Chapter 161: Slaying the Proud Son

Slaying the Proud Son

After all, he is a visitor from Dayu Zhou Tian. It is rare in Langhuan Zhou Tian for a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator to be able to use mental techniques. Ruan Ci couldn't help but sigh in the midst of her busy schedule. The light had already pierced into her eyes, and her divine sense suddenly felt a burst of sharp pain, as if the light was a sharp sword, which could scratch and pierce her sea of consciousness. Even for a slightly weaker cultivator, the divine sense would have to leak out of the body completely, not to mention falling into someone else's hands. After that, if they wanted to recover, it would cost a lot of effort.

But for Ruan Ci, her Dao foundation was twelve, the jade pool was as wide as a lake, and the divine sense was reflected, still water flowing deep, which was far beyond her peers. Otherwise, how could she accommodate the life memories of so many sword souls? This light sword also made her spiritual platform feel sharp pain, and infinite illusions appeared in front of her eyes, further confusing her mind, but this pain was not even ranked among the pains Ruan Ci had endured. Not to mention anything else, the last time in the Treasure Cloud Sea, when that inexplicable object dripped, the pain she had to endure was more than a thousand times that of this time. Her heart was not confused at all, her divine sense was like clouds and cotton, wrapping the light sword, just like two people fighting, one holding the other's sword, but instead pulled the white-clothed young man into her sea of consciousness.

With a force, Ruan Ci felt that the white-clothed young man didn't resist, but instead had a half-pushing and half-accepting taste, and was pulled into her sea of consciousness. She immediately transformed into a giant god-Buddha statue standing on the ground, with three heads and six arms, each holding a magic weapon, standing on the eight-layer Dao foundation, really like a god descending from heaven. On the contrary, the human figure Ruan Ci simulated in her inner scene world looked thin and pitiful. She stood on the seventh layer of the Dao foundation and looked up at the giant statue, with a look of amazement on her face, as if she was shocked, and didn't react for a long time.

The god-Buddha statue stared at Ruan Ci, a trace of mockery appeared on his lips, which made him lose a bit of prestige. He asked rumblingly, "Who are you, where do you come from?"

Ruan Ci's cherry lips opened slightly, as if she was about to answer, but she hesitated. The giant statue waited for a moment, and the three heads looked at the scenery in this inner scene world respectively, only to see the jade pool was wide, the grass and trees by the pool were lush, and the Dao foundation only had eight layers, which seemed to be unmatched with this jade pool. His eyes gradually showed surprise, and he looked at the wind and clouds surging above the Dao foundation, as if the divine sense was repairing the previous damage, naturally stirring the wind and clouds, and the wisps of clouds pressed down, as if they were tangible and qualitative, drilling into his seven orifices.

This cloud seems to be just spiritual energy condensed to the extreme, and the clouds and mist steamed out. If inhaled into the body, it is only good for cultivation, but the giant statue's expression changed slightly, shrinking his body slightly to avoid the cloud invasion, and reaching out to cover Ruan Ci's head. Obviously, the changes here also made him raise a trace of vigilance.

At this moment, Ruan Ci's lips curled, and a smile extremely similar to the god statue just now bloomed, mocking lightly, "You have been a guest for a long time, why haven't you found it yet?"

The giant statue was about to speak, but suddenly felt the Dao foundation under his feet shake, and it actually emitted sufficient suction, dragging him down. His expression changed, his figure shrank rapidly, and changed back to the appearance of a white-clothed young man in the air. He looked at Ruan Ci indifferently and said, "What a strong illusion, why do you use portable magic treasures to cover up the Dao foundation?"

Even though he had encountered setbacks, his tone was still calm, as if there were many follow-up moves that had not been used. Ruan Ci didn't talk nonsense, snorted, and pinched the formula, "Stay, and you will understand everything."

This place is her inner scene world, and there is the Heavenly Fate Cloud Son to suppress it. Even if this young man is not a simple character, in Ruan Ci's inner scene world, how can he escape so easily? As long as her spiritual platform is clear, she is almost omnipotent in the inner scene world, spiritual power is inexhaustible, and magic tools have no limit on the number of uses. After all, the inner scene world can be said to be the reflection of the cultivator himself between reality and illusion. It is his own happy land. Other cultivators dare to enter randomly, and being put down is just a matter of time.

Although the young man knew the truth, and knew that he had entered rashly and failed to hit with one blow, it would be difficult to leave alive, but his expression was still cold. He drew a soft sword from his waist and set up a posture for Ruan Ci, "Please enlighten me."

Ruan Ci didn't welcome the battle immediately, but took out a candle from her arms and blew it hard. The smoke drifted toward the young man. The young man just stood there indifferently, as if he had no reaction. Ruan Ci was not surprised, nodded and said, "The Cave Rhinoceros Candle cannot be effective, because when I blow it bright, the spiritual platform has no thought, as if entering extinction, so you don't know what it is for. This is still in your illusion."

