Xiao Jin, who had just stabilized his body!

"Anti-air trap net!" the gray-robed old man shouted. This was a rare treasure he had acquired in his early years. Although it was not an offensive weapon, it was good at trapping enemies. Once trapped by it, it could isolate the spiritual energy inside and outside, and prevent the flow of magic power and demonic power. No matter how powerful you were, it would be difficult to break free for a short time.

He made up his mind to first use this treasure to trap the troublesome beast, and then concentrate on dealing with Zhou Ding. As long as he captured its master, the spirit beast would be easy to capture.

"roar!"

Little Gold seemed to sense the threat of the gray net and roared as it tried to dodge, but the gray net covered too much area, moved too fast, and had some kind of spatial locking ability. As soon as its huge body moved, the gray net was already upon it, like a net that covered the sky and the earth, instantly enveloping its huge body along with the surrounding dozens of feet of space!

The gray net tightened, the silver runes shone brightly, and a powerful force of restriction spread out. The dark golden demonic light on Xiao Jin's body and the "Golden Armor Technique" were quickly suppressed and dimmed, and most of the primordial bloodline force field surging around him was also isolated.

It struggled fiercely, its sharp claws tearing and flashing with dark light, but the gray net was incredibly tough and seemed to absorb the force of the attack. For a moment, it was truly trapped in the net and could not escape. It could only let out angry and unwilling roars.

"Haha, you beast, let's see how arrogant you can be now!" Seeing this, the gray-robed old man felt relieved and a smug look appeared on his face.

He ignored Xiao Jin, who was temporarily trapped, and his cold gaze, like that of a venomous snake, instantly locked onto Zhou Ding, who had not moved at all and whose expression was solemn.

"Youngster, now it's your turn. Without this beast protecting you, let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve." The gray-robed elder sneered, and his dark blue giant sword spun in the air, its tip once again aimed at Zhou Ding, the terrifying icy sword intent locking him firmly in place.

"If you don't want to suffer the agony of having your soul extracted and refined, obediently hand over your demon core and all your storage bags now, and perhaps I'll grant you a quick death!"

Zhou Ding looked at Xiao Jin, trapped in the net and struggling angrily, then at the dark blue greatsword radiating a deadly chill, and at the gray-robed old man in the distance whose aura was like an abyss. The last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely extinguished. He knew that today's situation was one of no return.

He didn't answer, but slowly closed his eyes, as if he had given up resisting.

A hint of disdain flashed in the gray-robed old man's eyes, thinking that Zhou Ding had finally resigned himself to his fate.

With a flick of his sword finger, the azure greatsword let out another sharp cry, transforming into a deadly blue light as it pierced towards Zhou Ding's vital dantian!

He didn't use his full strength with this sword strike; he only intended to cripple the opponent's cultivation, capture him alive, and interrogate him to extract his secrets.

However, just as the azure giant sword was about to strike, Zhou Ding's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!

There was no fear or despair in his eyes, only a chilling calm and resolute determination!

The talisman, the Six Jia Heavenly Soldiers Talisman, which he had been tightly holding in his right palm, suddenly erupted with intense golden light!

"Buzz—!!"

A grand hum, seemingly from the ancient wilderness and filled with a sacred, majestic, and protective aura, exploded from Zhou Ding's palm!

The blinding golden light, like a small sun rising out of nowhere, completely engulfed Zhou Ding's figure!

Within the golden light, countless mysterious and complex seven-colored runes emerged, flowed, and combined wildly as if they were alive!

In an instant, a phantom armor, with its simple and gorgeous design, flowing with seven colors of light—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—and exuding an indestructible and invulnerable sacred aura, suddenly covered Zhou Ding's entire body, as if a god were crowning him!

Above the armor, the phantoms of six divine generals, each with a different form, some wielding swords, some holding shields, some carrying pagodas, and some capturing dragons, appeared and disappeared, exuding a vast and majestic aura!

This is precisely the top-tier defense formed after the "Six Jia Heavenly Soldiers Talisman" is activated!

"bite--!!!"

Another deafening explosion!

The grey-robed elder wielded a dark blue giant sword that pierced fiercely into the seemingly thin yet radiant seven-colored armor on Zhou Ding's chest!

The anticipated scene of flying flesh and blood and the destruction of cultivation did not occur.

The azure giant sword, powerful enough to pierce mountains and freeze rivers, struck the seven-colored armor as if it had hit the hardest barrier in the world!

Where the sword tip touched the armor, a dazzling ball of light, a mixture of seven colors and dark blue, burst forth. The violent energy raged wildly, yet it could not shake the armor in the slightest!

The seven-colored light flowed, easily dissolving and deflecting the terrifying icy sword energy and sharp sword intent.

Despite being struck by the giant sword, Zhou Ding's figure only drifted back a few feet before he stood firmly on his feet. The seven-colored armor covering his entire body shimmered with light and remained completely unharmed!

"What?!" The gray-robed old man's sinister smile froze instantly, replaced by an even more intense shock and horror than when he saw Xiao Jin withstand the flying sword!

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the shimmering, illusory armor on Zhou Ding's body, and the six faintly visible phantoms of divine generals that exuded an oppressive aura even to a Nascent Soul cultivator like himself.

"What...what kind of treasure is this?!" The gray-robed old man was overwhelmed with shock.

