Chapter 526

With the Profound Xuan Xuan Huo Jian in hand, following the words "Just in time," the tip of the sword slanted upward.

A touch of flowing light appeared, then suddenly expanded, turning into a scorching sun, and at the most critical moment, covered down from above.

Fierce Sun Spell!

After the Fierce Sun Spell smashed down, Luo Chen didn't even look at the effect; his left hand stood upright, his five fingers constantly bending to pinch tactics, his right hand's long sword pointed and outlined in the void, and his mouth chanted mysterious sounds, shaking the air.

When the Fierce Sun Spell exploded, a disheveled figure finally entered Luo Chen's eyes.

Two blue water dragons, shrunk by thirty percent, detached from him and rushed toward Luo Chen.

Luo Chen didn't care about these two water dragons at all; two black lights flew out from him, also rushing toward the two.

And he himself pressed the Profound Xuan Xuan Huo Jian down slowly.

"Mountain Collapse!"

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

In his eyes, the thin, yellow-faced man had blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his magic robe shattered.

He stared at Luo Chen with fierce eyes, holding a black banner, shaking it toward the top.

"Ten Thousand Souls Formation, rise!"

The infinite black mist that had been defeated before suddenly let out thousands of sharp screams, pulling up from the ground and rushing toward the phantom magic power mountain.

In an instant, the infinite black mist turned into a black long dragon, roaring ferociously.

Instantly, the black dragon and the volcano collided in a split second.

The mountain held on for a moment, then suddenly collapsed.

Yan Nantian smiled ferociously. "Petty tricks, daring to show off."

Amidst the sneers, the long banner shook even more crazily, and the black dragon formed by the black mist roared, wanting to sweep away all the mountain momentum in one go.

To this, Luo Chen sneered.

A person of shallow knowledge.

The Mountain Collapse technique is precisely meant to collapse the mountain.

Only then does it show its power!

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

Not only that.

The Fierce Fire Miasma that had previously mixed into the Ten Thousand Souls Great Formation erupted with all its baleful aura at this time, and strands of filthy baleful aura permeated, destroying its composition from within the black dragon's body.

Especially where a strand 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, and could only drive the Ten Thousand Souls Banner with maximum strength to carry through this wave.

Luo Chen used his mind for multiple purposes, glancing at both sides.

The two black lights and the blue water dragons had already decided the winner after a few collisions.

The Qi-Breaking Nail and Soul-Breaking Nail each nailed into the dragon head, making clanging collision sounds inside.

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

After one look, seeing the two black nails fighting evenly, Luo Chen stopped paying attention.

His left hand suddenly fixed on his chest, no longer pinching tactics.

And on the Profound Xuan Xuan Huo Jian in his right hand, layers of flowing light began to tremble.

Each tremor represented a massive amount of magic power surging out from Luo Chen's body.

Such a massive accumulation of magic power even allowed Luo Chen to vaguely hear the sound of mourning coming from the sword body of this low-grade magic treasure flying sword, whose texture was not very good.

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

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

Each time he pointed, a touch of faint light appeared.

Each time he pointed, it was a different direction.

Before long, Luo Chen stopped the Profound Xuan Xuan Huo Jian's movements, and the mourning in the sword finally stopped.

At the same time, the battle below also came to an end.

I don't know when, but Yan Nantian had already been forced to the lowest point, his feet stepping on the water surface out of thin air, his hair and beard curled and scorched black, as if they had been roasted.

His magic robe was even more tattered, revealing most of his bare chest. The numerous scars on 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 pitch-black and deep, and the black mist covering it had faded by more than half.

He looked at Luo Chen in suspicion and uncertainty: "What kind of spell was that?"

"This Mountain Collapse technique is only second-rank."

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

Yan Nantian's eyes widened. "A mere second-rank spell, how could it break the Ten Thousand Souls Formation of my Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly. "Spells have high and low grades, but power always depends on the practitioner themselves. Just like this Ten Thousand Souls Banner of yours, if it were in the hands of a powerhouse of the Origin Demon Sect's Soul Refining lineage, it should be able to exert power several times stronger than yours! Such a simple truth, Fellow Daoist, could it be you don't understand?"

Yan Nantian's expression froze.

It had to be said that Luo Chen's words were indeed true.

