Chapter 292: From the Transformed Spirit Chicken Begins Beast Taming Cultivation 292

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Protagonist:

Yu Zhangsheng

"Purple Lightning Geng Metal Heavenly Slaughter Sword!"

Thunder blossomed, and between heaven and earth became an ocean of thunder. Zhang Tianwen's hair and beard stood on end, he pointed a finger to the sky, then drew a slash. Instantly, the sword was drawn by it, its momentum grew even greater, drawing a sword light like a scar of heaven, peerless under heaven.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Mountains and forests within a thousand li exploded, earth and rocks flew, electric arcs raged, flames spread everywhere. Under this mighty power, not a single place remained intact; the earth was flattened, giant trees turned to flying ash, and astonishing ripples spread out.

"Pfft!"

Jue Lingzi's body was drenched in blood, disheveled, looking at the two men. Half of his body had been blown apart, extremely gruesome, fresh blood constantly gushing from all over his body, and his life force was constantly fading.

"Yu Zhangsheng! Zhang Tianwen!"

Jue Lingzi roared hoarsely, his gaze at the two men full of resentment, and beneath the resentment, a deeply concealed flicker of fear flashed through.

Yu Zhangsheng's condition was likewise not good, breathing violently, complexion pale, the armor-like protection on his body's exterior all collapsed. At the critical moment, if not for the protection formed by the Divine Radiance Shattering Body Piercing Heaven Art, his condition would likely be even more miserable than Jue Lingzi's now.

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed into the Void, Yu Zhangsheng's complexion grew even paler. He took a deep breath, but the cold glint in his eyes grew more intense. He exchanged a glance with Zhang Tianwen, and in an instant his body surged, charging toward Jue Lingzi.

"Divine Radiance Cast!"

Hum hum hum! The Void trembled, golden light turned into a golden long spear, held in Yu Zhangsheng's hand. Qi, blood, and fleshly power surged, momentum like a rainbow, and he fiercely thrust at Jue Lingzi! "Ascend Heaven, Control Thunder!"

Thunder condensed. As Zhang Tianwen waved both hands, lightning light was dazzling, likewise condensing into a deep purple thunder spear, held in Zhang Tianwen's hand. In an instant, Zhang Tianwen's gaze narrowed slightly, slowly floating like a thunder god, looking at Chen Buhuo. His cultivation base fully erupted, and he fiercely waved! The thunder spear drew a beautiful tail light in the air, an ultimate brilliance bursting forth, like a night-blooming cereus, suddenly blossoming toward Jue Lingzi, illuminating his terrified complexion!

"Boom boom boom!!"

The spear came out like a dragon. Jue Lingzi had just barely blocked Yu Zhangsheng's golden long spear when the thunder spear arrived again, fiercely thrusting at Jue Lingzi's chest. Thunder exploded. Jue Lingzi, already heavily injured, could not make any defense at all. This spear fiercely pierced into his chest, penetrating front and back!

Moreover, thunder exploded, blowing his upper body into a bloody mess. A roasted meat aroma spread in the air.

"No..."

Jue Lingzi, terrified, with difficulty lowered his head to look at his pierced chest. Violent thunder completely blasted his five viscera and six bowels apart, and his body gradually turned to flying ash under this thunder.

Unwillingness, resentment, disbelief—these expressions appeared one by one on Jue Lingzi's face, but ultimately all faded away, turning into a bitter smile. As the Life Fire completely extinguished, he dissipated from the world.

Zhang Tianwen's complexion was pale. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His originally soaring momentum, after fully erupting at this moment, declined. His body swayed, on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, Li Minghan was beside him supporting him.

Jue Lingzi fell. But before the two could breathe a sigh of relief, in the next instant, a voice of furious rage transmitted from above the Tian Qiong. In the next instant, two figures appeared with momentum like a rainbow, terrifying pressure spreading throughout the Void!

"You seek death!"

The one who spoke was none other than that cultivator clad in a Purple Robe, his whole body filled with killing aura. His Golden Core Mid-stage cultivation base suppressed the Void. The person beside him was Chen Buhuo. From his respectful complexion, it was not hard to see that between the two, this Purple Robe Cultivator was the leader.

"It's over!"

A bitter smile appeared on Li Minghan's face. Zhang Tianwen was likewise drained of strength, his whole body not a trace of magic power. Watching this scene, his gaze dimmed slightly, and he secretly clenched his fist. As for Shen Xingchen, needless to say—the backlash of his Natal Magic Treasure could not be recovered by ordinary Pills in a short time. It involved his foundation and Shenjue; he could only slowly recuperate.

At this moment, among the several people, only Yu Zhangsheng and Li Minghan still had fighting strength! And this Purple Robe Cultivator clearly saw this point. Therefore, although furious, he was not in a hurry. Instead, his complexion ice-cold, he descended step by step from the sky.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Every step that fell triggered a tremor in the Void, as if stepping on several people's hearts. The killing aura and pressure grew worse with every step, suppressing all directions.

"Pfft..."

Li Minghan's mouth corner turned sweet. Before even directly clashing, as the footsteps fell, an invisible oppressive power surged from all directions, and his five viscera and six bowels churned violently.

