Chapter 526: Destroy Nantian, take in Flying Swallow, all cultivators submit!

With the Profound Fire Sword in hand, following the words "just in time," the sword tip tilted sharply upward.

A streak of flowing light emerged, then suddenly expanded, transforming into a scorching sun that descended directly overhead in the blink of an eye.

Blazing Sun Technique!

After the scorching sun smashed down, Luo Chen didn't even look to see the result. His left palm stood upright, five fingers continuously curling to form seals, while his right hand pointed and traced with the long sword in the void, his mouth chanting incantations, profound sounds vibrating.

When that Blazing Sun Technique exploded, a disheveled figure finally entered Luo Chen's field of vision.

Two blue water dragons, their size reduced by thirty percent, detached from his body, one on the left and one on the right, and charged toward Luo Chen.

Luo Chen paid no mind to these two water dragons; two streaks of black light flew from his body, also rushing toward the two, one on the left and one on the right.

As for himself, he slowly pressed the Profound Fire Sword downward.

"Mountain Collapse!"

In the void, a phantom mountain of spiritual power slowly pressed down.

In his eyes, the gaunt, yellow-faced man had blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his dharma robes tattered.

He stared at Luo Chen with intense ferocity, holding a black long banner, waving it upward.

"Ten Thousand Soul Formation, rise!"

The boundless black mist that had been scattered earlier suddenly emitted thousands of shrill screams, rising from the ground and charging toward the phantom mountain of spiritual power.

In an instant, the boundless black mist transformed into a long black dragon, roaring hideously.

Suddenly, the black dragon and the volcano collided in an instant.

The mountain held for a moment, then suddenly collapsed.

Yan Nantian sneered, "Petty tricks, daring to show off."

Amidst the sneer, the long banner waved even more frantically, the black dragon formed by the black mist roaring to the heavens, wanting to sweep away all the mountain's momentum in one go.

To this, Luo Chen sneered.

A person of shallow experience.

The Mountain Collapse technique is precisely meant to collapse.

Only then does its power manifest!

The next moment, from within the collapsed mountain of spiritual power, layers of flowing, bubbling firelight emerged, like a tide, like magma, rolling down, completely enveloping the black dragon and Yan Nantian.

Not only that.

The Blazing Fire Miasma that had previously mixed into the Ten Thousand Soul Formation erupted with all its baleful energy at this moment, strands of filthy baleful energy permeating, destroying the dragon's composition from within.

Especially where a wisp of gray-white light passed, the dragon body composed of black mist disintegrated inch by inch.

Yan Nantian finally realized something was wrong.

But under such a formation, he was already riding a tiger and hard to get off, having no choice but to use his greatest strength to drive the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to withstand this wave.

Luo Chen, multitasking, glanced at both sides.

Those two streaks of black light and the blue water dragons had already decided the winner after several collisions.

The Qi-Breaking Nail and Soul-Breaking Nail each nailed into the dragon heads, emitting clanging sounds of collision inside.

"This should be one of Yan Nantian's three treasures, the Water-Splitting Thorn; it truly has the power to split water and transform into a dragon."

After a glance, seeing the two black nails were evenly matched, Luo Chen stopped paying attention.

His left hand suddenly fixed on his chest, no longer forming seals.

And on the Profound Fire Sword in his right hand, clusters of flowing light began to tremble one after another.

Each tremble represented a massive surge of spiritual power flowing out from Luo Chen's body.

With such a massive accumulation of spiritual power, Luo Chen could even faintly hear the sword body of this low-grade magic treasure flying sword, which was not of very good quality, emitting bursts of mournful cries.

"Nine Suns is already the limit; any more, and this sword won't be able to withstand my overbearing spiritual power."

Luo Chen sighed in his heart, then pointed the sword tip at the night sky in the void.

Each time he pointed, a glimmer of light appeared.

Each time he pointed, it was a different direction.

Before long, Luo Chen stopped the Profound Fire Sword's movement, and the mournful cries from the sword finally ceased.

At the same time, the battle below also barely ended.

Unknowingly, Yan Nantian had been forced to the lowest point, his feet treading on the water surface in mid-air, his beard and hair curled and charred, as if they had been scorched.

The dharma robes on his body were even more tattered, revealing most of his bare chest. The numerous scars upon it showed how many life-and-death battles he had experienced in his life.

His hands were trembling.