With this sentence of hers, her eyes blurred, and she returned to the space crack again. The young man also maintained the posture of leaning down, and the light in his eyes was about to touch Ruan Ci's eyeballs. The actions of the two seemed to be frozen at this moment. Until Ruan Ci broke the illusion of the inner scene world, this layer of characters acted. The young man had a trace of surprise on his face and asked softly, "How did you see through me?"

Ruan Ci smiled, "I won't tell you."

With a thought, the Expectation-Nurturing Ring suddenly appeared at the young man's neck and clamped down hard. The young man's response was extremely fast. The originally extremely huge phantom body shrank rapidly, and like in the inner scene world, was forced out of the super giant scale. Ruan Ci let out a long whistle, the Cold Frost Sword in hand, people follow the sword, without any regard for the Cold Rain Flower King, and slashed out that indomitable sword, sending all the sharpness to the tip of the sword.

A sword fell, and the strange connection that originally existed between the two became stronger. Their eyes met, and there was a realization in the surprise. The young man drew his soft sword and blocked Ruan Ci's sword move in a hair's breadth. The exquisite and meticulous place was no less than Ruan Ci, blocking Ruan Ci's offensive, shaking the sword body, and in the vertical and horizontal sword energy, reorganized the formation, actually turning defense into offense, grabbing the first move, and attacking Ruan Ci.

The two exerted their cultivation, and in the sword Dao attainments, they were actually evenly matched, rolling and fighting happily in reality and illusion. In the momentum field, you fight for me, and you play games with each other. No one can give up the advantage. In reality, the sword moves are exquisite, the sword meaning is sharp, and the soldiers are dangerous. As long as one side is slightly attracted by the game in the momentum field, then in reality, they will fall into a disadvantage. And if you divide your mind in reality, maybe in the momentum field, you will be occupied by the other side.

Both of them have long magic power. Such a fierce fight, ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators would only show a decline in a quarter of an hour, but the two actually didn't distinguish the winner or loser for several hours. If it weren't for the fact that this child's sword momentum was very different from Ruan Ci's, and it was not the sword technique she had seen in her memory, she almost suspected that she had fallen into an illusion again. This opponent was simulated according to herself, with equivalent cultivation, and could never be defeated.

I don't know how long it took, even the magic power spirit liquid in Ruan Ci's wide jade pool had a clear drop, the young man finally ran out of magic power, revealed a flaw in the movement, was caught by Ruan Ci, built a winning situation, forced him step by step in the momentum field, and finally had no way to dodge, and could only meet Ruan Ci's indomitable sword with his flesh.

This sword, indomitable, indestructible, how can it be resisted by the flesh of a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Only heard a light sound, the Dao foundation collapsed, the young man fell softly to the ground, white hair stained with blood, transparent eyelashes blinked slightly, white eyes looked at Ruan Ci, and said softly, "This is... the induction when the sword seed meets the sword envoy, you are the Donghua sword envoy..."

His eyelashes blinked slightly, like the last flutter of a butterfly, adding a trace of fragile beauty. Ruan Ci walked slowly to him, shook her head, "I am not the sword envoy, I am the sword envoy wing, what you sensed is the Donghua sword energy left to me by my sister."

The young man's eyes suddenly showed longing, struggling to get up, begging, "Can you let me see... we were born in a very far place, from birth to death, we have never seen the true body, and we have always lived in the desire for the true body..."

Blood overflowed from his mouth, staining his clothes, adding to the misery. Ruan Ci looked down at him, but her eyes were still cold and calm, and she said softly, "Okay, wait until we come out of this layer of illusion, and I will show you."

The young man's begging color froze on his face. I don't know where, the five-colored light shone over again. Ruan Ci looked up, the young man was still sitting cross-legged in front of the Cold Rain Flower King, his eyes slowly bleeding blood and tears, a soft wind blew, the Cold Rain Flower trembled, spiritual light scattered everywhere, and his body turned into inches of flying ash in this spiritual light, gradually dissipating in the air.

Ruan Ci stood with her hands behind her back, didn't move, silently operated the magic formula in her heart, the Donghua Sword trembled slightly in her hand, as if it had inhaled a trace of other spiritual rhyme in the void, radiating a feeling of satisfaction.

Ruan Ci stroked the bracelet surface, secretly saying, "Another piece of true spirit..."

She also thought, "The Dayu Zhou Tian people actually brought the sword seed. If I died in the illusion just now, there would only be this one Donghua sword seed in the world. He would immediately refine this sword, and with the others, sneak out of Zhou Tian, then the Langhuan Zhou Tian would inevitably suffer a heavy blow."