"Not bad skills. Killing Wen Zai Fou, and killing Jue Lingzi. I must say, merely at Foundation Establishment to achieve this step—you surprise me, and indeed you underestimated you."

The Purple Robe Cultivator descended, looking at the several people, his eyes narrowed. The furious rage was gone, replaced by a contemplative color. A faint smile played on his lips as he spoke coldly: "Not bad, but it ends here. You are all Heaven's Chosen, after all. Draw out your True Spirits and offer them to the Young Master to devour for cultivation—that should be enough to make up for this loss. It can be considered putting your last remaining heat to use."

Yu Zhangsheng pressed his lips and gritted his teeth, his body blocking Li Minghan and Zhang Tianwen in front, coldly watching the Purple Robe Cultivator.

"Young Master? Who exactly are you? Anliu? When did Anliu become so bold? Do you know what kind of huge waves Wanxiang Sect will stir up if we fall? By then, even if you are Anliu, you will not escape destruction!"

"What you say is not wrong," facing Yu Zhangsheng's words, the Purple Robe Cultivator nodded slightly, seeming to approve, but there was not a trace of fear in his eyes. He smiled lightly and said, "But since we have come to this step, what does it matter?"

"Moreover, as long as you all die, Wanxiang Sect will be furious—indeed quite interesting. But how does that prove it has anything to do with me? I can hardly wait."

The Purple Robe Cultivator finished speaking, licked his lips, his gaze excited, a bloodthirsty glint flashing through. Looking at the several people, he lightly stepped forward.

"Sky Tilts!"

Crack crack... The Sky/Heaven's protective barrier, like a lens, continuously emitted shattering sounds. One black crack after another emerged from the Void. Endless pressure, like a great mountain, pressed toward Yu Zhangsheng and the others.

The several people's bodies sank, their waists pressed down by this invisible pressure so they could not lift up. This oppressive feeling, targeting their fleshly bodies, grew heavier and heavier, as if countless great mountains pressed down—an instant, the sky tilted.

"Pfft..."

Yu Zhangsheng's complexion likewise turned white, but he could still barely support. The golden light protection formed by the Divine Radiance Shattering Body Piercing Heaven Art enveloped Li Minghan, Zhang Tianwen, and the others within.

"Interesting. How much longer can you persist?"

The Purple Robe Cultivator spoke lightly with interest. His right hand pointed to the sky, his left hand pressed to the ground. In the next instant, endless blood light scattered from the cracks in the Sky/Heaven.

"Blood Slaughter!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Yin wind roared, endless Blood Qi, carrying a foul bloody stench, continuously blew out from the cracks in the Sky/Heaven, like a tide, wave after wave rippling open, soon covering the surroundings.

Unlike Sky Tilts, this Blood Slaughter was an attack specifically targeting the Shenjue. As the Blood Mist rippled open, Yu Zhangsheng and the others instantly felt their Seas of Consciousness churning, their Shenjue as if pricked by needles, suddenly aching.

Yu Zhangsheng was still alright. After all, his Shenjue and fleshly body far surpassed ordinary people. Facing the Purple Robe Cultivator's attack, he could still barely support. But Zhang Tianwen and the others could not. Especially now, besides Li Minghan whose condition was still alright, the rest were more or less already somewhat powerless.

"Thousand Thoughts Slash!"

Yu Zhangsheng gritted his teeth, glanced back at the several people whose complexions were pale and bodies swaying on the verge of collapse. His Sea of Consciousness rippled, Divine Sense weaving into a black protective net, enveloping the several people within. "Just struggling in vain."

The Purple Robe Cultivator coldly hummed, looking at the several people. With both hands he simultaneously summoned, then waved his sleeve. Thus, within this sealed Kong Jian, in the Blood Mist, one blood needle after another surged and appeared, charging toward Yu Zhangsheng.

"Pfft pfft pfft..."

Yu Zhangsheng coughed blood, suddenly falling to the ground, his hands desperately supporting his body, gasping violently. The golden light protection of the Shatter Body Pierce Heaven Art and the protection of the Thousand Thoughts Slash were instantly covered in cracks beneath the blood needles, on the verge of collapse.

"Zhangsheng, don't worry about us anymore. You have a chance—leave first!"

Li Minghan's complexion was bitter as he looked at Yu Zhangsheng, who was supporting himself at the very front. He spoke with a trembling voice, his body and soul trembling uncontrollably under this double pressure.

"Shut up!"

Yu Zhangsheng growled lowly, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse. He stared fixedly at the purple-robed cultivator whose face was full of mockery, blue veins bursting on his face, looking ferocious.

"Then let's start with you. Your true spirit—the young master should like it very much."

The purple-robed cultivator chuckled softly, looking at Yu Zhangsheng's appearance. He lightly pointed a finger, and instantly, within the blood mist, one purple chain after another condensed out of thin air, flickering with thick blood light, carrying the double pressure of soul and flesh, appearing all around Yu Zhangsheng and surrounding him completely.

"Suck!"