The long banner in his hand was no longer deeply black, and the black mist covering it had thinned by more than half.

He looked at Luo Chen with suspicion and uncertainty: "What kind of magic is that?"

"This technique, Mountain Collapse, is only second-tier."

Facing his question, Luo Chen gave an unhurried answer, as if everything was under control.

Yan Nantian's eyes widened, "A mere second-tier magic, how could it break the Ten Thousand Soul Formation of my Ten Thousand Soul Banner?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly, "Magic has distinctions of grade, but its power always depends solely on the ability of the practitioner themselves. Just like this Ten Thousand Soul Banner of yours, if it were in the hands of a powerhouse from the Soul Refining lineage of the Yuan Demon Sect, it should be able to exert power several times greater than yours! Such a simple principle, could it be that you, fellow Daoist, do not understand?"

Yan Nantian's expression tightened.

It must be said, Luo Chen's words were indeed true.

But he had walked this path with almost no time or space to quietly cultivate magic, and having finally obtained a hundred-year breathing space, he had focused his efforts on improving his cultivation base, unable to spare much energy to refine his own treasures.

He understood the principle, but what could he do in vain.

He pursed his lips tightly, "One last question, what is your name?"

He didn't ask about his purpose, nor his background, nor even his grievances, merely wanting to know what Luo Chen's name was.

After asking this question, he didn't wait for an answer.

The long banner in his hand rolled up, wrapping himself in layers, then he opened his mouth and spat out a small, blue-glowing sword.

The small sword spat out brilliance, enveloping him together, then suddenly charged toward Luo Chen.

Facing this scene, Luo Chen still wore a faint smile on his lips.

How could he not see that the other party had just been recovering their Qi, sorting out the meridians in their body, in order to mobilize more spiritual power from their Jin Dan.

But he still accompanied the other party, chatting through this scene.

Because, he was also waiting!

"This seat is Senior Qingyang, fellow Daoist, have a safe journey on the Yellow Springs road!"

With a light whistle, Luo Chen spat out a long, white breath.

The next moment, in the night sky, nine glimmers of light suddenly erupted, transforming into huge fireballs, like scorching suns.

In an instant, nine suns crossed the sky, wrapping the blue light group tightly together.

"Explode!"

Boom!

Clearly, it was the explosion of nine Blazing Sun Techniques, but at this moment, there was only one sound in heaven and earth.

In the past, Luo Chen could also instantly cast the Blazing Sun Technique at will, and even fire eight or nine Blazing Sun Techniques in a row.

But detonating this technique was mostly done one by one in sequence.

But this time, it was nine suns crossing the sky, nine suns exploding together!

The power of an instant, under the explosion, was actually even greater than many third-tier magic techniques.

The ten-mile flat lake, no longer shrouded in black mist, but this time, what was reflected was no longer the bright white moonlight, but the crimson great sun!

The terrifying spiritual power fluctuations first contracted inward, then suddenly expanded outward.

The massive air wave, like a tsunami, pushed layer upon layer in all directions, the coverage area continuously expanding.

Ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles... looking at its momentum, it had the intention of affecting a thousand miles!

The various cultivators of the Flying Swallow Archipelago who were watching the battle saw this scene, their minds couldn't help but be shocked, and many people screamed, retreating frantically.

Fearing being caught in the crossfire of this battle.

Cheng Dou, who was responsible for maintaining the Water Mirror Technique, had his face change drastically, not knowing whether to retreat or stay in place.

Cheng Cheng Haixin, Cheng Cheng Haichang, and others who had already fled to the rear, seeing Cheng Dou hesitating and not retreating, hurriedly shouted: "Big brother, retreat quickly!"

Hearing this voice, Cheng Dou, who had been hesitating, instead gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

In this battle, Luo Chen had entrusted him with this one task; how could he just retreat when he said so.

His hands continuously formed seals, and layers of light shields blocked in front of him.

In just a few breaths, the terrifying air wave had already swept to his side.

However!

Just as it was about to impact Cheng Dou, the air wave stopped.

Only gusts of wild wind blew, causing the long hair tied behind the man to flutter wantonly.

Cheng Dou's face was a bit pale, and he looked up with difficulty at the water mirror overhead.

Upon it, ripples undulated.

And the image within was still vivid and lifelike.

To this, he had only shock in his heart; that Demon Lord Senior Qingyang had such strong control over magic techniques.