She originally had no joy or evil for Dayu Zhou Tian. Only at this time did she deeply realize how dangerous the struggle between the two heavens was. In this vast universe, wanting to break into a closed Zhou Tian is difficult. Even if it is hard to put a few cultivators in, under such strict prevention, it is difficult to do anything. But thinking about it, the great power of the opponent's Zhou Tian is also terrifying. Even at such a distant distance, he can find this most perfect timing, giving the Dayu Zhou Tian cultivators a most favorable opportunity. If Ruan Ci was half weaker, the Donghua Sword would have been lost at this time, and the others would not even have time to react. Thinking carefully, the danger is really not something that can be exhausted in a few words, nor is it ended by killing this young man who is proficient in mental illusion.

"My mentor ordered me to take the Flower King, is it also in the calculation of the Dayu cultivator? In this way, my mentor's cultivation seems to be slightly inferior..."

Ruan Ci also had a trace of lingering fear in her heart. This young man was the only opponent she had ever met among her peers who could match. If it weren't for her special situation, she could only rely on the Donghua Sword to transport spiritual power, and the connection between man and sword was extremely close, and the young man's illusion couldn't simulate this point. In the illusion, Ruan Ci's spiritual power was like the Heavenly Fate Cloud Son's disguise, naturally absorbing spiritual energy from the body, which made Ruan Ci clearly know that she had fallen into an illusion from the beginning. With the sword technique that he could still fight against her after suffering heavy damage in the second layer of illusion, the winner of the two, I'm afraid, was still in two. Even if she won in the end, it wouldn't be as undamaged as it is now.

She couldn't suppress this young man, and True Person Wang seemed to have been calculated by the other party. This Dayu Zhou Tian is really a difficult opponent for Langhuan Zhou Tian. Ruan Ci felt very solemn, but also had a trace of excitement after a bloody battle with a strong enemy. She took a deep breath, suppressed all emotions, and walked slowly toward the huge flower bud of the Cold Rain Flower King, bent down and picked up the Dharma Map Pearl from the messy clothes, and a look of doubt flashed on her face, saying softly, "Eh, this aura..."

Without the cover of the young man, she could see a few entangled auras on the flower stem, which were left by the white-clothed young man, as if this Dayu young man had tried to pick this flower bud, but failed. Ruan Ci frowned, a bit unclear: with the sensitivity of the Cold Rain Flower King

She held her breath, carefully examining the quality of the Flower King, and saw that the Flower King's bud was tightly closed, as if completely unaware of the outside world, which was entirely different from what was recorded in the classics. She was also full of doubts, fearing that the people from Langhuan Zhou Tian had tampered with this bud. Just as she was pondering, suddenly the flowers all around her began to tremble and quiver, petals falling in profusion, spiritual light dancing, turning this place into a beautiful fairyland. Ruan Ci looked around, but did not notice the slightest change. Fearing that the Cold Rain Flower King would also wither along with them, she was just about to draw her sword to cut the flower stem when her heart stirred again. In her senses, she saw a mysterious rune shooting over from the water, entirely composed of water bubbles, yet clearly carrying boundless mystery—it was the very rune that had fallen when that Space-Roaming Kun flicked its tail and swam away.

From the moment of enlightenment in stillness until now, that mysterious sensory connection was finally complete. Ruan Ci stepped aside and watched as the Cold Rain Flower King's bud trembled, its edges gradually turning illusory, while countless runes lit up around the bud, transforming into chains. Looking closely, they were all small characters formed by the Space-Roaming Kun rune. The next moment, amidst the surging waves, the rune flashed with spiritual light and, accompanied by the splashing sound of water, imprinted itself onto the Flower King.

The Flower King was pierced through by the spiritual light and trembled violently once more. Spiritual light bloomed from within the bud, and Ruan Ci could not help but raise her hand to shield her eyes, temporarily avoiding its sharpness. Yet, her heart remained extremely vigilant, fearing that the Flower King would suddenly flee and she would be unable to catch it.

Amidst the intense light, only a very faint sound was heard, impossible to describe—it was the sound of the petals slowly blooming. The Flower King never fled, and Ruan Ci gradually set her heart at ease. Waiting until the spiritual light slowly faded, she saw a human figure faintly appearing within the flower core. Only then did she hurriedly step across the petals and walk forward, taking out a flower pouch from her bosom—the one brought from the Profound Heaven Sect was with Qi Yueying, and this was one she had bought on a whim at the Merman Market; she had not expected it to actually come in handy today.

Just as she was about to put the Flower King into the pouch, she took a closer look, and Ruan Ci's fingertips trembled again. She cried out in disbelief, "Sister Rong! This—but how is this possible—"

But upon carefully checking the Qi, who else could this young girl sleeping in the flower be if not Ruan Rong?

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Updated, sorry to keep you all waiting. I have to go out again this afternoon and will be back on Monday. However, the dungeon is almost finished, so we'll see when I start resting~

Did you all guess correctly? It was actually the mutual resonance between the sword seeds!

Today's question: How did Sister Rong end up here~

Hehe, I finished reading the Hollywood side story yesterday. Hmm, there was still some sweetness, satisfied~! It's just that there was too little romance, knocking on the bowl, not enough to eat!

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