The purple-robed cultivator bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood threads, sprinkling them onto the purple chains. The purple chains instantly flickered with an eerie purple-red light, making a clattering sound, and suddenly tightened inward, about to lock Yu Zhangsheng dead.

"Hum..."

Yu Zhangsheng spat blood, his mind and spirit swaying, allowing these chains to tighten one circle after another. Thus, violent pain came simultaneously to his flesh and soul, his soul also trembling, his ear ringing with a hum.

Blood light rippled, the chains tightened, aiming at the top of Yu Zhangsheng's head, about to drill in.

"!!!"

The sense of crisis exploded completely in this instant, sweeping through every cell of Yu Zhangsheng's body. At the critical moment, this purple chain suddenly stagnated, stopping one inch from Yu Zhangsheng's head, as if stuck in a quagmire, unable to advance an inch.

"Hmm?"

The purple-robed cultivator frowned, his eyes narrowed, looking at Yu Zhangsheng with some surprise. He released his magic power and continued to exert force.

"Sigh..."

A soft sigh rippled out, the voice aged, the words strange. It spread in circles through the void, carrying an ancient meaning, as if returning from antiquity to the present world, stirring up layer upon layer of ancient winds, howling without end...

"You brat, how long have I been asleep? I almost let your soul and spirit be destroyed..."

A faint sigh rang out, echoing through the clouds. Under this voice, the wind stopped, the clouds and mist began to surge. With a flash of light, the huge body of the black turtle suddenly condensed and appeared before them.

"Senior..."

Yu Zhangsheng looked up with difficulty, looking at the huge body before him, his mind and spirit swaying.

Crack crack...

The purple chains suddenly shattered, and that overwhelming pressure disappeared completely. The blood mist continued to surge and retreat, replaced by the huge body of the black turtle, suppressing heaven and earth, an even more violent pressure rushing toward the purple-robed cultivator.

"What?!"

The purple-robed cultivator was shocked out of his wits, looking at this suddenly appearing huge creature, sucking in a breath of cold air, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This this this... this is his beast?! Impossible! It wasn't shown in the data!"

The purple-robed cultivator's scalp went numb, his mind and spirit exploded. Feeling the terrifying pressure of the black turtle, his gaze was extremely fearful.

Regarding the contract of the black turtle, except for a few people, others did not know. Even Zhang Tianwen and the others were seeing it for the first time, and the purple-robed cultivator did not have this news at all.

Woo woo woo...

The black turtle looked coldly at the purple-robed cultivator, making a wooing sound from its mouth. Under this sound, the wind that had stopped suddenly began to operate, the ground trembled, the void roared, and wind rose and clouds surged.

Even within Hui Shui Shan, the thick water mist that was everywhere surged in from all directions. In a short while, it enveloped this entire space, everyone enveloped within, terrifying pressure bursting forth wave after wave.

"Water Country, Numberless Calamity!"

Boom boom boom! The void trembled, the entire space was sealed. The water mist surged within it constantly, soon turning into real raindrops, forming a semicircle, knocking down onto the earth.

One water pillar after another, within this circular cover, pierced heaven thoroughly, like tornadoes dancing. In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, the earth collapsed, trees were all destroyed, breaking one after another. The huge illusory form of the black turtle replaced the sky vault, looking coldly at the purple-robed cultivator, as if it were the supreme master of this water region.

Thus, the water region contracted. One water tornado after another gathered and coiled, surrounding this purple-robed cultivator. The Numberless Calamity erupted, howling away!

"Impossible!!!"

The purple-robed cultivator growled lowly. The calmness on his face disappeared, replaced by an expression of unbelievable panic. A strong sense of life and death crisis rippled within his mind and spirit. Facing this calamity like heavenly might, at this moment, the purple-robed cultivator panicked.

Water weighs ten thousand jun; every drop carries numberless power. Gathering into a sea, it pressed toward the purple-robed cultivator. Compared to this, his body was like a lone boat in the sea. Facing this great power, he could not even muster a thought of resistance.

"Blood Fiend Ascends to Heaven Light!"

The purple-robed cultivator gritted his teeth, suppressing the sense of crisis in his heart. He formed hand seals and cast a spell. A large expanse of blood light, carrying thick blood fiend qi, rushed into the sky, rushing into this water vortex. But it was like a stone ox entering the sea, not a single ripple was made.

"Pfft..."

The purple-robed cultivator's face turned pale. Looking at this scene, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He looked up at the cold gaze of the black turtle above the sky vault. His mind and spirit trembled. He reached out and pulled the trembling Chen Buhuo beside him, placing him in front.

"Adults! Don't!"

Chen Buhuo's complexion was terrified. He struggled, but it was of no use. He turned his head to face this magnificent heavenly might. The fear of death surged like waves one after another.

The purple-robed cultivator gritted his teeth. His fingers dug into Chen Buhuo's heart, then pinched. Blood radiance bloomed.

Chen Buhuo's face showed unwillingness and terror. His heart suddenly shattered, his life force dissipated. In its place, violent blood light bloomed from his corpse, forming a blood-colored protection that covered the purple-robed cultivator within. (Chapter End)