But he had walked all the way here with almost no time or space to cultivate spells quietly, and having finally gained a hundred years of breathing room, he had focused his energy on improving his cultivation realm, unable to spare too much energy to refine his treasures.

He understood the truth, but what could he do.

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

He didn't ask about the purpose, didn't ask about the background, and didn't ask about the hatred, just wanted to know Luo Chen's name.

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

He rolled up the long banner in his hand, wrapped himself in layers, and then spat out a blue, glowing small sword.

The small sword spat out brilliance, shrouding him together, and then suddenly rushed toward Luo Chen.

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

How could he not see that the other party had just been recovering his Qi, sorting out the meridians in his body, in order to mobilize more magic power in his Core.

But he still accompanied the other party in playing this scene.

Because he was also waiting!

"This seat is Qingyang. Fellow Daoist, walk well 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 rays of faint light suddenly exploded, turning into balls of fire, like scorching suns.

Instantly, nine suns crossed the sky, wrapping the blue light together.

"Explode!"

Boom!

Clearly it was the explosion of nine Fierce Sun Spells, but at this moment, there was only one sound in the world.

The Luo Chen of the past could also instantly cast the Fierce Sun Spell, and could even fire eight or nine Fierce Sun Spells in a row.

But detonating this spell usually involved doing them one by one in order.

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

The power of an instant, under the explosion, was even above many third-rank spells.

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

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

The massive air wave, like a tsunami, pushed toward all directions in layers, and the coverage area continued to expand.

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

The cultivators of the Du Du Feiyan Archipelago who were watching the battle saw this scene and were shocked, and many screamed and retreated crazily.

Fearing being caught in the aftermath of the battle.

Cheng Dou, who was responsible for maintaining the Water Mirror Technique, changed his expression greatly, not knowing whether to retreat or stay in place.

Cheng Haichang, Cheng Haixin, and others who had already fled to the rear saw Cheng Dou, who was hesitating and not retreating, and hurriedly roared: "Eldest brother, retreat quickly!"

Hearing this voice, Cheng Dou, who was originally hesitating, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

In this battle, Luo Chen had given him such a task; it wasn't a matter of retreating just because he wanted to.

His hands constantly pinched tactics, and layers of light shields blocked the front.

After only 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 wind blew, causing the long hair tied behind the man to flutter wantonly.

Cheng Dou's face turned pale, and he struggled to lift his head to look at the water mirror above his head.

On it, ripples swayed.

And the picture inside was still vivid.

To this, he only had shock in his heart; Demon Lord Qingyang had such strong control over spells.

Whether it was the explosion range of that fire-attribute spell or the sturdy Water Mirror Technique left behind, there was no doubt they had reached the peak level of their respective spells.

"Phew..."

He let out a long breath and turned back to look at the crowd of cultivators who were like frightened birds.

"Everyone, this distance is the best viewing distance chosen by Demon Lord Qingyang; you don't believe me, but can't you trust Demon Lord?"

Everyone looked at each other, speechless for a while.

Just at this time, a crisp cry of surprise came from the crowd.

"Danger!"

In the water mirror picture, under the nine suns exploding together that seemed to be able to destroy everything, a touch of blue light stood out and rushed straight at Luo Chen!

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

He switched the Profound Xuan Xuan Huo Jian to his left hand behind his back, stretched out his right hand abruptly, and pinched the sword tip with his fingers like a sword at the most critical moment, catching that touch of sword tip out of thin air.

Ding!

"It's a pretty good life-bound magic treasure flying sword, but unfortunately, it's already at the end of its rope."

While muttering to himself, the blue flying sword disintegrated inch by inch, turning into fragments and falling into the mud 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 spirit light, wrapping a core, was fleeing crazily in one direction.

Under the explosion of the nine suns, even though Yan Nantian's methods were extraordinary, relying on that Ten Thousand Souls Banner to protect himself, he could not withstand that terrifying explosive power.

His physical body had been completely destroyed.

Only a core remained, lingering on, trying to escape.

With the demon-like style of the North Sea cultivation world, even with only one core left, there were many ways to make a comeback.

However, how could Luo Chen do this thing of letting the tiger return to the mountain?

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

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

Luo Chen's large hand grabbed out abruptly.

Inside the Ten Thousand Souls 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 green flames lingered, hard-piercing the ghost king's soul body, and grabbed the core inside the banner.