Whether it was the explosion range of that fire-type magic technique or the sturdy Water Mirror Technique left behind, they undoubtedly reached the peak level of their respective magic techniques.

"Hoo..."

He let out a long breath and looked back at the cultivators who were like frightened birds.

"Everyone, this distance is the best viewing distance chosen by Demon Lord Senior Qingyang. If you don't believe me, can you not trust Lord Demon Lord?"

Everyone looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

It was also at this moment that a crisp, tender exclamation came from the crowd.

"Danger!"

In the water mirror image, under the nine suns exploding together that seemed to be able to destroy everything, a streak of blue light stood out and went straight for Luo Chen!

Above the ten-mile flat lake, Luo Chen raised an eyebrow.

He switched the Profound Fire Sword from his back to his left hand, and his right hand suddenly reached out, fingers together like a sword, and in the blink of an eye, he pinched that sword tip out of thin air.

Ding!

"It is indeed a good natal magic treasure flying sword, but unfortunately, it is already at the end of its strength."

While muttering to himself, the blue flying sword disintegrated inch by inch, turning into fragments that fell and revealed themselves in the silt at the bottom of the lake.

And Luo Chen's gaze had already been cast in another direction.

Under the night curtain, a long banner with dim spiritual light, wrapping a Jin Dan, was fleeing frantically in one direction.

Under that nine-sun explosion, even if Yan Nantian's means were extraordinary, relying on that Ten Thousand Soul Banner to protect himself, he still couldn't withstand that terrifying explosive power.

His physical body had already been completely destroyed.

Only one Jin Dan remained, lingering on its last breath, trying to escape.

With the style of the demons and monsters in the North Sea cultivation world, even if only one Jin Dan remained, there were many ways to make a comeback.

However, how could Luo Chen do such a thing as letting a tiger return to the mountain?

His body shook violently, and a pair of wings suddenly appeared from his back.

With a tremor of the wings, after a few flashes, he was already several miles away, right in front of the Soul Refining Banner.

Luo Chen reached out with a large hand.

Inside the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, a Ghost King roared and rushed out, trying to block this grab.

However, Luo Chen ignored it, his large hand suddenly turning into a claw; it was the Cloud-Exploring Divine Claw!

On the giant claw, endless cyan flames swirled, forcibly piercing through the Ghost King's soul body, and grabbed the Jin Dan inside the banner.

"Fellow Daoist, spare me a..."

Crack!

The azure Jin Dan instantly shattered into pieces.

The rich spiritual power vented in all directions.

The remnant soul and broken spirit fell into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, being frantically torn and devoured by the remaining resentful souls and fierce ghosts.

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, grabbed the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and probed his spiritual sense into it.

"Host dead, ten thousand ghosts rebel!"

"Good!"

Saying "good," Luo Chen grabbed the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and flew lightly back to the place where the original Fairy Yaoyue Island of the ten-mile flat lake was located.

With a beckon of his hand, two streaks of light immediately flew from the lake.

Looking closely, they were exactly the two black nails, Soul-Breaking and Qi-Breaking, as well as a pair of Water-Splitting Thorns rolled over by the spiritual power attached to the black nails.

First putting away the black nails, Luo Chen grabbed that pair of Water-Splitting Thorns.

At this moment, the great battle finally came to an end.

And the time that had passed was less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Luo Chen hovered quietly above the lake, as if waiting for something.

Before long, spiritual power fluctuations rose all around, and figures landed from all directions with a swish.

The leader was Cheng Dou.

He first glanced at the environment of the original Fairy Yaoyue Island.

The island was no longer there, having sunk a thousand feet into the bottom of the lake.

And that ten-mile flat lake no longer had a clear surface to reflect, revealing the pitted lake bottom, with a large area of dead spirit fish and spirit plants within.

In the sky, raindrops were falling with a rustle.

Looking at this scene of devastation, Cheng Dou's mind trembled.

The battle of a Jin Dan cultivator already had the power to stir the sea and level the lake, and break the flow of rivers.

Especially, this battle was under the control of that person from beginning to end, without expanding the scope of the battle.

If they had really fought without regard, I'm afraid the Flying Swallow Thirty-Six Islands wouldn't be enough for them to toss about.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Cheng Dou bowed deeply.

"Black Swan Island's Cheng Dou, leading the cultivators of the Flying Swallow Thirty-Six Islands, pays respects to Demon Lord Senior Qingyang!"

