Chapter 829: Swallowing the Nascent Soul

"Not bad! Not bad. Although this demonized body cannot compare to my original body, to be able to take a blow from me and not die, it seems you are not some low-level cultivator. This Venerable One will use you for a blood sacrifice first!" "Marquis Lord Nanlong" said gloomily.

He saw that the black energy on his face was three parts thicker than before, and his pair of silver-white eyeballs stared at the elder coldly, like a dead person, without blinking. The elder felt a chill erupt in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, "Marquis Lord Nanlong" moved, bringing with him a series of phantom traces, and pounced toward the elder, not wanting to waste any words.

The elder surnamed Lu was scared out of his wits and wanted to get out of the stone wall, but there was simply no time. The opponent's movements were too fast, pouncing in front of him almost instantly like a ghost, and a claw wreathed in black energy stabbed straight down at the elder's head.

The elder was in great anxiety, so he had no choice but to harden his heart. His entire body flashed with white light, pouring all his magic power into the fiery red gauze in one breath.

Suddenly, the fiery red light screen in front of him surged with red light half a foot high. The black claw stabbed down fiercely under the expressionless gaze of "Marquis Lord Nanlong".

A strange sound of "zzzt" rang out. The light screen was dazzling. In the elder's trepidation, the ghost claw finally stopped after penetrating the light screen by a foot.

Seeing this, the elder breathed a sigh of relief, his face recovering a little blood color. His body flashed with spiritual light again, and he was about to drive his body-protecting spiritual light to break out of the iron-hard restriction stone wall.

Opposite him, "Marquis Lord Nanlong" curled his lips slightly, revealing a look of mockery.

A loud bang rang out. "Marquis Lord Nanlong" waved his other arm and smashed it onto the red light screen.

The spiritual light that the elder had just released outside his body dissipated by more than half under the shock.

The elder was stunned. Before he could understand what the opponent intended, "Marquis Lord Nanlong" suddenly withdrew the arm that had penetrated the light screen and smashed down with another punch just as lightning-fast.

The light screen shook again, and the elder's remaining body-protecting spiritual light dissipated completely under this strike. At the same time, his body sank, sinking another few inches into the stone wall.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, the elder surnamed Lu finally remembered something, and his face changed drastically. He hurriedly shook the white magic flag in his hand, wanting to cast this treasure out.

But "Marquis Lord Nanlong" waved both fists, smashing down punch after punch without haste, giving the elder no chance to cast the flag at all. Each punch happened to scatter half of the spiritual energy the elder had just injected into the flag, and the strikes became faster and faster, with greater and greater force, and the rumbling sounds continued incessantly for a time.

The elder was horrified and wanted to cast other secret techniques, but his magic power was scattered before he could gather even half of it. He simply couldn't gather any magic power at all.

In this way, Lu Lu Weiying, despite having immense magic power and divine abilities, was actually trapped alive in the stone wall and unable to display any of them, only able to watch helplessly as the red light screen in front of him grew thinner and paler, revealing a look of despair.

The elder surnamed Lu's face was terrifyingly pale. After meeting the cold gaze of "Marquis Lord Nanlong's" silver eyeballs again, he couldn't help but shudder.

There was no doubt that if this continued to the end, the treasure would break, and he would be smashed into meat paste.

Thinking of this, the elder gritted his teeth and suddenly let out a loud shout. White light flashed above his head, and a Nascent Soul that looked exactly like the elder suddenly appeared at his crown. This Nascent Soul looked somewhat panicked, but its hands were tightly clutching a small blue sword.

Almost at the same time, the light screen transformed by the Haoyang Gauze ancient treasure emitted a cracking sound.

The last trace of hesitation in the Nascent Soul vanished, and it stomped its feet fiercely. The Nascent Soul vanished in place, appearing at the entrance in the next moment. Then, the Nascent Soul was about to use the sword to escape into the passage and flee for its life.

But at this moment, a strange scene occurred.

"Marquis Lord Nanlong" was still facing away from the entrance, seemingly not having reacted yet, but the robe on his back burst open in an instant, revealing a ghost face exactly the same as the Blood Curse Gate, with its eyes tightly closed. It was truly there, and it was exactly the same as the real one.

This ghost face suddenly opened its eyes, revealing the same silver-white eyeballs. At the same time, it opened its mouth, and a purple shadow flashed. It was as if something was being spat out from its mouth.

At this moment, the elder's Nascent Soul had just thrown the flying sword from its embrace and was about to fly up and merge with this natal magic treasure to escape desperately, but it felt a wind in its ears, then felt a heat in its brain, and something shot out from between its brows, extending a long distance.

The Nascent Soul just stared blankly at the long strip-like thing between its eyes. After a moment, a sharp scream was emitted, and then it lost all its strength as if it had been drained, falling to the ground and remaining motionless.

At this moment, if there were other cultivators nearby, they could see a purple long strip-like thing, the thickness of a thumb, extending from the ghost face's mouth, reaching behind the Nascent Soul's brain, and then piercing through its brows and extending out for a foot.

It looked like the ghost face's tongue. But for it to be so long was truly strange to the extreme.