"Fellow Daoist, spare me..."

Crack!

The azure core shattered instantly.

Rich magic power poured out in all directions.

The broken souls fell into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, being crazily torn and devoured by the remaining resentful souls and fierce ghosts.

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

"Host dead, ten thousand ghosts backfire!"

"Good!"

After saying "good," Luo Chen grabbed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and flew lightly back to the original location of Invitation Moon Island on the ten-mile flat lake.

Reaching out, two streams of light flew from the lake.

Looking closely, it was the Soul-Breaking and Qi-Breaking black nails, and the pair of Water-Splitting Spikes rolled over by the magic power attached to the black nails.

Putting away the black nails first, Luo Chen grabbed the pair of Water-Splitting Spikes.

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

And the time that 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, the spiritual power fluctuations around him rose, and figures fell from all directions.

The leader was Cheng Dou.

He first looked at the environment of the original Invitation Moon Island.

The island was gone, sunk a thousand feet deep into the bottom of the lake.

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

In the sky, raindrops were falling.

Looking at this devastated scene, Cheng Dou's heart trembled.

The battle of a Core Formation cultivator already had the power to shake the sea and level the lake, and break the flow of rivers.

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

If they had really fought regardless of everything, I'm afraid the thirty-six Du Du Feiyan Islands wouldn't be enough for them to toss about.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Cheng Dou bowed deeply.

"Cheng Dou of Black Swan Island, leading the cultivators of the thirty-six Du Du Feiyan Islands, pays respects to Demon Lord Qingyang!"

Following his bow, the remaining six Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Cheng family also bowed in unison.

"Demon Lord is mighty!"

Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged, his seemingly peaceful gaze slowly sweeping toward the remaining Foundation Establishment True Cultivators.

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

Under his gaze, everyone who made eye contact with him could not withstand that pressure and subconsciously lowered their heads.

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

They saw how Luo Chen, in a short time, suppressed True Person Nantian from beginning to end, and even the other party didn't have time to escape a single strand of remnant soul.

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

I don't know who let out a "Demon Lord is mighty!"

Following that, 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, converging at this moment, was 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 sound spread across the wilderness and into everyone's heart.

Those who heard it could not help but tremble.

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 floating.

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 spirit and solidifying meridians!

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

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

"Fellow Daoist Xu, Brother Wang, Elder Fu, I'm afraid this matter will trouble the three of you."

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

Everyone looked at each other.

A great battle, the third-rank spirit vein here, which was not high-grade to begin with, how could it withstand it.

It had naturally been scattered.

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

Especially with time being so tight!

Everyone was naturally reluctant.

But thinking of that Demon Lord Qingyang's prestige, who would dare to be slack.

Especially the sentence he said before leaving, "One month later, we meet here again; I hope none of you will be absent."

Seeing no one speaking, Cheng Dou stepped out and shouted sharply.

"Do you dare to disobey?"

With one shout, as if Demon Lord Qingyang were present, everyone trembled in unison.

The cultivator surnamed Xu, who had talked to Cheng Dou before, 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 before, could only sigh and accept the task.

The three of them were the most powerful formation masters on the thirty-six Du Du Feiyan Islands.

Usually, the island-connecting formation method passed down by the Canghai Alliance was mostly maintained by them.

When these three surrendered to Demon Lord Qingyang's lewd power, the others no longer had the heart to resist and expressed their willingness to help.

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

His lips curled upward, and finally, he could not help but reveal a brilliant and wanton smile.

This time, he had won the bet!

From now on, as long as Demon Lord Qingyang was on the Du Du Feiyan Archipelago for one day, his Cheng family would be the number one cultivation family on the archipelago.

Borrowing the tiger's prestige, nothing more than this!

As long as he waited for his own successful Core Formation, then even if Demon Lord Qingyang left in the future, his Cheng family could still prosper.

Feeling the Yan Nantian aura remaining here, he laughed even more crazily.

Sea water cannot be measured by a peck; how could he, Cheng Dou, live under others for a lifetime.

Yan Nantian could not suppress him, and Demon Lord Qingyang was just a transition; one day, he, Cheng Dou, would become the true Lord of Du Du Feiyan!

That day would not be far away!

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

Recent updates have been weak; I am truly thick-skinned.

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

Can only say, try to keep from breaking updates!

(End of chapter)