The defensive power of this seven-colored armor seems to be even better than that beast's "golden armor".

Moreover, the sacred and majestic aura emanating from it is something that ordinary magical treasures cannot possess!

This is definitely not a supernatural power cultivated by this child himself, but rather the transformation of an extremely precious and powerful talisman or rare treasure!

"Just how many secrets and treasures does this kid possess?!" After the initial shock came an even more insane greed that nearly overwhelmed his reason!

First there was that strange spirit beast with abnormal defense, and now there's this incredibly powerful mysterious armor. Add to that the "background" of a possible Nascent Soul Master, and this kid is practically a walking treasure trove!

If he could capture it and obtain all of this, his strength would increase several times over, and he might even be able to advance further in the Nascent Soul stage. "Haha, good! Good! Good! Today is my lucky day!"

The gray-robed elder, instead of being angry, laughed, his eyes gleaming with an almost tangible greed. He stared intently at Zhou Ding as if he were examining a priceless treasure: "Young man, you certainly have quite a few good things on you! This armor is strong, but with your Core Formation stage cultivation, how long can you maintain it? Once your mana is exhausted, that will be your end! Surrender obediently, and perhaps I can spare your corpse!"

He was certain that such a powerful defensive treasure would consume a huge amount of energy, and it was definitely not something a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator could maintain for a long time.

As long as he continues to attack and exhausts his mana, victory will eventually be his.

However, he was wrong.

Once the "Six Jia Heavenly Ding Talisman" is activated, the resulting "armor" is not maintained by Zhou Ding's own magical power.

This talisman is an ancient and wondrous talisman. Once activated, it will automatically connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form a protective barrier.

Although there are certain requirements for the strength of the soul and initial mana of the person who activates it, the energy that maintains the existence of the armor mainly comes from the spiritual energy that roams between heaven and earth, as well as the divine power contained in the talisman itself.

The depletion of Zhou Ding's magical power was negligible.

What Zhou Ding lacked least was precisely a powerful divine sense!

With his current terrifying spiritual strength, comparable to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, maintaining the stable existence of the "Seven-Colored Armor" and precisely controlling its defense is more than enough for him!

As long as the spiritual energy of this world is not depleted, and as long as the divine power of the talisman itself is not exhausted, he can maintain this powerful defense indefinitely!

Zhou Ding slowly raised his head, and through the seven-colored light emanating from his armor, he coldly gazed at the greedy old man in gray robes, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"Senior wants to wear down this junior? Why not—give it a try?"

Beneath the leaden gray alien sky, above a solitary island, a strange and unequal battle of attack and defense has been raging for a full half hour.

The gray-robed old man hovered a hundred feet in the air, his body surrounded by a pale blue aura that surged like a burning flame.

His face was ashen, his eyes burning with rage and undisguised greed. His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and he muttered incantations.

Under his skillful control, the dark blue "Mystic Ice Demon-Slaying Sword" transformed into streaks of blue lightning that tore through the sky, bombarding the figure below, who was covered in seven-colored flowing light armor, from all directions and from all tricky angles like a storm!

Sword energy crisscrossed, and icy cold raged.

Each sword strike carries the terrifying power to freeze the soul and tear apart the void, enough to easily annihilate a late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air condensed into ice crystals and snowflakes, and the sea surface was etched with deep, long-lasting ice marks. Even the islands and reefs below were riddled with holes by the aftershocks.

However, no matter how fierce, dense, or varied the attack was, Zhou Ding, who was at the heart of the attack, remained as steadfast as a rock in a raging storm.

The celestial armor, shimmering with seven colors, completely protected him.

On the surface of the armor, seven colors of light—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—flowed endlessly like ripples on water. The six faintly visible phantoms of divine generals either parried with swords, raised shields to meet the attack, or uttered true words, dissolving, deflecting, and annihilating the terrifying sword energy, ice spikes, and even the sinister spells occasionally cast by the old man.

The deafening explosions, the piercing sound of sword energy tearing apart, and the roar of colliding energies blended together in the sky above the island, like an endless thunderous war drum.

Zhou Ding closed his eyes slightly, his expression calm to the point of indifference.

He made no move to dodge or retaliate, but simply hovered there quietly, immersing all his mind in controlling the "Seven-Colored Armor".

The powerful divine sense, like the most sophisticated control network, covers every inch of the armor, sensing the landing point, intensity, and attributes of every attack, and guiding the power contained within the armor to defend against and neutralize attacks in the most efficient and economical way.

The armor's consumption mainly relies on communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the divine power of the talisman itself, with minimal absorption of his own magical power. His vast divine sense, comparable to that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, is the strongest guarantee for maintaining this precise control and maximizing the armor's defensive effectiveness.

"The Six Jia Heavenly Ding Talisman truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most precious treasures passed down through the Heavenly Talisman Sect," Zhou Ding thought to himself with admiration.

The defensive power of this talisman has now been personally verified, and it truly lives up to its reputation.

Although the gray-robed elder was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, the ancient treasure flying sword he wielded was incredibly powerful and its attacks were quite fierce. However, in front of this "Seven-Colored Armor," it was as if he had run into an impenetrable wall, and his efforts were in vain.

Zhou Ding even had a feeling that as long as his divine sense remained intact and the divine power of the armor did not dissipate, the opponent would have no chance of breaking through this defense unless they had a more terrifying or bizarre secret treasure or killing move.