Seeing the Nascent Soul fall to the ground, the ghost face smiled ferociously, retracted its long tongue, and opened its mouth wide, actually swallowing the elder's Nascent Soul into its mouth, chewing it a few times, and then swallowing it directly. Only then did the ghost face reveal a look of satisfaction and slowly close its eyes. At this moment, "Marquis Lord Nanlong" finally turned around. He looked expressionlessly at the blue sword that had lost its master, a trace of ferocity flashing in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed, pulling the heart of the elder surnamed Lu's physical body out. Then he squeezed it lightly, and the heart turned into a sky full of blood mist.

The vitality of this physical body was severed instantly.

After doing all this, "Marquis Lord Nanlong" scanned the place expressionlessly, then transformed into a ball of black energy and flew into the passage.

A moment later, he appeared at the bottom of the water pool, looked up at the several arrays that were unattended, revealed a sneer on his face, and flew directly toward the surface of the water pool.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, "Marquis Lord Nanlong's" figure appeared on a certain stone mountain, floating in the high sky over a hundred zhang above this mountain, looking around.

Flying to such a height naturally triggered the restrictions of the Fallen Devil Valley, and countless blood-red lightning bolts fell from the sky, all aimed at this person.

But before these lightning bolts could get within a foot of "Marquis Lord Nanlong," they all suddenly veered off, bypassing him, allowing him to remain safe and sound, as steady as Mount Tai, amidst the numerous lightning and thunder.

"Marquis Lord Nanlong" looked at the surrounding environment for a long time before finally identifying the direction. He immediately squinted at a certain direction, silver light flickering in his eyes.

Suddenly, his figure transformed into a streak of black energy and shot away, disappearing without a trace on the horizon before long.

At this moment, in the basin, the Ghost Spirit Sect Master, Wei Wei Wuya, and the others were standing by the altar, looking up at the almost endless stairs, full of wonder.

They should have arrived here long ago, but when they were within ten miles of the altar, a large-scale restriction began to appear. They had to break this restriction to continue forward.

As a result, this delay naturally took another half a day, and their group finally arrived at the altar.

Now that they were close, they could see clearly. Although this altar looked magnificent and huge, it was unknown how long ago it had been built. Not only were the stairs covered in all kinds of weeds, but some places had already begun to weather and fall apart.

"Let's go! As long as we reach the top of the altar, we can find the tracks of the Spirit-Sprouting Garden and find a way to enter. According to that remnant soul, the entrance to the Spirit-Sprouting Garden is right here." After carefully examining it for a long time, the Ghost Spirit Sect Master finally urged them. Then he took a few steps forward and was the first to step onto the altar.

But immediately, the Ghost Spirit Sect Master couldn't help but curse loudly, causing the others to be stunned.

"Everyone be careful! There are other restrictions on these stairs. It seems that climbing to the top of the altar is not an easy task." Looking at the almost endless stairs above, the Ghost Spirit Sect Master, whose surroundings were appearing with yellow spiritual light, said with gritted teeth.

Hearing this, Wei Wei Wuya's brows furrowed slightly.

Although he didn't care about any restrictions, this meant that the time it would take for their group to walk to the top of the altar would have to be pushed back. This made Wei Wei Wuya feel very helpless.

In fact, it wasn't just Wei Wei Wuya; the expressions of the others were no better. After learning of the existence of the Spirit-Sprouting Garden, these people had long since set their hearts on it and were very impatient with the various restrictions that had appeared recently.

"Let's go!" Wang Wang Tiangu sighed and followed closely onto the stairs. Yellow light flashed nearby, and he suddenly felt his body sink, his shoulders becoming as heavy as a thousand catties.

At this moment, the others also stepped onto the stairs and encountered the same situation. Wei Wei Wuya's figure didn't move at all, appearing completely indifferent. The three Core Formation Ghost Spirit Sect disciples, however, trembled a few times, their faces turning pale.

The group slowly climbed toward the top of the altar.

"Is this the Spirit Candle Fruit?" Han Li was in an oasis covered by restrictions, looking at the green lake in front of him, muttering to himself.

Outside the restriction was an endless stretch of earthy yellow, a massive desert spanning tens of thousands of miles.

"That's right, it is definitely this fruit. Regardless of its appearance or the marker, it is undoubtedly this spirit object!" Zi Ling stood about a foot to Han Li's side, a look of excitement on her face, her bright eyes sparkling as she stared at the green lake without blinking.

And a hundred zhang away in the lake water in front of the two, there was a small patch of silt exposed above the water, where a lush, verdant spirit grass grew.

This grass was a few feet tall, covered in oval leaves the size of a thumb, and at the very top of this grass, four strange fruits grew in isolation.

These fruits were fiery red all over, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with a faint red light flashing at the top, resembling a red candle lit on a candlestick, and they emitted a thick, medicinal fragrance.

Han Li was equally certain that this was the Spirit Candle Fruit. Hearing Zi Ling say this, he just smiled slightly.

"I will go over now and pick this fruit. It's better to avoid long delays." Zi Ling took a deep breath, turned her beautiful head, and suggested to Han Li.

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