Following his bow and greeting, the remaining six Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Cheng family also bowed and saluted together.

"Demon Lord is mighty!"

Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged, his seemingly peaceful gaze slowly sweeping toward the other Foundation Establishment true cultivators.

At this moment, all the Foundation Establishment cultivators on the Flying Swallow Archipelago had already arrived one after another, numbering about a hundred.

Under his sweeping gaze, everyone who met his eyes couldn't withstand that pressure and subconsciously lowered their heads.

All of them had personally watched this battle through that water mirror.

They had seen how Luo Chen, in a short period of time, had suppressed Venerable Nantian from beginning to end, to the point where the other party didn't even have time for a wisp of remnant soul to escape.

Such fierce power was even greater than Nantian's back then!

Don't know who it was that let out a "Demon Lord is mighty!"

Afterwards, it was a chain reaction.

"Demon Lord is mighty!"

"Demon Lord is mighty!"

"Demon Lord is mighty!"

The sound of less than a hundred people, gathered together at this moment, was actually like a great bell, resounding through the clouds.

Luo Chen's lips slowly curled upward.

"Everyone, one month later, we meet here again; I hope none of you will be absent!"

The clear, resonant voice spread through the wilderness and into everyone's heart.

Those who heard it couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

When they looked up, Luo Chen's figure was no longer in the night sky.

And in front of Cheng Dou, a jade slip emitting red light was hovering.

Cheng Dou took a deep breath, reached out to grasp the jade slip, and streams of information flowed out.

This was a formation for gathering spiritual energy and solidifying meridians!

He looked at the devastated, dilapidated Fairy Yaoyue Island and understood Luo Chen's meaning.

"One month's time, clean up the mess, and gather the third-tier spiritual vein that was scattered here."

"Fellow Daoist Xu, Brother Wang, Elder Fu, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you three with this matter."

"As for everyone else, those with money contribute money, those with strength contribute strength."

Everyone looked at each other.

After a great battle, how could the third-tier spiritual vein here, which was not of high grade to begin with, withstand it.

Naturally, it had already been scattered.

If they wanted to rebuild and gather the spiritual vein, the price they would have to pay would surely be extremely huge.

Especially, the time was so tight!

Everyone was naturally reluctant.

But thinking of the demonic power of that Senior Qingyang, who would dare to be slack.

Especially the sentence the other party said before leaving, "One month later, we meet here again, everyone must not be absent."

Seeing that no one was speaking, Cheng Dou stepped forward and shouted sharply.

"Do you dare to disobey orders?"

With this shout, it was as if Demon Lord Senior Qingyang was present, and everyone trembled together.

The cultivator surnamed Xu who had talked to Cheng Dou earlier shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"This old man naturally wouldn't dare."

After he spoke, "Brother Wang" and "Elder Fu," who had been named by Cheng Dou earlier, could only sigh and accept the task.

The three of them were the most powerful formation masters on the Flying Swallow Thirty-Six Islands.

Usually, the formation method for connecting islands passed down by the Li Canghai Alliance was mostly maintained by them.

When these three all submitted to the lewd power of Demon Lord Senior Qingyang, the others no longer had any thoughts of resistance and expressed their willingness to help.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dou's tense face finally relaxed.

His lips curled upward, and finally, he couldn't help it, revealing a brilliant and wanton smile.

This time, he had won the bet!

From now on, as long as Demon Lord Senior Qingyang is on the Flying Swallow Archipelago for one day, his Cheng family will be the number one cultivation family on the archipelago.

Fox borrowing the tiger's might, nothing more than this!

As long as he waits for his own successful Jin Dan formation, then even if Demon Lord Senior Qingyang leaves in the future, his Cheng family can still flourish.

Feeling the lingering aura of Yan Nantian here, he laughed even more frantically.

Seawater cannot be measured by the bucket; how could he, Cheng Dou, live under others for a lifetime.

Yan Nantian couldn't suppress him, and Demon Lord Senior Qingyang was just a transition; one day, he, Cheng Dou, would become the true master of Flying Swallow!

That day, would not be far away!

PS: One more day, asking for a few double monthly tickets, everyone give as you see fit.

Recent updates have been weak, it's really thick-skinned.

Opened a new map, and I'm someone without much of an outline, so writing recently has indeed been a bit torturous, hoping everyone will be magnanimous.

Can only say, try to keep from breaking the updates!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 527 =====